Evermore

Chapter Thirteen: Torment, Calm, and Hurt Me

Harry rolled over in the bed of the master bedroom at Grimmauld Place; within hours of Lily's birth, he'd decided that it was high time he moved from Sirius's bedroom and into the master suite, as befitted him as the head of the House of Black. He smiled at the sight of Severus, his raven locks spilling onto the pillow beside him, in a dead sleep, and felt warm and complete inside, knowing that their daughter slept in Regulus Black's bedroom, not far from them. He bit his lip then, not wanting to wake Severus, but always wanting to take advantage of the chance presented to him, and got on his knees for a moment before ducking beneath the duvet that covered them both.

Harry swallowed then at what lay between the legs of the man he loved, and slowly parted them so as he had better access. Crawling closer, he gently took ahold of the older man's phallus and began caressing it, and feeling Severus stiffening above him only sweetened the deal as he lowered his mouth onto it, tasting it, and finding that it was better than any treacle tart he'd ever eaten in his life. He did his best not to chuckle around it as Severus moaned above him, but a slight gasp did escape his throat as he felt Severus's hands carding through his hair and caressing his scalp in a moment of pure tenderness.

"Harry," Severus moaned, stiffening. "Harry..."

Harry said nothing, and continued to work, knowing full well that Lily could wake up screaming for them at any moment, and wanted this man to know just how much he meant to him before that happened. As he worked with his mouth, he moved faster and faster, when finally he was yanked off from his former professor and brought back upwards, to the point where he was staring at Severus in a moment of confusion. However, Severus pulled him towards him and kissed him, tasting him, and Harry let out a moan at the wanton behavior.

"You feel so good," Severus whispered between kisses, running his hands all over Harry's skin, as the younger man arched his back above him, a second moan escaping from that wicked mouth of his. Severus felt himself twitching below Harry; he'd not permitted him to finish the assault on his erect member, as the thought of coming into Harry's arse that morning was just too delicious to pass up. He grabbed ahold of Harry's hips then, and Harry let out a squeak of surprise as Severus gently pulled him downwards and onto his hardness, and Harry's squeak quickly turned into a moan as he arched his back and hips, settling atop his lover.

"Severus," Harry gasped, sitting fully upright then, dragging his hands through his hair as his lover dragged his own hands up and down the younger man's body. Harry moaned as Severus took ahold of his hips, moving them up and down in an erratic motion, to the point where Harry's own member sprang upwards, and Harry felt it spasming, wanting desperately for a release, as much as his lover did.

Severus saw his lover's beautiful cock spring to attention, and felt himself clench automatically at the notion that it had literally offered itself up to him. Creating a path with his hand down his lover's front, he reached out then and cupped Harry's balls for a moment before wrapping his hand around the beautiful member, and nearly came from the gasp and groan which escaped from Harry's lips in quick succession, once his long fingers wrapped around it. Severus licked his lips, wanting to put Harry into his mouth, but since his lover was riding him, faster and faster, there was no way to do so, so his hand would have to suffice.

Severus felt an inadvertent gasp escape his own lips as Harry's hips moved faster than ever, and his eyes rolled back in his head at the notion of what he'd been missing these last several months, and his heart clenched at the notion of finding it again. However, Severus knew that things couldn't stay as they were; for the past week and a half, he and Harry had been walking on eggshells, deliberately not discussing the future, almost as if it scared them to think about it. And the thought of losing Harry again was too much to bear, but Severus felt as if he didn't deserve him, and even though he'd been under the influence of the curse, he felt as if Harry had forgiven him too easily for the hell he'd put him through while he'd been at school.