In Need

CHAPTER 26

NOTES:

Hello dear reader!

Here we are, on chapter 26! We are nearing the end now.

Without further ado, ENJOY!

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The morning brought a new, sunny and warm day to Hogwarts castle that Sunday in early June. Severus woke up from deep slumber, his eyes closing shut in the bright sunlight that came through the enchanted window. With his years of espionage and being on constant alert, he was awake in a matter of seconds. His brain wanted to open his eyes sharp, already alert to what was going on around him.

But this morning it was different. Before he even opened his eyes he stayed still and listened. He could hear the breathing of someone else in his bed and feel the warmth of another body close to his. He stretched his legs and his feet bumped against another man's legs, and he smirked.

He opened his eyes slowly, feeling the crust on his eyelids, and he blinked. While he stretched he felt something warm, a hand he deduced, perched onto his chest, the fingers caressing the nightshirt he'd slept on.

"Morning, sleepyhead," came a rough voice next to him.

His head turned to his side, only one eye open, and saw Harry already awake, smiling at him. During the night he'd been hot and had ditched his nightclothes. He was now lying on his side with his head propped on his hand for support, his elbow resting on the pillow and looking at Severus with a playful smile.

Severus felt his cheeks flush and he swallowed, darting his eyes away from the compelling sight he had in front of him. He felt something in his parts twitch and shook his head almost imperceptibly. Lowering his head he stole a glance at the naked and strong torso. He ran his tongue over his lower lip and repressed the urge to bite it, his eyes staring at the tiny bit of hair around the nipples, and the narrow bush at the base of his abdomen that got lost with the sheets.

He had seen Harry in his underwear often, they didn't feel the need to hide when changing clothes. So, why did Severus feel suddenly hot and light-headed?

"Good morning," he greeted, wishing his voice didn't sound as awe-struck as he felt.

Harry shifted closer and leaned down. Severus craned his neck, about to give him a morning kiss on his cheek, when Harry turned his face at the last minute, capturing his lips in his.

Neither of them had brushed their teeth, their morning breath was surely off-putting, and yet... and yet the moment their lips grazed, it felt electrifying.

He moaned as he felt Harry pressing down, wanting more contact with the warm body next to him, and his arm went around Harry's back. He pressed him closer to him, deepening the contact. When he felt Harry's tongue teasing him, darting out, Severus lost all sense of himself.

It felt like an eternity and only a split second when they broke the kiss, panting a bit.

"Tell me again, why did we wait so long for this?" Harry asked as he ran his tongue through his lips, surely tasting Severus's saliva on them. It was electrifying, and Severus's eyes were fixed on that tongue that darted out.

"This wasn't... supposed to happen," Severus said, and he slowly hung his head low, "I... I feel like I must apologise, Harry. You never ever offered me more than a friendship. It was my fault, I started to feel things that ran much deeper, and yesterday I..."

"Okay, why are you apologising now? You think... do you think I don't feel the same?" Harry asked, arching an eyebrow, "I didn't accept your kiss last night because I wanted to be a good friend. For Merlin's beard, Sev, you know me. It's been many months now that I've wanted much, much more than what we had."