I'd Die for You

No, no, no

There were no pictures or mementos or trinkets in Snape's room.

Just piles of papers here and there, that Harry hadn't noticed the first time, in stacks like Snape looked at them on the floor sometimes, and so many books. On the desk, there was a half-eaten bar of dark chocolate still in it's wrappings. The fire was on and it was red, like a Christmas sweater. Besides the lamp on the bedside table, it was the only light in the room. The bed was made in darker colors than Harry's was and Snape had a long couch with it's back against the end of the bed, facing the fire. There was a navy blue blanket and sheets folded at one end.

"The houselves know where you are tonight," Snape said, looking at the extra blanket and placing his wand on his desk. He started taking off his muggle coat.

Harry felt his face get hot. "Yeah, houseleves sort of have a thing for me."

"It seems we all do," Snape said.

Harry was too distracted to reply because Snape was undressing himself, fingers unbuttoning his shirt, then moving over the fastenings of his belt.

"You're not putting me on the couch, I'm sleeping with you," Harry said as soon as he could say something, trying to keep his voice from faltering.

"Is that right?" Snape shouldered out of his shirt.

"Yeah," Harry said, a little breathless. He took off his coat and threw it behind him on a chair.

"Get on the bed," Snape said, low. Harry did, feeling not unlike someone making a deal with the devil.

He toed off his shoes and unbuttoned his trousers before scooting back and laying down. Snape got on the bed then, naked, helping him pull his trousers off, then taking each of Harry's ankles in his hands one by one, and peeling his socks off for him.

Then Snape stepped off the bed and pulled him by the legs back to the edge. One hand remained clasped around his left ankle tightly. The other one rested, with opposite, frustrating lightness, on the inner part of his thigh.

Then Snape brought Harry's foot to his mouth, lips brushing the inside part of Harry's arch, where his pulse would be on his wrist and it tickled. Harry gasped, laughing, his leg jerking away on instinct but Snape held him there.

Snape licked him from his heel to the back of his knee, where he stopped to suck and Harry whined, feeling it in his spine. He kept moving because he loved it so much when Snape restrained him.

Then Snape's tongue touched the inside of his knee, traveling up in parts, slow, unbearably slow.

"Move back," Snape said and Harry couldn't do it fast enough.

Snape got on the bed, laying on his stomach between Harry's legs. Harry was straining his neck to watch Snape, to make sure they met each other's eyes when Snape looked at him.

But Harry couldn't look anymore when Snape's nose brushed the fleshiest part of his inner thigh so he laid down and rolled his eyes back when he felt that intimate piece of skin sucked into Snape's mouth and pressed down with his tongue. And then the smallest, most delicate kiss to each side, hands gentle.

"Is this alright?" Snape asked.

Harry raised his head again to look at him in disbelief.

"Harry?" Snape was insisting he say something but what could he say that would be enough to express himself fully? You make me love my name, I think you're life itself?

"Do me or I'll die," he said

For a fleeting moment he thought Snape smiled and then he was pulling Harry's underwear down and while he was getting Harry's legs free from them, Harry thought he'd go mad with the wait.