20

CHAPTER TWENTY:

They fell into bed, Harry already pulling at the other man's clothing, growling in exasperation at the many buttons that hindered him. "The buttons look great, but they're in my way," he said breathlessly as Severus suckled at his neck. Severus chuckled, the deep sound going right to Harry's cock.

"There's a very useful little spell," Severus whispered against Harry's neck, and a moment later all the buttons on Harry's shirt popped open, exposing Harry's chest to the nibbling kisses Severus immediately proceeded to trail down his front.

"Severus, please," Harry panted, arching into the touch. Severus didn't heed him, however, and kept moving further down, undoing Harry's trousers as he went. At the first touch of the older man's hand Harry gasped out, "Don't; I won't be able to come three times," leading Severus to still and raise his head.

"Three times?" he asked, looking like he was missing something, and Harry pulled at the man's shirt ineffectively.

"I already wanked earlier," he admitted with a blush, "and if you touch me now there's no way I'll be able to come again later…" Severus chuckled again, but obligingly moved up and met Harry's mouth with his own, undoing his own buttons and letting Harry peel off the white shirt. Harry groaned into the kiss when their bare chests touched, and decided that he couldn't be bothered with any more clothing.

"Impatient man," Severus chuckled breathlessly when they were suddenly both completely naked, and Harry retaliated by bucking up against the other man, drawing a strangled moan from him. "Merlin – don't," the man choked out, biting Harry's lip.

"Fuck me," Harry ground out, and Severus shivered at the husky voice asking him to…

"With pleasure," he replied, kissing Harry hard as he summoned lubrication. Harry spread his legs without any prompting from Severus, and they both moaned when the movement brought them into perfect alignment. Severus willed his fingers to stop shaking as he spelled the jar of lubricant open and slathered his middle finger with it, reaching back to Harry's entrance. "You'll have to relax," he breathed as he circled the tight ring, knowing that unless Harry did, this would hurt quite a bit.

To his shock the man promptly relaxed under him, sliding his hands along Severus' back to rest on his hips. "Better?" he whispered in Severus's ear, and the rasp to Harry's voice made him shudder.

"Much," he choked out. Merlin, did the man really trust him that much? Quelling his needs as much as he could, Severus resolved to make this as good for the younger man as possible. He carefully set about preparing his partner, distracting him from the unfamiliar sensations with his mouth, until he had worked the first finger in completely. Then he leaned back slightly to see Harry's face as he moved his finger in and out slightly, searching for…

Harry gasped, twitching violently under the firm body holding him to the bed. "Oh my God," he closed his eyes, moaning as Severus stroked his prostate again.

"Relax, Harry," Severus instructed him shakily – if Harry's passage felt that tight on one finger, then it would take a while to loosen him up enough to accept his girth. Removing his finger, he lubricated two and slowly began working them in, wringing more moans from his partner as he stroked his prostrate and began to pump. Soon they were up to three fingers, and neither of them wanted to wait any longer.

"Fuck me, Severus," Harry moaned, loving the feel of Severus's fingers but wanting to feel the man's cock inside him, claiming him. Even so he couldn't prevent a soft whine when Severus completely withdrew his fingers, and Harry opened his eyes to the sight of Severus lubricating his cock. The man was somewhat bigger than him, in all directions, but he had expected that. Then Severus was positioning himself at Harry's entrance, and their eyes met, Severus's gaze asking him whether this was really what he wanted. Harry simply pushed himself down slightly, feeling the head of Severus's cock nudging his hole and loving the way Severus exhaled sharply at the sensation.

"Fuck me," Harry said for the third time, and this time Severus obliged him, bracing his arms on either side of Harry's body as he slowly pushed forward, entering Harry bit by bit. It was uncomfortable, but compared to other things Harry had been through he couldn't really call it painful, and he bore down on Severus until the man was fully sheathed in his body.

Severus spoke a strangled word that may have been 'Merlin', dropping his head against Harry's shoulder as he breathed heavily. "So tight," he groaned, and Harry couldn't help but squeeze his muscles, earning a strangled moan from the other man. They remained that way for a few seconds longer before Harry decided that Severus had caught his breath for long enough.

"Claim me, Severus," he whispered into the man's ear, arching his body up to take Severus even more deeply into his body. It was a strange feeling, but he felt it would feel better as soon as Severus started moving. The man began doing just that, and he had been right – it was so much better when Severus was actually fucking him. The man seemed to know just how to hit his prostrate, and soon they were moving in synchrony, harsh breaths and sharp cries falling from their lips.

"God, you're amazing," Harry choked out, his fingers digging into the man's back as Severus fucked him into the mattress. All he got in reply was a groan, all Slytherin rejoinders forgotten in the heat of the moment. Then a long-fingered hand closed on his cock and all rational thought left Harry, lost in the sensations Severus was wringing from him; three pulls and Harry was keening his completion, his passage tightening around Severus and drawing the other's release from him. Spent, they both collapsed into a tangled heap, their heavy breathing the only sound.

"That was amazing," Harry exhaled, one of his hands stroking Severus's back.

"I cannot say I disagree," Severus replied, his breath still coming heavily. Raising his head weakly, he pressed a kiss to Harry's mouth before pulling out and shifting so that he wasn't crushing Harry with his heavier body. One cleaning spell later and they both fell asleep with their bodies pressed close together. Talking would come later, but as they succumbed to exhaustion they both thought the same thing: That they looked forward to a repeat performance.