Light the candle

~Ten~

When Harry begins to move inside the Slytherin, the sensation is even more profound. He hit the right spot at every firm thrust. Severus became dazed.

"Hm! Ah!" He moans loudly.

"So sexy, baby. You look so sexy like that." The Gryffondor kisses him again and again.

"Severus!" He grunts. He feels he will cum soon.

"You're so tight and hot around my cock, baby." He adds while thrusting in the Potion Master vigorously.

"H-Harry!"

"Severus!" They finally reach the climax together.

"I love you, baby." The young wizard kisses his forehead fondly.

"Hm." Severus soon falls into the arms of Morpheus.

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"So are you satisfied with my performance professor Snape?" Harry asked, massaging the grumpy Potion Master.

"No." Severus snaps. His eyes closed, he lay on his stomach, enjoying the young sorcerer's fairy-like hands. The scent of cinnamon-scented oil fills the bedroom. Ever since he woke up from their torrid session he's been treated like a prince, bathed, coiffed, massaged... All that's missing is dinner - well, breakfast, given the time. But it's just that it won't be long now. And he's in no hurry, the young man really does have a way with his hands.

"Oh! He seems like we need to do it again." He shuddered.

"Pervert Gryffindor." He grumbles his face against the pillow. He hears him chuckle lightly.

"Hm." Severus moans in delight, feeling the light pressure that Harry appies on his body. He feels like he is in heaven.

"Baby, turn over on your back." The Potion Master gently exerted himself, still a little sore. The lotion that the young Potter had applied to him was beginning to take effect. The lotion was created by the young man. Of course he checked the quality and was pleased to see that the brat had created something of excellent quality. 

Then he thought about the fact that he was being trained by the portrait of the great Salazar, so the Gryffindor had no choice but to be good. He was a little disappointed that he couldn't show his talents in class. But, Severus, it's better that people don't know Harry's true level.

He watched him apply the lotion to the front of his body, his cheeks slightly rosy. He notices the tray containing their breakfast on the bed beside him.

He never thought he'd ever be in this position. No-one has ever looked after him like this.

"You're beautiful, baby." Harry blurts out and kisses his forehead.

"Stop-hm." The Slytherin moans as the young wizard begins to massage his foot arches.

"There you go, baby." Harry recaps the bottle of lotion ending his massage and goes into the bathroom. He returns a few seconds later. He puts the Potion Master in a sitting position and puts the tray over his legs.

Severus did as he was told without protest. Before he can pick up a fork Harry has already picked up a blueberry and is holding it in front of his face.

"Harry no." He flatly refused.

"Come on, baby, let me spoil you." Severus purses his lips together.

"I said-hmpf!" He stares at the young man who has just stuffed the blueberry into his mouth, smiling innocently before beginning to chew the fruit. Why am I even with this man?