It Had To Be You

Chapter Seven: Somebody Who Could Make Me Feel Blue

Harry arched automatically upwards into the kiss Severus bestowed upon him, firmly believing that he had never been happier in his life than he did in that moment. Although their main goal, in however long a time the pair of them would have to remain in hiding, was to fully complete the bond between them, Harry knew that they could easily have some fun as well. And as Severus deepened the kiss, tasting him, Harry felt his erection forming between them almost automatically, and a small moan escaped from his lips before he could call it back.

Severus pulled back from Harry then and stared down at him, and Harry felt his face flushing automatically at the intensity of his mate's stare. "Don't hide from me, Harry."

Harry blinked. "What?" he whispered.

"Don't feel the need to deliberately silence yourself," Severus said patiently, gently running a hand up and down Harry's naked side. "I want to hear you."

"You... You want to hear me?" Harry whispered, his brows coming together at that. "Why would you want to...?"

"Because it lets me know what you like. We may have forever, but I always like being right the first time," Severus told him gently, leaning down and gently sucking on his neck, and Harry practically purred at the sensations which flowed through him at the sensation of Severus's lips on a particularly sensitive part of him. "See? Now I know that you like that."

Harry bit down hard on his bottom lip, immediately inquisitive as to what his husband liked. He pushed himself upwards then, and Severus moved back so as he was on his haunches, his onyx eyes watching Harry. Harry bent his head then and stuck out his tongue, gently teasing his nipple, which immediately seemed to become erect in his mouth. Greatly daring, especially after Severus let out a satisfied groan, Harry gently dragged his teeth along the surface of the erogenous zone, and Severus promptly dug his fingers into Harry's hair.

"Harry," Severus moaned, as Harry continued teasing one nipple orally, and snuck a hand across his chest to do the same to the other, only with his fingers instead. "Merlin, Harry..."

"See?" Harry asked triumphantly, pulling himself backwards and away from Severus, and looking triumphantly up at him. "Now I know you like that."

Severus's eyes darkened then, before he made a grab for Harry's hips and flipped him over without ceremony. "Cheeky imp," he muttered, although his tone was fond as he ran his hand from the base of his neck, in between his shoulder blades, and came to rest at the cleft of his delectable arse. Severus took ahold of those hips again and pointed them upwards, while Harry looked over his shoulder in confusion at his movements. Severus inched closer to his prize, murmuring soft words in Latin that Harry didn't recognize, but he felt cool air flit from within him then, opening him up slightly, and he swallowed at what the spell meant.

Severus chuckled, running the palms of each hand up and down Harry's arse as if to calm him, and leaned forward, closer still, and gently eased the younger man's arse apart. Harry let out a squeak of surprise as the cool air of the room hit him in a most sensitive place, but the squeak soon turned into a surprised groan as Severus tasted him there. He made a series of most undignified sounds as Severus lapped him in his arsehole, wholly unknowing that this was actually a thing that couples did.

"Severus, what are you...? Mmm," he murmured, grabbing ahold of one of the bolsters in front of him, and leaning down upon it. He bit into it then, groan after groan passing through his lips as Severus dragged his tongue over the tight ring of muscles presented to him.

"Do you like it?" Severus breathed, taking a moment to calm himself.

"Yes," Harry moaned, shoving his arse backwards so as to capture that elicit tongue again. "I don't want you to stop. Please... Please, don't stop, Severus."