Safe Room

What had happened? 

WHAT HAD HAPPENED?! 

Locked in the bathroom with his panic, Severus was having difficulty breathing. He hissed, feeling the wetness on his pants, he couldn’t bear to wear them any longer. As he undressed himself in a hurry, his pants now lying on the ground, Severus attacked his clothes with lots of non-verbal Incendios and wandless destroying spells, stopping when only a pitiful pile of ashes were left.

Butt naked in the bathroom, the man spelled his remaining clothes to a full, quite thin, set of new clothes. But before putting them on the man hoped in the shower case. 

But even a shower couldn’t undo this. It wasn't just some damp on his pants and thighs. It was way more than that. His forehead leaning against the tiles, the man felt horrible. He had just spoiled Harry. He had dirtied him.  

He should have never trusted himself. He knew well how disgusting he was. He knew he was a sick man, but he still buried his mind thinking he had ‘control over his emotions’. It was a lie. The only control he had was his ability to ignore the signs.  

All this nonsense needed to stop, once and for all. Severus needed to get away from this boy. 

But even if he knew he should do that, knowing that he couldn’t cherish these moments with him…. It was already hard enough to know it will stop in two very short weeks, making it stop earlier would be terrible. Severus knew he had to bring back the teacher/student limit, but it meant losing so much; his heart couldn’t stand it. 

Maybe Harry had not noticed what happened? Severus hoped he didn’t, how horrible it would’ve been for him. He, who only wanted a bit of affection, only ended up getting a disgusting perverted man to grope him. Severus hated himself. 

And even if the boy hadn't noticed, would it mean Severus could turn a blind eye? Bullshit. 

Severus wanted Harry’s happiness. More than anything else. It had always been the case. Even when they despised each other.  

And here he was, throwing everything he ever believed in in the garbage. 

Grabbing a handful of his hair as the burning hot water never ceased to redden his skin, Severus whined his agony as yet another realization struck him. 

He, who always promised himself to never abuse anyone, to never step beyond boundaries. He never touched anyone improperly. He never wanted to touch anyone without their consent. 

Why now? 

He loved Harry, he didn't want to abuse him. He didn’t want to be like his father with the one he loved. 

But he was rotten.

Disgustingly rotten.

While the teacher was busy feeling terrible in his own skin, Harry had charmed his mess clean before standing up eyeing the bathroom door. 

The aftermath of his amazing orgasm finally passed, his mind was clear again. Even if his objective hadn't changed a bit, he still knew what was about to happen. 

Severus' attempts to put distance between them after the ‘shelves’ accident, probably wasn’t just as a result of Harry being inconsiderate at the time, but more likely because of the man’s reaction during that incident. Too absorbed in his own fantasy Harry had forgotten that he’d felt the man starting to lean for a kiss at some point. But with his burning desire and his panic at the moment, Harry thought he’d been mistaken. There was no way Severus could’ve been asking for a kiss right? 

But was he really mistaken? Had Severus only been acting platonically towards him? Well, the image of the unknowingly aroused, humping mess Severus had just been, showed the man felt some form of attraction to him. At least once, he had an effect on the man. 

That being said, the obvious panic the man had shown just before leaving for the bathroom could only mean Severus regretted it. Now, Harry wasn’t sure if he’d seen through him. 

Severus was definitely going to try and run away again. And Harry couldn't let this happen. The man was probably freaking out, which was normal really. Now Harry couldn't let go yet. Not until he knew why the man was freaking out, and what led him to react to him that way. 

If there was any chance Harry could have the man’s heart, Harry wouldn’t let it go. 

Harry will have to play all his cards to gain this delicate Prince's affection. 

Hm. 

Harry liked it. 

Severus was his little Prince. 

And this Gryffindor could not wait to cherish him. 

Eventually, the door opened to reveal an awkward Severus. The man was obviously avoiding Harry’s gaze. ‘Sev!! Did your arm start hurting again?? Do you want me to take a look?’ The boy asked with a big sunny smile on his rosy cheeks. 

For now, he’d play dumb and give his teacher a way out. 

‘Oh…, it’s fine, it's nothing you need to worry about.’ Severus responded, his voice a bit lower than usual but still avoiding Harry’s gaze by looking at the floor. 

Never looking away from Severus' face, Harry slowly walked over to him and leaned in so he could catch the man’s eyes. Smiling brightly, he watched delighted as Severus started blushing. ‘Well hello there?’ Out of sorts and not knowing where to look, Severus cleared his throat in a manner Harry couldn't help but find adorable. 

The boy then got right in front of Severus not letting so much space between them. ‘I feel like this … ‘little hug’ was a bit too much for you and I apologize. But let me ask you something. You aren’t, by any chance, going to run away again, are you?’ Harry diligently followed the man’s gaze, still smiling. ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about Harry.’ 

Harry scoffed. ‘Oh!! It’s fine then. I won’t have to break your legs I guess.’ Feeling Severus' competitiveness kicking in, his grin grew wider. ‘So you really think you are able to break my legs just like that?’ Severus answers back, finally looking straight at the other man. 

‘If you don’t give any reason to, I won’t.’ Severus scoffed before Harry’s cheeky smile. ‘You overconfident savior.’ Harry laughed, it was so easy to tease the man’s ego these days. 

As his mood was lifted by the younger one’s light laugh, Severus suddenly felt like an idiot. He had hyped himself up so much but he still managed to fall at the last hurdle. ‘You know Harry, I think we should….’ The younger wizard turned to him, tears of hilarity around his big beautiful eyes.

He had to say it. 

His heart sinking in his chest, Severus was unable to look away from Harry's face. ‘What?’ Harry asked, eyes showing his worry despite his best efforts. ‘I think we should….’ 

He couldn’t let this insanity continue any longer. He had to put an end to this. 

For Harry’s happiness. 

I don’t care about anything anyone could think. You’re my friend and anyone who says it’s inappropriate can piss off.

For his happiness. 

Don’t you ever dare leave me for something this stupid!

‘Forget it… it’s nothing important.’

Hidden behind his back, Harry’s clenched hands finally released their hold on each other as he let out a shaky breath. ‘If you say so.’ But he still managed to give the other man a warm smile despite his sore hands and heart. ‘You’re important to me you know.’ Harry blurted out. He was playing dumb and chill but Harry still felt like he needed to say this. And as Severus fell silent, Harry smiled again. 

He’ll have to protect his little prince from himself. 

OoO

Severus' arm was doing great; though this past week nothing changed much. The, quite intense, discomfort he normally felt was almost gone by now. Sometimes the scar was itchy and the whole limb felt squeezed by the skin trying to reconnect. But overall he was doing fine.

Even if the skin didn’t seem so fragile anymore, Harry couldn’t stop himself from being as gentle as possible during his care. ‘You know, sometimes I wonder if you’re not a ghost…’ Severus says, dragging Harry’s focused gaze to his eyes. ‘Hm?’ He scoffed before his student's cute face. ‘I can barely feel your hand on me. You aren’t going to break me, you know.’ 

Without saying anything Harry went back to his work. He wanted to protect Severus. No his arm was not made of porcelain, but it didn’t mean the man couldn't feel pain, why wouldn’t Harry be careful?  

Sometimes Harry wanted to laugh at himself, he kept reminding himself how he wanted to cherish the man, treat him like a prince, a precious little being.

But when Harry thought of his most unspeakable fantasy, his carefulness was just … laughable, almost hypocritical. 

Severus’ arm was now tightly wrapped with his usual bandage. Looking at the good job Harry had done, the teacher wandered for a bit before breaking the silence between them. ‘You would make a fairly good mediwizard.’ Still seated cross-legged beside him Harry hummed pensively. ‘Well, now I’m quite used to dealing with grumpy patients, am I not?’ 

Severus eyed him, seemingly offended before laughing slightly. ‘Yeah all right, fair enough I guess.’ Harry laughed poking his side. ‘Come on I'm sure you’re not the worst.’

He liked to tease him, loved it even. But if Severus, at anypoint, didn’t defend himself, somehow it didn’t felt that good to tease him. Severus gave him a questioning look, apparently not expecting the savior to defend him on that subject. ‘Yes, you’re grumpy, but overall during the care you are quite decent really. You don’t move an inch and you never interfere. If anything you’re hiding your pain. That’s why I’m so careful, I know you wouldn’t tell me if I hurt you.’ with a contented sigh Harry let his back fall on the wooden structure of their bed.

He could clearly see that his words had triggered something in Severus, that was perfect because that’s exactly what Harry tried to do these days. Severus was avoiding something. He was stopping himself from talking and even if the man wasn’t really the type to talk about feelings, Harry wanted to have this conversation. He knew it was important.

‘Why do you care so much?’ He finally asked after a long silence. ‘Cause I do.’ the boy simply responded and got an ironic scoff out of Severus. ‘Come on, you know what I mean, two months ago you hated me more than Voldemort. I have a hard time believing it’s changed that much just because I’m … well because of my personality.’ Harry’s glare darkened as anger started to get a grip on his heart. What was that supposed to mean? He hated how Severus avoided his eyes.

‘First of all I’ve NEVER hated you that much. It doesn’t make sense, how could I hate you more than the psychopath that killed my parents and who’s making my life a living nightmare?! You were only a nasty teacher in a long list of nasty adults I’d encountered in my life.’ The fact that Harry found Severus' behavior with him normal, made his blood boil. And this anger felt ridiculous. He was angry at something he had done, and even with all Harry could ever say, the man doubted anyone was actually worse than him.

‘And as for who you are , what is wrong with the person I have in front of me?! Why can’t I like you just for who you are?!’ Harry wants to tell him how much he loves him because of his personality; because of how funny and smart he was. Just because he was himself. 

But the words were stuck in his throat. With the weeks spent with him Harry could clearly see how much Severus hated himself and as much as Harry understood, he still couldn't agree. And maybe it was because of his blind love for the man that he couldn't see his flaws any more. No … he could see them, of course he could, but now he loved every single one of them because they were a part of him. 

Severus wasn’t someone who pretended to be perfect, it was the opposite. All the amazing things about him were hidden and only a few people had the chance to see them. 

Looking at the man under every angle, Harry’s thoughts were interrupted by a heavy sigh.

‘If Black were still there you would never have gotten so attached to me.’ 

It felt like being struck by lightning. It hurt in so many ways, but Harry didn’t shed a tear or get mad, he just stayed silent. 

Yeah Sirius would have hated what was going on between them. He would probably put all the blame on Severus, unable to see that his oh-so-perfect godson could get himself involved in something so unorthodox. 

But Sirius was dead. 

Because of him. 

How could his opinion count now? Even more with the bullying Harry had witnessed between the two men. 

‘So you think I like you just because I need a father figure now that Sirius is dead?’ Yes, Severus thought. How could he not? The child never had a proper father figure; Sirius was his godfather, and as lacking as he was, he still was a very close friend of his parents. Severus turned to him sadly but before he could agree Harry screamed. ‘That’s bullshit!!’ Now that the volume had risen, Severus’ anger started to surge as he got to his feet in agitation. ‘I hate to say this, but he would have agreed with me!! There is nothing good in this relationship, nor with me Harry! I’m no better than Voldemort. We need to stop this!!’ feeling his eyes grow hot from what he’d heard, Harry got to his feet facing Severus angrily. ‘Take that BACK!!!! STOP COMPARING YOURSELF TO HIM!!!’

‘I GAVE HIM THE PROPHECY THAT KILLED YOUR PARENTS!!!’ 

A heavy silence fell on them. They both grew quiet, their harsh breathing fogging the air around them.

‘What?...’

What was Severus saying? He couldn’t be serious right? But the man only hid his face in his hands while a very unpleasant memory ran through his brain.

‘You heard me… now can you really say I’m better than Him?’ Severus looked at him, his expression so hurt than it seemed empty. When tears began to fall down Harry’s face he felt his heart break down. He had lost him. It was the best thing to do. 

It was for Harry’s happiness. 

He had to hate him.

As horrible as it felt for him.

‘Tell me what happened…’ Not once did Harry's eyes move away from him. And when he got on his feet to grab his teacher’ hands in his warm one, Severus felt his heart skip a beat. 

Why was Harry not punching him and screaming at him? Why, even with this, didn’t the boy hate him? 

‘There is nothing to say about this, I just overheard the prophecy and gave it to him...’ It hurt so much, having to say such a thing to him, having to remember. ‘I know there is more to it, Severus, otherwise why would you look so guilty.’ Looking him in the eyes the man had to fight his emotions, maybe he should have removed his hands from Harry’s but he knew that if he did, he would fall down. ‘It doesn’t make it less bad.’ 

Harry let out a heavy shaky sigh. ‘You’re using this to push me away, I’m not stupid. But it won’t work. I can see that this mistake you may have made in the past, is probably one of those that's eating you alive. You rarely talk about yourself but you don’t always need to talk for me to understand some things.’ 

He doesn’t deserve him. 

‘I want to know what happened, and you, trying to avoid the details only means that it’s more than just you being worse than Voldemort ’ 

How could he let go of him? How could he stop himself from falling in Harry’s eyes? It was impressive in how in such a short amount of time he managed to become so important in his life. 

Harry, still lovingly cupping his prince's hands with his own, dragged him to the bed and sat him in front of him. 

Was it really a good idea to tell him the whole story? He shouldn't, Harry was already crying. He was trying so hard to be patient with Severus and hold him together, when he couldn't even stop his tears from falling.  Without even noticing Severus gently wiped Harry’s tears from his cheeks. It was a beautiful view, the blush of emotions on his face, his glittering sad eyes. He was beautiful. Painfully so. 

‘It was before I was a spy for the order.’ His voice was quieter than he normally spoke, but the silence was so thick Harry didn’t have any problem hearing him. ‘I spent a lot of time at Hog’s Head. The year you were born, Trealawney had a job interview there…. I was there, and I heard it.’ They kept holding onto each other’s hand, both in desperate need of comfort. It was inappropriate, Severus knew it, but he couldn't help it. ‘And I told him, unaware at the time that it was about you.’ Even if Harry never took his eyes off him, Severus couldn’t stand it anymore and lowered his gaze to their interlaced fingers. 

‘I realized after a while, but it was too late, he already knew. I then went to Albus for help and became his spy… All that for nothing.’ 

The sad smile on Severus’ lips pierced through Harry’s chest like an overheated nail melting away his flesh and blood. ‘Why did you turn your back on Voldemort? I doubt it was for my father’s sake.’ He finally asks, bringing Severus' gaze back to him. This empty, soulless look clenched his throat atrociously. ‘It was for your mother… she was my childhood friend…’ 

All his body went cold, still unable to let go of Severus' eyes. Too many thoughts were madly screaming in his mind. Too many questions, too many emotions.

And finally, after all those minutes, Harry let go of Severus' hands, a feeling of agonizing fire burning his skin. 

The rejection was heartbreaking to Severus. It was the point, that was why he had said all this, to get Harry away from him. He knew it would hurt, he knew. It just didn’t stop the pain from destroying his insides. Leaving him cold and bleeding. 

With Severus deadly silence Harry’s breath went out of control, his sight blurry and hot.

His mother?

He had done this, he became a spy, putting his life at risk. 

For his mother? 

But then . . . What about him? 

The panic wanted to eat him alive as he got up on his feet, unable to do anything else. He tried to calm himself down but whenever Severus’ words echoed again in his brain, he felt like suffocating. Drowning in the depths of the Black Lake, the surface glimmering terrifyingly, the kelp gripping his limbs so tight he could never dream of getting away. 

He barely noticed Severus on his knees trying to calm him down. As much as he wants to cut ties with Harry, he only wants to do this for his own good. I wanted to protect him. He was afraid for him. 

What if … what if all those incidents only happened because … he reminded him of his mother? 

Feeling sick Harry got away from Severus' light touch. 

‘Did I ever count? Did you ever care for me ?!’ He yelled, his breath wheezing from his anger. Severus stayed silent, half kneeling on the cold ground in despair. His words stuck in his throat, Severus watched as Harry fell to his knees once more, rolling up in his arms sobbing. ‘Please tell me you don’t see her in me…’ 

Severus was lost, his arms falling lifelessly to his legs, he watched Harry breaking down in front of him. ‘Sirius only wanted me to be my father. Please … .’Severus wants so hard to hug him. Trap him in his arms so he would never feel so destressed. 

‘I don’t…. I never did.’  

Harry’s breath seemed to stop for a second before he whipped his head upward, the blush spread all over his face. ‘I never did Harry. Your mother died before you got to know her, she was her own self, and you have your own personality, your own body and mind.’ 

The sweetness of Severus' words washed over Harry’s agonizing brain, his breath finally calming down with his panic. ‘ You are important to me too, you know…. And not because of her….’ Harry looked at him crying as a single tear rolled down Severus’ cheek. And Harry, in a heavy relieved sigh, went to bury Severus in a desperate hug.   

Both kneeling on the carpet, they held each other tightly, perhaps forgetting the previous revelation too fast. Nor why they had been made. They need each other, the mere fantasy of leaving the other was excruciating. They were tired of all this. 

Unable to let go, they, without realizing, ended up on Severus’ bed as the teacher lay desperately on Harry’s chest. Their breath shallow with emotions and hands comforting the other, Harry buried his nose in the man’s hair, stroking his back lovingly. His heart was tingling with affection as one first kiss landed on the man’s skull.

The warmth emanating from the kiss gave Severus a delightful shiver down his spine. Then another sweet kiss on another spot of his head as Harry’s hands needingly traveled through his clothed back. Severus' own hand going under Harry’s sweatshirt to get a taste of his young skin. 

The kisses echoed by their strangely loud breath continued down Severus' face as the luscious strokes on his skull dragged a confort moan out of his mouth. The room was filled by the sound of fabric while Harry moved them to get on top of Severus but never breaking the amazing feelings of their bodies brushing against each other. The beautiful sight of Severus comfortably lying under him filled his brain with yet another wave of love. His prince was perfect. 

He then leaned to kiss his neck, the enticing smell of his shampoo and cologne wrapping Harry’s mind. He had dreams of this neck, he grabbed the dark collar of his shirt only to kiss more of his sweet throat. He wants to taste him, every single centimeter of his hidden skin. Discovering marks and moles nobody else had seen. 

His hands searching for the unspeakable treasure got under the fabric as another gentle moan ravished Harry’s ears. 

The warm kisses on Severus’ neck almost managed to distract the tingling hand traveling to his thighs from his senses. His foggy, half-asleep mind was so well wrapped in the tender feeling of love, and the man needed a loud scream from his consciousness to be dragged back to reality and pushed Harry, quickly but softly, away from him.

The boy was out of breath, Severus as well. Their flushed faces and eyes dilated showing how aroused they both were. 

‘What? What’s wrong?’ Harry asked, his hands still resting on Severus’ belly but respecting the distance the man had put between them. 

Did he not like that? Had Harry misunderstood something again? Had he gotten excited for no reason? 

‘We can’t do that.’ Said Severus still lying on his bed panic showing on his face. With a sigh, Harry lowered himself gently to face Severus. ‘Why are you refusing this? Because you don’t want it, or because of what people might say?’ 

Why was he so close to him? The image of Harry soft lips so close to his own caught his breath before he responded with a weak voice. ‘Does it change anything?’ His green eyes softened as he took a look at the worried face in front of him. ‘It changes everything… I will stop if you don’t want it… but I want to know what’s bothering you.’ Tired and his sorrow returning, Harry rested his forehead on Severus’. 

‘We both know I probably won’t survive this war…’ A gasp escaped Severus before he cupped Harry’s face hurriedly. ‘Stop it! Don’t say that!’ Harry answered him with a sad smile. ‘It’s true Severus, and you know it. Things are starting to get serious, I want to enjoy my life as much as I can.’ As Severus frowned slightly, Harry smiled softly. ‘I …’ he hesitated, looking at the man’s eyes for answers. 

‘I’m in love with you, Severus.’ 

He finally said in a weak voice and heart pounding harshly against his rib cage with anxiety. ‘If you really don’t want to continue this relationship of ours because you don’t feel the same, I would understand. But if you want to stop because of the rules in our society…. I….’ In a heavy sigh Harry went to hide his face in Severus' chest in embarrassment.

What could he say? It would be fair too. Severus could end up in prison because of Harry's feelings for him. Those rules were set up for good reason. It was to protect the children. 

Though, Harry didn’t need to be protected. He didn’t want to. 

Hidden in those dark robes he loved so much, Harry couldn't see Severus' blank face. The man had been totally struck by his words. Harry couldn't be serious, could he? How could he mean this kind of love? It couldn't be true. 

Harry’s excited voice echoed in his mind as oh so many memories showed a smiling Harry, his soft cheek beautifully blushed after he caught his attention. How his sweet tongue rolled happily around his nickname ever since he found it. 

How he was so calm and content whenever he ended up in his arms, always searching for his neck. 

All thoses kisses he just gave him. 

His breath getting hard and delightfully panicked, he brought his arms to hug the wizard on his chest. ‘You what?’ Too obsessed by the canopy above his head, Severus didn’t see how red Harry’s ears were, nor noticed his own. 

‘…I love you…’ Harry repeats hopefully.

Only silence answers Harry, who starts getting stressed. And as Severus kept looking at the canopy, his breath shaky, Harry raised himself on his elbow to get a look at Severus. 

They stared at each other, the air around them thick with their feelings and the beginning of arousal. Their hearts were pounding so hard they couldn’t hear anything else. As Severus brought a hand to Harry’s cheeks lovingly, it seemed like the whole world had disappeared. Everything exploding in a heavenly silence to only leave this little safe room floating in the void. 

Nothing mattered more than the person they had in front of them. They looked at the other like they were the most beautiful and perfect being that could exist on this earth.  

A few strands of hair tried to fall into Harry’s beautiful green eyes. The forest-green pigment in them seems to emanate some kind of warm magical light. It was his eyes, only his, this depth could only be his. While the teacher was illuminated by the green of his eyes, Harry drowned in the abyss of Severus’. 

His face slightly reddened all over and his expression was relaxed by the comfort brought on by being so close. Severus’ scent clouded Harry’s restraint with a fog of desire. Harry wouldn’t move from this place for anything in the world, he was meant to be there. Severus’ hot breath whispering across his tingling lips inflamed his already melting heart. 

As the blood throbbed under his skin, Severus looked at Harry’s lips, only a couple of centimeters away from him. As close as the other man was to him, it still felt too far away for Severus’ liking. 

And so with one light pressure of his hand on Harry’s neck, he finally pulled him into a sweet, gentle, kiss. Their breathing became harsher as the warmth of their mouth started electrifying their brain. Their throats were so dry and painful, only the feeling of the other could quench this thirst.

It felt like an explosion of sensations in their bodies. Chills along their spine, blinding heat in their skull, burning breath on their skin. 

They didn’t kiss too fervidly, how could they, wouldn’t their  bodies simply explode if they did? It was one needy kiss, but when they parted, both looked like they ran a thousand miles. When Harry's eyes opened to land on Severus’ beautiful flushed face, it took him several seconds to understand what had happened.

Severus had kissed him? 

Without further ado, Harry recaptured Severus’ lips with his.  These lips; he felt himself melt on them. The warmth spread throughout his body as his heated breath tried hard to fill his lungs. He wanted to hear Severus moan, say his name, and beg. But would he be strong enough? Severus’ scent blended with his own in the air around him, and the sweet moist feeling of their kiss was already enough to drive him insane. ‘I love you’ He said needingly between his lips. 

It was only when he opened his eyes to dive himself into the man’s eyes that Harry noticed his hands cupping Severus' face lovingly. ‘I love you!!!’ He repeated never stopping his wet kisses. The shiver he felt wracking Severus' body every time he said those words electrified the tips of his fingers. Severus felt himself ascend everytime he confessed. ‘Let me love you.’ The hunger in his voice gave such a chill in Severus' body that the man let out an obscene sob in between Harry’s smiling lips. 

How could he hear Harry’s words so clearly when his ears were buzzing so hard with his arousal? His hands got lost on his back, not even wondering if it was really appropriate to slide his finger under Harry’s clothes. The tears in the corner of his eyes went unnoticed as every touch on Harry’s skin embraced his core with a soft, but insatiable, shiver. He wanted more.

All their existential worries were ignored and abandoned on the cold floor, they both let go. Every question, every law stopping them, in that moment, disappeared from their mind. It was no longer important. 

Their harsh and difficult breaths echoed around them, they wanted to kiss more but they also were literally suffocating in each other’s mouth. And as delightful as it was, they still needed to stop for some well deserved air. But Harry didn’t stop tasting his skin, trailing along his beautiful pale neck, the tips of his fingers feeling the man’s heart beating furiously under the skin as he turned his head for better access. A light moan of content escaping his bruised lips to caress Harry’s ear with the sound. 

Harry watched, feeling frustrated that he was unable to see all of the man at once. He watches while caressing the skin, sometimes kissing it lovingly. He would even leave some gorgeous red marks here and there. 

Severus’ black turtleneck soon became a problem, stopping him from discovering more. So he gently grabbed the bottom of the man jumper while giving him sweet kisses on the mouth. ‘Can I ?’ His burning breath got mixed with Severus', almost blurring their view. Apparently Severus couldn't talk properly, because he only nodded to a very amused Harry, who then meticulously slid the jumper over his head while helping him rise a bit from the mattress.  

Kneeling Harry could only smile at the enticing view in front of him. The man lay on his back offering, not without embarrassment, his bare chest to Harry. Judging by his hands blocking the beautiful view, Severus wasn’t feeling very confident. It broke Harry’s heart; sliding his hands along each side of Severus' belly, Harry started kissing his chest. How could he not see how beautiful he was? 

(redraw 15/05/2024)

Sweet loving kisses walking down the man’ skin, causing him to quiver with lust each time.  Harry could feel the burning desire with the trembling beneath his lips and fingers. He tried so hard to show his love through his actions but it never felt enough. Like Severus wasn’t even receiving half of it.  So when the younger one arrived at his lower belly, he went back up to kiss Severus' lips, spreading Severus' legs with his knees so he could settle comfortably between them. 

Severus moaned between his lips as Harry put the perfect amount of pressure on the man’s crotch. And with Severus' sudden blush and obvious excitement pressed against him, Harry laughed in between his kisses. ‘That reminds me of something.’ He said amused, cupping the man’s face with his hands while kissing his cheeks.

‘Y-You noticed…?’ Severus was clearly panicked by this confession, but was quickly kissed passionately, replacing his embarrassment with pure lust. ‘Of course I did.’ Harry said, trailing his other hands to one of the man’s nipples while burying himself in his neck. It was really the best place in the world to be. ‘And … it was adorable.’ 

Severus' mind was intoxicated, the heat spreading across his body, making his limbs weak and sensitive. ‘Hearing you whine so desperately.’ His back bowing with Harry’s bite and kiss his neck, Severus couldn't breathe normally as he couldn’t help but humped against Harry again. ‘Rubbing yourself against my leg… I almost lost my mind there, Severus.’ Harry’s burning kisses continue along Severus' neck line, before making his way to his ears.  

With the man’s harsh breathing against his own and the quiet pleas, Harry grabbed Severus’ waist firmly with both hands and pinned him to the mattress. ‘Come on little prince, not yet.’ Severus whined desperately, before burying his head deeper into his pillow eyeing Harry with his pitch black eyes. ‘It’s not fair…’ He finally pleaded, sliding a hand beneath the savior’s sweatshirt and changing their position with surprising vigor. 

He was still very flushed and embarrassed by being shirtless in front of someone else, but with Harry now beneath him, Severus got rid of the bothersome sweatshirt and shirt while seating himself quite comfortably on the other man’s legs. 

Seeing the man gently caressing his chest in wonder, Harry placed his hands on his legs appreciating the amazing view. Even if Severus still had his pants on, his leaking hard member was very noticeable. Drawing lines along Harry’s body the man didn’t seem to react to their crotches being so close to each other; almost bumping against each other. Even though Harry was very much more composed than the other man, he still couldn't deny how hard and excited he was. 

He was painfully hard; it was easy to control when he was on top and tasting the other man’s body. But when the affection was directed at him, it wasn’t that easy anymore. The tingling feeling of Severus’ hair while the man leaned to kiss and lick his sweaty skin. The sound of their love filling their ears while their dick brushed against each other. 

It was enticing. Severus kissed his way up to Harry’s neck leaving his own red marks along the way. As he took a deep breath, Harry buried a hand in Severus' hair, before kissing him on the temple. ‘I love you little prince.’ He kissed him more while caressing lovingly every inch of skin he could reach. ‘What is this dumb nickname again.’ Severus asked, trying to sound annoyed, but the smile in his voice was too obvious. ‘What’s wrong? Isn’t it cute? I like it. My little prince~.’ Harry managed to get a soft chuckle from Severus in between his kisses. 

They could think this enjoyable session could have sated down their lust, but when Harry gazed into the other man’ eyes and languidly rubbed Severus’ crotch with his pelvis, the hot and distressed moan coming out of his throat was proof that the excitement was still very much there. 

His breath hard and difficult he hid his burning face in Harry’s neck, before sensing a hand coming down their pants while the other was stroking his hair tenderly in between kisses. Harry’s right hand slipped under Severus' pants, massaging his flesh with envy. Letting himself be enveloped by Severus' scent and warmth, Harry freed the man from his pants, getting a gentle but firm grip on his erection. 

Severus' moans were lovely, his breath hot against Harry’s throat, and with tiny strokes along his length, Severus seemed to collapse on him, unable to stay up on his knees. So Harry softly arranged the man on him more comfortably while continuing to stroke him. He could see his face now. He kissed him passionately, inhaling every whine, every plea that could come out of his mouth. 

He then placed himself on top of the man once more,freeing himself from his own pants and grabbing the pair of them with both his hands. Severus had his neck stretched in a tense pleasure while Harry fell in his arms, their breathing getting heavier with each new stroke. The orgasm building deep inside them, Harry couldn't look away from Severus.  He loved him so much. 

The air was thick with lust and their musky scent while they gasped for air, Severus cupped Harry’s face to kiss him despite their breathless excitement. 

Their bed cracking and their urging groans echoing through their lonesome apartment, they were both violently struck by their orgasms in two burning growls. The pleasure exploded in their veins and muscles, filling them with satisfaction and comfort while their chests were painted with their white love. Their minds confused and floating as their limbs trembled with this sweet delivery. 

They both were out of breath but felt so good, Harry leaned to give one long kiss on Severus' cheek. ‘I love you.’ Letting Harry fall on his chest Severus felt one of his many tears of joy fall from his eyes while he gave the other man a kiss on the forehead. ‘I love you too.’ 

Unexpectedly Harry starts to laugh emotionally against Severus' chin. The man felt worried when hearing a sob in Harry’s laugh. But Harry didn’t let him become too worried as he hugged him tight with a comfortable sigh. ‘Merlin … Who would have thought that I would be the happiest in your bed….’

Severus laughed a bit, finding the sentence a tad disturbing. ‘Sound … suspicious …’ Severus said as Harry laughed once more. ‘… Who needs to know, really.’ Looking at this face, Severus never felt so calm in his life. With a deep, relaxed sigh, he caressed the younger man’s face tenderly, before casting a cleaning spell on them. ‘You don’t want to go take a shower?’ 

Harry’s question got muffled when Severus buried him in a tight hug, the blanket magically laying itself on top of them. ‘No I just want to rest for now. Maybe later.’

The place fell entirely silent with the end of the day, nobody bothered by the younger wizard not being in his bed. The room was not so warm after such love, nor had it been especially loud. 

And as Lumy gently floats around the two falling asleep men in a quiet dance, the room slowly but surely ends up pitch dark.