Fic: An Accident in Time (Harry/Snape)

[ciraarana]

Day Thirty

'Harry!' Severus jumped up from the sofa, dropping his book, when Harry appeared in the doorway. He quickly walked up to Harry, looking him over worriedly. 'Are you all right? You're home so early. Did something happen?'

Harry gave Severus a tired smile and moved past him to sink down into his armchair. He sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. He ached all over, from stress and lack of sleep and that last chase through the dungeons - or was it a crypt? - of the old monastery where they had finally run down the Dark wizard they'd been trying to catch all week. The bastard had got at least two curses through Harry's shields, and although a Healer had stopped and reversed the worst damage, Harry still ached.

Sometimes he hated his job. This was definitely one of those times. For months the Aurors had been tracing a Dark wizard who was attacking old wizarding mansions and manors, terrorising their inhabitants. The case had been baffling, for despite all the terror, the rogue had never harmed a wizard or a witch. His targets had always been the buildings.

Of course, with many of the old pure-blood families, the family seat was the foundation and source of their power. And their survival.

But as if being a high-profile case hadn't been enough, the case was made even more difficult because the rogue preferred ancient Egyptian curses. Few wizards and witches in modern Britain knew how to defend themselves against them. Harry had talked to Bill, but curse-breaking wasn't the same as defence, and Harry had mostly been as helpless as his co-workers.

The previous week, they'd finally had a breakthrough concerning the identity of the rogue behind the attacks. Every day of the current week, Harry's unit had worked overtime, following leads and hints in order to gather hard evidence and to discover where the wizard had his base. They'd found the old, half-ruined monastery the previous night, and the Head Auror had ordered the full team to be ready before sunrise.

They'd made their move shortly after nine o'clock, after crouching in the dewy fields and glade surrounding their target for almost four hours. Then three more hours of cat-and-mouse with the rogue, and another three hours of paperwork back at the Ministry. The Head Auror had sent everyone in Harry's unit home as soon as they'd signed the preliminary reports. They'd all gone gladly, and not even the most ambitious ladder-climber had protested.

Harry was determined to sleep all weekend. Preferably with the help of Dreamless Sleep potions. That one rogue had given him nightmares. He'd called himself Ankh-amon and, like nearly every Dark Arts user gone rogue, he was stark raving mad. Harry wished he never had to take a case like that again. Or at least not anytime soon.

'Harry?' Severus's worried voice penetrated through the light slumber Harry had fallen into. Harry could feel the boy stand next to his armchair, bending over him. That was the only good thing about the case, Harry thought fuzzily. It had kept him away from Severus and temptation, and kept him too tired to even think of it.

'Harry, were you hurt? You said last night that your team would move out today. What happened?'

Groaning, Harry forced himself to open his eyes. Severus was indeed hovering over him, pale and worried. Harry managed a tired smile. 'Don't worry. 'm fine. Just tired.'

'Were you hurt?'

Harry flapped his right wrist. 'Cut. Rest was healed. Not hurt. Only tired.'

His eyes closed again, and already he could feel himself sinking into sleep. Far away, he heard footsteps, and the rustling of cloth, and then a blanket was spread over him. Something popped up underneath his feet, propping them up comfortably. Harry sighed with pleasure and fell asleep.

*

He woke a little over three hours later, still exhausted but rested and hungry. Severus was sitting on the sofa, legs curled under him, and nose buried in his book. One of his trashy novels, Harry realised with a small grin. He was nearing the end of the novel, and so enthralled he didn't even twitch when Harry shifted in his armchair, snuggled deeper under the blanket, and yawned.

Harry eyed the boy with still sleepy amusement. Severus's head was lowered, but Harry could see his lids flutter and twitch as Severus's eyes raced along each line. Harry chuckled, and not even that seemed to register with Severus. Harry's amusement deepened. He'd be teasing the boy for days over this!

The amusement vanished at that thought and Harry sobered. Four weeks now, and Severus was still fifteen. Still no change. That wasn't good. Harry shouldn't have the opportunity to spend days teasing the boy.

Though, he wasn't really a boy. Harry ran his eyes over the figure sitting opposite him. No, Severus wasn't a boy. He might be thin, his body still boyish with his narrow shoulders, but he was almost as tall as Harry was. And even as an adult, Snape had been thin. Or perhaps lean was the better word, Harry though absently as he ran his eyes over Severus's folded legs.

Nice, long legs, Harry noticed, a little surprised. Why hadn't he noticed before? With Severus wearing Muggle trousers instead of wizarding robes, his legs were so clearly visible. On display. And it was far less reproachable to stare at Severus's legs than his arse or cock.

Neither of which was visible to Harry at that moment. Not that he was trying to see them, anyway!

But of course, the mere thought brought back images of Severus bending over, of his trousers stretching over his erect cock. Harry's prick twitched and began to fill.

Harry shifted uncomfortably, half-ashamed to be sprouting an erection with Severus only a few steps away! But he wouldn't see, Harry argued, because it was hidden under the blanket. Though that didn't mean he was excusing his reaction, Harry hastily reassured himself. Then he dismissed that train of thought entirely in favour of staring at Severus's slender hands holding the book, and imagining what those hands would feel like on his cock.

He was so lost in the fantasy that it took him a moment to realise that the slender hands had gone still, that one of them was no longer turning pages. Harry blinked and looked up - and wished he hadn't as his eyes met Severus's. Dark and burning, intent, mirroring Harry's own desire back at him. Harry swallowed and tried to look away. But that only allowed him to take in Severus's flushed face, his slightly open, glistening lips - as though he had just licked them - his shallow breathing. The splayed legs. The unmistakable bulge in Severus's jeans.

Harry swallowed again, his own legs spreading to give his erection room. It was straining against his fly. Under the cover of the blanket, Harry snuck a hand down and squeezed his cock. The resulting jolt of pleasure made him aware of what he was doing, with Severus sitting there, watching him, and he blushed.

'Um,' Harry began, needing to say something to break the silence and the tension, and to divert both of them from what was going on. 'What time is it? I'm hungry.'

Severus breathed out in a hiss, and Harry's eyes darted back to his face. They widened when Harry saw the smile on Severus's face.

'What-?'

Slowly, Severus stood up and let the book drop. Harry watched it bounce on the sofa, and then his eyes were drawn back up to Severus's face. Severus smirked and walked, prowled, closer. 'I'm hungry, too,' he said. His voice was stunningly deep and vibrating slightly.

Harry shivered, feeling pinned to the spot by the dark eyes and Severus's smile. Helpless, cock throbbing, he looked up as Severus loomed above him. 'S-Severus …?'

'I'm very hungry,' Severus repeated, voice going even deeper, softer. His eyes fell to Harry's mouth, and he licked his lips. 'Positively famished.'

Before Harry had time to react, Severus moved again, closer, a sudden flash of dark jeans and sweater, and then he was straddling Harry's lap. Harry yelped and started, shocked and, deep down, thrilled by the boy's forwardness. His hand tightened on his cock, and involuntarily his hips thrust upwards just a little.

As close as Severus was, he couldn't miss the motion. His eyes seemed to glow as he regarded Harry. 'Very hungry,' he whispered. His hands slid to the armrests of Harry's chair and he leant in, but slowly, hesitantly. Unsure, despite his show of confidence. Harry dug his fingers into his thigh to prevent himself from reaching out and up and pulling Severus down to kiss him.

'Severus, I…' His voice broke, and he didn't try to speak again. He felt dizzy, all his blood having gone south.

'You want me,' Severus said softly. It wasn't a question, but neither was it as confident a statement as it was probably meant to be. Severus's eyes stared closely into Harry's, at Harry's face, gauging his reaction. Harry clenched his fingers a little tighter, feeling his nails bite into his leg through his clothes.

A sudden, bright smile bloomed across Severus's face. He'd seen what he'd been looking for; not that there was any way for Harry to hide it, not now, not anymore, not with Severus so close and Harry rocking ever so softly into his own hand. 'You want me,' he repeated, sounding delighted.

'I … Severus …' Harry tried again.

Severus laughed softly, exhilarated, and put a finger to Harry's lips, silencing him. Harry wanted to suck that finger into his mouth.

'Shh,' Severus breathed. 'You want me. I know you do. You can't deny this.' And he ground down with his hips, pressing Harry's hand into his cock. The sudden, increased pressure made Harry moan.

'God, Severus, don't!' he pleaded breathlessly. Yet he made no attempt to get away, to shake Severus off.

'Why not?' Severus challenged. 'Why not?' He pushed down again, and Harry's hand slid away without his input, allowing Severus's groin contact. Severus gasped softly but he kept talking. Harry wondered how he did it. 'Why shouldn't I do this? You want me, I want you.'

Harry moaned again. One hand shot out from underneath the blanket and grabbed Severus's hip. 'You … you can't want me,' he panted, shaking his head in an attempt to clear it. It only served to make him dizzier. 'You … I know you aren't … aren't into men.'

Severus choked out a laugh and grabbed Harry's hand, dragging it to the front of his jeans where he pressed it down. Through the cloth, Harry felt Severus's erection slide into his palm. Instinctively, his fingers curled around it. Severus bit his lip. 'Doesn't that feel like interest?'

Harry closed his eyes, one hand on Severus cock, the other going back to his own. He knew there were good reasons not to do this, but it was getting incredibly hard … no, no, difficult to remember them.

'That's … that's because you're a … a teenager,' Harry gasped as Severus rocked into his hand. 'You're … horny by default.'

Again, Severus let out a strangled laugh. 'And yet, I had no desire to jump any of your friends,' he whispered. 'Only you, Harry. Only you … I, oh, please!' He clamped his hand over Harry's, holding it as rocked into Harry's palm.

Harry swallowed a groan. He needed to let go, get up and away from Severus, stop this. While he still could. Severus was moving more insistently, moaning with each thrust forwards. He leant closer, resting his forehead against Harry's. His eyes were so close, so dark and glowing, they filled Harry's entire view.

'Severus …' he moaned and closed his eyes.

'Please, Harry.'

Groping for some last straw, Harry mumbled, 'What … what about my mum?'

Severus's breath hitched. 'Who?'

'My mum.' Harry bit his lip and opened his eyes. The memory of what he'd seen in Snape's Pensieve had cleared his head a little. It had also reinforced his decision that this couldn't go on. He couldn't do this. Shouldn't do this. Severus was in love with his mother. 'Lily Evans.'

Severus stilled, staring into Harry's eyes, panting softly. 'What?'

Harry tugged his hand free and made himself let go of his aching cock so that he could push Severus a little further back. Trying to calm his hammering heart, he looked up. 'What about Lily?' he asked again. 'I know that you … that you love her.'

Severus had become very serious. He closed his eyes for a moment, clearly struggling to take even breaths. Then he looked at Harry again. 'I … Yes. I love her,' he admitted very softly. Harry felt a sudden, sharp pain in his chest, but he ignored it.

'Of course I do,' Severus went on, just as softly, but with an odd intensity. 'She's my friend. My best friend. She … Yeah. But. I don't want to do this with her!' Unexpectedly, he leant in and pressed his lips to Harry's.

It was an awkward angle, and Severus was too forceful. He smashed their lips together until Harry felt his teeth digging in. Severus had clearly never kissed anyone before, and that was enough to make Harry forget everything else. One hand found its way to Severus's hip again, the other curled around the back of Severus's head, tilting it just enough to make the kiss easier, and then Harry took over.

He nipped Severus's lip, and when Severus drew back, Harry turned the kiss into a gentle slide of lips on lips. Severus trembled, tensed, but gave in and relaxed with a soft sound, allowing Harry to lead. Harry moaned and parted his lips, let his tongue tease the corners of Severus's mouth.

Severus's mouth opened in surprise, and Harry's tongue darted in. Just a little, just for a tease, before he pulled back. Predictably, Severus mirrored him, and before either of them knew, they were kissing deeply, madly, tongues tangling and sliding, chasing each other. Harry pulled Severus closer, hand on his hip sliding lower to cup one buttock. Severus gasped and moaned into Harry's mouth.

Suddenly there was movement, the blanket they had trapped between them slid away. Harry pulled back, confused, and Severus shoved it off and to the floor. His usually smooth hair was a little mussed, and Harry ran his fingers through it, wonderingly. Severus had such nice hair …

The memory of Snape as he'd been when Harry had first seen him snapped Harry out of his lust-induced haze. Harry whimpered, and when Severus tried to lean in again, Harry stopped him.

'No! No, Severus, don't! I can't,' he panted pleadingly.

'What?' Severus was just as breathless as Harry. 'Can't do what?'

'This!' Harry flailed one hand. 'Wanting you! Kissing you! Wanting to do more than just kiss you.'

Severus flashed him a predatory smile. 'Good!'

Harry shook his head. 'No, no, not good, not good at all!'

'Why not? What's the problem this time?'

Harry gazed imploringly up into Severus's eyes. 'I mustn't, Severus. I'm and adult and you're only fifteen.'

'Wrong.' Severus smirked. It looked strange but good with his bright eyes and pink cheeks.

'What?'

'I'm only temporarily fifteen. You said yourself that, in truth, I'm forty-eight.' He cocked his head and raised one eyebrow. 'I don't mind that you're so much younger than I am.'

Harry grinned weakly and shook his head. 'But right now, you're fifteen, Severus. You're in my care, and I'm supposed to protect you and take care of you and once you're back to your own age, you'll never forgive me.'

A strange little smile hovered on Severus's lips. 'How would you know, Potter?'

Harry blinked. 'I'd be taking advantage of you. You don't like me. And, and you said in your letter that I'm to take care of your well-being, and-'

'Hmm, yes,' Severus all but purred, already leaning closer again. 'This way, you're taking care of my emotional well-being. And my physical well-being. Probably even my magical well-being as well.'

Then his mouth closed over Harry's, and his groin slid against Harry's erection, and all reasonable thought went out the window.

Harry moaned, tightening his hold on Severus, and kissed back without restraint. His hips rolled up to press against Severus's at the same time that his tongue thrust into Severus's mouth. Severus shuddered and groaned. He twisted, making their erections rub against each other, and then suddenly there were hands under Harry's shirt and on his naked skin. Hesitant fingers that trembled as they trailed over his fluttering stomach muscles. Harry's hold on Severus tightened for a second before Harry pushed him back.

Severus's eyes were glassy and dazed and confused. Harry didn't give him time to clear his head but grabbed Severus's jumper, pulled it up over his head, and tossed it aside. Then he sent Severus's shirt the same way, his eyes already gazing hungrily at Severus's bared chest. It was thin and hairless, the ribs still prominent, but all of Harry's attention went to the pink nipples that tightened under his gaze.

Severus jerked and cried out when Harry's lips closed over one of the tight buds. Harry sucked gently, then took the nipple between his teeth and pulled. Nibbled. Severus clung to his shoulders, writhing in his lap. The stunned, gasping sounds he made drove Harry wild. He attacked the other nipple while he snuck a hand into Severus's trousers.

'Harry, oh, Harry!' Severus moaned when Harry touched him. Harry hummed and curled his fingers around Severus's cock. It was already slick with pre-come, and the way he twitched and clung and groaned told Harry that Severus was close. Suddenly, Harry burnt with the desire to see Severus's face in ecstasy.

He tightened his hold and stroked as best as he could in the confines of Severus's pants, rubbing the head with his palm as he twisted his wrist on the way up. Severus gasped and bucked his hips. His thighs trembled against Harry's, and his body tensed. Harry leant back and looked up into Severus's face as he squeezed a little harder, stroked a little faster.

Severus's eyes flew open, sightless and glazed. His breathing hitched. Then his lids fell shut, and he shuddered, coming with a drawn-out groan over Harry's fingers.

Biting the inside of his cheek, Harry fought for control. His balls were so high and tight, it wouldn't need much to set him off now.

Severus sighed and sank against Harry's chest. Harry withdrew his hand and let it dangle over the armrest, wrapping the other arm around Severus's waist. He pressed a soft kiss to the boy's temple.

It didn't take Severus long to recover. Soon he sat up and looked at Harry with a wide, joyful smile. 'Wow, that was brilliant,' he said. His eyes dropped to the very noticeable bulge in Harry's trousers, and Severus's smile became wicked. He shot Harry a glance through his lashes. 'Hmm, your turn now.'

Harry wanted to shake his head and give the boy an amused, indulgent smile. He wanted to tell Severus that it wasn't necessary. But he did nothing of the kind as Severus took his glasses off. He still said nothing when Severus began to pull on Harry's clothes. Then Severus's mouth was on his again, and he couldn't say anything.

Fingers tugged on his fly, and Harry gasped into the kiss. Severus pulled back with a soft, smug chuckle. He looked so happy. Harry cupped Severus's face in his hands and just stared for a moment. Severus raised one eyebrow. Harry began to smile and shake his head, but while he hadn't been paying attention, Severus had opened his trousers. Harry's cock sprang free and into Severus's hand. Harry's eyes rolled back in pleasure at the sensation, whatever he'd wanted to say forgotten.

Severus's touch was a little hesitant at first. His fingers too loose. His movements too slow. Harry thought he'd die from this torture, from the stimulation that wound him tighter and tighter but was never enough to tip him over.

Then Severus shifted and scooted backwards. Harry blinked, uncomprehending, down at Severus. His lust-fogged brain was too slow to understand Severus's wink, or his intention as he lowered his head. The sensation of Severus's lip wrapping around the head of his cock came as a shock.

Harry groaned, or perhaps whimpered, he couldn't hear himself over the loud thrumming of blood in his ears. His toes curled, and he clenched his fingers, gritted his teeth, desperate to hold on, enjoy, and not simply explode.

Severus sank lower, taking more of Harry into his mouth until he gagged. Then he pulled back and began to lick and suck, experimenting. Harry shook with pleasure and the strain of trying to hold on. Severus's tongue curled around him, and there was a hint of teeth.

Gasping, Harry tugged on Severus's hair. 'S-Sev'rus … I … I …'

Severus tightened his lips and sucked so hard his cheeks hollowed. Harry's head fell back, and his hips shot up, and with a cry, he came in Severus's mouth.

Vaguely he was aware of Severus jerking as though startled, and then pulling back. Severus's hair slid through Harry's nerveless fingers, and Harry regretted the loss of the soft touch. Still trembling and panting hard, he forced his eyes open. And moaned as he saw streaks of his come on Severus's face.

Severus coughed and shook his head, wrinkling his nose. Then he wiped at his cheeks. 'Messy,' he commented, with a look at his filthy hands.

Laughing weakly, Harry tried to sit up. 'Sorry,' he said. 'I … wait a s-second.' Concentrating wasn't easy, shaky and dazed as he was, but he'd Summoned his wand often enough to manage it even half asleep. Blown out of his mind made no difference there. His wand obediently wiggled out of the pile of Harry's clothes and flew into his hand. Harry cast a cleaning charm at Severus, and then one at himself.

'I'm, ah, sorry,' he said, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

'Sorry?' Severus frowned. 'What for.'

'Um. Making a mess.' Harry felt his face heat. 'C-coming like that. All … all over you.'

With a shrug, Severus grinned. 'It was worth the experience. And it really doesn't taste that bad. But the swallowing is tricky.'

'What?' Harry gaped at him.

Severus cocked his head. He seemed utterly unconcerned that he was still naked as he perched on the footstool. 'What "what"?'

'You … I … But you …'

Severus rolled his eyes and leant forwards, hands on Harry's knees. 'Harry,' he said seriously, 'It's okay. I didn't do anything I didn't want to do.'

For a moment, Harry stared at him and debated contesting Severus's words. That he couldn't have known. That he couldn't have wanted it. But he swallowed his words. Harry remembered being fifteen. He hadn't taken being told what he wanted well.

'O-okay. Um.'

Severus laughed and kissed him, just a gentle brushing of lips. Harry's cock was too spent to do as much as twitch, but a frisson of reawakened arousal ran down Harry's spine.

'Hmmm,' Severus said softly against his lips. 'Bed?'

Harry blinked, then laughed. 'For sleeping, yes.'

'No sleeping.' Severus straightened. It brought his groin - and his half-hard cock - right up to Harry's eyes.

'Ah. Teenagers,' Harry sighed and struggled to his feet. His knees still felt wobbly. Harry grabbed hold of the backrest and peered around, looking for his glasses.

'Here.' Severus bent over - god, that arse looked even better naked! - and picked up Harry's glasses. 'Though I don't know why you need them. You'll be taking them off again in five minutes' time.'

Harry shoved them onto his nose and raised his brows at Severus. 'You're confident, aren't you? Or are you just horny.'

Severus stepped up to him, so close their bodies almost touched. 'Just wanting you,' he whispered, his breath caressing Harry's face. Harry shivered. When Severus took his hand and tugged him toward the door, he followed without protest.

The way down the hall, up the stairs, and into his bedroom seemed both long and short. Harry's head cleared a little, and suddenly all the good reasons why he shouldn't be doing this came back to him. Making out and a hand-job, that might still be okay. Snape might not kill him for that. But he knew what Severus wanted, and Harry was convinced it wasn't a good idea. No matter what Severus said. He wasn't Snape.

With those thoughts and arguments going through his head, the way seemed too short. He hadn't yet untangled his head when they reached his bedroom, and Severus pushed Harry down onto the bed.

'Severus,' Harry began, holding up his hands to stop the boy.

Severus all but snarled at him. 'We're not having this discussion again!'

'But I-'

Severus shut him up in a tried and tested manner by kissing him. His hard cock rubbed against Harry's hip.

'I want you, Harry,' he whispered in Harry's ear. 'Please.'

The soft plea was unbearably hot, making Harry moan. Severus then unwittingly destroyed Harry's defences entirely when he trailed his lips down Harry's neck and grazed his teeth over the spot right behind the juncture of neck and shoulder. Harry's body jolted as though electrified. Harry gasped. Even his cock twitched.

Severus gave a surprised but pleased murmur and licked that spot. Harry quivered, his hands on Severus's hips clenching. Severus bit him, unexpectedly hard, and Harry cried out. His cock hardened instantly. Severus lapped and nuzzled the bite. Desire so forceful Harry almost blacked out ran through his body. With a growl, he flipped them over and forced Severus legs open.

'Yesss,' Severus hissed and arched beneath him.

Harry growled again and pounced. He lay on top of Severus as he began kissing him. Their cocks slid and ground together. Severus ran his hands down Harry's back, stopping just shy of Harry's arse. Harry bit Severus's lower lip.

'Come on, touch me,' he whispered against Severus's lips before he claimed another kiss.

Severus did as he was told, sliding his hands over Harry's bum. Harry rolled his hips. Severus lifted his legs and wrapped them around Harry's thighs. They both moaned at the changed angle, and for a while, they simply rocked together, enjoying the sliding and gentle friction on their cocks.

But that wasn't what Harry wanted. He pushed up until he crouched above Severus as he nibbled along the boy's neck. Severus whimpered and dug his fingers into Harry's arse in an attempt to pull him down again. Harry resisted and instead attacked the dark pink nipples, licking, sucking, and biting one while he teased the other with his fingers. He changed to the other nipple, and then switched back again, until Severus was almost sobbing.

Satisfied, Harry slid lower, running his tongue over Severus's smooth stomach. He could smell Severus now, musky and mouth-watering and male. Changing direction, Harry went for his prick.

Severus went wild as Harry' swallowed him down, and Harry had to grab his hips to hold him down, or else Severus's twisting and bucking would have hurt him. He didn't need a broken nose right now. Above him, Severus was babbling, an endless stream of, 'Harry, Harry, yess, oh, please, oh, Harry!' over and over. Harry hummed and swallowed again.

While he had the boy distracted, Harry dared to let go of one hip to slide his fingers over Severus's balls and down to his crack. He gently rubbed over Severus's hole until the boy was squirming, and then carefully pushed the tip of one finger in. He didn't meet much resistance but still pulled back.

Severus gasped when Harry let go. 'What?'

'Lube,' Harry grunted and lunged across him to the bedside table

Severus moaned. His legs splayed even wider. 'Oh, yes.'

Then Harry was back to sucking the boy's cock and sliding one finger in. With the added slick of the lube, there was even less resistance. Severus bore down, taking Harry's finger all the way in. Harry moved it slowly in and out, then crooked it, searching. Severus arched off the bed with a wail when Harry hit the right spot. Harry hummed and did it again.

When the thighs spread for him began to tremble, Harry eased up on the sucking. He wanted Severus so far gone he wouldn't experience any pain but not post-orgasmic. Severus groaned in protest and pulled on Harry's hair.

'No, Harry, please, please, don't stop!'

Harry kissed the tip of Severus's cock and slicked up a second finger. Moving slowly, he pushed into Severus's hole.

'God, Harry, more,' Severus panted and tried to bear down.

'Slowly, slowly,' Harry said. He nuzzled Severus's balls and pushed deeper.

'Fuck slowly and just do it!'

'Hmm, pushy.' Harry's fingers slid in. Severus gasped and began rocking more forcefully. But Harry refused to be rushed, and he kept his movements slow. In and out, stretching, opening, occasionally hitting Severus's prostate.

'Damn it, Harry!' Severus cried with a painful tug on Harry's hair. 'Stop pussyfooting around. I want you, not your fingers!'

Harry groaned, shook his head, tempted by Severus's words. 'No, I'll hurt you.'

'No you won't,' Severus growled. 'I'm fine, come on, Harry, please!'

'Don't rush, or you'll get hurt. I know what I'm doing,' Harry growled back.

'Me, too!' Severus ground down on Harry's fingers. 'Come on, please, now, inside, please!'

Harry bit Severus's thigh in reproval, and Severus kicked out. 'Severus, stop!' Harry glared up. Severus, propped up on one elbow, glared back down. 'You've never done it before, have you?'

'No, I haven't but there was a book,' Severus said, talking over Harry's repeated admonishment to stop rushing.

'A book?'

Severus pushed back against Harry's fingers. 'Yeah. One of yours. Was on a shelf in the back. Read through it. I know what I'm doing. Please, Harry!'

Harry didn't know whether to laugh or not. Typical bookworm, Severus had read up and now thought that reality was just like the book. On the other hand, Severus hadn't shown any pain or discomfort when Harry had inserted even two fingers. And he certainly showed enthusiasm.

Tired of all the inner debating he'd been doing, Harry decided to trust Severus. He pulled his fingers out, still moving carefully, and slicked up his cock. Severus watched him with wide eyes, then fell back onto the mattress with a groan. His legs splayed obscenely wide, he raised his arse.

Face with so much temptation, Harry had to bite his lip, needing the small pain to remember to go slow. At least at first. No matter what Severus said.

Propping himself up with one arm, Harry guided his cock to Severus's hole and pushed in. Severus hissed and clamped down. Harry forced himself to hold still.

To his surprise, it didn't take long for Severus to relax. Harry pushed a little more, and then slid in, slowly, smoothly, all the way in. When his balls came to rest against Severus's arse, Harry paused, staring down at Severus in amazement. Severus stared back. For a second, they remained still, looking into each other's eyes. Then Severus shuddered, and his eyes closed, and Harry began to move.

He meant to go slow, no matter how relaxed Severus was. But Severus was impatient, bucking his hips and pulling on Harry, urging him to go faster with hissed words. So Harry complied. He thrust in, hard and fast, and Severus's legs wrapped around him to pull him even deeper. Harry lost all control he'd had, even if only in his own imagination, and began pounding into Severus's arse.

The bed creaked with each of his thrusts. Its groaning was accompanied by the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and Harry's grunts. Severus's moans and hisses and pleas were in harmony, and together they created a symphony of desire that echoed in Harry's heart.

Severus came with a soft, surprised sound. He threw his head back, dark hair fanning out on the pillow. Then he cried out, louder, and shot over his stomach and chest. Harry froze, watched. The sight and the smell and the sensation of Severus's arse contracting around him had him teetering on the edge.

Severus shuddered and sagged limply back onto the mattress. Still gasping, he half-opened his eyes and gazed at Harry. A lazy, mischievous smile spread over his face.

Harry swallowed and tried to thrust in deeper. Severus dug his heels into Harry's arse, moved up into Harry's next thrust, and clenched. Harry's hips stuttered, lost their rhythm. Grunting, he pushed in as deep as he could go and came.

The next thing Harry was aware of was lying half on top of Severus's body, sticky and sweaty, with Severus's arms around him. One hand trailed over his spine. He could feel Severus's breath on his temple and Severus's heart under his palm. With an effort, Harry turned his head and pressed a kiss to Severus's shoulder.

'Back again?' Severus asked quietly, sounding amused.

'Mmmm,' Harry replied and snuggled closer.

Severus's arms tightened. 'Harry. I …'

'Mmm,' Harry said again and, lifting his head, kissed Severus's lips. 'Yeah.' With a sigh, he slumped back down. For the moment, they lay in sated silence.

'Need to clean up,' Harry said a little later. 'We're sticky.'

Severus moved under him, away from him, and Harry grumbled a protest. Then a wand was pressed into his hand. Harry blinked at it. He looked up at Severus. He stared.

Severus's straight, dark hair was mussed and streaked with sweat. There was a white smear along his jaw that looked like dried semen. His lips were curled up in a lopsided smile. His eyes were radiant. He was so beautiful that Harry's heart clenched.

'Cleaning charm?' Severus asked.

'Yeah.' Harry gathered his thoughts and performed several cleaning charms. Then he kicked the duvet down and pulled it up over them. 'Sleeping now. Tired.'

But Severus was too far away, and Harry insistently pulled him closer. Severus came into his arms willingly and curled against Harry's body.

'Hmmm. Good,' Harry mumbled drowsily.

He thought that he felt the body next to him tremble, and something hot run down his chest. But he was asleep before he could think about it.

Day Thirty-One

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