Blood Stones (Snarry)

Getting Kinky

Severus pulled Harry closer and watched him stir as he began to drift off in the hollow of his chest. He began to stroke his hair and brush his fingers against the man's forehead when he noticed a haze. He backed away some to get a better look when Harry awoke and moved towards him... but he... didn't? Severus realized this must be some kind of astral form like it had happened the other night.

"Harry..." Severus attempted.

"Yes?"

"You're doing it again." he gestured down at the transparent body that laid next to his own. Harry looked at his own body for a time before.

"Well, I suppose this means that I get the best of both worlds then. A good night's sleep and time spent with you." He beamed back.

"I suppose." Snape said back.

He experimentally leaned forward and pulled Harry's chin to his own, bringing him into a delicate kiss... at least it started that way. Severus had begun to land somewhat playful kisses on his neck before returning his attention to Harry's lips. They broke off and Harry looked down into his own hands. He sensed something was... off. As though he had something to say.

"Is something wrong?" He watched as Harry chewed his lips and shifted nervously in the bed. His feet rubbed against each other as though fighting cold-almost like a little rabbit debating on scurrying away.

"Just something silly has been eating me is all. It'll pass."

"Why don't you tell me about it?" Severus moved in to hold the ghostly younger man.

It will be okay. He thought, trying hard to instill it in Harry's mind. He could sense the need in him for comfort and he could almost physically see the anxiety pouring from him. He kissed Harry's cheek playfully in an effort to cheer him up in a way or at least lighten the falling mood.

"Come on, what is it?" He bugged playfully as he continued to kiss at Harry's neck and cheek. Snape tried to give off as much comfort as he could without seeming too serious as to not make him more nervous. He had felt the hesitation on multiple occasions... even during their romance mere moments before. Whatever he was hiding, this had to be it. Harry leaned into the comforts, letting out quiet sighs and open giggles at the kisses as he relaxed.

Those giggles turned into soft moans as all the wiggling about whilst pressed so close began to stir now familiar feelings. He didn't have a true body to tire in this form after all. His physical body remained asleep, lips curling upwards in a smile and his thighs shifting as he let out quiet huffs. Severus was hearing not one but two versions of his Harry in the first quiet stages of arousal. The noises still shy but growing more open. The projection rolled them where Severus was once more on top of them, seeming to grow pliant and soothed from the compression. The more Severus pressed down on him, widening, and slotting himself between the legs of the other, the more comforted the other grew.

"It's not a big deal." he huffed with a small laugh.

"I'm just worried over a silly detail is all!" he said, it ended in a squeaking gasp as Severus gave a slight nip to the other's neck, but when he gave a quick buck against Harry, trying to get where he wasn't squishing the other's legs- he heard something that shocked them both. When the buck jolted the still sensitive apparition he gasped deeply before they could stop himself.

His chest clenched as another part of him relaxed on the inside a bit to let the utterance out, the mewling whine flowing like silk on a bubbling stream through Severus's ears even as Harry turned flushed and attempted to cover his mouth with wide eyes.

"Severus, I... I didn't-! I'm sorry I-!" Severus didn't let another word escape his mouth before he had climbed atop the other apparition, pushing his body into the bed, and pressing his lips to him hard.