It Had To Be You

Chapter Twelve: It's You That I Need

Harry opened his eyes as the winter sun gleamed in through the window of the master bedroom of the new Potter-Snape residence in Dorset, gleamed and snuggled in closer to his husband's mutually naked body. Their reunion had lasted for hours, with Severus pinning him to the mattress, multiple walls, and, finally, even the bedroom floor, to the point where Harry felt as if his arse would give out. He could barely feel it that morning as he felt his husband's arms wrapping around him, and smiled automatically at the contact.

"Fuck," Harry whispered automatically as Severus reached in between his legs to stroke his already-erect member. He arched up against him, finding that there was no greater sensation than that of Severus's cock teasing at his hole. "Severus..." He whispered.

Severus's breath was hot at Harry's ear as his tongue gently teased its shell, before he took his free hand and gently guided his member into Harry, who was still plenty stretched from the evening before. He savored the sounds he evoked from Harry's lips, and shuddered in the first one—a delightful shiver and subsequent gasp of pleasure. He gently nibbled at the sensitive skin of Harry's neck, pulling his husband closer as he continued to pound into him, while all the while stroking Harry's own member.

"Severus," Harry moaned, his eyes shutting automatically at the sensations that tore through him at his husband's touch. "Severus... Oh, Merlin... Fuck me," he whispered.

"I am, my Harry, I am," Severus assured him, pulling Harry closer still, so as the head of his cock pushed just so into his prostate.

"Fuck!" Harry screamed, followed by a series of delectable moans, before he trembled. "I can't stop it!" he whispered, gritting his teeth. "Need to... Need to come," he said, shuddering and spasming in his husband's arms.

"Come, my love," Severus whispered. "I'm close. Come."

Harry let out the single most beautiful noise that Severus had ever heard as his orgasm tore through him, and spilled all over his husband's hands. He shivered with the aftershocks as Severus's own release coated his insides, and he methodically waved his hand to complete a Cleaning Charm over the two of them. Sighing with satisfaction, Harry turned himself over and let out a pleased sound as Severus wrapped his arms around him.

"Good morning," Severus said softly.

"Hell of a good morning," Harry whispered back. "I could get used to waking up like that every single day."

Severus sighed, pressing his forehead against Harry's. "And you will."

Harry blinked, pulling himself back and staring at Severus. "What?"

"I sent Minerva and owl in between our exploits last evening," he said gently, running his fingers up and down Harry's back. "I won't be returning to Hogwarts to teach."

Harry blinked. "You won't?"

"No," Severus said, shaking his head. "Bill Weasley has left Gringotts permanently and will be assuming my position as potions master, as well as Head of Slytherin House."

Harry smirked. "The Weasleys will have a field day," he predicted.

Severus chuckled. "Cuthbert has decided to finally retire as well, and Fleur will be taking over the position of History of Magic professor," he continued. "I assume that now that the class will have a reputation for being more...lively."

Harry laughed aloud at that and nodded. "Well, while I won't be upset to have you not utilizing the Floo Network on a daily basis to return to Scotland, I know you like to keep busy. What will you do now that you've given up Hogwarts?"

"Research," Severus replied, and Harry raised his eyebrows. "If you would allow me, I can grow and cultivate new species of plants utilized for potions in our own garden. I can use the basement lab for my personal experiments, enabling me to work from home."