Safe Room

Through most of our modern, occidental history, relationships between older and much younger ones, had been, for a long time, normalized. Women,who were seen as objects for a dramatically long period, had been married by their families at a very young age. 15, 14 years old, sometimes even younger. Married to older men, adults. The marriages weren’t made for love. Marrying their daughter was a form of … power. So the younger the better. 

But with modern days, revolution, and most people finally gaining political voices, women finally being able to speak up and have independence. Things were starting to change.

Of course, those relationships, even if they weren't for power, money or influence anymore, still exist. 

But the general opinion on the subject has changed. 

Somehow, they became wrong.

So new laws were created, to protect those children. To protect them from the influence and perverted control of those adults.

Pedophilia was not ok anymore. It was not the age gap who was really the problem, even if people still got confused with big age gap relationships. The problem was the age of the younger one. Under 16 years old they couldn’t fully consent in the relationship. They couldn’t properly understand the consequences. 

It was common to notice the older person ‘forcing’ or minimizing the situation to give the younger one a sense of control. To make them believe they knew what they were doing, and make them say yes. 

It was this. That behavior that disgusted common people. And for good reason. 

Youths were traumatized, broken, by those ‘relationships’.

It was a question of power over a vulnerable person, controlling them and changing them to fit an ideal.   

Never a question of love. 

But what if some people out there were different? 

Because everyone is different, it was the whole beauty of the world. Some people out there must genuinely feel love for a person much younger. Not because of their age in itself nor the ‘control’ they could have over them. But because they wanted to be with the other because they had simply fallen for them. 

What if those people never want the other person to change? Why would they, they were already perfect. They knew that with age and life, they would eventually change, but all they felt was excitement. Excitement to witness the person they would blossom into. They would surely become even more perfect. 

What if they only want to be with them and enjoy life beside them. Protect them from any danger life could throw at them only thanks to the extra years of life experience they got granted.

There surely must be people like this out there, right? 

Severus couldn't be the only one? 

Or was he lying to himself again? Maybe he just couldn’t see how twisted he was? 

Anyhow, even if Severus didn’t want to influence Harry in any way, if he only wanted to help him grow up safely with some helpful advice here and there. Even if Severus only wanted to love and cherish him. 

Nothing said that Harry would never change his mind. And how could Severus be mad? He would be right. It wasn’t Harry’s fault, he was young and was still grieving Black's death. He couldn't fully understand how wrong it was to be with him.  

And after this, Severus would be alone … again.

‘Are you alright?’ Asked Harry with a sleepy voice.

When Harry had woken up he had realized the place beside him was cold and empty. But before the panic could come, fogging his brain, he found Severus seated on the edge of his bed, showing his back to Harry.  

As Harry started caressing the other man’s back lovingly, he thought the mood wasn’t right. So he shuffled closer and embraced Severus back in a warm hug. His chin on the man’s shoulder, Harry could see his dark and worried features. ‘You look pale, are you Ok?’ 

Feeling Severus sigh against him, Harry bared his neck from his hair and kissed his soft skin. A shiver ran down his back before Severus turned around to kiss Harry’s forehead. But Harry didn’t need words to see the sadness in his expression. ‘I’m fine …’ Severus finally answers in a deeper voice than usual. 

With a sigh, Harry cupped his prince's face to force his eyes on him. ‘It’s ok.’ He only says, giving him a warm smile. The sweet kiss Harry gave him seemed to melt the ice cracking his skin with his anxiety. ‘I’m the one who initiated all this, nothing is wrong with you.’  Harry said, but he quickly felt his heart break even more as his man’s face cracked deeper with his worries. ‘You’re 16 years old, you have no responsibility in any of this.’ 

The soft caresses down Severus' cheek and neck barely managed to relax him. ‘For now, stop thinking about the consequences will you? We barely have 2 weeks left in this god forsaken safe room.’ With all the love and affection Harry could show in his current waking state, he combed the hair away to reveal his beloved's face. ‘Honestly all that had happened in here, even without what happened yesterday, which was, overall, very pleasant, is only between us. Nobody needs, nor has to know.’ 

They share a look, one smiling with all the love and sleepiness as the other sighed, defeated. ‘You would give your parents gray hair, mister Potter.’ Harry chuckled softly. ‘Yeah I guess, making tender love to the one my father used to bully and my mom's former best friend … that would surely make people gossip.’ 

An embarrassed groan left Severus' mouth following Harry’s statement. ‘You’re so embarrassing sometimes.’ Harry only laughed harder, kissing the man all over.

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‘What if we charm my bed to a bigger one and save the space underneath to charm your bed into a couch ?’ Harry asked in the middle of an afternoon to a quite perplexed Severus. ‘It’s not like I sleep a lot in my bed these days anyway.’ He continued with a grin. 

Severus scoffed. ‘Don’t start getting cocky, it's been two nights since you left your bed.’ Harry only gave him a proud smile. They haven’t done anything the second night he spent in Severus’s bed. He wanted to, of course, but Harry had felt that the man was still quite worried, so he had controlled himself and lovingly caressed the man's clothed chest before falling asleep in the man’s arm. 

‘Anyway, it’s a good idea don’t you think?’ Harry asked again, leaning on the frame of their bunk bed. Severus looked at it wondering. It was true that the size of each bed was already tiny, enough for just one of them. After Harry snuck under his cover, it was impossible to move without making one of them fall on the ground or bump painfully against the walls. ‘Hmm… that might actually be a good idea…’ 

Harry smirked with a proud laugh, his wand firmly clasped in his hand before turning to the man once more. ‘But we will have to turn them back on Saturdays.’ Harry said, his smile becoming more serious as he glared at Severus. With the way he crossed his arms on his chest, Harry appeared way too mature for his age. 

‘I trust Dobby, but even without mentioning our … affection, I just don’t want too much of what happened in here to get out of these walls.’ Speechless, Severus eyed the other man, sighing. On Saturdays, Dobby came around for their weekly news and supplies. Even if Severus agreed with him, he still felt like all this was quite suspicious to anyone other than Harry and Severus. ‘… Hmm … I agree….’ 

Then they get their wand, book flowing around them with their pages open to useful spells, and got to work. Overall, it was nothing complicated, lots of spells existed and could do this in only two swishes of their wands. However they want to add small details and personal touches to their work. It was no fun to just use a general transfiguration spell and call it done. They need to add some spice to this. 

With the radio on to a magical musical channel, they spent 3 hours babbling, arguing gently and casting spells. They finally got what they wanted with their bed despite their lack of space. 

‘Looks cozy’ Harry said, his hair flowing wildly all around his head as he examined their work with pride. As his eyes landed on the younger one’s side, Severus felt like his whole body was wrapped in a comfy blanket. He knew what it felt like to feel affection for someone or to feel happy and secure around a person, he knew how it felt. Harry turned to him, offering him the most luminous smile. Even if he knew how it felt, Severus would never have guessed he could feel this again; even less that it would be ten times more than how he'd felt when Lily smiled at him. How? 

‘What’s going on? Is something on my face?’ The teenager asked, dragging Severus out of his romantic daydream. ‘Nothing just… Why is there light emerging from under that box ?’ Severus answers him, half running away from his feelings ready to burst out of his mouth, but also half concern. There wasn't supposed to be any light coming out from there. Harry raised an eyebrow, not buying it. ‘You know you can just tell me if you find me pretty, I won't blush too much I promise.’ His cheeky smile got a snort out of Severus, before he grabbed Harry’s shoulders and pointed at what he meant. ‘I’m not trying to change the subject. Look - right there! Am I mental, or is there light coming out of this box?’ He asked. 

Disappointed but intrigued, Harry looked at the box Severus was talking about, and frowned. ‘You’re not mental. What on earth …?’ They both share a look before slowly walking to the corner of the room. The light overall was pretty dim and seemed to be moving under there. Like something was quietly setting a party. Harry and Severus looked at each other once more and drew their wand simultaneously. Harry lifted the box and Severus points to the ‘thing’, ready to attack. 

Only to be greeted by … Lumi?

‘Ah?!!’ Harry exclaimed, while the box continued to float in the air. ‘Lumi….’Severus said quietly before turning to Harry. ‘You didn’t banish it?’ Harry just looked at the tiny creature, who was eyeing them frozen in place, just like a kid caught in the act. It seemed like it was … folding luminous clothes ? ‘I did… And even if I didn’t, it’s a source-attached kind of spell - it only works when connected to my magic. If I cast anything else, it automatically disappears.’ Severus frowned, even more perplexed as Lumi faced them, seated on what must be its knees, its tiny head facing the floor. Was it afraid to get yelled at?  

Finally, Harry sat on the floor in front of the incantation and put down the box elsewhere. He sighed, looking at it while summoning the spell book to his hands in front of Severus, still on his feet, arms crossed. 

‘…I don’t see anything….’ Harry looked at Severus, his features unusually tight. ‘… Do you think it could be me being weird again?’ He asked his teacher. Lumi, glowing in a soft peach light, came ‘walking’ to Harry’s knee and, with great effort, climbed on the young wizard’s wand. ‘What in Merlin’s name are you talking about?’ Severus said, kneeling in front of him. ‘Not understanding a magical thing doesn’t mean you’re weird. It only means we don’t know enough.’ With a soft smile, Severus gently cupped Harry’s face with one hand. Under his touch, Harry leaned with a sigh, looking for more cuddles. 

Looking at both wizards, Lumi walked along the wooden weapon in a balancing act. ‘I’m sorry, I guess I heard it too much … It’s hard to stop believing it.’ With a soft kiss on the forehead, Severus ruffled Harry’s hair, doing his best to ignore his blushing cheek. What had gotten into him? Since when was he that cuddly with anyone? Since when was he so quick to show his affection? ‘Don’t apologize for something that isn’t your fault. You’re doing your best.’ Surely, Severus had become way too soft during this summer break. Even if he felt embarrassed, he still couldn’t push Harry away as the boy leaned against his chest in a hug. 

‘So, what do we do?’ Harry asked while showing the proud Lumi on his wand. ‘It seems to have grown independent of my magic.’ Circling Harry with his arms, Severus let his chin rest on top of his bird nest. ‘It’s still a spell, a Finite should do the job.’ Lumi’s light seemed to dim in fright, while his little white eyes became two worried crescents. 

Making it fall in the palm of his hands, Harry smiles at Lumy. ‘Or … I could keep it?’ Looking up to the man while Lumy looked at Harry, glitters, and lightning sparkles around its head, Harry gave him a cheeky smile. ‘Keep it as a kind of familiar?’ Severus chuckled. ‘What? I like it!’ Lumy bowed energetically at Harry before Severus’s amused eyes. ‘It’s your spell, you do whatever you want with it. It’s a lightning spell, it can't do much anyway.’ 

Giving Severus one last besotted look, Harry turned to look at Lumi in his hands. ‘I guess you won’t have to hide in the shadows anymore then.’ Tiny fireworks exploded around the incantation as Harry chuckled and snuggled into Severus' embrace. Lumi left Harry’s hands to move around the room and search for a place to build its little home.

‘I couldn't even cast it….’ Severus said, starting to feel the discomfort of the hard ground on his ass. Harry turned to look at him, never removing his arms from around his waist. ‘What?’ The man asked, disturbed. ‘What do you want to say?’ Harry just looked at him with a dreamy smile on his lips and a soft blush on his cheeks. ‘… Nothing…. I’m just looking at you….’ A blush spread across Severus' cheeks. Even with all those weeks of talking and opening up to each other, Severus wasn’t used to being looked at in such a way by anyone. It was so unreal that anyone could ever feel anything close to affection for him, so someone falling in love with him? How could it be possible? It had to be a mistake of some kind. How his green eyes twinkled with his emotions, how he craved his contact. 

Before any more doubts about Harry's feelings could cross his mind, the boy cupped Severus' cheeks with both hands and kissed him in a soundfull breath. Eyes wide, Severus felt all his blood rush to his face once more, his muscles going numb with his sudden panic. How could such a hurried, hungry kiss, feel so sweet? So tender? Harry had almost crushed their teeth together, but as he breathed out and deepened the kiss, he could feel the delightful pleasure of their soft wet lips touching their skin. Their hot breath intoxicating their lungs with desire. Harry retreated slightly for some air, only to be chased by Severus leaning in for more. 

It was delicious and, as impossible as it was, it felt like a deep breath in Severus' sad, damp life. A warm blanket wrapping his whole body as love enveloped him. They kiss, eating away all frustration with a dance of their lips and tongue. It was slow and tender. They dipped themselves in each other's arms. Sometimes smacking longingly, sometimes French kissing with fervor. 

When the kiss stopped, they stayed in each other’s arms, resting their foreheads against each other. ‘You are an amazing kisser… who would have thought?’ Said Harry, gently sliding his hands along Severus’ thighs. ‘Oh, because you have enough experience to say that.’ Severus responded, a slight smile on his lips. ‘Yeah alright, it’s more that I love how you kiss.’ Harry smiled while bringing his face so close to Severus’, he could see every detail on his face. 

He then smacked Severus one more time, getting a small giggle out of his teacher. 

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Harry was frustrated. And it wasn’t even because of Severus, no, it was because of his own idiocy. No matter how the man would react to any physical contact, Harry’s brain couldn't see any consent for more. Because, if the man wanted more, he would try to approach him in some way, right? ButHarry couldn't forget how scared Severus was from the beginning about what was happening between them. So not seeing any movement coming from him was logical. However what if his affection was slowly fading away because Harry couldn’t bring himself to do anything. Or worse, was he disgusted? 

‘Do you regret it?’ Harry snapped his head up to watch Severus sitting in front of him sadly. Harry frowned. ‘I’m sorry, what did you say?’ Severus put down his tea with a painful sigh. ‘I’m asking you if you regret it? Which I would understand of course, I just want to know.’ There was a long silence in the room while Harry stayed seated stunned, staring at the other man. ‘Regret what? My choices of options in third year? Yes, especially divination, though it’s a good nap time when Professor Trelawney is not ‘having a moment’ of course.’ 

Severus sighs again, the sadness slightly fading from his eyes over Harry’s obvious sass. ‘No I’m talking about that one … moment that we had… Do I need to describe it for you?… When you jerked us both off?’ Severus wanted to die from saying such a thing, but Harry’s sass seemed to be contagious.  

All of a sudden, the boy burst out laughing. ‘What..?’ Severus said as he stayed seated on the floor, grabbing his tea, having no clue what was going on. Harry was breathless with laughter, panting… cheeks flushed, bright pink… just like they had been when they…. Ignoring the blush spreading on his cheeks, Severus took a sip of his burning tea. ‘If I regret it?…HAhAHHAHAHAH Is this a joke Severus?!!HAHA’ Severus keeps looking at the boy, understanding where he might have gone wrong. 

Harry’s hilarity seemed to calm down as he stood up, walked around the low table and kneeled close to Severus. Slightly taller than him in this position, Harry cupped the man’s cheek with both hands, a beaming smile on his lips. ‘I was pretty sure I'd made it obvious that I loved it.’ Severus let himself drown in Harry’s eyes, enjoying the feeling of his hands on him. ‘Then why didn’t you…’

Suddenly Severus felt like a fire of embarrassment had burned his insides and closed his mouth. He didn’t know how to do that. He wasn’t supposed to do that. How on earth could he ask for affection?

How?!

Unfortunately, Harry seemed to get him too well and asked with a vicious smirk. ‘Why didn’t I,  what?’ Embarrassing the man was so damn fun. Severus sighed deeply, his face bright pink and pushed Harry’s hands away gently. ‘Before that incident, you were quite eager for any kind of … physical contact.’ he said in his most teacher-like voice. ‘Now not so much…’ Now you barely touch me…. 

Harry calmed his sass and fell back onto his heels. ‘…Because I don’t want to push you too much.’ Seeing Severus frown, Harry let out a tiny chuckle. ‘You want to take all the responsibility for this. You’re trying to preserve me, protect me like you always have. But I think you’re forgetting yourself too much in this. We’re in this together. And since you rarely voice any of your feelings and needs, I'm trying to figure it out myself with your reactions.’  The man was taken aback by Harry, completely forgetting his tea now cold. ‘You don’t want to hurt me and that’s very sweet, but I would hate to hurt you too, you know. And until now, you didn’t really seem ready….’ 

Severus turned a bit to face the younger man. ‘I’m an adult Potter, you’re being too careful.’ Too careful?? What am I saying ?? Since when do I not think before talking??Severus blushed again, contrasting with Harry's frown. ‘Yes you are, but it doesn’t mean, you want, are ready, or are Ok with this!! Everyone has the right to say no Severus!!’ 

Severus' brows were so high, they almost disappeared into his hairline as his surprise never was more obvious on his face. ‘…It wasn’t Petunia who gave you that conversation, was it?’ Harry chuckled. ‘What?! Oh, God no! It was Professor Lupin actually.’ Severus rolled his eyes, amused and faintly angry. ‘Of course he did.’ 

They stared at each other as the silence grew between them. Their cheeks started to tickle again, they definitely blushed a lot these days. Harry sighed in comfort while gently grabbing Severus’ hands in his warm ones. ‘So… tell me if I got it wrong but … does it mean you want it too?’ As embarrassed as Harry was, Severus could still see that light in his eyes. That deep light that made Severus' knees buckle, leaving him numb and weirdly focused on the other man's eyes. 

How could Harry have such control over him? 

Without even realizing it, Severus seemed to have nodded, confirming his most shameful, and hidden thoughts. Harry gently pulled the man closer to him, inviting him to sit on his knees. Severus may have been taller than him in this position, twisting Harry’s neck upward, but he still didn’t feel on top. 

‘I love you.’ Harry said, giving him a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth. 

This was such an unlikely view they were giving. The greasy bat of the dungeon, casually sitting on a 20 years younger savior's lap. More kisses landed on Severus’ cheeks and neck, Harry’s hands sliding beneath his shirt. Even if his conscience was viciously screaming at his brain, reminding him how wrong it was. 

He couldn't stop this.  

The delicious feeling of Harry’s warm finger caressing his back and hip, his wet kisses on his now bare chest. It was way too good to be stopped. A soft, almost inaudible, moan escaped the man, the tingling feeling on his hands as he buried them in Harry's hair. 

‘I want to try something.’ Harry said in a deeper voice than usual, giving the man a delightful shiver down his spine. ‘Would you let me?’ Severus looked at him, his brain foggy from his arousal. He frowned in confusion. Try what? 

Harry chuckled, getting to his feet with Severus still carried in his arms. How could he have lifted him that easily? It was almost like Severus weighed nothing. ‘MErlIN PottER!! Put me down, you're going to hurt yourself!’ Harry, with a laugh, secured the man in his grasp, giving him a kiss on his chin. ‘Hurt myself ? With how thin you are?! Come on, don't be ridiculous.’ Severus had never felt so ashamed and vulnerable in his entire life. Weirdly enough, however he never felt more protected. 

The floorboard creaked under Harry’s feet as he walked around the room. He didn’t want to let go of the man in his arms; he felt too amazing. Too perfect. Drowning himself in the sight of Severus, eyes closed and arms around Harry’s neck desperately. Harry sighed deeply and placed small kisses on the crook of his neck, before putting him down on the couch and kneeling between his thighs. 

‘What on earth are you doing?’ Severus said, jumping at the sensitive feeling of Harry’s firm hands on his legs. ‘Like I said, I want to try something.’ Harry never looked away from Severus' eyes as he smirked at him, his hands sliding up his trousers to get a grip on his belt. 

However Severus grabbed his hands before he could unbuckle anything. ‘Wait!! Wait wait wait!! Are you sure you want to do that??!!’ Harry held Severus’ hands while threading their fingers through each other. ‘Yes, I am certain. But if you don’t like it I’ll stop.’ His smirk never leaving his lips, Harry leaned forward slightly and kissed the bulge on Severus’ trousers. Severus’ legs jolted, his erection growing harder and a moan barely smothered by his hands escaped him. 

Nobody had done such a thing to him. It was an actual miracle the man was not a virgin. Severus had never done, nor thought of doing, anything slightly not vanilla. 

But Harry never broke their gaze, Searching for his real answer in the depth of his beautiful irises. Not seeing an obvious no, Harry then gently grabbed Severus’ trousers again and started undressing him. The man still had his top on him, and even with how much Harry wanted to see his amazing chest, he still felt that pulling Severus’ bottoms down was already a lot. 

Harry got the man's legs free but still left his underwear in place. Severus was bright red, but didn’t seem to want to stop him. ‘Tell me if you want me to stop.’ 

With a tender stroke on the man’s legs, Harry kissed his thighs, feeling more aroused every time the man jolted at his touch. The man’s skin was burning hot, his voice trying to stay silent and breathing erratic. Harry could feel the man’s erection throbbing, desperate for attention. Sometimes Harry would kiss it, seeing with delight the wet spot spreading on the cotton fabric. 

Having the man under such a sweet torture was the most arousing view Harry had ever witnessed. A man that had such a strict public image, that never let any of his feelings be read by anyone. Flushed red, moaning, panting. Begging for more. Breaking down in his pleasure. Severus couldn't control much of his emotions anymore, and Merlin he was perfect. How his eyebrows bent almost as much as his back. 

Finally, Harry gave a soft swipe of his wrist, removing Severus' underwear with magic, forgetting his wand lying on the desk. 

The other night, Harry had not really paid attention to what Severus looked like. With an innocent blush at the view in front of him, Harry looked up to look at Severus, who was hiding a part of his face with his hands. But Harry could still see the tear of arousal in the corner of his eyes. 

Harry slid his hands along the man’s thighs, gently grasping him, Harry could see how painfully sensitive he was. Sharing one last look with Severus, who was obviously fighting to stay focused, Harry finally leaned in to take him between his lips. A deep, uncontrolled moan escaped Severus, striking Harry’s excitement, his own member twitching at the sound. 

As Harry went down for the first time, trying to take as much of Severus' length as he could, he was surprised by how soft he felt. The velvet skin in his mouth tingled with his love for the man as the irregularities of the muscles and veins underneath roused his desire for Severus. 

Continuing his movement, Harry let himself lose himself in Severus’ deep voice echoing around him. His body reacting with envy to all his movement and attention. The man’s hips sometimes tried to thrust himself deeper down Harry's throat. In the excitement, Severus’ hands made their way to his head, caressing his skull lovingly. Harry’ own body, hot and overwhelmed, only melted more, with the sweet strikes of pleasure from Severus' touch traveling down his nape and back. 

The air hot and damp, Harry didn’t realize he had lowered his right hands down his own pants. His member was painfully hot and swollen, even his careful grasp managed to tear of a hiss from his busy lips. 

Catching a glimpse of Severus' blurry shape in front of him as his glasses slid off his face, Harry left his member alone to put his hands underneath Severus’ top and get a taste of his sensitive nipples. The lightest touch on them tore a new desperate moan out of Severus' throat. 

How could every touch be this overwhelmingly amazing? At first, Harry’s mouth had felt… cold, somehow. Severus' fuming hot member had almost cooled down at the wet feeling. Then the view given by the young man on his knees, mouth wide open, had the effect of a very powerful Engorgio. 

He tried, but his hips seemed to have gained consciousness as they thrust desperately, despite his attempts to control them. He didn’t like hurting Harry, it felt like his lust only saw the boy as an object.  

The soft wet feeling of his mouth around him, the vibration of his voice as sometimes moans escaped him. Harry’s touch on his body only drove him madder with each passing minute. The air was burning his throat everytime Severus breathed. He could feel the orgasm surging through his body so hard, he doubted he could survive it. ‘I’m … gonna …’ 

With the tiny bit of his consciousness remaining, Severus gently pushed Harry’s face away. 

But Harry forced Severus’ dick deeper in his throat. 

A harsh gasp escaped Severus, feeling Harry move up and down in the most delicious motion, and mid-way down, as tears fell down Severus cheeks, the man grabbed Harry’s head and thrust into his throat harshly with one last gasp. The orgasm violently exploded through his whole body as he felt himself ejaculate in Harry’ mouth. The satisfaction of the long release, every muscle on his body frozen in the orgasm, relaxed as a few tiny jerks pumpered the last of his release into Harry’s mouth. 

Out of breath after such a striking orgasm, Severus loosened his shameful grip on Harry’s head, stroking him apologetically. ‘I’m sorry.’ 

Harry finally leaned back, letting go of Severus with a chuckle. Maybe it was just Severus, but Harry didn’t think his sperm was that bitter. It actually tasted kinda sweet. With a quick glance at his trousers, Harry saw that, with the overwhelming feeling of Severus cumming in his mouth, he’d barely paid attention to his own orgasm, and now was growing soft in an uncomfortable damp underwear. 

‘What are you apologizing for? You warned me and I chose to stay.’ With a loving kiss on Severus’ forehead, Harry took a deep, tired breath as he grabbed Severus' hands with his own. ‘What about you?’ Severus asked, while placing a tender hand on Harry’s hip. ‘Oh, hmm, I already came….’ Severus frowned, surprised, and lowered his gaze to Harry’s crotch, which was quickly hidden behind ashamed hands. ‘Did you now?!’ With another swipe of his hands, Harry magically cleaned himself up, his cheeks flushed once more. ‘What??! Come on, don’t make fun of me, do I need to remind you how you came the first time?!’. 

That last sentence managed to shut Severus' mouth. 

As Harry sat beside him, Severus summoned his trousers and underwear to dress himself back up. ‘Did you like it?’ Harry asked nonchalantly, leaning probably a bit too close to Severus to be natural. I think I never came this hard in my entire life. ‘What do you think?’ Harry smirked, while resting his chin on the man’s shoulder. ‘I would say yes with how red your ears are.’ He replied, freeing Severus' left cheek from his hair. Even with how much Severus wanted to appear annoyed, Harry could still see through his unusually darker eyes.