Part two of how Sev and charlie began
“When do you have to go back,” he asked Charlie late on the third night. They had been curled up together, both cursing the lumpy bed.
“I didn’t give them a definite time, love. Are you sick of me already,” Charlie responded, laying his head on his arm. He laughed lightly at Severus’ scowl. “I take it that look means that you are NOT sick of me, then?”
He pulled the younger man close and ravaged his mouth with kisses. Charlie was panting from the attention when they finally pulled apart. “Still need me to answer that, Charlie?” he asked.
“Just kiss me again,” Charlie said, and he did. He ran his hands down Charlie’s body. The fact that this man had chosen him… it left him puzzled, though grateful. He was lost in his thoughts, still stroking the ruddy skin. Charlie touched his face, snapping him back to reality. “Where did your mind take you, Sev,” Charlie asked. He caught the curious lips in another kiss. He wasn’t avoiding the question, not really.
He stroked his fingers lightly over Charlie’s hip, and down to his surprisingly tight arse. Charlie moaned into his mouth, and he felt almost undone. How was it that this man had waltzed into his life and turned on something he hadn’t realized he even possessed? He wasn’t sure it was love, but it was most definitely more than lust. He cupped Charlie’s arse and rolled so that Charlie was on top of him. He broke the kiss and raised his fingers to the lips that were swollen from the kisses.
Severus felt his cock twitch as Charlie’s wicked pink tongue played over the sensitive tips of his fingers. He tried to hold back the groan that was rising, but failed miserably. The tongue intensified its devastation of his senses. He finally pulled them away from Charlie’s lips. Charlie’s eyes were hooded with desire, and he was smiling a sinful little smile.
Severus slid his still damp fingers down to the swell of Charlie’s arse. He teased the cleft and then lower. He felt shy, he suddenly realized. Shy about touching him this way. His fingers brushed against the pucker of muscle and Charlie’s eyes closed slowly. He stilled himself, the shyness growing. He found the shyness frustrating, but he couldn’t shake it.
Charlie opened his eyes. He looked curious. “Nervous?” he asked. Severus nodded. Yes, indeed. Nervous. Nervous was a very good word for what he was feeling. “Love, please. Stop being nervous. I want this. I want you,” Charlie said softly.
His fingers twitched, and Charlie moaned. “Please?” he asked softly and arched back toward the sensation. Severus increased the pressure and felt Charlie’s body open for him. It was such an intimate thing to feel. He teased gently, thrusting slowly, then speeding up and making short strokes into the heat.
“Sev,” Charlie sighed. “More. Please, more.” He was happy to comply. A second finger joined the first, twisting deep. Charlie had his eyes closed, breathing shakily, moaning when Severus’ fingers brushed his prostate.
“I want you,” Severus said silkily, adding a third finger to the two already sliding and twisting into Charlie’s arse. Brown eyes fluttered open.
“If you want me, you have me,” Charlie said, softly. “Though I know that’s not exactly what you meant.”
“Charles Weasley, you are much too coherent,” Sev said, a smirk curling over his features. He shifted his hand gently to detach his fingers from where they were lodged. Charlie moaned from the loss of sensation. “No pouting. Let me up.” Charlie moved just enough to let him slide into the narrow space between where they had been laying and the wall. “Remind me tomorrow to buy a new bed. This one won’t even transfigure properly anymore,” he said, twisting around to reposition himself.
He moved between Charlie’s legs and leaned down to bite the fleshy buttock displayed to him. Charlie’s breath hissed as he gasped. He pushed his arse upwards. Severus smiled wryly and lay almost on top of Charlie to grab a pillow. He helped Charlie position it and leaned down for another bite of flesh.
Charlie moaned deep in his throat. The sound made Severus’ cock ache. He spread Charlie’s arse and licked him slowly. He swirled his tongue when he reached the spot his fingers had so recently vacated. Charlie made a sound that was indescribable.
“Was that uncomfortable?” he asked gently. Charlie looked over his shoulder at him and raised an eyebrow in a very apt impersonation.
“Mr. Snape, I do believe you are either addlebrained or drunk,” he sneered and then flopped his head back onto the bed as Severus repeated the swirl of his tongue. “Or you are just amazingly adept at what you are doing,” Charlie said softly. It was all the encouragement he needed. He dipped his tongue into Charlie’s arsehole and tasted him fully.
Charlie let out another inarticulate sound. He was arching against the pillow, thrusting into it, really. Severus pushed his tongue in as far is would reach, causing Charlie to let out a muffled yell, his face buried in the sheets.
Charlie reached his hand back languidly, touching the top of Severus’ head. “My gods, love,” he said softly. Severus half-smiled. “Proud of yourself, are you?” Charlie grinned, catching the smile while looking over his shoulder.
“Absolutely,” he answered. “I’m especially proud of how you squealed like a girl.” Charlie batted him on the head softly.
“Did not, you prat,” he laughed. Severus gave him a look.
“Would you like me to make you do it again, then? Prove my point?” he asked. Charlie smirked.
”I bet you two galleons that you can’t make me squeal,” Charlie said, still laughing. Severus pulled himself up from his prone position and kneeled between the prat’s legs.
“I’ll take that bet. In fact, I will bet you five that I can and will,” he said, pushing his hard cock against Charlie’s arse. “What do I get if I make you scream?”
“OTHER than my eternal devotion, you mean?” Charlie asked, grinning. “How about a return of the favor?”
“That’s acceptable,” Sev said, sounding serious, but with the hint of a grin creeping across his mouth. He slowly pressed forward until he was firmly sheathed in Charlie’s tight arse. Charlie shuddered underneath him.
“Bloody hell,” Charlie said, reverently. Severus moved slightly, sliding back and pushing forward again. A low moan from Charlie, and he repeated the action. “Torturer,” Charlie groaned. For that he was rewarded with a much harder thrust. He gasped and tried to press himself back against the older man, but Severus had him by the hips and was setting the pace exactly as he wanted it.
He honestly wanted to hear Charlie squeal again. He pulled his cock out of Charlie completely. Charlie keened quietly and then, there it was, the squeal, when Severus thrust fully back into him. “I win,” he said lightly.
To prove his point, he did it several more times. Each time, Charlie squealed. It was such an adorable sound from a grown man. He started to do it again when Charlie reached back and grabbed his right hip.
“Harder,” he said, raggedly. “Gods, love, you feel so good.” Severus’ breath caught. He leaned down and bit Charlie’s shoulder hard as he thrust in harder, wanting nothing in the world more than to please the redhead. “…Hair,” Charlie muttered.
“What?” Severus panted, still thrusting.
“Pull. My. Hair.” Charlie answered. Severus blinked once, and then did exactly that. His long fingers wrapped tight in the red locks and pulled backwards on the younger man. “Harder… if you want,” Charlie moaned, his eyes unfocused. Severus did pull harder then. He used the hair as his leverage for his thrusts. He pulled Charlie back harder and faster as they both raced toward orgasm.
Charlie was moaning the dirtiest things, grinding back against Severus. And then his body tensed, poised on the edge of release. Severus leaned over Charlie completely, pulled his head back as far as possible by the hair and bit his neck, hard. Charlie let out a shriek that turned into an extended scream as he came. His arse clamped tight on Severus who managed to thrust just a few more times before he was releasing deep inside of Charlie, his eyes rolled back in his head and a brief shout sliding out of his lips before he could bite it back.
Severus did his best to not collapse on his lover. Instead, he curled them both to the side, tucking Charlie against his chest. Charlie called for his owl and reached for a parchment. He wrote a quick note, and sent Deaux off.
”What in the world, Charles?” Severus asked, after the bird flew out of the house.
”He’s gone to Gringotts. I’ve had them transfer the money to your account. After all, you won fair and square,” Charlie laughed.
“Actually, Charlie, I think we both won,” Severus said with a grin.
“Indeed,” Charlie answered, trying to sound like his lover. However, the impersonation failed miserably due to his rather unmasculine giggle.
A Gringotts owl flew into the room and dropped its parchment on Severus before flying away. He picked up the parchment.
”Charles Weasley,” he said, “this says you transferred 25 galleons to my account!”
“Oh, I did,” Charlie grinned, “five galleons every time you won the bet.”