Anachronism (14/16)
6:02 PM
When Harry finally stumbled out of the Floo nearly five hours later, Severus was waiting for him in the parlour. They took one look at each other, and flew towards each other as if drawn by gravitational forces. Furniture only impeded them, and Severus flung it to the side, clearing a path.
Although he had imagined this moment over and over, nothing in his mind could compare to the reality of how it felt to hold Harry, smell him, and taste him. He wanted to sink inside the other man and just lie there, entwined together for hours. How could he have endured so many months without him? He didn’t care what it took-what he’d have to do-he would convince Harry to let him have him.
Harry seemed to need no persuasion at all. He had already stripped out of his Auror robes and wore only a white button-down shirt and black trousers. The thin layer of cloth was just enough to trap and intensify the smell of him. His strong arms wrapped around Severus, his mouth seeking every inch of Severus’s jaw to lick and kiss. He shoved Severus against a sofa, climbed on top of him, and pinned him against the cushions.
"Did you miss me?" he asked, his hips grinding down against Severus’s, a wicked grin playing across his face.
Severus yanked him down for a bruising kiss before he answered, "That meeting took too damn long."
"That meeting was over hours ago," said Harry with a feral glint in his eyes. "Tell me again how much you want me." His fingers tore at the buttons on Severus’s frock coat. "Do you want me so much that it hurts?"
"Oh, yes." His chest burned and boiled as if it were about to erupt. He couldn’t stand the idea of Harry walking away from him-not when they’d come so far. "Harry, I need you."
At the sound of his name, the hardness disappeared from Harry’s eyes and he pressed his mouth hungrily against Severus’s, his tongue claiming Severus's and drawing a moan of desire from both of them. That recognition of mutual want was enough for Severus to pull back, cast a spell, and yank open Harry’s shirt-now free of buttons. Harry gave a half groan, half whimper, his pupils wide and his cheeks flushed pink.
"Merlin, you’re so fucking sexy," he groaned, his fingers tearing at Severus’s buttons. "But goddamnit, why do you have to wear so many fucking clothes? How the fuck-"
Severus popped open Harry's trousers, casting the spell on his own clothing as he did so. He sat up and Harry yanked back the fabric with an infectious hunger.
"More," Harry panted, "naked."
A pop sounded next to the sofa, and there stood Kreacher. "Master Harry, visitors have arrived."
"What the bloody-" Leaping off of Severus, Harry scrambled for his clothes. "You're not supposed to show them in when I'm busy!" he yelled as he pulled on his shirt, and transfigured a zipper to close it.
Severus glared at Kreacher. Although he suspected the house-elf had invited the guests in just to interrupt the two of them, they had to be sufficiently important to even attempt to show up at Harry's home unannounced. While Harry hopped around, pulling on his clothes and cursing, Severus left to see whom he could yell at.
Ginevra and Adam stood in the foyer. Upon Severus's entrance, Ginevra ran over and threw her arms around him.
Startled, Severus stepped back a few steps.
"I'm engaged!" she cried, her eyes bright.
"What's going on?" asked Harry, wandering in, still tucking in his shirt.
Abandoning Severus, Ginevra focused her attack on Harry. "Adam proposed!" She shoved out her hand, displaying a bright blue sapphire flanked by diamonds.
They were dating? Severus shot a glance at Adam, who wore a stupid smile on his face, even though his fiancée was draped over another man.
"That's wonderful! Congratulations!" Harry grabbed her and swung her around and the two of them laughed. "It's perfect!"
"I know!" She grabbed Harry and held him at arm's length. "And Adam said that if you wanted to...." Her eyes flickered over to Severus. "...do that thing we talked about last year, he'd be fine with it."
"Oh!" said Harry, his eyes darting back and forth between them. "Well- uh, that'll not be for a while yet."
"Will it?" Her eyes trailed down Harry's body, taking in the disheveled state of his clothing.
"Not while you're visiting," said Harry with a pasted-on smile.
Ginevra gave Harry a sly wink and she smacked him on the arm. "Well, don't invite us in, then!" Breaking away from Harry, she slid over to wrap her arm around Adam. "Let's tell your mum," she told him. "And leave these two alone to have some fun."
"See you later." Adam waved at them before he and Ginevra disappeared into the Floo with a flash.
Severus stared after them, still surprised that the two of them had been dating. He had noticed that Ginevra hung on Adam's arm on occasion, but she draped herself over Harry more. "She spends more time on your arm than his," observed Severus, knowing he was in dangerous territory with his comment.
"We are best mates, and she lives with him, so she sees him more than me." Harry strode over, stopping within arm's reach. "He's the only bloke she's ever lived with and not wanted to kill within the first week. He makes her happy." Reaching forward, he grabbed Severus's hands and placed them around his waist. "But enough of that. Weren't we in the middle of something?" Harry tilted his face up, his lips enticingly close.
Severus bent down and kissed him. Slowly, the sense of urgency broken, they headed back to the parlor, kissing and stumbling over their feet. Once in the parlour, Harry pushed Severus back. "After what you did, I require proof that you've changed your ways. I want you to suck me off."
"Sit, then." Severus shoved him back into a chair. Bending to his knees, he undid the fastenings on Harry's trousers and pulled out the cock trapped inside. Even if Harry hadn't requested it, he would've sucked him off. There was something undeniably erotic about the fat flesh pulsing in his hand. Shifting forward, he sucked in the musky smell of Harry and tasted him with a long, slow swipe of the tongue.
Harry's breath hitched in his throat, pre-come pooling on the tip of his shaft.
Merlin, it was huge. How would he ever fit it down his throat? He'd try his best. Grabbing the base, he perseveringly sucked down the length of him.
And remembered he had a gag reflex.
As Severus gagged and choked, tears dotting his eyes, Harry chuckled and said, "Sit, I'll give you a lesson. I forgot I was the first guy you ever slept with."
Although he had read a fair few books on gay sex in order to prepare for Harry, intimacy in theory was nothing like it in practise. Besides, he'd never turn down head from Harry. Switching positions, Severus settled back in the chair while Harry stripped off his clothing.
Settling between Severus's legs when he finished, Harry said with a cheeky grin, "You must address me as 'Professor' while I'm teaching you."
Amused, Severus asked, "Professor Potter?"
"Mmm," Harry purred. "I love the sound of that." His fingers roamed up Severus's frock coat.
Severus caught his hands. "First, I must ask for your qualifications."
Harry swallowed back a laugh and adopted what he probably thought was a serious expression, but had too much amusement in his eyes and twitching lips for Severus to take him seriously. "I had a three year internship, and I've practised on myself for over a decade."
"Practiced on yourself?" Severus arched an eyebrow and released Harry's hands. "I didn't realise you were that flexible."
"I wish!" Harry grinned. "I'm not only a Professor of oral sex. I'll teach you many things." His fingers worked down the buttons of Severus's frock coat. "Now, giving head is about more than just the penis. If we're having a quickie in the loo or something, that's one thing, but when we do it properly, the recipient should be naked."
Severus helped him remove the frock coat and undo his trousers. Watching Harry bent over, untying his shoelaces, was enough to send his heart pounding with the expectation of what was to come.
Sitting back, Harry's eyes roamed over Severus's bared body. He licked his lips, met Severus's eyes with a calm strength, and said, "The most important thing to remember is that I don't want obligatory head. Sometimes it's unavoidable, but if you are just sucking me off to get a chance to fuck me or because you feel that you owe me-don't. I want you to suck me because you love it. I'm doing this because I lo- I care about you. Giving you pleasure-watching you squirm-nothing makes me happier. If I just wanted my dick sucked, I could get that. I want you. I want you to want me. Because of that, what you do with your mouth is only secondary to what you do with your eyes. Watch."
Lowering his eyes to the prick before him, Harry leant forward. Slowly, he dragged his tongue from the base of Severus's cock to the tip. The feel of Harry's warm, talented tongue sliding up his shaft was enough to draw a moan from his throat.
Pulling back when he finished, Harry lifted his eyes, and repeated the action, his intense gaze never wandering from Severus's. Fuck! Harry looked like an incubus ready to suck out his soul.
"Better?" Harry asked, his eyebrows waggling.
"Much."
Smugly, Harry said, "When you suck me, keep your eyes on my face. Show me how much you want my dick-how much you want me."
He did it again, slowly, teasingly, and, for Severus, to have those eyes staring at him made him feel like he was the only thing that mattered in Harry's world-the only thing Harry had ever wanted.
"Don't just touch my dick," said Harry, his hands roaming and caressing Severus's thighs. "Massage my bum, finger me, pinch my nipples, play with my balls...." He cupped Severus's balls, rolling them in his fingers. "When I get too close too soon, massage my balls away from my body. The pleasure isn't from the orgasm, but from seeing you enjoy it." He smiled up at Severus and played with the soft sac for a moment longer before he continued, "Use your tongue all over me. Rim me, suck my balls, lick my thighs. Use that gorgeous nose of yours too. One of my favourite things you do to me is when you use your nose to stimulate the buried part of my cock."
"The buried part?"
Placing a finger on the tip of Severus's cock, Harry dragged it down. "Your penis doesn't end at the balls. It goes beneath them." Hooking his hands under Severus's knees, Harry pushed his legs up and apart. He buried his head in Severus's crotch, shoving his nose in between the balls.
"Nnn...." Severus bit his lip, his cock spitting out pre-come. None of the books had mentioned it, and he'd never discovered it in his own explorations.
Harry's tongue swiped out to stroke the skin as he rubbed his nose up and down the sensitive flesh. His hands joined the sensual assault, scratching Severus's arse, petting his thighs, and massaging his calves.
Severus had no idea so much pleasure could be wrung from his body without a single brush against his cock. Merlin! Harry knew when to press harder, when to scratch with his nails, and when to caress the flesh with tenderness. They had barely started and already Severus's body was vibrating. He couldn't stop admiring the man kneeling before him, but especially those eyes!
He'd always loved the beauty of those eyes, but never had they been erotic by themselves. As much as Harry's body spurred his pleasure, it was those eyes that left him panting and clutching cushions. Harry wanted him. Harry loved him.
Unable to control his desire any longer, Severus grabbed Harry's shoulders, pushed him back, and swooped down to plant a hungry kiss on Harry's soft lips. Harry melted into the kiss, his hands still roaming over Severus's thighs. After far too short a moment, Harry yanked away.
"I'm giving a lesson here!" he said in mock protest.
Leaning back in his chair, Severus smiled and said, "Do go on, Professor."
Smirking, Harry pulled down Severus's foreskin with one hand. "This part here-" Harry licked it with the tip of his tongue. "-is called the frenulum. I think it's the most pleasurable part to stimulate. You like it when I lightly bite it. I like it when you lick it like this." He closed his mouth over the head of Severus's cock and flickered the tip of his tongue over the delicate skin. Up and down. Up and down.
The things Harry could do with his tongue! After so much teasing and build up, Severus's balls grew tight, eager to spill their load, but Harry circled a thumb and forefinger around the top of the balls and massaged them down. The glint in the green eyes showed he knew exactly what he was doing.
It was easy to lose himself in the pleasure of those talented hands and mouth. But through it all, even when Harry slid him along the edge of the precipice, he never lost track of who was the source of his sweet agony. Harry's voice faded to a meaningless buzz, and Severus could only nod as Harry demonstrated technique after technique, with his teeth, tongue, lips, and fingers. The smell of the sofa, of the paint, so many little things mingled with and overrode the scent of Harry. All he had left were Harry's touch and gaze, and those eyes were the focus of his world.
When Harry swallowed him and hummed around him, Severus nearly shot off the cushions, but never did he lose track of the exquisite shade of green. It was only when Harry again took him deep enough to press his nose into Severus's pubic hair, massaged his balls with one hand, stroked his belly with another, and did something with his throat to send vibrations shooting up and down the shaft, that Severus lost total control, closed his eyes, and came.
Harry guided him through the wild ride, pulling pleasure from him so intense, he felt as though he would split in half.
When his heart finally stopped trying to burst from his chest, he opened his eyes to see Harry still on his knees, and still with a look of pure sex on his face.
"Accio lube!"
A vial flew across the room towards Harry, and he snatched it from the air without looking. Pouring the contents onto the fingers of his right hand, he leant forward and wrapped his left hand around Severus's spent penis, sucking the organ into his mouth again.
After such an intense orgasm, Severus didn't think he had the possibility of another erection for hours. Unperturbed by the non-reaction of the soft flesh, Harry worked and worked and coaxed it back to life. One hand busy between his legs, the other clinging to Severus's cock, he teased Severus back to hardness before climbing in his lap.
"We'll have more lessons later," he said with a grin. "I want to have you now." The grin faded and the hardness returned to his eyes. "It's a shame you were such an arsehole and mucked up what was your first time inside of me, as far as you knew. It was the worst fucking I've ever received, and I'm not just referring to the physical pain." Harry paused, as if waiting for a response, and Severus didn't need Legilimency to know what Harry wanted-what he needed.
Severus cupped Harry's face in his hands, his eyes focused on Harry's. "I won't hurt you," he promised. "I've also read books since then, to be sure that I don't cause you any pain."
Harry's face relaxed and his eyes lost their hard glint. "Mmm ... good," he said, reaching out to caress Severus's cheek. With that, Harry bent forward, and gave him a soft kiss before pulling back.
Reaching down between their bodies, Harry took a dick in each hand and pressed the tips against each other, rubbing the glans up and down. Slowly, he pushed his foreskin up and around Severus's glans, the warm, spongy skin enveloping Severus like a soft glove made of the purest silk. Pulling back down, hand over hand, he rolled Severus's foreskin over his own cock and squeezed, trapping the delicate flesh between his warm hand and erect cock.
Severus gasped, his fingers grabbing onto Harry's arms. He'd never been so intimately connected to another person. Harry held him both inside and around that exquisitely tender band of flesh.
Harry grinned. "I bet you've never done this before."
"I've never been with a man before." At least, not in his memory.
"Your body remembers." Harry alternated between enveloping Severus in his flesh or burying himself in Severus's, going deeper and deeper with each pass. He took Severus inside of his soft skin and rubbed their glans together, around and around, their pre-come giving the foreskin a slick glide. Pushing back his foreskin, he rolled Severus's over their joined cock tips and rubbed his cock around in circles.
Fuck! Not only could he feel Harry's thick prick rubbing against his own hardness, but also the intense, sensual stimulation of his foreskin-both from the cock moving inside and the hand pressed around it.
Abruptly, Harry released both of their dicks, called his wand, and transfigured the chair: widening it and creating two posts behind him with flat, rectangular tops. Lifting his arse, he grabbed Severus's cock, pulled up his bollocks, and planted his pucker on the top of Severus's manhood. Closing his eyes, he threw back his head and pushed down. Although Severus hadn't forgotten the tight heat of Harry's body, the previous experience was a pale shadow of this glorious new one.
Harry's arse took him easily, stretching even as it held a firm grip. Bliss swept across Harry's face as he settled himself down onto Severus's cock. This was how it should have been. This was how it should always be. He scratched the back of Harry's neck and was rewarded with a deep moan, Harry's eyes rolling back in his head.
"Fuck yessss...." breathed Harry, his face screwed up in pleasure. He sank deeper and deeper, sucking Severus inside his impossibly tight body. "Fuck! Fuck, I love your cock!"
Severus hauled him forward for hungry kisses, scratching at the back of his neck the entire time. Harry scratched Severus's neck, bit him lightly, and kissed him back. Pulling away after a bit, he planted his feet on the back of the chair and his palms on the hand rests. Using his legs, Harry pumped his hips, his cock waving in the air as he fucked himself on Severus's dick.
The sinuous movement of Harry's thighs as they flexed and unflexed mesmerised Severus. Never had he appreciated those slender but muscular limbs so much. His hips rose up to meet Harry's downward thrusts, and he let his hands roam over Harry's legs and groin-playing with his balls, teasing his cock, stroking his thighs, trying to draw from Harry the most delicious sounds of pleasure that he could.
Although Harry's body held him tight, the centre of Severus's thoughts wasn't on his cock. Somehow, Harry's face had become a mirror, and each bit of pleasure he saw in the other man was as intense as his own. He felt his own moans, every gasp, and each flash of ecstasy reflected back to him in Harry's eyes. His only desire was to drive Harry higher and higher and return to him every bit of pleasure that he felt.
Leaning forward, he sent them both tumbling to the floor. A hasty transfiguration created soft cushioning to catch them, but the sudden fall startled Harry, who clung to Severus. Placing his hands on either side of Harry's shoulders, Severus pounded into him. A stream of curse words and love phrases poured from Harry's lips-his eyes wild. Severus barely felt the nails tearing up his back. There was only Harry.
All too soon, Harry's body squeezed him in rhythmic contractions and warm come shot out between them. Harry's orgasm stroked Severus's cock, and he drove even further into his lover, overcome by waves of bliss, not wanting Harry's pleasure to end. Still canting his hips, Severus bent down for a sloppy, desperate kiss.
Panting for breath, his body limp, Harry weakly pulled Severus against him, their sweaty chests rubbing together. So caught up in Harry, Severus failed to notice he was still hard until Harry squeezed around his cock. Pulling out, he reached down to finish himself off, but Harry pushed him onto his side and shot a hand down to wrap around his wet cock.
"Fuck, I've missed you," whispered Harry, his hand sliding over the red, swollen skin. "You've no idea how long I've dreamt of this. I still can't believe you're alive. I keep thinking that I'll wake to find you gone again."
"I've no intention of dying."
Smiling, Harry quickened his hand. His eyes never leaving Harry's, Severus came.
Bending down, Harry licked Severus's stomach clean. "Mmmm.... Let's eat and then have a go in our bed afterwards."
They didn't make it through dinner.
Saturday, 25 September, 1:13 PM
Severus woke with an arm splayed across his chest. He never slept past noon except when he was sick, and his mouth felt dry and dusty. Carefully disentangling himself from Harry and the sheets, he slipped from the bed and plodded to the bathroom. After a night of sex, he had fallen asleep, woke at seven AM, woke Harry with his mouth, and then shagged for three hours before falling back asleep. Now, his stomach rumbled its dismay at being so empty at such a late hour. Ignoring it for the moment, he grabbed his mouthwash.
Harry soon stumbled into the bathroom. Wearing nothing at all, he yawned and stretched like a house-cat before scratching his belly and blinking at Severus. The left side of his head had the hair sticking straight up while the right side went to the right, the back clung to his scalp and his fringe couldn't decide which way to go. Peering at the vials and toiletries scattered over the sinks, Harry rearranged his side. "Believe it or not, these skin lotions are yours." He shoved the containers back over to Severus's side. Almost as an afterthought, he pushed the razor over, too.
Severus shoved it back.
Harry frowned. "That's yours."
Shaking his head, Severus put toothpaste on his toothbrush. "Nonsense, I never shave with razors."
"Yes, you do. I'm the one who doesn't use them."
As his toothbrush was in his mouth, Severus just raised an eyebrow at Harry. What was with his continuous need to argue about these pointless little things, even now?
Letting the subject drop, Harry turned back towards his reflection in the mirror on his half and put toothpaste on his brush. "D'you want to try to break our old record? Eight times in one day."
Eight? Severus stared at Harry's reflection.
Harry grinned.
It was worth a shot.
5:56 PM
By the time they finally made it to the library, it was late enough in the day that they decided to have an early dinner.
"Ha! I knew it!" cried Paracelsus as soon as they both walked in together. "What did I tell you?" he asked Phineas excitedly. "I knew they couldn't last two months."
"As did I," said Phineas without glancing up from his book.
Kreacher muttered about his lack of family to care for as he set the table.
"Once we finish with this newest batch of commissions," said Harry, "we should go on holiday."
"You should," said Phineas, his voice dry. "I've heard Athens is lovely this time of year."
Ever since Severus had realised that he had been nearly killed by an accident, Phineas had been in an even more sour mood than normal. Severus had no idea why he should be so disgruntled, other than he had hoped to string him along for months with his annoyingly cryptic clue. Although the exact spell that had caused him to fall ill remained a mystery, he understood why it needed to remain such, and hadn't responded to any of Phineas's provocations.
"We've not been to Athens in a while," said Harry with a shrug as he buttered his toast. "Why don't we go next weekend? I can ask for Friday off."
Phineas looked smug and Severus, unable to imagine what he was so pleased about, agreed, "I see no reason why not."
Saturday, 2 October, 2:13 PM
"I forgot how much I love Athens," said Harry in a mix of Greek and English as they left the National Archaeological Museum of Athens, stepping out of the sanctity of the museum into the bustle of the city. "A city full of baklava and statues of gorgeous, starkers men is the perfect place for me. I think we should get some more."
Severus pulled out the wizarding map that he had enchanted to look like a Muggle map. "If you mean nude male sculptures, I think four is more than enough. If you mean baklava, we ate lunch less than two hours ago."
"I'm hungry again." Harry pressed against Severus's side as he peered at the map. "Where are we going next? The Acropolis?"
"We can go there next. Have you enough money for a taxi? It's far too crowded to Apparate."
"Uh...." Harry pulled out his wallet and counted his euros. "I have no idea how much they cost or how much these things are worth. Why don't we take a metaphory mesa?"
Next time, Severus would insist that he take care of the money. "A what?"
"A bus. However you say it."
"'Leophorio' is bus. I think you mean 'metaphoriko meso' which is a means of transport, from the word 'metaphora'....."
The spell is a metaphor. Severus had assumed Phineas had meant the literary term. He'd never thought to translate the word! Metaphor: to carry across; to translate from one domain of significance to another. It was possible that he had taken his memories out, and put them somewhere in the garden or tower. If his magical cure required him to cleanse his magic, he might have sent the magic out and through the garden, only to have it return to him, removed of impurities. His memories might have gone along with them, only to be trapped at some point in one of the many pathways. There were multiple pools and other areas of magical concentration where it was possible they had become stuck.
"Severus?" asked Harry, jarring Severus from his thoughts. "Severus, what's wrong?"
Severus shook his head. As soon as he returned home, he would investigate the matter, but for now, he would try to enjoy this moment with Harry, and ignore the burning desire to solve the last mystery that remained. "Nothing. Why don't we just walk? It's only about a half hour away, and you can buy more baklava."
"Good idea, we'll see more of the city too." Harry led the way, chattering about the exhibitions they had seen in the museum. Severus wandered beside him, trying to concentrate, but all he could think about was the unconventional garden and the obsidian and jadeite tower.
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