Author: Eriador117
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Written for the Snape_Potter June challenge: Snarry Strikethrough Smut! This ended up with a plot trying to sneak in though, but I managed to send it off with all the other bunnies, LOL!
Beta'd by the wonderful Rakina You're an angel, my dear :)
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns the Potterverse, I just play in it from time to time
Exquisite in Emerald
Severus glowered at the brown owl that had the audacity to swoop down and land at the side of his breakfast plate, almost knocking over his coffee in the process. The students stared at this unusual occurrence, for it was very rare for the Potions master to receive any correspondence at all. His only mail for the past few years were his issues of Potions Quarterly, but that wasn't due for another few weeks and Severus had their owl well trained - under no circumstances was his mail to be delivered to the Great Hall where all and sundry could see it. Severus valued his privacy above everything else.
"You have a letter, Severus," said Pomona Sprout, waving her spoon in the direction of the owl so that soft boiled egg dribbled onto the table.
"Really? I hadn't noticed." Severus sighed and removed the letter from the owl's beak, casting a cleaning and collecting charm on the envelope as he did so. Owl saliva was useful as a base for a lot of potions. The owl didn't move, just began to hoot mournfully.
"Shoo!" said Severus, waving his arms at the wretched creature.
"He wants an owl treat," said Pomona.
Severus arched an eyebrow at her. "Do I look like the sort of man who carries around owl treats in his pocket on the off chance that I receive letters from a bird who is only doing its job? I don't get teacher's treats every time I finish a lesson, now do I?"
"No, but you might be in a better temper if you did," said Rolanda quietly from his other side.
"Here!" snapped Severus, breaking off a piece of bacon and almost throwing it to the owl. The owl grasped it in its beak and flew away. Severus gulped down the last dregs of his coffee and gathered up his letter before stalking off to the privacy of the dungeons. He recognised the scrawl on the front of the envelope; having had to decipher it for seven years.
It had been six months since he'd sent the boy on his way after refusing to take his virginity. Oh, he'd given and taken plenty of other things that night but Severus had been adamant on that one point. Did he regret it showing such restraint? Oh, yes, especially when every issue of the Daily Prophet seemed to be full of photographs of Harry laughing and smiling with one of his Ballycastle team mates. A blond-haired, bronzed, muscled, blue-eyed Adonis called Richard Preston. Apparently Harry had taken him at his word and had gone out to seek the love of his life and in the end it hadn't been Severus at all.
As he reached his quarters; Severus wondered if he should just throw the whole thing in the fire without reading it, but realised he was far too curious. Why was Harry writing to him now when Severus hadn't heard a thing from him since that night? It seemed that Harry had completely forgotten about him until now and although that's what Severus had told him to do; he realised it wasn't what he wanted for himself at all. He wanted Harry to remember him. Wanted Harry to remember that night and how wonderful Severus had made him feel.
Severus marched into his living room and slammed the door before pouring himself a large measure of firewhisky. He didn't care it was barely after nine in the morning; propriety and sobriety be damned! He was going to need a bloody drink if he was ever to keep his sanity while reading the letter. After some alcoholic fortification, Severus slid his thumb under the wax seal and removed the contents. As well as a letter, there was a gilded invitation as well.
You are cordially invited to the tenth annual charity Quidditch Tournament on the 20th of December. All proceeds are in aid of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Madadies and Injuries. Teams taking part this year include the Ballycastle Bats; the Chudley Cannons, the Holyhead Harpies as well as amateur and professional teams across Europe. Merry Christmas!
Severus put the invitation down on the coffee table and settled back to read the letter. A few minutes later he was very glad he'd removed himself to the privacy of his quarters, very glad indeed.
Dear Severus,
I hope you can come to the Quidditch match, it's at the start of the school holidays so you won't even have to miss any classes, will you?
I'm sorry I didn't write sooner but I've just been so busy. We've been training really hard and my coach barely lets me out of his sight. You've probably seen the photos of me with Richard and before you get too worked up, let me say that there is nothing going on between the two of us. Richard's just a friend and he's completely straight. He does have a girlfriend and she was getting very jealous of all the groupies hanging around him (who can blame them? There's nothing between us, but I'm not blind, he's a bit of a hunk, isn't he?) So anyway, Richard and I decided to make it seem as if we were an item so we would stop being pestered but we've never actually admitted to anything.
I've done what you asked Severus. I've seen a bit of the world but now I'm ready to come home. Home to you, Severus. I'm yours. I've always been yours and I always will be. I can't stop thinking about you. After that night I realised I could never be with anyone else, I don't want to be. You may not have taken my virginity, Severus, but you took something else that night. You took my heart and my soul, but that's all right, for they've belonged to you for a long time anyway.
I've been reading up a bit and I know now what I want, Severus. I want to give myself to you completely. You showed me a part of myself I never knew existed. Did you know how much hotter it got me when you ordered me to call you 'sir'? When you held me down and wouldn't let me come until you commanded it? I want that with you, Severus. I want you to be my Master. I want your protection and your punishment.
I'll be in London from the 15th of December until the New Year. If you want this as much as I do, you know where to find me.
My love and submission,
Harry
Severus read through the letter a third time just be sure he'd read it correctly. Harry wanted to submit to him? Merlin; the images that conjured up! Harry tied to his bed with silken ribbons on his wrists and ankles, that beautiful cock standing to attention as Severus just gazed his fill. Severus was hardly aware when he started rubbing his own prick through his trousers, but the image never left his mind's-eye as he stroked and stroked himself. It was too urgent a need, he hadn't time to even undo his buttons before he was spilling himself in his trousers and gasping Harry's name to the air.
So Harry wanted discipline and submission did he? Severus knew he was just the man for the job.
***
On Christmas Eve, Harry sat amidst the ruin of what had been the kitchen of number twelve, Grimmauld Place. The table and worktops were covered in flour, icing sugar and splatters of mincemeat that hadn't quite made it into the pies. He'd made ten batches and all of them were burnt; his mind wasn't really on baking but he just needed to do something with his hands. The oven timer beeped but Harry didn't need it; acrid smoke was wafting out from the oven door; his eleventh batch of mince pies was burnt as well. He took out the tray and threw it agains the wall; the metal tray bounced off and clattered to the floor.
Harry sank down next to the ruined food and started to weep uncontrollably. Severus hadn't come to the charity Quidditch match; he hadn't even replied to Harry's letter. Harry had been a fool to think that what had happened in June meant that Severus cared for him in some way. Severus was just taking the opportunity that had been offered; Harry had flaunted himself and maybe Severus thought that was all Harry wanted; one night with no strings attached.
But what about the letter? Harry had told Severus that he wanted more, but maybe Severus didn't. When the clock in the hall struck midnight, Harry just let the tears fall down his cheeks unchecked. He'd already refused offers from his friends to spend Christmas with them, for Harry had been so sure that he wouldn't be spending it alone. Maybe it was his destiny to spend his life alone just as it had been his destiny to defeat Voldemort for Harry couldn't imagine being with anyone else but Severus. The last chime of the clock sounded very tinny until Harry realised it wasn't the clock at all but the doorbell.
He stood up and took off his glasses to wipe at his eyes and wash his face. It couldn't be... but who else would come to this house at midnight? All his friends were probably tucked up in bed, but Severus Snape was an insomniac, just like Harry tonight. Harry bounded up the stairs two at a time and opened the door. His mouth caught in his throat as he saw Severus standing there, as usual dressed in black robes.
"Severus!" gasped Harry. "Come in, come in." Harry flung the door open wider to let him step through. Severus stood close to Harry and caressed his cheek.
"You've been crying."
"I thought you weren't coming. I thought you didn't want me."
"Foolish boy," said Severus as he tilted Harry's face up and pressed a soft kiss on his lips. Harry couldn't stop the moan of want no more than he could stop the sun from rising every day. Harry didn't want the kiss to end, but it ended anyway as Severus took his arm and led him into the living room. Severus sat down on the sofa and tugged Harry onto his lap.
Harry leant his head on Severus' shoulder and just breathed in the scent that he thought he'd never get to smell again.
"Talk to me, Harry. Why were you so upset?"
"You didn't come to the match," said Harry. "I thought that meant you didn't want to have anything more to do with me. That you weren't interested in me like that anymore."
"My dear Harry, I am more than interested in what you want to offer me but a very public Quidditch match was not the place to discuss it. I waited until tonight because I thought you would be alone here as your friends would be spending Christmas with their families. We needed some privacy, don't you think?"
"Yes, sir," said Harry.
"Do you know what you are offering when you say you want to submit to me?" Severus stroked Harry's cheek again and if Harry had been a kitten he was sure he would have been purring. He slid from Severus' lap and knelt down on the floor in front of Severus' chair. Harry lowered his head so that his neck was visible to Severus and heard an indrawn breath above him.
"I want you to be my Master, sir," whispered Harry, his head still down. A potion-stained forefinger pressed his chin and lifted Harry's face towards Severus.
"Are you sure about this, Harry? Do you know what you are asking for?"
"Yes, sir. I've been talking to the twins about it."
Severus chuckled. "I see. So this is what you think you want?"
"Just because I'm a virgin doesn't mean I don't know what I want," said Harry firmly.
Severus' eyes widened. "You waited? All this time?"
"I told you, Severus. I never wanted anyone else. Just you. You're the only one who's ever touched me."
"And the only one who ever will," growled Severus. "Make no mistake Harry, I am a possessive man and I will not share what is mine with anyone else, and you are mine. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, sir," replied Harry, shivering a little at the forceful tone. His cock had been hard as soon as he'd knelt on the floor.
"Your safeword?"
"Ice mice," said Harry, lowering his head again.
Severus stood up from the sofa and held his hand out to help Harry up from the floor. "Take me to your bedroom, now."
"Yes, sir," said Harry as he wrapped his arms around Severus and Apparated them both to the third floor of the house and the bedroom Harry had been using. There was a large brass bedstead along with a dark wood wardrobe, bedside cabinets and chest of drawers. Severus pressed his thigh between Harry's legs and rubbed along Harry's prick; they both still had their arms wrapped around each other. "That belongs to me as does the rest of you," whispered Severus close to his ear. If Severus hadn't been holding him, Harry thought he would have collapsed on the floor.
When Severus stepped away, Harry could have whimpered. Severus waved his wand about to conjure lots of candles which floated in the air and then settled on the furniture to give the room a soft orange glow. A few moments later, Severus removed a small white box tied with an emerald ribbon which he placed in the middle of Harry's bed. "A present for you," said Severus waving his wand again. The package expanded until it almost took up most of the bed.
Harry hugged him. "You didn't have to get me anything, Severus."
"I can spoil you if I want, that's a Master's perogative," said Severus, kissing his hair. "Go on, open it."
Harry didn't need to be told twice; he bounded over to the bed like a puppy eager to please his Master and grinned at the image it conjured: Harry wearing a collar and lead. Maybe one day, if he was very good. Harry untied the bow and lifted the lid off the box. Amidst a rustle of white tissue paper he found an emerald silk dress. There were pearl buttons down the bodice to the waist, then a short skirt flared out, shaped with lots of ruffled petticoats underneath. Short capped sleeves were edged with white lace as was the collar.
"Oh, sir, it's beautiful" breathed Harry. "Thank you! Thank you!"
"I thought of you as soon as I saw it. I think you'd look exquisite in emerald. There's more in the box, Harry."
Harry grinned at his Master and dived in amongst the tissue paper again. At the bottom of the box he found a pair of white frilly knickers, a pair of white ankle socks and black patent shoes with an ankle strap.
"May I model it for you, Master?" asked Harry, holding the dress up to his chest. His heart was thundering in his ears as he anticipated wearing all those frills and lace and his cock pressed uncomfortably against the front of his jeans.
"You may, Harry. Change in the bathroom, I'd like to see the full effect once it's on."
Harry took his outfit through to the ensuite bathroom that he'd added magically himself, fed up of climbing up and downstairs in the middle of the night if he needed a pee. As he caught sight of himself in the mirror he could see his cheeks were flushed and his eyes were shining with desire. Harry wasted no time in shucking off his Muggle clothes, socks and shoes included. He could hardly wait to be encased in all the silk and ruffles and his prick jerked against his belly at just the imagining of it.
Once he was naked, Harry cast a depilotory charm on his legs but that made the hair on his arms stand out that much more. Grinning to himself he cast the charm on his whole body except for his head and eyebrows so that all of him was as smooth as a baby. He stared at his stubble free face and rubbed a hand along his lower jaw, he suited the smooth skin much more than the raggedy stubble he usually had.
Harry pulled the knickers on first, shivering as the silk slid across his newly-smoothed skin and was glad his mirror wasn't a magical one. His cock was throbbing and a bit of precome slipped out and dampened the front of the material. It would have been so easy to give in and touch himself, bring himself off right here in the bathroom wearing nothing but a pair of frilly knickers but Harry resisted, knowing how much better it would be when Severus would touch him. "Master," Harry moaned and closed his eyes, seeing the dark eyes of his Master fixed on him.
Next he slipped the dress over his head and shimmied his hips a bit to get it settled. The dress came to mid-thigh on him but the skirt of it was so ruffled that it was impossible to see his erection. Harry quickly pulled on the ankle socks and buckled the shoes. Giving himself one last look in the mirror, he thrust the bathroom door open and stepped into the bedroom once again.
***
When the bathroom door opened Severus couldn't stop the small sigh of appreciation as he took in the sight before him. Severus' eye hadn't let him down: the boy was exquisite in emerald. The dress brought out his eyes and the thigh lenght skirt drew his gaze to the smooth thighs and higher still. Harry stood by the door, his arms clasped behind his back, his head bowed in submission. His cheeks were flushed and after one brief emerald gaze, Harry lowered his eyes too. One patent clad foot pressed against the other in a show of nervous innocence that Severus didn't quite know whether it was real or feigned.
"Turn around, let me see you," said Severus, his voice husky with want. Harry twirled, the skirt and petticoats flaring around him and Severus caught a tantalising glimse of the frilly knickers. "Stop," said Severus when Harry was facing the bathroom doo again and his back was to Severus. "Lift up your skirt."
"Sir?" Harry asked breathlessly.
"I want to see your arse in those knickers."
"Oh God!" moaned Harry and yanked the back of the skirt up and held it flat against his back. Severus stared hard at that silk encased flesh he'd wanted to defile for months now.
"How does it make you feel?" asked Severus, reaching in front of himself to adjust his trousers; he'd been hard as soon as Harry had emerged from the bathroom. "All that silk caressing your body. Gliding over your skin with the softest of touches. How does it make you feel?"
"Ah! God! Good, sir. I makes me feel good," Harry moaned and shuddered and Severus remembered how responsive Harry had been on that night so long ago that he'd come with barely a touch.
"Pull your knickers down and step out of them," commanded Severus. "And you are not to come unless I give you permission."
"What?"
Severus swatted Harry on the arse. "Are you looking for punishment tonight? When I ask you to do something, you will do it, no questions asked. Now pull those down before I rip them from you!"
Harry moaned and pressed his hands high above his head against the wood of the bathroom door and did not remove the underwear. Severus growled and stalked towards him. The skirt of the dress had fallen back down to cover Harry's arse as soon as he'd moved his hands. Severus yanked the dress back up and held it in place by a spell before doing what he'd threatened; he ripped the knickers off Harry none too gently and heard Harry's moans get louder as he did so.
"You're being very disobedient," said Severus as he pressed himself closer to Harry and pressed his covered erection along the cleft of Harry's arse. "Are you deliberately trying to provoke me?"
Harry groaned and pushed back against Severus. Severus grabbed Harry's hips so that he was stopped short of his goal and Harry whimpered in frustration.
"Sir! Please! Please!"
"Please, what?" Severus caressed Harry's hips and breathed into his ear.
"Please! Touch me! I need - I need -"
But what Harry needed Severus never found out because in that same instant Harry shuddered and jerked against the door in front of him crying out in release. "Ahh! Oh God! Oh God!"
The body in Severus' arms was convulsing in ecstasy and if Severus hadn't been keeping a very tight rein over his own body he would have made a mess of his trousers again. Harry had sounded so abandoned as if he just couldn't stop himself.
"Did I give you permission to come?" Severus whispered harshly and stepped away from Harry's body. "Turn around."
Harry obeyed and hung his head. "No, sir. I'm sorry."
"Are you? Are you really? You don't look very sorry. In fact you seem far too pleased with yourself for disobeying your Master. On the bed, hands and knees."
"Yes, Master," said Harry and almost ran to the bed in his haste to obey. He knelt down as ordered, knees and the palms of his hands flat on the bedspread. The bedcover was in a shade of Gryffindor red but a quick flick of Severus' wand and he coloured the bedspread to match Harry's emerald dress. Not quite Slytherin green but it was better than the red.
Severus used a spell to remove his own clothes, he was getting rather impatient now; it was as if they'd had over six months of foreplay and he was ready, more than ready to make Harry his. Harry glanced back over his shoulder looking very worried, as well he might. If Harry wanted a Master he had to realise that disobeying merited punishment and it was up to Severus to decide what form that punishment might take.
***
Harry felt the bed dip as Severus knelt down behind him but he didn't dare look back over his shoulder again. He was too afraid of what he might see in his Master's eyes.
"You disobeyed me, Harry. Twice tonight you disobeyed. I could forgive you for coming without permission; you're young and new at this, but deliberately refusing to do what I told you? That I won't forgive. Make no mistake, you are going to be punished."
"I'm sorry," Harry whispered again but he wasn't sure whether he was heard or not. The truth was that Harry knew exactly what he had done and he knew he had deliberately disobeyed that order as he had wanted Severus to pull the knickers from him and he hadn't been disappointed. Any punishment Severus decided to mete out would be worth it.
"Since you can't seem to control that wayward cock of yours, I'm going to do it for you." Severus whispered a few words that went straight to Harry's groin and his prick filled with blood once more. As he became fully erect, Harry gasped when he felt the silver cock-ring encircle the base. If anything, it made him even more aroused and he almost collapsed onto the bed in front of him.
"Lie down on your back and hold your arms out," ordered Severus. Harry had learned his lesson; he hastily did as he was told and lay down, settling his head on his pillows. His cock was pressing against the petticoats of his dress but he knew no matter how hard he thrusted, he wasn't going to be able to make himself come again. That was his punishment he realised. He wouldn't be able to come unless Severus willed it. His Master was in control now and Harry loved it.
Severus conjured two white silk scarves and trailed them up and down Harry's legs before tying Harry's arms to the bedposts. "Master!" Harry gasped as he stretched against his bonds, he couldn't believe how much harder his cock got as he realised he wouldn't be able to move his arms and was entirely at Severus' mercy.
"Do you need to use your word?" Severus asked as he leant down and kissed Harry softly, his erection pressing on Harry's thigh.
"No, Master. I'm yours to do with what you will."
Severus' eyes darkened at that; he leaned in to kiss Harry again but this time it was no mere press of lips against lips. This was heat and want and need as Severus devoured Harry's soul out through his mouth. Harry felt as if he was falling but how could that be when he was already lying down?
Severus stopped kissing him long enough to summon a jar from his robes; Harry hoped it was some sort of lubricant; he didn't know how much more he could take. He was walking on a knife-edge of desire and he knew that just one step in the wrong direction and his body would be cut to ribbons. Severus held the jar in his hand at the same time holding Harry's gaze with his own.
Despite wearing layters of silk and frills, Harry felt comletely exposed under that stare and he swallowed audibly. He wanted to talk; he wanted to move; he wanted to reach out his arms and pull Severus down on top of him, but he couldn't. He tried though, his arms tugging at the scarves that bound him but it only made them ache.
"Please! Master, please!" begged Harry, even prepared to earn himself another punishment if he'd spoken out of turn. Harry thrashed on the bed as much as he was able, his fingers scrabbling against the silk on his wrists but he wasn't that dexterous.
"Please what, pet?" asked Severus, his eyes heavy-lidded with desire.
"In me! Please, sir! In me!" panted Harry, arching his hips up so that there could be no mistaking what he wanted.
"Say it. I want to hear you say it," said Severus as he unscrewed the lid of the jar and Harry's eyes were drawn to those elegant fingers. His arse twitched as he imagined those fingers inside him, filling him, impaling him.
"F - fuck me. I want you to fuck me, Master. Please," gasped Harry.
Severus stared at him. "That isn't what I want to hear, Harry," Severus said seriously.
It wasn't? God, what did Severus want to hear? It was obvious that Severus was as aroused as Harry if not more so for Harry had come once already tonight. "Master?" Harry asked hesitantly. He was lost, he didn't know how to respond. Severus leaned down and kissed him again and it was as if Severus had given him the answer along with his kiss. When they broke apart, both of them gasping for air, Harry knew what Severus wanted.
"Severus, I want you to make love to me," said Harry.
Severus smiled and cast a succession of spells, the first one removed his bindings, the second one divested him of the rest of his clothes and the third one removed the cock-ring.
"Sir?"
"No, Harry. It's just Severus and Harry for this. We'll have plenty of time to play later, but your first time should be special and as equals. You can even top if you'd prefer that."
Harry leaned up and kissed Severus firmly on the lips. "I know what I want, Severus. I want you to come inside me. I want you to claim me."
"You're sure?"
"I've never been more sure of anything in my life," said Harry. He lay back down and let his legs fall open. Harry felt so wanton tonight but he didn't care if it would get him what he wanted: Severus' cock up his arse. Severus tugged a spare pillow towards him and indicated for Harry to move his hips so he could silde it underneath him. Harry was only too happy to oblige. His heart was thundering in his ears and he was already breathless from their earlier kissing. It felt as if his whole skin was on fire.
When Harry felt the first brush of Severus' lubricated finger against his opening, he tried to will himself to relax. He'd read that the first time usually hurt a bit, but whatever potion or oil Severus was using, Harry didn't feel any pain at all as he was stretched slowly by Severus' fingers. It felt like little bolts of electricity were coursing through his body and Harry couldn't stop moaning as he arched back and forth on those wonderful fingers. "Severus! Oh God!"
Severus crooked his fingers inside him and Harry almost shot into orbit as the most intense pleasure he'd ever known ripped through him and Harry just couldn't keep his body still. "Fuck!" he gasped, at first worried that he'd come again unexpectedly but he hadn't, not yet. "Severus! Please! Please!" pleaded Harry unsure how much more of this teasing he could take and it was teasing. He could see Severus' cock, so hard and thick and he wanted it inside him; wanted to be joined to Severus in the most intimate way possible. "Please! Oh God please!" Harry cried out in frustration.
Harry watched avidly as Severus dipped his fingers in the jar once again and coated his cock so that it was glistening. Severus pushed Harry's legs up towards his chest as Severus lined himself up between them. "Mmpfh!" Harry whimpered as he got ready to be filled with something much thicker and longer than fingers. Severus' eyes sought his and they gazed deeply into each other's eyes as Severus slowly thrust forward.
It did hurt and Harry couldn't help tensing up. "Relax, Harry. It gets better, I promise," said Severus. "Bear down around me. That's it. That's it. Good boy, good."
Harry breathed deeply trying to distract himself from the pain; his eyes were watering a bit but he refused to let this one little hitch deter them from this. Severus entered him slowly, leaning over to kiss Harry's lip and to kiss the tears away from his cheeks. Soon, Severus was fully seated and Harry could feel Severus' balls slap right up against his arse. Severus reached one of his hands down between them and began to pump Harry's cock in his fist until Harry was fully erect again and moaning in pleasure rather than pain.
Harry felt so full, so stretched, but it was in a good way. "Okay, Harry?"
"Yeah, yeah. You can move, Severus," said Harry as he wrapped his arms around Severus' neck and tugged him down for a kiss. It seemed as if Severus had been waiting for permission as he began to thrust in and out of Harry's body like a man possessed. The bedsprings rattled as they made love, the headboard banging on the wall behind them.
"Ah!" Harry cried out as Severus managed to brush that magic spot inside again. Harry urged Severus to go faster and faster by wrapping his legs around Severus' back and tilting his hips backwards and forwards. Harry had never felt anything like it before. He felt so connected to Severus. It felt spiritual as well as physical, although the physical sensations were almost overwhelming.
Severus' thrusts were becoming more and more erratic, in the end he had to stop stroking Harry's cock just to keep his balance. As they heaved against one another, Harry's cock was pressed against Severus' sweat-slicked body and Harry knew it was going to be long before his climax claimed him.
"Severus! I love you!" he gasped out.
"I love you," said Severus, twisting his hips so that he hit the magic spot inside Harry once again.
"AHH! AHH! Fuck!" howled Harry as the climax burst through him with the force of a tidal wave. His cock erupted in white hot heat, spilling himself between their bodies. Harry's arse clenched with the force of his orgasm and a few moments later, Severus was pounding into him.
"Harry! Harry!" Severus cried as Harry felt himself filled with wet warmth as Severus found his own release within Harry.
Their mouths found each other aqs they kissed and kissed through the aftershocks. Harry's whole body was trembling; he didn't think he'd be able to walk for quite some time after this. He had aches in muscles he never even knew he had before. Their kisses became softer and less passionate as they calmed down, but still wonderful for all that. Harry didn't think he'd ever get enough of Severus' mouth.
When Severus pulled away, he deftly caressed Harry's cheeks to remove the tears there, Harry hadn't even been aware that he had been crying until now.
"Are you all right?" Severus asked softly.
Harry nodded. "It was just so intense, Severus. I never knew it was going to feel like that. I love you."
"I love you too, Harry," said Severus, kissing him again. Severus's softened cock slipped out of Harry's body and he felt bereft at the loss. "Did I hurt you?"
"It was sore a little bit at first, but not too bad really."
"Good." Severus moved over so that he could lie down beside Harry. Harry scooted over next to him and laid his head on Severus' shoulders, trailing his hand through the sparse hair there.
"Severus - this - it's not a one-off is it?" Harry asked at last, terrified that now Severus had finally got to deflower him he wouldn't be interested in anything else.
"My true love hath my heart, and I have his,
But just exchange one for another given:
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss,
There never was a better bargain driven;
My true love hath my heart, and I have his.
His heart in me keeps him and me in one,
My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides:
He loves my heart, for once it was his own,
I cherish him because in me it bides:
My true love hath my heart, and I have his."
"Oh, that's beautiful," sighed Harry.
"It's a poem called The Bargain," said Severus.
Harry grinned up at him. "So, not a one-off, then?"
"No, Harry. Not a one-off. You're mine now and I intend to keep you."
"Good," said Harry, leaning up to kiss him.
Severus traced a finger along Harry's collarbone. "Do you know something, Harry?"
Harry was almost asleep. "Hmm?" he asked wearily.
"I think you'd look beautful in blue."
THE END
A/N: Regarding the poem, I cannot find the name of the poet to credit, but I didn't write it.
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发表于 2009-7-21 12:15