Detention Challenge Fic: Sensitivity, (2/2), NC-17, Potter x Snape
Detention Challenge Fic: Sensitivity
Part (2/2)
Author: Shallow Blackkoda (blackkoda@yahoo.com)
Beta Team: Many, many thanks and cheers to the wonderful trio who helped me out with this: leianora, hel_bee and lexin
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Severus Snape/Harry Potter
Warnings: M-PREG, OOC, Fluff
Summary: Severus and Harry disagree about the nursery decorations for their unborn wizard.
Archives: Den of Shadows
Disclaimer: I make no profit from playing in J.K. Rowlings sandbox, no profit, no fame, and no harm meant to the franchise!
A/N: Written for Reddwarfer Detention fication, hope ya like it!
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Harry had had enough of being a spectacle for one day. Helping the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor, R.U. Stoneworthy with an advanced lecture on Curse Detection, Harry was sure that the new professor had not taught the clueless lot about gargoyles. Nonetheless, Harry was glad that Dumbledore had found a suitable candidate after he turned the position down.
Not a patient man and prone to stern behavior, Harry knew that teaching wasn’t for him, especially any class related to the Dark Arts.
The fourth years had whispered, gaped and pleaded, interrupting the class with questions about Harry’s powers, how he had defeated Voldemort and what it had felt like to be hit repeatedly by an Unforgivable. Answering a select few questions only seemed to spawn more, some from Stoneworthy himself. By the time it came to demonstrate the Aperio Pestis charm, Harry had dredged up just enough of the past to trigger his reflexes. Stoneworthy attempted a stealthy Spider Veins Curses, which Harry not only reflected back to him, but did it with enough force to send the Professor flying into a brick wall.
Perhaps it wasn’t such a bad thing, that the DADA professor was a gargoyle.
Harry had to be a lot more cautious after that.
Returning to the tower he shared with Severus, Harry had planned on having a bit of a nap before helping out with Quidditch training for Hufflepuff. Minerva had not been pleased and neither had Severus, but neither was surprised at the House’s vast improvements. Two more wins and they honestly stood a chance at the cup.
Shedding his robes, Harry moved into the bedroom. Having been denied the large four-poster bed for days, Harry’s back looked forward to having free reign upon the feather duvet. To his surprise the bed was already occupied.
Lying on his side, black hair spilled across his cheek, Severus had obviously decided to cut his classes short. Harry wondered if anything was wrong, his concern drew him bedside.
From a closer look, Severus seemed to be fine, if deeply asleep. Harry performed a simple diagnostic spell taught to him by Poppy in one of her family planning lectures, and that gave him proof enough that Severus was all right. Exhausted, but fine. His dark wizard probably just needed the rest.
Harry smiled as he recalled Severus once commenting that rest was something for the uninspired. Perhaps he would think differently after carrying their child.
With the intention of leaving Severus to his slumber and taking the hellish couch, Harry found that both his feet and his eyes were stubborn, neither wanting to move. Severus was wearing a black cotton shirt that had risen up to expose his belly. Pale pink decorated with a tattoo of jet-black hair that encircled his belly button. Harry remembered easily how seductive the sight had been when Severus’ stomach was taut, when that trail of hair had suggested darker, thicker things below.
A slow heat crept over him as Harry surveyed the rise and fall of his sleeping lover’s chest. Before he could stop to think about it, Harry moved to sit upon the bed where his view was much better. It seemed odd that nearly five years had passed since Harry made that first move, confronted Severus with exactly what he could do with that sharp tongue of his. Severus had doubted Harry's intent, but he could not argue with Harry's burgeoning cock or the kiss that quickly followed. They still argued, but oh! the sex was rough and wild. Severus was the perfect bottom, greedy and able to take anything Harry could dish out. They had come so far, Severus and he. And they still had far to go, Hare was sure.
Severus turned onto his back, stretching his arms above his head. Harry started, worried that he might be caught, but once in his new position, Severus did not stir.
Harry told himself, he should leave his lover to rest, but the shirt had risen, exposing the perfect swell. Wondering to himself if Sebastian was also asleep, Harry had his hand upon the warm flesh within moments. He had felt Sebastian kick on several occasions but there was no prodding, no shifting. Sebastian was probably sleeping. After all, being inside the womb of such an active man was undoubtedly tiring.
Eyes darting up to check his lover's state, Harry was pleased to see Severus still asleep. Daring a caress, Harry liked the soft skin beneath his palm. It had been denied him for so long. From small circles, to broader sweeps of his palm, Harry grew bold. With Severus asleep, he could chance his luck.
One circular motion, the broadest yet, resulted in Harry's fingertips stealing beneath Severus' shirt. Already damned, Harry tried to tell himself that if he didn't stop, he'd be resigned to the couch until Sebastian was five. His hand moved further up, where he knew those swollen nipples to be.
Around Severus' fifth month, they became noticeable. His chest was still flat, but the nipples... Harry's cock pulsed to life at his remembrance of the discovery. Severus had been trying to keep them hidden, denying Harry's every advance. Harry caught up with his lover in the shower one morning, slipping into the stall nude. Encircling his lover with his arms, Harry's index finger triggered the discovery and a sharp cry from Severus. How the man had moaned and hissed when Harry spun Severus about and latched onto those brown nipples with his lips. Severus came so hard from suckling alone that Harry had to help him from the bathroom.
With pleasant thoughts swimming in his head, Harry was oblivious to the slits of black eyes staring at him. Forefinger and thumb closed about the plump nipple, rolling it as gently as if it were his tongue. His tongue snaked out to wet his lips, but before he could draw it back into his wet mouth, Harry felt a jolting slap across his cheek. “Severus! What the hell?” Swiftly drawing his hand back in shock, Harry met Severus calculating stare.
“I was having a rather good nap,” Severus replied quite annoyed. Sitting up, Severus readjusted the hem of his shirt to cover his stomach.
Scowling as he rubbed his stinging cheek, Harry pouted. “You’re a mean, venomous, bitter git, you know that?”
“You knew that before you pursued me, I believe?”
No argument there, Harry thought as he moved to get up. “Yeah, I did. Idiot Harry, that's me.”
Putting out his arm to prevent Harry from rising, Severus could see the thick protrusion of Harry's cock. Never had he considered himself beautiful or even alluring, but the pregnancy had made him damn near irresistible to Harry. It was almost as if his lover had no choice in it. Severus was not going to be cruel about it. Harry had suffered enough for his prior follies, he decided, yellow-stained fingers moving down to cup the bulge. “Was there something you needed?”
“Well...maybe I just wanted to touch Sebastian.” Swallowing, as he felt thin fingers stroking him after such long denial, Harry tried not to shake or beg.
“He’s a bit lower…in my abdomen,” Severus countered with a disbelieving smirk.
Too focused upon the press of Severus’ hand to feign shame at his lie, Harry pushed his hips forward, eager for more. “Oh…”
Harry was too endearing, cute if he dared to use the word, especially when he was caught in a lie. Severus had taken some amusement in intimidating Harry when he was younger. As Harry grew into a powerful, adult wizard, Severus had lost that ability, first to Harry’s teen bravado, then to Harry’s adult hungers. It was back now though, stronger and more pleasurable as he watched his lover redden. “Was there something else you wanted?”
“Yes.” The sound of the word resonated through Harry’s body, to his fingers and toes, which wanted to splay with his agreement, his thighs that wanted to spread with a thousand such yeses.
Stroking Harry’s cock through the heated material of his trousers, Severus asked, “This, perhaps?”
It was a trap, it had to be, Harry figured. Not since before Severus conceived had the wizard been so willing, so openly seductive. Severus would arouse him, push him away and point him to the shower. Anticipating, he stammered, “Well not if you’re tired. I really do want you to get your rest.”
Severus laughed, leaning over as best he could to kiss Harry upon his quivering lips. “Right, Potter…”
“No really…” Harry moaned, all attempts at sounding honest failed as thin lips pressed upon his. Closing his eyes, Harry gave in, opening for the tongue that sought entrance. His body pulsed to life as Severus pressed his tongue over Harry’s, coiled and flickered in a gently taunting manner that left him panting. All of his doubts ceased the moment he felt Severus’ fingers upon his zip, heard the metallic clinking of it being drawn downwards.
Severus found the weight of Harry’s sex immediately as it sprung into his hand. He wrapped his fingers possessively around the swollen cock, pumping his fist along its girth. His own flesh sought to rise and warm as well, as Severus had only to close his eyes to remember the burn and slide of Harry’s cock inside him. How many times had he thought himself a whore to Harry’s every sidelong glance because of it, how many times had he dropped a potions beaker, ladle or mortar just to accommodate every inch of him. Swooning as his own cock stirred to life, Severus broke away from Harry’s mouth. Turning on his side, Severus lowered his head between Harry’s legs. “So considerate you are today. I should probably reward you for that.”
No, Severus Snape was not a cruel man and Harry vowed to hex anyone who implied he was from that moment onwards. Eyes pleading with Severus to lick him, to close that perfect mouth upon him, Harry found that he could hardly breath he wanted it so badly. Fearing that any word that might fall from his lips would jeopardize his chance, Harry closed his eyes and prayed.
Severus parted his lips over the head of Harry’s cock, his finger gently urging the foreskin down. He descended in one slow drive, anxious for the bittersweet taste in the back of his throat. It was no easy task, and lack of recent practice almost triggered Severus’ gag reflex. The sounds coming from above, Harry’s long, staggering exhale was enough to spur him on, so Severus swallowed and Harry quaked.
“Fucking lovely,” Harry repeated over and over, caught up in a haze that felt lighter and stronger than any magic. Stomach clenching as Severus’ tight throat massaged his cock in a wet, heat that could only be called bliss. Unable to control himself, Harry’s fingers sought out the heavy fall of black hair, not guiding, not pressing, but nearly. His stomach clenched as Severus’ hand moved down to fondle his bollocks and Harry felt that he had taken for granted the luxury of blowjobs.
Severus pulled back to suckle the head of Harry’s cock, to press his tongue into the fount that gave precious, pearly nectar. Harry was babbling above him, stroking his hair and trying not to thrust. Severus thought it sweet, but wholly unnecessary. “You can fuck my mouth, Harry…I’m not going to break,” he advised before sinking back down on the twitching red shaft.
Harry didn’t hear a word, but at Severus’ new onslaught, his hips snapped forward. He tried to still them, but at the guiding press of his lover’s hand upon his arse, Harry understood. Pushing forward again, Harry felt the energy building in his groin, a tiny ball that wound tighter and tighter with every passing moment. His breathing quickened, as he pumped harder, deeper, felt the rake of Severus’ teeth torturing his cock. “Sev…” was all the warning he could give.
Intent, Severus could feel the instant Harry began to break. Knowing his lover’s body as well as he knew his own, Severus tightened his lips. Each push and pull of Harry’s cock encouraged the release. Then it happened, Harry went rigid before one last shove. Severus had to brace himself as what felt like a torrent of hot seed filled his throat.
Shaking and sensitive as the waves of his orgasm crashed inside him, Harry slumped down to Severus’ thighs. His heart hammering, he felt his energy waning. He couldn’t move and didn’t really care to try as Severus licked him clean, but as soon as Severus was done, Harry found enough strength to move.
Severus reclined back upon the bed, allowing Harry only enough freedom to fasten his trousers before grasping Harry’s arm. Guiding his lover to lay at his side, Severus smiled as Harry snuggled against his shoulder. “Better?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Harry purred, moving his hands to Severus’ belly. Prodded once, Harry felt his son stir within his lover. “Much better.”
“We can all rest now.”
Lowering his hand, Harry worried. By no means a selfish lover, Harry raised his head. “You don’t want-.”
“No.” Severus shook his head and moved Harry’s wandering hand back to his stomach. The flare of arousal in his loins meant little as he felt Sebastian turn inside him. As their child sought a more comfortable position within him, Severus cherished the calmness. “What I want is to take a nap with my lover and our son.”
Harry could not argue with that, especially with Severus looking sated already.
***
Albus Dumbledore reached the stairway to the south tower otherwise known as the Chimera Tower. Home to Severus and Harry, Albus rarely had the opportunity or invitation to visit. Although the famous Harry Potter lived within the same walls as he did, the young man rarely visited Albus’ quarters. Albus had known from the start that Harry would resent the mantle thrust upon him as a child, would resent the part that Albus had been forced to play. Still, the Wizarding World was safe, Voldemort and his evil followers were destroyed and that, Albus thought had been worth the loss of Harry’s cordial friendship. Of course Harry still spoke to him, but not without an air of suspicion.
Albus could feel Harry’s presence as he grew nearer, but then powerful wizards could always tell the presence of an equal or a superior. Harry had the strength of two wizards flowing through his veins, and some among those who knew suspected that he might become the next Dark Lord. The potential was there but something else easily thwarted it. Love. Harry Potter had fallen in love with the most reclusive and complex being beside himself, Severus Caspian Demius Snape. Outside Hogwarts it was only a rumor, at least so far. No one believed that Harry would have chosen an older, mostly detested ex-Deatheater as his lover. Those in the Ministry, who did know were highly alarmed at the implications of Harry and Severus’ relationship. Surely, some dark plot was afoot, they speculated, but after confronting Harry about it, they realized that Potter had no need to scheme. He was that powerful!
The Headmaster couldn’t have dreamed of a greater match. The two men closest to him, like sons in more ways than he could count, had put aside their mutual dislike of each other long enough to discover the possibility of more. There would be a child between them, an immensely powerful wizard, Albus also suspected. Sebastian was the name that Harry and Severus had agreed upon after hearing the news. It seemed to be among the few things that they did agree on.
Upon reaching the door of their chambers, Albus felt the powerful wards and protection spells part to give him access. He didn’t even get the opportunity to proposition the portrait of the chimera outside the door before the oak opened inwards.
Harry stood at the door, ushering Dumbledore in. “Ah, Headmaster. Right on time.”
“I would not miss this for the world,” Albus assured the handsome young man. Dressed in impeccable black robes, trimmed with gold, Albus lamented that few would ever see the hero on this his most triumphant night. A pity too, that few would ever see Severus in such finery and happiness as well. Seated in a high back chair, surrounding five such others, the Potions Master wore black and silver. His hair hung down upon his shoulders It was much longer since his hiatus from cauldrons and as beautiful as Albus had always thought of the Snape family tresses. Severus’ mother had had such exquisite locks.
On the edge of nervousness, Harry shut the door and walked with the Headmaster over to the sitting area, where Severus sat preternaturally calm.
Taking his seat, Albus could see the nervousness in Severus. He wondered if Harry could read the complexities within his chosen yet. If not, there would be plenty of time, plenty of scuffles and plenty of drama for him to learn from. Albus was delighted that they had chosen to live at Hogwarts. He would have so much entertainment. Nodding to Severus he grinned, “So, my boy. The big day has arrived.”
“Yes, the end of my wily, lascivious bachelorhood. How the masses will lament,” Severus sighed. The inability to cross his legs bothered him, now more than ever. Putting a protective hand over his belly, Severus gazed over at Harry, the man partly responsible for making him round and heavy, his soon-to-be-husband.
“I don’t think being pregnant has soured your mood at all, love.” Relaxing back in his chair, Harry’s voice dripped with sarcasm.
Albus chuckled gazing between the two, already bickering like a married couple. “Boys, is that a pot of tea I smell?”
“Oh, yes. Mandarin Orange tea, it’s the only thing Sebastian likes.” With a wave of his hands, a silver tea set appeared upon the table in a poof of green smoke. The teapot was steaming, sitting in the midst of five cup and saucer sets. Biscuits, scones, crackers and cheese had their own small plates and serving knives.
Despite the wards preventing apparition within the walls of Hogwarts, Albus realized that the same laws of magic didn’t seem to apply within the Chimera Tower. Harry's magic ensured not only his and Severus' protection but also contained and shielded the south tower from any sort of spying. Albus allowed it. Since Harry had become a hero and a subsequent point of investigation for Ministry and Wizarding rags alike, and since Severus had always been circumspect, Albus believed the extra precautions to be necessary.
“He’s quite the house elf at times.” Severus rolled his eyes at the display, before trying to cross his legs again...and failing.
“And you’re quite the-" Harry’s eyes darted towards his lover, forgetting Albus’s presence for a moment. Remembering at the sound of a chuckle, Harry grabbed a plateand offered it to the elder wizard. "Headmaster, would you like a biscuit?”
“Certainly." Choosing a chocolate covered treat, Albus accepted the saucer and cup that Harry handed to him with fragrant tea. As he ate and sipped, he examined the soon-to-be bonded pair. Both men were nervous in their own way, both seemed equally anxious. "You’ve both reviewed and signed the contracts, I presume?”
Another feat of apparition and a stack of parchments appeared upon the table. “Yes. Here they are.”
Albus set down his tea and picked up the large joining contract. It consisted of over a hundred separate documents covering everything from property, title, and mortality benefits to heirs. Albus noted the signatures. “Potter-Snape?”
Harry chanced a glance at Severus. He really did like the sound of his imminent name change. Severus turned to meet his eyes and this time there was no pettiness or irritation in the dark gaze. The look Severus gave him warmed him throughout. Harry knew he had done the right thing in propositioning. “I’ve agreed and Severus decided that it would be fitting for Sebastian as well.”
“Yes," Severus grinned. Potter was practically glowing and on the verge of turning to mush at any second. If he wasn't careful, he might have fallen to the same sticky end, gazing at Potter, his soon-to-be husband, his lover and the father of his child... ‘Ah, how Potter was changing him,’ Severus thought. Shaking his head clear of pink romance, Severus quipped, "If the boy is going to be Slytherin then he might as well have the saving grace of Potter attached.”
Harry burst out in laughter. “So, that’s why you agreed so quickly to bond. You’re certain that he’ll be Slytherin? He could be Hufflepuff, you know?”
“Just because you in your infinite bravery and heroism have decided to champion their abysmal Quidditch team doesn’t mean our child will. Besides, I’m carrying him and I know quite well..." Rubbing his stomach, Severus was certain. "He’s undoubtedly Slytherin.”
Harry didn’t doubt it either. The little troublemaker picked the most inopportune times to make Severus ill or nauseous. “Whatever.”
Amused, Albus selected another biscuit. “So, you two will be taking a small holiday, Severus informed me?”
“Just for a week or so.” Harry corrected, pouring a cup of tea for Severus, who was too proud to admit that he could barely lean forward.
Severus was still getting used to needing Potter’s help, and he accepted the cup and saucer with a curt nod. His pride nipped at him to at least try, to separate his knees and lean forward for a ginger newt to dip into his tea, but once again anatomy thwarted him and all he good do was throw skirting glances. “Poppy advised it,” he said, taking a sip of his tea instead.
“Otherwise, he’d teach until the first contraction.” Severus’ harsh consideration of the ginger newts had not gone unnoticed. Choosing the fattest one, Harry put it on a napkin and handed it to Severus. The look he received in return was one Severus rarely showed. The nearest comparison Harry could think of was post-coital. Harry thanked Ron silently for pointing him in the right direction. “He’d be half-way through labor and he’d still be taking house points,” Harry continued.
Although he could easily picture Severus as diligent to the last, Albus spoke through humor. "I assure you Harry, he would not. Severus has done quite well in maintaining his health. I worry more about Mrs. Granger-Weasley pursuing her work while with child. Severus knows how to relax, don’t you my boy?”
Caught gazing at Harry with a mouth full of ginger newt, its tail still wriggling, Severus frowned. ‘I have been thoroughly corrupted,’ he groaned silently. It came out more as a growl with a full mouth.
Looking to see what was wrong, Harry only saw what was right.
Albus finished his tea as Harry and Severus forgot everything save the depth of each other’s eyes. Able to see to the heart of their motivations, Albus knew that theirs would be a legendary love. It had already been a notable rivalry; extraordinary partnership and the future spoke of so much more. There were faults, including Harry’s fear of becoming a father, to which the powerful wizard would never admit and Severus’ doubts about his new life, his belief that Harry would grow bored with him. He feared that the moment Harry left, he and his child would be flung from society. The older wizard had already made plans for raising the child alone. Still, the sum of their fears were easily dwarfed by their love, crushed and abused a thing that it was.
Setting down his empty cup, Albus gathered his robes. “I’ll leave you two a moment, while I see to the preparations as the moon has almost reached her apex."
Eyes darting upwards, Severus couldn’t even pretend to have heard the Headmaster’s words. Watching the old wizard move to the balcony where they would soon be bonded, Severus couldn’t shake the feeling of being all too exposed and vulnerable. It was to be his wedding night and Severus had never been so…disrupted. Like a schoolboy caught in mischief, Severus looked at his comrade with accusations. “Where are those friends of yours,” he snipped. “They’re late.”
Harry was having enough problems of his own, the flushing warmth in his face and the awakening throb of his cock took up too much of his attention to allow him to worry about Severus’ display of nerves. One shared glance and he was aflame, despite the presence of Dumbledore and the importance of the upcoming event. All that mattered was that in seconds the often bitter, often condescending and always shrewd wizard beside him, would soon be his. Harry smiled deviously, “It’s ok, Severus. I’m impatient too. I’ve planned something really special for us.”
Severus was almost afraid to ask, “Let me guess. Does it involve a bed?”
Feigning hurt, Harry scowled. “You used to like sex.”
Shaking his head as he recognized the look of truth on Harry’s face. Severus dropped his voice so as not to be overheard by a suspiciously eavesdropping Headmaster. “Oh, but I did. I used to enjoy being overpowered by you, groped and bruised and bitten by you. I used to like being buggered over desks, upon stone floors, until my skin was red, my arse stretched so wide from the Golden boy’s extraordinary cock. All you had to do was glare, storm into my rooms…run into me in a dark hall and I was your whore.”
Breathless, Harry could hardly believe the words falling from Severus’ mouth. He recalled those times easily enough without having them mentioned in that silken whisper. “Mutual…You know I’d do…” Harry stammered with overly moist lips. “What changed?”
Oh, but his lover was thick, Severus lamented. “I suffer every day, water retention, a stomach as round as a dragon’s egg, swollen ankles, sore nipples, headaches and your son’s finicky appetite! Not that I mind those things, but it doesn’t exactly kick-start the libido.”
It dawned on Harry that it was the first time that Severus had truly complained. Severus Snape, ex-spy, superior duelist, able to withstand curses that would drive an ordinary wizard insane, hardly ever complained. Harry bit back his amusement. “Sensitive, love?”
Severus drew back, shocked beyond measure. A stronger insult Severus could hardly bear-- made heavier only by the truth of it. His face pinched, as Severus thought of the nastiest, sharpest insult he could sneer, when the Headmaster spoke.
“Boys, I do believe that our witnesses are here.”
Severus held his tongue as Harry snickered. The doors swung wide admitting the quaintly, handsome couple, and Severus’ already dour mood darkened further. Cheerfully, Hermione Granger-Weasley came over to sit beside him and Ron Weasley took his place next to Harry. Congratulations flowed as easily as the tea, remarks about luck, coincidence, and imminent births. Yet Severus hardly heard a word with Harry grinning like a cat with a mouse dangling from its maw. In fact it was Harry who announced, “We should begin soon. It’s nearly midnight.”
***
Severus stared at the wedding band, two silver serpents meeting at the flawless ruby in the center. It made his long, thin fingers into a fascinating frame. Even the yellow tips of his fingers seemed to glow a beautiful orange with the addition of the jewelry.
It was done. He was officially married to Harry James Potter, the greatest hero of the Wizarding World. Oh, how the Ministry officials, the gossips and the skeptics would lament. Harry was supposed to have married some beautiful witch with burgeoning peach breasts, eyes the color of a summer sky and golden tresses. Perhaps a princess might have sufficed without skepticism, but Severus doubted it.
From the start of their affair, Severus had always assumed that it was Harry’s guilt over the slain, Harry’s wretched upbringing and mistrust of establishments that heightened the need for the perverse. Severus assumed that Harry’s desire for him was a desire to fall to the ultimate lows of homosexuality, brutality, darkness and hatred. How wrong had he been?
Raising his head as Harry returned to their bedroom, Severus was met by twinkling green eyes.
“They’re all gone.” Working on the stays to his robes, Harry could hardly wait to be free of them. Harry looked at Severus seated upon the edge of their bed; he was beset by contrasts. He had decorated the room with floating globes of soft fairy lights, set two bottles of chilled pumpkin juice, which Severus had actually gained a liking for, on the nightstand. The sheets were turned down showing soft emerald and a tray of Severus’ favorite foods sat on the dresser. All the details paled in comparison to the man they were for. Not beautiful, but striking. Not innocent, but pure. Severus bore more scars than anyone Harry knew. He would bear another with the birth of their son, and although none would ever believe it, Severus was the bravest person Harry had ever met…. and rather sensitive. “How are you feeling, husband?”
“Like a blushing virgin waiting for my husband to ravish me,” Severus rolled his eyes trying to pretend he wasn’t as nervous as he felt. “Oh wait. I’ve been ravished already.” Running a hand over his belly, Severus refused to look at the handsome young man approaching him. His newly bonded.
Shrugging off the robe, Harry sat down beside Severus with a sigh. “You looked like you were going to cry when you said your vows.”
“You did cry,” Severus commented.
Harry laughed. He had cried during the ceremony and suspected it wouldn’t be the last time. He had gone through a gamut of emotions with Severus: hate, suspicion, understanding and desire…none were as strong as love. Leaning back to lie on the bed, Harry closed his eyes and smiled. “I was happy, what else can I say?”
“Nothing. Nothing at all.” Calm, Severus turned to glare at his bond mate. Envying the flat plane of Harry’s stomach, Severus reached out to run his finger along the expanse. There had been many times in his life when Severus felt lucky, but they usually involved escaping death. Now he felt lucky for falling victim to life, the life in his belly and the life at his side.
Butterflies danced along his stomach, feathers coursed over his chest and whispers swirled along his sides as Severus touched him. Already resigned to letting Severus take the lead, Harry had wondered if Severus would. Fingertips became fingers and palms, then firm caresses before Harry even dared to purr, “Mmm. Severus, are you feeling frisky?”
“I’m feeling heavy,” he matter-of-factly stated.
Harry reached up and helped Severus down to lie beside him. “There, that’s better for you,” he smiled. Rising onto his elbow, Harry gazed down at his lover. Severus was doing that unusual thing called smiling.
“Immensely better,” Severus colored. He never did well when Harry stared. “Would I be considered lazy if I asked you to help me out of this?”
Shaking his head, no and trying his best not to seem overly anxious about it, Harry undid every button and stay upon the ceremonial robe as if he were revealing a most precious gift. By the time Severus was free of everything except for a pair of black silk boxers, Harry didn’t want to finish with his own undressing. Severus was a sight, relaxing on his side, jet-black hair hanging down over white shoulders, breathtaking with his round belly. Harry had to look away after meeting jet-black eyes.
Wickedly, Severus understood why Harry’s mouth had fallen open, why he seemed to turn several shades darker. He would never understand it, but he accepted it. As Harry moved off the bed and went over to the dresser, he frowned with confusion when Harry came back to the bed with a blood oak box with golden clasps. “What?”
Harry opened the box to reveal six colored bottles. Knowing that Severus would probably like the scent of sandalwood best, he chose the gold colored bottle and uncorked it. “Bonding gift from Ron and Hermione. They’re massage oils. Now on your back,” Harry instructed.
Severus did as he was told but not without a quip. “Massaging what exactly?”
“OK, so it’s multi-purpose.” Pouring the oil into his palm, Harry recorked the bottle before placing his slick palms on Severus’ arm. The oil was magically warmed and went on like a dream, Harry dared not think of how good it would feel on his cock, how slick it would be…No. Putting the whole of his mental capacity upon massaging Severus’ arms, each finger, his legs and each toe, Harry told himself that patience was an art he needed more practice at anyway. Purposefully he left certain areas for last, namely dusky pink nipples, Severus’ belly and the dreaded boxers.
Eyes closed, Severus could have reveled in Harry’s caresses for hours. He felt so relaxed, warm and practically boneless. Harry had never pampered him so and Severus liked it. In fact he was building grand schemes on how to get more of such treatment in the future. Nothing mattered save Harry’s hands on him, not even the awkwardness of his body as Harry dared to move a slick palm across his stomach. Leaning forward, Severus covered Harry’s hand with his own, seeking his husband for what would be the initiating kiss.
Harry had never been the best of kissers, not like Severus. He had come once from nothing more than Severus’ tongue in his mouth. As he angled his head, Harry tried to give back as sweet, fluttering, and thick as he got…only to have his tongue seized by Severus’ lips. Groaning fitfully, nothing made Harry wilder than having his tongue sucked. The sensation went straight to his bollocks, and throbbed within his leaking shaft. With fleeting control, Harry wrapped his leg around Severus’, needing the friction against his cock.
It escalated quickly, as easy as habit, Severus thought. Harry’s slick hand had found it’s way into his boxers, that firm grasp pumping his shaft. Severus gasped as his hips found the greedy, thrusting rhythm they were so used to. Already warm, his temperature shot up, heart hammering in his chest. Severus had to break away, crying with a gasp, “Ah. Oh…Harry, careful!”
Breathing like a bellows, Harry drew back, his hand stilling. Worrying over Severus, Harry stroked over his forehead, “Sorry. M’ sorry…what?”
“My heart is…beating rather quickly,” Severus panted. His arms encircled Harry, stroking lightly. Smiling to calm his husband, Severus just needed a moment. “I know your appetite well, Harry and my own compulsions… But I tire quickly now…”
Ready to withdraw his hand from its warm cover, Harry frowned. “Should I stop?”
Severus could feel the baby shifting in his womb, curious no doubt, but what had been started demanded more and there was nothing short of Voldemort returning from the ashes Harry had burned him to, that would stop Severus from satisfying Harry. “No. Just slower.” Drawing Harry back down to him, Severus demonstrated with slow delicate kisses to Harry’s jaw, down the column of his throat. “Slow is nice…Soooo….”
“So good,” Harry answered as he craned his neck to give Severus the same gentle loving attention. Determined not to rush, Harry removed his hand from the humid fabric, trailed it up over Severus stomach and to his chest. His fingers found the intriguing buds, just as Harry’s lips found Severus’ collarbone. So easily, he found himself insatiably sucking. He could have kicked himself when he felt Severus press him back anew.
Severus took Harry’s hand in his; pale against tanned skin, placing the palm against his swollen tit. Merlin how it electrified him, just the slightest touch of Harry’s calloused hands. “If you insist…rub. Don’t pinch, just rub...” Head falling back against the pillows as Harry learned quickly, Severus quivered. “Spot on, Harry. So bloody, fucking good.”
It was music to Harry’s ears, a feast for his eyes as well; Severus writhing before him. Harry tried to ignore his own needs, but that feat was made nearly impossible when Severus guided him by the back of his head towards the other nipple.
“Lick, don’t suck,” Severus murmured. Moving his hand down to the tent in Harry’s shorts, Severus teased the heavy erection he found. “If you want.”
“Oh, I want to.” Wetting his lips, Harry took to Severus’ chest. He had to remind himself not to close his mouth over the bud, to lick and lave instead. The combination of the oil and Severus’ skin was a heady treat. Adding the fingers playing with his cock and bollocks, Harry’s adrenaline was flowing full force. Beneath him Severus was a wreck, obvious when Severus sought underneath his shorts for the real thing. Flesh upon flesh set him aflame. Harry groaned, his mind clouded with lust. Moving onto the other nipple, Harry forgot not to suckle. His lips closed around the nub and he sucked strongly, finding the hint of some sweet nectar.
Severus bucked, his body singing some high operatic note, his own shaft on the edge of spilling. Squeezing Harry’s cock at its base served as reminder, bringing his husband off his nipple to glare at him with lust-crazed eyes. “P-perhaps… its time to use the oil again,” Severus panted.
“I’m sorry, Severus.” Cursing himself for getting so caught up, Harry was stunned to find Severus still squirming and eager. “You want?”
“Yes,” Severus nodded.
The words of acceptance splashed upon Harry, cooling half of his flames from nervousness. He had taken Severus several different ways and countless times, but none of his prior experience amounted to much as Harry sat up and pondered how he could be gentle, which position would be most comfortable for his love.
With a quiet smirk, Severus pushed off his shorts and tossed them aside. He moved to his knees and braced his hands upon the headboard. Sticking out his arse, Severus flicked his long, black locks over his shoulder and looked at his husband. “We can do it this way.”
Speechless, Harry didn’t know how he got his own shorts off or found the bottle of oil, considering he couldn’t take his eyes off of the beautiful, refined, pregnant man before him. All fucking mine, he repeated over and over in his head. His mouth couldn’t move. With hands shaking badly, he uncorked the oil and poured half into his palms, the other half onto his thighs. Tentatively, he moved behind Severus, inserting two gentle fingers.
It was all rather sweet, the care Harry took in preparing him, but Severus’ patience had worn thin. “Potter, I’m pregnant, not a bloody virgin!”
Wincing at the comment, Harry withdrew his fingers from his lover’s heat. Severus could have fooled him, as he was nearly as tight as a virgin. His cock practically twitched as Harry contemplated how long it had been since he had been inside his pale lover’s body. Waiting no longer, Harry placed a hand on Severus’ hip and took his shaft in hand. Two strokes of an oily hand mingled with slick pre-come and Harry was ready. He had barely placed the head of his cock against the pucker of Severus’ opening before his lover pressed backwards. Harry sank deep inside with one slow press that felt like nirvana. “Dear Merlin!” he hissed, thrusting almost immediately.
Severus had a few choice words to exclaim himself. Harry was a very well endowed man and accommodating him had always been a liberating experience. The room blurred around him and little mattered to Severus beyond the shaft that was plunging in and out of his body. “Ohh… Potter,” He moaned, head hung low. “I knew from the moment I met you… that you’d be good at something.”
Greedy for more of the crashing ecstasy gained from every thrust, Harry moved his cock faster and harder inside of Severus. Bollocks deep, Harry leaned forward and breathed against Severus’ shoulder. “Knew when I met you that you’d be the perfect bottom…so repressed. Mean, nasty…. but now you’re mine!”
“Yes.” Severus repeated over and over, almost in tandem with the buzzing about his ears. Some ghost sound echoing through his body, making his tendons taut, his heart stammer, burning and electrifying him at once. He felt Harry’s hands, ignorant of all warnings upon his nipples, cradling and caressing his belly, he felt Sebastian turn curiously. Then he felt Harry’s hand on his cock, stroking the stiff member with possessive command. It was too much to feel, too intimate and something like the opposite of the most powerful Crucius curus that stopped his heart and started it with an orgasm that snapped his eyes wide, stole his scream and left him gasping with harsh spasms.
“Oh, ohhh,” Harry gasped as Severus clamped down upon his cock, forcing his seed from him in a shocking hot rush. Shaking his sweat-damp hair, trying just to see straight, Harry wondered if his sight-correcting charm had faded, whether his magic had faded in general. So grounded by the physical, Harry could only smile against Severus’ back as he recalled how good an orgasm could be inside of the man.
Severus bore Harry upon his back while they both recovered. Although Harry was more muscular than him, Severus had no complaint. He was so warm, he almost protested when Harry began to pull out.
“Mmm,” Harry purred. Limbs heavy with exertion, Harry moved back, freeing his come-messy cock out of Severus’ body with a slick pop. Staring down, Harry always loved the sight and feel of the pearly white fluid. Severus loved it as well, Harry recalled briefly but not the way he did. “Don’t move,” Harry whispered, half a command as Severus made to release the bed frame.
“What?”
Harry’s hands spread Severus’ arse cheeks wide, exposing the stretched anus of his lover, the place that brought him so much joy. The curse complete, Severus’ body no longer claimed his seed as covetously as before. Harry watched as pearls escaped the deep, pink channel. Before he could tell himself that Severus needed to rest, Harry’s tongue was pressing inside, lapping at his own salty, slick essence.
Severus flinched as he felt Harry’s tongue pressing inside him, fucking him anew. His already short-circuited nerves flared back to life, causing Severus to twitch from head to toe. “You perverted…Potter, oh nononono…” Severus cried, despite pressing back for more. Not an old man by a long shot, Severus was amazed to find his cock hardening again so soon. Harry was relentless and Severus was powerless to deny that it felt so good. “It can’t be good for my heart, for the child. You’ll be the death of me…” Panting Severus spread his knees further, arched his back as best he could.
Harry marveled at his husband’s wanton behavior, tongue-fucking Severus’ arse with abandon. The taste the musk of his lover was a potent aphrodisiac that Harry could not deny. The sheer opening of flesh, was a delight and memory of being inside. Moving his hand around Severus’ hip, Harry found his lover quickly hardening. He was already at full mast, not quite sure if he had ever softened. Straightening behind Severus, Harry rubbed his renewed erection against Severus’ arse cheeks. “Sev…” he grunted with the edge of a plea.
“Potter,” Severus answered with the pet name he had used for husband before either of them knew that it was.
Harry shifted and was back inside Severus within an instant. It took only six thrusts, before Severus came and only seven for Harry to crash after. Afterwards, Harry helped Severus to let go of the rail, guided him down upon the mattress to lie spooned together.
Lax and disoriented, Severus welcomed the aid, welcomed the covers pulled on top of him and even more, he welcomed Harry spooned behind him.
“Don’t go to sleep,” Harry whispered into Severus’ hair, even though the siren song of slumber was already calling to him. “I want to feed you kabobs and strawberries and pomegranates and cheeses…chocolate truffles. I want to spoil you yet.”
Severus’s eyes had already drifted shut. Yawning, he welcomed Harry’s arm across him, Harry’s hand upon his belly. Sebastian was still and at rest again, so Severus felt free enough to fade. “I’m afraid you succeeded in that a long time ago,” he yawned.
Harry grinned, “I’ve no intention of stopping, you know.”
“Just allow me to rest a bit,” he replied exhausted.
Murmuring a preservation charm for the food and drink, Harry dimmed the globes of fairy light before settling against his husband’s back.
EPILOGUE
Severus looked around his son’s room in horror. Magical hammers and nails danced about setting planting gutters into an elaborate border all around the rooms. Potting soils flew through the air, in impatient swirls to fill them as soon as they were set and Harry was seated on the floor unwrapping another parcel from Longbottom’s Terrarium Supply. Furious, Snape set his fists upon his hips. “You? You’re only encouraging it!” he boomed.
“Really, Severus.” No stranger to his rants, Harry didn’t even lift his head. “There’s no need to react like he’s requested a portal to the Nine Hells.”
All the more annoyed at being ignored, Severus stormed up to Harry, just barely missing a flying brown swirl. “Only something invariably worse.”
“It’s what he wants.” Seeing Severus’ tapping boot right next to him, Harry finally gave in and set the package aside. Looking up to find his husband scowling, Harry raised a challenging brow. “You don’t want to deny him do you? Don’t want to be the mean one?”
It had been begun to look as if Harry was doing better than he in the preferred parent category, what with the new beater club. Still, Severus had the edge. Sebastian preferred Severus’ reading of bedtime stories more. “No, but I…I-”
“Papa! Da!” Running into his room, Sebastian Potter-Snape was stopped short by the renovations. His satchel fell to the floor as his big, emerald eyes followed soil into the new pots. Pale and lanky, Sebastian was tall for his age. A handsome boy with unruly hair, Sebastian loved plants and at the moment he really loved his fathers. Running over to Harry, Sebastian tackled his Papa with a hug.
Flat on his back, Harry hugged his son. “Bastian, heh! Not too tight, eh?”
Severus seethed until Sebastian released Harry and ran to him with a hug. Rubbing his son’s back, Severus looked from Harry’s green eyes to his son’s green. Forcing a smile, Severus told himself that green had to be the most magical color in the spectrum; after all, the Killing Curse radiated green.
Sebastian walked around the room and gazed into the planters, which were low enough for him to delve into, low enough that the sun could shine on whatever he chose to plant. There were also covered planters for those that needed no light. “It’s…it’s. Whoa thank you,” he squealed jumping up and down. “Now I can repot my Peruvian Fairy Snare and my Lilac Puff plants and my Wiggle roots and I can watch them grow and talk to them before bed and I can-”
“Track soil all throughout the chamber,” Severus interrupted his son’s habit of talking a mile a minute. “Not to mention infest your father’s and my quarters with creeping vines, dancing fauna and gaseous flora.”
Sebastian shook his head, “Oh, no, Da. I’m going to grow plants so you can make tea, and plants for your potions and food that that Papa can feed to those nasty thestrals that won’t eat and a plant that I can hide in my satchel so Chrysanthemum won’t try to snatch it and-.”
“Easy there, Sebastian. I won’t have Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron banging on my door wondering where their daughter’s hand has gone.” Immensely proud of his complex son, Harry didn’t have to wonder why after selecting houses for so many wizards in the past, that the Sorting Hat had gone silent when placed upon Sebastian’s head. Dumbledore had to ask Sebastian which house he wanted to join. Harry wasn’t surprised to see Hufflepuff colors on his son. Still, there were times when Slytherin manipulation came into play. That Sebastian always offered to help just about anyone was a Gryffindor trait, Harry told himself. But no matter how shocked both he and Severus had been, the reality was that Sebastian loved to toil, was extremely humble and most of the time, content with his lot.
Chrysanthemum Weasley, first daughter of six girls born to Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger-Weasley and the most notorious redhead in Slytherin, however, was a thorn in Sebastian’s side nonetheless. Harry had feared for his friendship with his old friends after Sebastian hexed the girl’s hair into a nest of snakes. It was powerful magic for a boy so young, but Sebastian was far more powerful than most first-years anyway. It was also self-defense.
Plotting, Sebastian raised his fingers to his chin, doing his perfect imitation of Severus. “Hmm…maybe just a Red Rash Petunia then? Professor Sprout says the rash is curable after ten years.”
Although Chryssie was in his house and quite the radiant little snakeling, Severus nodded proudly at his son. “Perhaps.”
“Severus! Don’t encourage him,” Harry gawked. Severus and Sebastian were chuckling together like the two mischievous gits they were. Raising a finger to Sebastian, Harry advised, “Simple plants only.”
“Oh. Ok,” Sebastian conceded, knowing full and well that his Papa couldn’t tell a fern from Frilly Carnivorous Hermosa plant. He’d have to be careful around the scrutinizing, dark gaze of his Da however. Plotting and anxious to begin filling his pots, Sebastian clasped his hands together. “Oooh…Pa, Da…can I go to the greenhouse and get some seedlings?”
“Tomorrow. We’ll be having dinner shortly. Your favorite,” Severus replied, still not enthusiastic about the whole idea.
Sebastian looked at his Da with a pout. “B-but…but the planters will be empty all night… Please!”
“Sebastian Potter-Snape,” Severus warned. A Slytherin never pouted despite wearing Hufflepuff colors.
Harry got up off of the floor, stepping between his husband and son. Wrapping his arms around Severus, Harry smiled down at Sebastian. “Heh, yeah. It’s a Friday. You go get your plants and Da and I will help you get everything in order, right?”
Sebastian was off before his Da could even draw the breath needed for a rebuke. “OK. Thanks Papa. Bye Da!”
Left alone with a grinning, evil, manipulative man, Severus turned his ire on Harry. So furious he could hardly get the words out, Severus sneered, “You deliberately try to usurp-”
“Easy there, Sev.” Moving his hands down to cup Severus’ arse, Harry was too excited by opportunity to bother with small details. Raising a suggestive brow, Harry brought their bodies flush against one another. “It will take him at least thirty minutes to reach the greenhouses and return.”
“What?” Severus felt the hardness rubbing against his hip. Severus was thankful that the male fertility curse only struck once. As libidinous as Harry was, he’d have as many brats as Hermione. Shaking his head, Severus scowled. “You’re covered in dirt, absolutely filthy…”
“That I am.” Leaning over to kiss his husband, Harry found Severus more willing than he would admit. In mere moments, Severus was kissing him back, tongues sliding together exchanging wet, heat. By the time they broke apart, Harry was sure he’d won the flustered Potions Master over. “So? Fancy a shag, you mean parent?”
Cursing his weak resolve, Severus couldn’t bear to look Harry in the face. It was bad enough that his body was already agreeing. “Potter, you...”
Harry was swift to interrupt. “You could just lift up your robes and I could slide right in. I could be up all night helping Sebastian with his potting. You know he doesn’t like to use magic; likes to play his hands about the dirt.” Laying it on thick, Harry placed a kiss on Severus’ throat. “…could take all night. Who knows what time I’d get to bed?”
“Thought I’d married a Gryffindor, thought my son would be Slytherin and I was wrong about both,” Severus complained, fingers moving swiftly to the openings of Harry’s trousers. “Hurry, I don’t want to be caught again.”
“OK,” Harry laughed. “Quickies, I can do.”
THE END
Part (2/2)
Author: Shallow Blackkoda (blackkoda@yahoo.com)
Beta Team: Many, many thanks and cheers to the wonderful trio who helped me out with this: leianora, hel_bee and lexin
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Severus Snape/Harry Potter
Warnings: M-PREG, OOC, Fluff
Summary: Severus and Harry disagree about the nursery decorations for their unborn wizard.
Archives: Den of Shadows
Disclaimer: I make no profit from playing in J.K. Rowlings sandbox, no profit, no fame, and no harm meant to the franchise!
A/N: Written for Reddwarfer Detention fication, hope ya like it!
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Harry had had enough of being a spectacle for one day. Helping the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor, R.U. Stoneworthy with an advanced lecture on Curse Detection, Harry was sure that the new professor had not taught the clueless lot about gargoyles. Nonetheless, Harry was glad that Dumbledore had found a suitable candidate after he turned the position down.
Not a patient man and prone to stern behavior, Harry knew that teaching wasn’t for him, especially any class related to the Dark Arts.
The fourth years had whispered, gaped and pleaded, interrupting the class with questions about Harry’s powers, how he had defeated Voldemort and what it had felt like to be hit repeatedly by an Unforgivable. Answering a select few questions only seemed to spawn more, some from Stoneworthy himself. By the time it came to demonstrate the Aperio Pestis charm, Harry had dredged up just enough of the past to trigger his reflexes. Stoneworthy attempted a stealthy Spider Veins Curses, which Harry not only reflected back to him, but did it with enough force to send the Professor flying into a brick wall.
Perhaps it wasn’t such a bad thing, that the DADA professor was a gargoyle.
Harry had to be a lot more cautious after that.
Returning to the tower he shared with Severus, Harry had planned on having a bit of a nap before helping out with Quidditch training for Hufflepuff. Minerva had not been pleased and neither had Severus, but neither was surprised at the House’s vast improvements. Two more wins and they honestly stood a chance at the cup.
Shedding his robes, Harry moved into the bedroom. Having been denied the large four-poster bed for days, Harry’s back looked forward to having free reign upon the feather duvet. To his surprise the bed was already occupied.
Lying on his side, black hair spilled across his cheek, Severus had obviously decided to cut his classes short. Harry wondered if anything was wrong, his concern drew him bedside.
From a closer look, Severus seemed to be fine, if deeply asleep. Harry performed a simple diagnostic spell taught to him by Poppy in one of her family planning lectures, and that gave him proof enough that Severus was all right. Exhausted, but fine. His dark wizard probably just needed the rest.
Harry smiled as he recalled Severus once commenting that rest was something for the uninspired. Perhaps he would think differently after carrying their child.
With the intention of leaving Severus to his slumber and taking the hellish couch, Harry found that both his feet and his eyes were stubborn, neither wanting to move. Severus was wearing a black cotton shirt that had risen up to expose his belly. Pale pink decorated with a tattoo of jet-black hair that encircled his belly button. Harry remembered easily how seductive the sight had been when Severus’ stomach was taut, when that trail of hair had suggested darker, thicker things below.
A slow heat crept over him as Harry surveyed the rise and fall of his sleeping lover’s chest. Before he could stop to think about it, Harry moved to sit upon the bed where his view was much better. It seemed odd that nearly five years had passed since Harry made that first move, confronted Severus with exactly what he could do with that sharp tongue of his. Severus had doubted Harry's intent, but he could not argue with Harry's burgeoning cock or the kiss that quickly followed. They still argued, but oh! the sex was rough and wild. Severus was the perfect bottom, greedy and able to take anything Harry could dish out. They had come so far, Severus and he. And they still had far to go, Hare was sure.
Severus turned onto his back, stretching his arms above his head. Harry started, worried that he might be caught, but once in his new position, Severus did not stir.
Harry told himself, he should leave his lover to rest, but the shirt had risen, exposing the perfect swell. Wondering to himself if Sebastian was also asleep, Harry had his hand upon the warm flesh within moments. He had felt Sebastian kick on several occasions but there was no prodding, no shifting. Sebastian was probably sleeping. After all, being inside the womb of such an active man was undoubtedly tiring.
Eyes darting up to check his lover's state, Harry was pleased to see Severus still asleep. Daring a caress, Harry liked the soft skin beneath his palm. It had been denied him for so long. From small circles, to broader sweeps of his palm, Harry grew bold. With Severus asleep, he could chance his luck.
One circular motion, the broadest yet, resulted in Harry's fingertips stealing beneath Severus' shirt. Already damned, Harry tried to tell himself that if he didn't stop, he'd be resigned to the couch until Sebastian was five. His hand moved further up, where he knew those swollen nipples to be.
Around Severus' fifth month, they became noticeable. His chest was still flat, but the nipples... Harry's cock pulsed to life at his remembrance of the discovery. Severus had been trying to keep them hidden, denying Harry's every advance. Harry caught up with his lover in the shower one morning, slipping into the stall nude. Encircling his lover with his arms, Harry's index finger triggered the discovery and a sharp cry from Severus. How the man had moaned and hissed when Harry spun Severus about and latched onto those brown nipples with his lips. Severus came so hard from suckling alone that Harry had to help him from the bathroom.
With pleasant thoughts swimming in his head, Harry was oblivious to the slits of black eyes staring at him. Forefinger and thumb closed about the plump nipple, rolling it as gently as if it were his tongue. His tongue snaked out to wet his lips, but before he could draw it back into his wet mouth, Harry felt a jolting slap across his cheek. “Severus! What the hell?” Swiftly drawing his hand back in shock, Harry met Severus calculating stare.
“I was having a rather good nap,” Severus replied quite annoyed. Sitting up, Severus readjusted the hem of his shirt to cover his stomach.
Scowling as he rubbed his stinging cheek, Harry pouted. “You’re a mean, venomous, bitter git, you know that?”
“You knew that before you pursued me, I believe?”
No argument there, Harry thought as he moved to get up. “Yeah, I did. Idiot Harry, that's me.”
Putting out his arm to prevent Harry from rising, Severus could see the thick protrusion of Harry's cock. Never had he considered himself beautiful or even alluring, but the pregnancy had made him damn near irresistible to Harry. It was almost as if his lover had no choice in it. Severus was not going to be cruel about it. Harry had suffered enough for his prior follies, he decided, yellow-stained fingers moving down to cup the bulge. “Was there something you needed?”
“Well...maybe I just wanted to touch Sebastian.” Swallowing, as he felt thin fingers stroking him after such long denial, Harry tried not to shake or beg.
“He’s a bit lower…in my abdomen,” Severus countered with a disbelieving smirk.
Too focused upon the press of Severus’ hand to feign shame at his lie, Harry pushed his hips forward, eager for more. “Oh…”
Harry was too endearing, cute if he dared to use the word, especially when he was caught in a lie. Severus had taken some amusement in intimidating Harry when he was younger. As Harry grew into a powerful, adult wizard, Severus had lost that ability, first to Harry’s teen bravado, then to Harry’s adult hungers. It was back now though, stronger and more pleasurable as he watched his lover redden. “Was there something else you wanted?”
“Yes.” The sound of the word resonated through Harry’s body, to his fingers and toes, which wanted to splay with his agreement, his thighs that wanted to spread with a thousand such yeses.
Stroking Harry’s cock through the heated material of his trousers, Severus asked, “This, perhaps?”
It was a trap, it had to be, Harry figured. Not since before Severus conceived had the wizard been so willing, so openly seductive. Severus would arouse him, push him away and point him to the shower. Anticipating, he stammered, “Well not if you’re tired. I really do want you to get your rest.”
Severus laughed, leaning over as best he could to kiss Harry upon his quivering lips. “Right, Potter…”
“No really…” Harry moaned, all attempts at sounding honest failed as thin lips pressed upon his. Closing his eyes, Harry gave in, opening for the tongue that sought entrance. His body pulsed to life as Severus pressed his tongue over Harry’s, coiled and flickered in a gently taunting manner that left him panting. All of his doubts ceased the moment he felt Severus’ fingers upon his zip, heard the metallic clinking of it being drawn downwards.
Severus found the weight of Harry’s sex immediately as it sprung into his hand. He wrapped his fingers possessively around the swollen cock, pumping his fist along its girth. His own flesh sought to rise and warm as well, as Severus had only to close his eyes to remember the burn and slide of Harry’s cock inside him. How many times had he thought himself a whore to Harry’s every sidelong glance because of it, how many times had he dropped a potions beaker, ladle or mortar just to accommodate every inch of him. Swooning as his own cock stirred to life, Severus broke away from Harry’s mouth. Turning on his side, Severus lowered his head between Harry’s legs. “So considerate you are today. I should probably reward you for that.”
No, Severus Snape was not a cruel man and Harry vowed to hex anyone who implied he was from that moment onwards. Eyes pleading with Severus to lick him, to close that perfect mouth upon him, Harry found that he could hardly breath he wanted it so badly. Fearing that any word that might fall from his lips would jeopardize his chance, Harry closed his eyes and prayed.
Severus parted his lips over the head of Harry’s cock, his finger gently urging the foreskin down. He descended in one slow drive, anxious for the bittersweet taste in the back of his throat. It was no easy task, and lack of recent practice almost triggered Severus’ gag reflex. The sounds coming from above, Harry’s long, staggering exhale was enough to spur him on, so Severus swallowed and Harry quaked.
“Fucking lovely,” Harry repeated over and over, caught up in a haze that felt lighter and stronger than any magic. Stomach clenching as Severus’ tight throat massaged his cock in a wet, heat that could only be called bliss. Unable to control himself, Harry’s fingers sought out the heavy fall of black hair, not guiding, not pressing, but nearly. His stomach clenched as Severus’ hand moved down to fondle his bollocks and Harry felt that he had taken for granted the luxury of blowjobs.
Severus pulled back to suckle the head of Harry’s cock, to press his tongue into the fount that gave precious, pearly nectar. Harry was babbling above him, stroking his hair and trying not to thrust. Severus thought it sweet, but wholly unnecessary. “You can fuck my mouth, Harry…I’m not going to break,” he advised before sinking back down on the twitching red shaft.
Harry didn’t hear a word, but at Severus’ new onslaught, his hips snapped forward. He tried to still them, but at the guiding press of his lover’s hand upon his arse, Harry understood. Pushing forward again, Harry felt the energy building in his groin, a tiny ball that wound tighter and tighter with every passing moment. His breathing quickened, as he pumped harder, deeper, felt the rake of Severus’ teeth torturing his cock. “Sev…” was all the warning he could give.
Intent, Severus could feel the instant Harry began to break. Knowing his lover’s body as well as he knew his own, Severus tightened his lips. Each push and pull of Harry’s cock encouraged the release. Then it happened, Harry went rigid before one last shove. Severus had to brace himself as what felt like a torrent of hot seed filled his throat.
Shaking and sensitive as the waves of his orgasm crashed inside him, Harry slumped down to Severus’ thighs. His heart hammering, he felt his energy waning. He couldn’t move and didn’t really care to try as Severus licked him clean, but as soon as Severus was done, Harry found enough strength to move.
Severus reclined back upon the bed, allowing Harry only enough freedom to fasten his trousers before grasping Harry’s arm. Guiding his lover to lay at his side, Severus smiled as Harry snuggled against his shoulder. “Better?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Harry purred, moving his hands to Severus’ belly. Prodded once, Harry felt his son stir within his lover. “Much better.”
“We can all rest now.”
Lowering his hand, Harry worried. By no means a selfish lover, Harry raised his head. “You don’t want-.”
“No.” Severus shook his head and moved Harry’s wandering hand back to his stomach. The flare of arousal in his loins meant little as he felt Sebastian turn inside him. As their child sought a more comfortable position within him, Severus cherished the calmness. “What I want is to take a nap with my lover and our son.”
Harry could not argue with that, especially with Severus looking sated already.
***
Albus Dumbledore reached the stairway to the south tower otherwise known as the Chimera Tower. Home to Severus and Harry, Albus rarely had the opportunity or invitation to visit. Although the famous Harry Potter lived within the same walls as he did, the young man rarely visited Albus’ quarters. Albus had known from the start that Harry would resent the mantle thrust upon him as a child, would resent the part that Albus had been forced to play. Still, the Wizarding World was safe, Voldemort and his evil followers were destroyed and that, Albus thought had been worth the loss of Harry’s cordial friendship. Of course Harry still spoke to him, but not without an air of suspicion.
Albus could feel Harry’s presence as he grew nearer, but then powerful wizards could always tell the presence of an equal or a superior. Harry had the strength of two wizards flowing through his veins, and some among those who knew suspected that he might become the next Dark Lord. The potential was there but something else easily thwarted it. Love. Harry Potter had fallen in love with the most reclusive and complex being beside himself, Severus Caspian Demius Snape. Outside Hogwarts it was only a rumor, at least so far. No one believed that Harry would have chosen an older, mostly detested ex-Deatheater as his lover. Those in the Ministry, who did know were highly alarmed at the implications of Harry and Severus’ relationship. Surely, some dark plot was afoot, they speculated, but after confronting Harry about it, they realized that Potter had no need to scheme. He was that powerful!
The Headmaster couldn’t have dreamed of a greater match. The two men closest to him, like sons in more ways than he could count, had put aside their mutual dislike of each other long enough to discover the possibility of more. There would be a child between them, an immensely powerful wizard, Albus also suspected. Sebastian was the name that Harry and Severus had agreed upon after hearing the news. It seemed to be among the few things that they did agree on.
Upon reaching the door of their chambers, Albus felt the powerful wards and protection spells part to give him access. He didn’t even get the opportunity to proposition the portrait of the chimera outside the door before the oak opened inwards.
Harry stood at the door, ushering Dumbledore in. “Ah, Headmaster. Right on time.”
“I would not miss this for the world,” Albus assured the handsome young man. Dressed in impeccable black robes, trimmed with gold, Albus lamented that few would ever see the hero on this his most triumphant night. A pity too, that few would ever see Severus in such finery and happiness as well. Seated in a high back chair, surrounding five such others, the Potions Master wore black and silver. His hair hung down upon his shoulders It was much longer since his hiatus from cauldrons and as beautiful as Albus had always thought of the Snape family tresses. Severus’ mother had had such exquisite locks.
On the edge of nervousness, Harry shut the door and walked with the Headmaster over to the sitting area, where Severus sat preternaturally calm.
Taking his seat, Albus could see the nervousness in Severus. He wondered if Harry could read the complexities within his chosen yet. If not, there would be plenty of time, plenty of scuffles and plenty of drama for him to learn from. Albus was delighted that they had chosen to live at Hogwarts. He would have so much entertainment. Nodding to Severus he grinned, “So, my boy. The big day has arrived.”
“Yes, the end of my wily, lascivious bachelorhood. How the masses will lament,” Severus sighed. The inability to cross his legs bothered him, now more than ever. Putting a protective hand over his belly, Severus gazed over at Harry, the man partly responsible for making him round and heavy, his soon-to-be-husband.
“I don’t think being pregnant has soured your mood at all, love.” Relaxing back in his chair, Harry’s voice dripped with sarcasm.
Albus chuckled gazing between the two, already bickering like a married couple. “Boys, is that a pot of tea I smell?”
“Oh, yes. Mandarin Orange tea, it’s the only thing Sebastian likes.” With a wave of his hands, a silver tea set appeared upon the table in a poof of green smoke. The teapot was steaming, sitting in the midst of five cup and saucer sets. Biscuits, scones, crackers and cheese had their own small plates and serving knives.
Despite the wards preventing apparition within the walls of Hogwarts, Albus realized that the same laws of magic didn’t seem to apply within the Chimera Tower. Harry's magic ensured not only his and Severus' protection but also contained and shielded the south tower from any sort of spying. Albus allowed it. Since Harry had become a hero and a subsequent point of investigation for Ministry and Wizarding rags alike, and since Severus had always been circumspect, Albus believed the extra precautions to be necessary.
“He’s quite the house elf at times.” Severus rolled his eyes at the display, before trying to cross his legs again...and failing.
“And you’re quite the-" Harry’s eyes darted towards his lover, forgetting Albus’s presence for a moment. Remembering at the sound of a chuckle, Harry grabbed a plateand offered it to the elder wizard. "Headmaster, would you like a biscuit?”
“Certainly." Choosing a chocolate covered treat, Albus accepted the saucer and cup that Harry handed to him with fragrant tea. As he ate and sipped, he examined the soon-to-be bonded pair. Both men were nervous in their own way, both seemed equally anxious. "You’ve both reviewed and signed the contracts, I presume?”
Another feat of apparition and a stack of parchments appeared upon the table. “Yes. Here they are.”
Albus set down his tea and picked up the large joining contract. It consisted of over a hundred separate documents covering everything from property, title, and mortality benefits to heirs. Albus noted the signatures. “Potter-Snape?”
Harry chanced a glance at Severus. He really did like the sound of his imminent name change. Severus turned to meet his eyes and this time there was no pettiness or irritation in the dark gaze. The look Severus gave him warmed him throughout. Harry knew he had done the right thing in propositioning. “I’ve agreed and Severus decided that it would be fitting for Sebastian as well.”
“Yes," Severus grinned. Potter was practically glowing and on the verge of turning to mush at any second. If he wasn't careful, he might have fallen to the same sticky end, gazing at Potter, his soon-to-be husband, his lover and the father of his child... ‘Ah, how Potter was changing him,’ Severus thought. Shaking his head clear of pink romance, Severus quipped, "If the boy is going to be Slytherin then he might as well have the saving grace of Potter attached.”
Harry burst out in laughter. “So, that’s why you agreed so quickly to bond. You’re certain that he’ll be Slytherin? He could be Hufflepuff, you know?”
“Just because you in your infinite bravery and heroism have decided to champion their abysmal Quidditch team doesn’t mean our child will. Besides, I’m carrying him and I know quite well..." Rubbing his stomach, Severus was certain. "He’s undoubtedly Slytherin.”
Harry didn’t doubt it either. The little troublemaker picked the most inopportune times to make Severus ill or nauseous. “Whatever.”
Amused, Albus selected another biscuit. “So, you two will be taking a small holiday, Severus informed me?”
“Just for a week or so.” Harry corrected, pouring a cup of tea for Severus, who was too proud to admit that he could barely lean forward.
Severus was still getting used to needing Potter’s help, and he accepted the cup and saucer with a curt nod. His pride nipped at him to at least try, to separate his knees and lean forward for a ginger newt to dip into his tea, but once again anatomy thwarted him and all he good do was throw skirting glances. “Poppy advised it,” he said, taking a sip of his tea instead.
“Otherwise, he’d teach until the first contraction.” Severus’ harsh consideration of the ginger newts had not gone unnoticed. Choosing the fattest one, Harry put it on a napkin and handed it to Severus. The look he received in return was one Severus rarely showed. The nearest comparison Harry could think of was post-coital. Harry thanked Ron silently for pointing him in the right direction. “He’d be half-way through labor and he’d still be taking house points,” Harry continued.
Although he could easily picture Severus as diligent to the last, Albus spoke through humor. "I assure you Harry, he would not. Severus has done quite well in maintaining his health. I worry more about Mrs. Granger-Weasley pursuing her work while with child. Severus knows how to relax, don’t you my boy?”
Caught gazing at Harry with a mouth full of ginger newt, its tail still wriggling, Severus frowned. ‘I have been thoroughly corrupted,’ he groaned silently. It came out more as a growl with a full mouth.
Looking to see what was wrong, Harry only saw what was right.
Albus finished his tea as Harry and Severus forgot everything save the depth of each other’s eyes. Able to see to the heart of their motivations, Albus knew that theirs would be a legendary love. It had already been a notable rivalry; extraordinary partnership and the future spoke of so much more. There were faults, including Harry’s fear of becoming a father, to which the powerful wizard would never admit and Severus’ doubts about his new life, his belief that Harry would grow bored with him. He feared that the moment Harry left, he and his child would be flung from society. The older wizard had already made plans for raising the child alone. Still, the sum of their fears were easily dwarfed by their love, crushed and abused a thing that it was.
Setting down his empty cup, Albus gathered his robes. “I’ll leave you two a moment, while I see to the preparations as the moon has almost reached her apex."
Eyes darting upwards, Severus couldn’t even pretend to have heard the Headmaster’s words. Watching the old wizard move to the balcony where they would soon be bonded, Severus couldn’t shake the feeling of being all too exposed and vulnerable. It was to be his wedding night and Severus had never been so…disrupted. Like a schoolboy caught in mischief, Severus looked at his comrade with accusations. “Where are those friends of yours,” he snipped. “They’re late.”
Harry was having enough problems of his own, the flushing warmth in his face and the awakening throb of his cock took up too much of his attention to allow him to worry about Severus’ display of nerves. One shared glance and he was aflame, despite the presence of Dumbledore and the importance of the upcoming event. All that mattered was that in seconds the often bitter, often condescending and always shrewd wizard beside him, would soon be his. Harry smiled deviously, “It’s ok, Severus. I’m impatient too. I’ve planned something really special for us.”
Severus was almost afraid to ask, “Let me guess. Does it involve a bed?”
Feigning hurt, Harry scowled. “You used to like sex.”
Shaking his head as he recognized the look of truth on Harry’s face. Severus dropped his voice so as not to be overheard by a suspiciously eavesdropping Headmaster. “Oh, but I did. I used to enjoy being overpowered by you, groped and bruised and bitten by you. I used to like being buggered over desks, upon stone floors, until my skin was red, my arse stretched so wide from the Golden boy’s extraordinary cock. All you had to do was glare, storm into my rooms…run into me in a dark hall and I was your whore.”
Breathless, Harry could hardly believe the words falling from Severus’ mouth. He recalled those times easily enough without having them mentioned in that silken whisper. “Mutual…You know I’d do…” Harry stammered with overly moist lips. “What changed?”
Oh, but his lover was thick, Severus lamented. “I suffer every day, water retention, a stomach as round as a dragon’s egg, swollen ankles, sore nipples, headaches and your son’s finicky appetite! Not that I mind those things, but it doesn’t exactly kick-start the libido.”
It dawned on Harry that it was the first time that Severus had truly complained. Severus Snape, ex-spy, superior duelist, able to withstand curses that would drive an ordinary wizard insane, hardly ever complained. Harry bit back his amusement. “Sensitive, love?”
Severus drew back, shocked beyond measure. A stronger insult Severus could hardly bear-- made heavier only by the truth of it. His face pinched, as Severus thought of the nastiest, sharpest insult he could sneer, when the Headmaster spoke.
“Boys, I do believe that our witnesses are here.”
Severus held his tongue as Harry snickered. The doors swung wide admitting the quaintly, handsome couple, and Severus’ already dour mood darkened further. Cheerfully, Hermione Granger-Weasley came over to sit beside him and Ron Weasley took his place next to Harry. Congratulations flowed as easily as the tea, remarks about luck, coincidence, and imminent births. Yet Severus hardly heard a word with Harry grinning like a cat with a mouse dangling from its maw. In fact it was Harry who announced, “We should begin soon. It’s nearly midnight.”
***
Severus stared at the wedding band, two silver serpents meeting at the flawless ruby in the center. It made his long, thin fingers into a fascinating frame. Even the yellow tips of his fingers seemed to glow a beautiful orange with the addition of the jewelry.
It was done. He was officially married to Harry James Potter, the greatest hero of the Wizarding World. Oh, how the Ministry officials, the gossips and the skeptics would lament. Harry was supposed to have married some beautiful witch with burgeoning peach breasts, eyes the color of a summer sky and golden tresses. Perhaps a princess might have sufficed without skepticism, but Severus doubted it.
From the start of their affair, Severus had always assumed that it was Harry’s guilt over the slain, Harry’s wretched upbringing and mistrust of establishments that heightened the need for the perverse. Severus assumed that Harry’s desire for him was a desire to fall to the ultimate lows of homosexuality, brutality, darkness and hatred. How wrong had he been?
Raising his head as Harry returned to their bedroom, Severus was met by twinkling green eyes.
“They’re all gone.” Working on the stays to his robes, Harry could hardly wait to be free of them. Harry looked at Severus seated upon the edge of their bed; he was beset by contrasts. He had decorated the room with floating globes of soft fairy lights, set two bottles of chilled pumpkin juice, which Severus had actually gained a liking for, on the nightstand. The sheets were turned down showing soft emerald and a tray of Severus’ favorite foods sat on the dresser. All the details paled in comparison to the man they were for. Not beautiful, but striking. Not innocent, but pure. Severus bore more scars than anyone Harry knew. He would bear another with the birth of their son, and although none would ever believe it, Severus was the bravest person Harry had ever met…. and rather sensitive. “How are you feeling, husband?”
“Like a blushing virgin waiting for my husband to ravish me,” Severus rolled his eyes trying to pretend he wasn’t as nervous as he felt. “Oh wait. I’ve been ravished already.” Running a hand over his belly, Severus refused to look at the handsome young man approaching him. His newly bonded.
Shrugging off the robe, Harry sat down beside Severus with a sigh. “You looked like you were going to cry when you said your vows.”
“You did cry,” Severus commented.
Harry laughed. He had cried during the ceremony and suspected it wouldn’t be the last time. He had gone through a gamut of emotions with Severus: hate, suspicion, understanding and desire…none were as strong as love. Leaning back to lie on the bed, Harry closed his eyes and smiled. “I was happy, what else can I say?”
“Nothing. Nothing at all.” Calm, Severus turned to glare at his bond mate. Envying the flat plane of Harry’s stomach, Severus reached out to run his finger along the expanse. There had been many times in his life when Severus felt lucky, but they usually involved escaping death. Now he felt lucky for falling victim to life, the life in his belly and the life at his side.
Butterflies danced along his stomach, feathers coursed over his chest and whispers swirled along his sides as Severus touched him. Already resigned to letting Severus take the lead, Harry had wondered if Severus would. Fingertips became fingers and palms, then firm caresses before Harry even dared to purr, “Mmm. Severus, are you feeling frisky?”
“I’m feeling heavy,” he matter-of-factly stated.
Harry reached up and helped Severus down to lie beside him. “There, that’s better for you,” he smiled. Rising onto his elbow, Harry gazed down at his lover. Severus was doing that unusual thing called smiling.
“Immensely better,” Severus colored. He never did well when Harry stared. “Would I be considered lazy if I asked you to help me out of this?”
Shaking his head, no and trying his best not to seem overly anxious about it, Harry undid every button and stay upon the ceremonial robe as if he were revealing a most precious gift. By the time Severus was free of everything except for a pair of black silk boxers, Harry didn’t want to finish with his own undressing. Severus was a sight, relaxing on his side, jet-black hair hanging down over white shoulders, breathtaking with his round belly. Harry had to look away after meeting jet-black eyes.
Wickedly, Severus understood why Harry’s mouth had fallen open, why he seemed to turn several shades darker. He would never understand it, but he accepted it. As Harry moved off the bed and went over to the dresser, he frowned with confusion when Harry came back to the bed with a blood oak box with golden clasps. “What?”
Harry opened the box to reveal six colored bottles. Knowing that Severus would probably like the scent of sandalwood best, he chose the gold colored bottle and uncorked it. “Bonding gift from Ron and Hermione. They’re massage oils. Now on your back,” Harry instructed.
Severus did as he was told but not without a quip. “Massaging what exactly?”
“OK, so it’s multi-purpose.” Pouring the oil into his palm, Harry recorked the bottle before placing his slick palms on Severus’ arm. The oil was magically warmed and went on like a dream, Harry dared not think of how good it would feel on his cock, how slick it would be…No. Putting the whole of his mental capacity upon massaging Severus’ arms, each finger, his legs and each toe, Harry told himself that patience was an art he needed more practice at anyway. Purposefully he left certain areas for last, namely dusky pink nipples, Severus’ belly and the dreaded boxers.
Eyes closed, Severus could have reveled in Harry’s caresses for hours. He felt so relaxed, warm and practically boneless. Harry had never pampered him so and Severus liked it. In fact he was building grand schemes on how to get more of such treatment in the future. Nothing mattered save Harry’s hands on him, not even the awkwardness of his body as Harry dared to move a slick palm across his stomach. Leaning forward, Severus covered Harry’s hand with his own, seeking his husband for what would be the initiating kiss.
Harry had never been the best of kissers, not like Severus. He had come once from nothing more than Severus’ tongue in his mouth. As he angled his head, Harry tried to give back as sweet, fluttering, and thick as he got…only to have his tongue seized by Severus’ lips. Groaning fitfully, nothing made Harry wilder than having his tongue sucked. The sensation went straight to his bollocks, and throbbed within his leaking shaft. With fleeting control, Harry wrapped his leg around Severus’, needing the friction against his cock.
It escalated quickly, as easy as habit, Severus thought. Harry’s slick hand had found it’s way into his boxers, that firm grasp pumping his shaft. Severus gasped as his hips found the greedy, thrusting rhythm they were so used to. Already warm, his temperature shot up, heart hammering in his chest. Severus had to break away, crying with a gasp, “Ah. Oh…Harry, careful!”
Breathing like a bellows, Harry drew back, his hand stilling. Worrying over Severus, Harry stroked over his forehead, “Sorry. M’ sorry…what?”
“My heart is…beating rather quickly,” Severus panted. His arms encircled Harry, stroking lightly. Smiling to calm his husband, Severus just needed a moment. “I know your appetite well, Harry and my own compulsions… But I tire quickly now…”
Ready to withdraw his hand from its warm cover, Harry frowned. “Should I stop?”
Severus could feel the baby shifting in his womb, curious no doubt, but what had been started demanded more and there was nothing short of Voldemort returning from the ashes Harry had burned him to, that would stop Severus from satisfying Harry. “No. Just slower.” Drawing Harry back down to him, Severus demonstrated with slow delicate kisses to Harry’s jaw, down the column of his throat. “Slow is nice…Soooo….”
“So good,” Harry answered as he craned his neck to give Severus the same gentle loving attention. Determined not to rush, Harry removed his hand from the humid fabric, trailed it up over Severus stomach and to his chest. His fingers found the intriguing buds, just as Harry’s lips found Severus’ collarbone. So easily, he found himself insatiably sucking. He could have kicked himself when he felt Severus press him back anew.
Severus took Harry’s hand in his; pale against tanned skin, placing the palm against his swollen tit. Merlin how it electrified him, just the slightest touch of Harry’s calloused hands. “If you insist…rub. Don’t pinch, just rub...” Head falling back against the pillows as Harry learned quickly, Severus quivered. “Spot on, Harry. So bloody, fucking good.”
It was music to Harry’s ears, a feast for his eyes as well; Severus writhing before him. Harry tried to ignore his own needs, but that feat was made nearly impossible when Severus guided him by the back of his head towards the other nipple.
“Lick, don’t suck,” Severus murmured. Moving his hand down to the tent in Harry’s shorts, Severus teased the heavy erection he found. “If you want.”
“Oh, I want to.” Wetting his lips, Harry took to Severus’ chest. He had to remind himself not to close his mouth over the bud, to lick and lave instead. The combination of the oil and Severus’ skin was a heady treat. Adding the fingers playing with his cock and bollocks, Harry’s adrenaline was flowing full force. Beneath him Severus was a wreck, obvious when Severus sought underneath his shorts for the real thing. Flesh upon flesh set him aflame. Harry groaned, his mind clouded with lust. Moving onto the other nipple, Harry forgot not to suckle. His lips closed around the nub and he sucked strongly, finding the hint of some sweet nectar.
Severus bucked, his body singing some high operatic note, his own shaft on the edge of spilling. Squeezing Harry’s cock at its base served as reminder, bringing his husband off his nipple to glare at him with lust-crazed eyes. “P-perhaps… its time to use the oil again,” Severus panted.
“I’m sorry, Severus.” Cursing himself for getting so caught up, Harry was stunned to find Severus still squirming and eager. “You want?”
“Yes,” Severus nodded.
The words of acceptance splashed upon Harry, cooling half of his flames from nervousness. He had taken Severus several different ways and countless times, but none of his prior experience amounted to much as Harry sat up and pondered how he could be gentle, which position would be most comfortable for his love.
With a quiet smirk, Severus pushed off his shorts and tossed them aside. He moved to his knees and braced his hands upon the headboard. Sticking out his arse, Severus flicked his long, black locks over his shoulder and looked at his husband. “We can do it this way.”
Speechless, Harry didn’t know how he got his own shorts off or found the bottle of oil, considering he couldn’t take his eyes off of the beautiful, refined, pregnant man before him. All fucking mine, he repeated over and over in his head. His mouth couldn’t move. With hands shaking badly, he uncorked the oil and poured half into his palms, the other half onto his thighs. Tentatively, he moved behind Severus, inserting two gentle fingers.
It was all rather sweet, the care Harry took in preparing him, but Severus’ patience had worn thin. “Potter, I’m pregnant, not a bloody virgin!”
Wincing at the comment, Harry withdrew his fingers from his lover’s heat. Severus could have fooled him, as he was nearly as tight as a virgin. His cock practically twitched as Harry contemplated how long it had been since he had been inside his pale lover’s body. Waiting no longer, Harry placed a hand on Severus’ hip and took his shaft in hand. Two strokes of an oily hand mingled with slick pre-come and Harry was ready. He had barely placed the head of his cock against the pucker of Severus’ opening before his lover pressed backwards. Harry sank deep inside with one slow press that felt like nirvana. “Dear Merlin!” he hissed, thrusting almost immediately.
Severus had a few choice words to exclaim himself. Harry was a very well endowed man and accommodating him had always been a liberating experience. The room blurred around him and little mattered to Severus beyond the shaft that was plunging in and out of his body. “Ohh… Potter,” He moaned, head hung low. “I knew from the moment I met you… that you’d be good at something.”
Greedy for more of the crashing ecstasy gained from every thrust, Harry moved his cock faster and harder inside of Severus. Bollocks deep, Harry leaned forward and breathed against Severus’ shoulder. “Knew when I met you that you’d be the perfect bottom…so repressed. Mean, nasty…. but now you’re mine!”
“Yes.” Severus repeated over and over, almost in tandem with the buzzing about his ears. Some ghost sound echoing through his body, making his tendons taut, his heart stammer, burning and electrifying him at once. He felt Harry’s hands, ignorant of all warnings upon his nipples, cradling and caressing his belly, he felt Sebastian turn curiously. Then he felt Harry’s hand on his cock, stroking the stiff member with possessive command. It was too much to feel, too intimate and something like the opposite of the most powerful Crucius curus that stopped his heart and started it with an orgasm that snapped his eyes wide, stole his scream and left him gasping with harsh spasms.
“Oh, ohhh,” Harry gasped as Severus clamped down upon his cock, forcing his seed from him in a shocking hot rush. Shaking his sweat-damp hair, trying just to see straight, Harry wondered if his sight-correcting charm had faded, whether his magic had faded in general. So grounded by the physical, Harry could only smile against Severus’ back as he recalled how good an orgasm could be inside of the man.
Severus bore Harry upon his back while they both recovered. Although Harry was more muscular than him, Severus had no complaint. He was so warm, he almost protested when Harry began to pull out.
“Mmm,” Harry purred. Limbs heavy with exertion, Harry moved back, freeing his come-messy cock out of Severus’ body with a slick pop. Staring down, Harry always loved the sight and feel of the pearly white fluid. Severus loved it as well, Harry recalled briefly but not the way he did. “Don’t move,” Harry whispered, half a command as Severus made to release the bed frame.
“What?”
Harry’s hands spread Severus’ arse cheeks wide, exposing the stretched anus of his lover, the place that brought him so much joy. The curse complete, Severus’ body no longer claimed his seed as covetously as before. Harry watched as pearls escaped the deep, pink channel. Before he could tell himself that Severus needed to rest, Harry’s tongue was pressing inside, lapping at his own salty, slick essence.
Severus flinched as he felt Harry’s tongue pressing inside him, fucking him anew. His already short-circuited nerves flared back to life, causing Severus to twitch from head to toe. “You perverted…Potter, oh nononono…” Severus cried, despite pressing back for more. Not an old man by a long shot, Severus was amazed to find his cock hardening again so soon. Harry was relentless and Severus was powerless to deny that it felt so good. “It can’t be good for my heart, for the child. You’ll be the death of me…” Panting Severus spread his knees further, arched his back as best he could.
Harry marveled at his husband’s wanton behavior, tongue-fucking Severus’ arse with abandon. The taste the musk of his lover was a potent aphrodisiac that Harry could not deny. The sheer opening of flesh, was a delight and memory of being inside. Moving his hand around Severus’ hip, Harry found his lover quickly hardening. He was already at full mast, not quite sure if he had ever softened. Straightening behind Severus, Harry rubbed his renewed erection against Severus’ arse cheeks. “Sev…” he grunted with the edge of a plea.
“Potter,” Severus answered with the pet name he had used for husband before either of them knew that it was.
Harry shifted and was back inside Severus within an instant. It took only six thrusts, before Severus came and only seven for Harry to crash after. Afterwards, Harry helped Severus to let go of the rail, guided him down upon the mattress to lie spooned together.
Lax and disoriented, Severus welcomed the aid, welcomed the covers pulled on top of him and even more, he welcomed Harry spooned behind him.
“Don’t go to sleep,” Harry whispered into Severus’ hair, even though the siren song of slumber was already calling to him. “I want to feed you kabobs and strawberries and pomegranates and cheeses…chocolate truffles. I want to spoil you yet.”
Severus’s eyes had already drifted shut. Yawning, he welcomed Harry’s arm across him, Harry’s hand upon his belly. Sebastian was still and at rest again, so Severus felt free enough to fade. “I’m afraid you succeeded in that a long time ago,” he yawned.
Harry grinned, “I’ve no intention of stopping, you know.”
“Just allow me to rest a bit,” he replied exhausted.
Murmuring a preservation charm for the food and drink, Harry dimmed the globes of fairy light before settling against his husband’s back.
EPILOGUE
Severus looked around his son’s room in horror. Magical hammers and nails danced about setting planting gutters into an elaborate border all around the rooms. Potting soils flew through the air, in impatient swirls to fill them as soon as they were set and Harry was seated on the floor unwrapping another parcel from Longbottom’s Terrarium Supply. Furious, Snape set his fists upon his hips. “You? You’re only encouraging it!” he boomed.
“Really, Severus.” No stranger to his rants, Harry didn’t even lift his head. “There’s no need to react like he’s requested a portal to the Nine Hells.”
All the more annoyed at being ignored, Severus stormed up to Harry, just barely missing a flying brown swirl. “Only something invariably worse.”
“It’s what he wants.” Seeing Severus’ tapping boot right next to him, Harry finally gave in and set the package aside. Looking up to find his husband scowling, Harry raised a challenging brow. “You don’t want to deny him do you? Don’t want to be the mean one?”
It had been begun to look as if Harry was doing better than he in the preferred parent category, what with the new beater club. Still, Severus had the edge. Sebastian preferred Severus’ reading of bedtime stories more. “No, but I…I-”
“Papa! Da!” Running into his room, Sebastian Potter-Snape was stopped short by the renovations. His satchel fell to the floor as his big, emerald eyes followed soil into the new pots. Pale and lanky, Sebastian was tall for his age. A handsome boy with unruly hair, Sebastian loved plants and at the moment he really loved his fathers. Running over to Harry, Sebastian tackled his Papa with a hug.
Flat on his back, Harry hugged his son. “Bastian, heh! Not too tight, eh?”
Severus seethed until Sebastian released Harry and ran to him with a hug. Rubbing his son’s back, Severus looked from Harry’s green eyes to his son’s green. Forcing a smile, Severus told himself that green had to be the most magical color in the spectrum; after all, the Killing Curse radiated green.
Sebastian walked around the room and gazed into the planters, which were low enough for him to delve into, low enough that the sun could shine on whatever he chose to plant. There were also covered planters for those that needed no light. “It’s…it’s. Whoa thank you,” he squealed jumping up and down. “Now I can repot my Peruvian Fairy Snare and my Lilac Puff plants and my Wiggle roots and I can watch them grow and talk to them before bed and I can-”
“Track soil all throughout the chamber,” Severus interrupted his son’s habit of talking a mile a minute. “Not to mention infest your father’s and my quarters with creeping vines, dancing fauna and gaseous flora.”
Sebastian shook his head, “Oh, no, Da. I’m going to grow plants so you can make tea, and plants for your potions and food that that Papa can feed to those nasty thestrals that won’t eat and a plant that I can hide in my satchel so Chrysanthemum won’t try to snatch it and-.”
“Easy there, Sebastian. I won’t have Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron banging on my door wondering where their daughter’s hand has gone.” Immensely proud of his complex son, Harry didn’t have to wonder why after selecting houses for so many wizards in the past, that the Sorting Hat had gone silent when placed upon Sebastian’s head. Dumbledore had to ask Sebastian which house he wanted to join. Harry wasn’t surprised to see Hufflepuff colors on his son. Still, there were times when Slytherin manipulation came into play. That Sebastian always offered to help just about anyone was a Gryffindor trait, Harry told himself. But no matter how shocked both he and Severus had been, the reality was that Sebastian loved to toil, was extremely humble and most of the time, content with his lot.
Chrysanthemum Weasley, first daughter of six girls born to Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger-Weasley and the most notorious redhead in Slytherin, however, was a thorn in Sebastian’s side nonetheless. Harry had feared for his friendship with his old friends after Sebastian hexed the girl’s hair into a nest of snakes. It was powerful magic for a boy so young, but Sebastian was far more powerful than most first-years anyway. It was also self-defense.
Plotting, Sebastian raised his fingers to his chin, doing his perfect imitation of Severus. “Hmm…maybe just a Red Rash Petunia then? Professor Sprout says the rash is curable after ten years.”
Although Chryssie was in his house and quite the radiant little snakeling, Severus nodded proudly at his son. “Perhaps.”
“Severus! Don’t encourage him,” Harry gawked. Severus and Sebastian were chuckling together like the two mischievous gits they were. Raising a finger to Sebastian, Harry advised, “Simple plants only.”
“Oh. Ok,” Sebastian conceded, knowing full and well that his Papa couldn’t tell a fern from Frilly Carnivorous Hermosa plant. He’d have to be careful around the scrutinizing, dark gaze of his Da however. Plotting and anxious to begin filling his pots, Sebastian clasped his hands together. “Oooh…Pa, Da…can I go to the greenhouse and get some seedlings?”
“Tomorrow. We’ll be having dinner shortly. Your favorite,” Severus replied, still not enthusiastic about the whole idea.
Sebastian looked at his Da with a pout. “B-but…but the planters will be empty all night… Please!”
“Sebastian Potter-Snape,” Severus warned. A Slytherin never pouted despite wearing Hufflepuff colors.
Harry got up off of the floor, stepping between his husband and son. Wrapping his arms around Severus, Harry smiled down at Sebastian. “Heh, yeah. It’s a Friday. You go get your plants and Da and I will help you get everything in order, right?”
Sebastian was off before his Da could even draw the breath needed for a rebuke. “OK. Thanks Papa. Bye Da!”
Left alone with a grinning, evil, manipulative man, Severus turned his ire on Harry. So furious he could hardly get the words out, Severus sneered, “You deliberately try to usurp-”
“Easy there, Sev.” Moving his hands down to cup Severus’ arse, Harry was too excited by opportunity to bother with small details. Raising a suggestive brow, Harry brought their bodies flush against one another. “It will take him at least thirty minutes to reach the greenhouses and return.”
“What?” Severus felt the hardness rubbing against his hip. Severus was thankful that the male fertility curse only struck once. As libidinous as Harry was, he’d have as many brats as Hermione. Shaking his head, Severus scowled. “You’re covered in dirt, absolutely filthy…”
“That I am.” Leaning over to kiss his husband, Harry found Severus more willing than he would admit. In mere moments, Severus was kissing him back, tongues sliding together exchanging wet, heat. By the time they broke apart, Harry was sure he’d won the flustered Potions Master over. “So? Fancy a shag, you mean parent?”
Cursing his weak resolve, Severus couldn’t bear to look Harry in the face. It was bad enough that his body was already agreeing. “Potter, you...”
Harry was swift to interrupt. “You could just lift up your robes and I could slide right in. I could be up all night helping Sebastian with his potting. You know he doesn’t like to use magic; likes to play his hands about the dirt.” Laying it on thick, Harry placed a kiss on Severus’ throat. “…could take all night. Who knows what time I’d get to bed?”
“Thought I’d married a Gryffindor, thought my son would be Slytherin and I was wrong about both,” Severus complained, fingers moving swiftly to the openings of Harry’s trousers. “Hurry, I don’t want to be caught again.”
“OK,” Harry laughed. “Quickies, I can do.”
THE END