The hairy thighs parted at his touch, and Harry released a sleepy sigh. Severus looked up, but Harry was still asleep, despite his hardening penis. So Severus stroked, brushing from the crease where leg met hip straight down to Harry's knee.
Inundated by his lover's clean scent, Severus guided that half-erect shaft into his mouth. The salty flavour was as familiar as Harry's scent and touch now. The almost narcotic effect it had on him, however, was always shocking. As he lapped the beads of moisture off that thick cock, the taste rocked through him like a potent aphrodisiac, turning him on hard and fast. And still Potter slept on.
Within moments, Harry was fully erect. Severus deep throated the impressive penis, shivering at its inherent power. Potter was so strong, so masculine. Just feeling that organ pulse and throb under his tongue as it grew in size sent a quiver of excitement through him, made him tremble for things that he should have had his full of by now. But this need was never quenched. Potter could ride him all night, and he'd still hunger for more the instant he saw that cock spring to life.
When Harry was as big as he'd get, Severus lifted his head and stared hopefully up at Potter's face. Behind his closed lids, Harry's eyes were moving, obviously deep in a dream.
Severus wanted more, but . . . was it really appropriate to progress to that act without Harry's conscious consent?
Severus stared down his morals. Being Slytherin, he let them go without too much regret. It wasn't as though he were contemplating turning the tables and taking Harry while he slept; that would be unconscionable. But this? Harry fucked him every night, so he doubted that there would be any true protest.
Still, it felt strange staring down at that sleeping face as he straddled Potter and guided that pulsing cock where he wanted it. He was still slick and loose from last night's love play. Harry's penis, glistening with his saliva, slid into him with only slight discomfort as he pushed himself down.
Even asleep, Harry was a good lover. His cock seemed to target his prostate as though under a homing spell as Harry filled him.
Severus groaned at the pleasure that exploded through him, then rocked himself to ensure a repeat. He didn't even have to touch himself. He was full to bursting just from touching Harry and feeling his cock enter him.
Harry awoke with a gasp, staring up at him in confused arousal. "Severus?"
"Good . . . morn . . . ing . . . ." Severus grunted, pushing down so that the head of Harry's cock connected with that perfect spot again.
Harry's hands rose to brace his hips, guiding his movements. After a moment, Harry's right hand left its station to curl around Severus' hungry cock, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure. It was so good, so right.
They fell into the rhythm that was becoming the heartbeat of Severus' life. Potter began to thrust up at him, and the world spun under the sensations that swirled through him. Even without loosing his magic on him, Harry could destroy him, and did.
Slamming down as hard as he could, Severus met each of Potter's upward strokes. They were so perfect together, so in tune.
They grunted and groaned their way to sweaty completion. It was faster than the times Harry employed his magic, but no less sweet for it.
Severus came with a resounding moan, spraying Harry's flat stomach and defined ribs with his seed. As the world blinked in and out around him, he felt Harry still inside him and convulse with climax.
Panting for breath, Severus collapsed forward onto Harry's shoulder. His nose squashed into the soft skin there.
Potter slipped out of him. Harry's hands slid up his back to clutch him tight as Harry whispered in his sleep husky voice. "God, what a way to say good morning."
"I firmly believe it should replace the usual banal greetings," Severus said.
Harry chuckled, rubbed his back, and said, "Yes, I can just see you using your new morning greeting on Flitwick, and Hagrid, and -"
"One more word, and I shall be sick all over you," Severus warned.
"You wake me up like that every morning, and you can do anything you want all over me," Potter answered.
"That's disgusting," Severus said, wrinkling his nose and turning to lick the drying semen off Potter's chest.
Harry carded his fingers through Severus' unwashed hair as Severus lapped away. Sighing, Harry arched under his ministrations, his head falling back on the pillow.
To his confusion, Severus felt the previously rubbery, relaxed body beneath him suddenly freeze up. "What is it?"
"I could have killed you last night."
Severus followed the troubled green gaze to the remains of his charred wardrobe.
"How can you touch me – still want to be with me after seeing that? Everyone else . . . treats me like a monster after one of those dreams," Harry said, his fingers balling painfully in Severus' hair.
Severus raised his head to meet Harry's gaze, wincing as he left a few strands in Harry's hands. Harry loosened his grip immediately.
"I would like to talk to you about those dreams," Severus said softly. Reading the worry in Harry's face, and feeling it tense the body cushioning him, he quickly said, "I'm not so faint-hearted as that. I, too, know what it is to be an object of fear and disgust."
Potter hissed in a sharp breath. "Aren't you . . . even the least bit afraid of me?"
Framing that worried face with his discoloured fingers, Severus drew Harry into a kiss. When they parted, he softly asked, "You think I should fear you because of last night?"
Potter nodded.
"What of all the other nights before it?"
"What?" Harry asked.
"You hold my life in your hands every night when your power sweeps through me. You could kill me with a thought or a single moment of inattention, and yet I permit it. More than that, I welcome it. Why do you think that is?" Severus questioned.
Potter flushed. "The sex is fantastic."
"The sex was fantastic with Lucius Malfoy as well, but I would never have permitted him the liberties I allow you. You ask if I fear you. I fear you as any man my age fears a lover more than twenty years his junior, but I don't worry for my life or safety with you, merely my . . . emotional integrity. I know you, Harry Potter, better than you know yourself. Even trapped in a nightmare, you wouldn't harm me."
He heard Harry gulp, and then those strong hands pulled him back down against Harry's chest to hold him tight.
"You had sex with Lucius Malfoy?" Harry asked at last.
Severus sighed. Of all the things he expected Harry to say, that was the last on the list. "I had sex with many men in my misspent youth."
"But Lucius Malfoy?" Harry sounded like he'd confessed to having intercourse with one of Hagrid's pets.
Severus tried to find a way to explain that Lucius hadn't always been the fiend Harry had known, but he knew nothing that would exonerate Malfoy in Potter's eyes. Certainly, the truth would only further damn Lucius. So, Severus settled on a vague, "I was young and inexperienced at the time. Lucius was quite dashing in school, and . . . any kindness went a long way with me back then."
He'd hoped that would end the subject, but Harry persisted with, "Was he your first?"
Harry sounded curious. Severus supposed it was only natural. They really knew next to nothing about each other's romantic history.
Severus nodded against Harry's chest. The question he dreaded was, of course, the next thing out of Harry's mouth. "Malfoy was a few years older than you. You must have been quite young if you were together in school. How old were you?"
As an adult looking back on the incident, Severus could see how the seduction had been coldly planned. Malfoy tutoring him in Transfigurations alone all afternoon in the fourth year dorm. Severus had been unnerved just being in the older boys' bedroom. Upper grade Slytherins rarely paid any attention to the first years, but Lucius had stepped in from the start and prevented the other Slytherins from continuing the taunting that that bastard Black had started on their very first day of school. Lucius was always . . . kind to his younger cousin, and Severus had never known such treatment.
Even now, Severus could remember Malfoy catching him staring that fateful afternoon, calling him on it, and asking him why, and himself blurting out the truth, that he'd never seen anyone so handsome. That moment when Lucius leaned over to kiss him was engraved forever in his memory, as was the jolt his barely awakened sexuality had given when Lucius' warm hand touched him through his trousers and squeezed. With gentle kisses and caresses, Lucius had peeled away his clothes, spread his legs and . . . .
No Gryffindor could understand that. Severus couldn't imagine telling Harry that he'd spent the next four years bending over for Lucius, and loving every minute of it. As an adult, Severus knew what had been done to him. Black had called him Malfoy's lapdog, with good reason. By simply being kind, Lucius had procured himself a willing catamite. Harry Potter would never understand that.
Calling on every bit of his acting abilities, Severus lightly responded, "I was far too young and foolish, as most of us are our first time. How old were you?"
