But Harry didn't take him at his word. His right hand scrambled around Severus to stroke over his chest, teasing first one nipple, then its mate back to taut pleasure. The resulting rush of sensations shot straight to Severus' groin, making him hard again and relaxing him, despite the lessons of the past. Harry bent down to kiss his shoulders and neck, adding to the sensual web.
"You feel so good, Severus," Harry breathed into his ear, "So warm and perfectly tight. Feel how good it is with us. Breathe with me, love, in and out, feel me in you, feel how right we are together . . . Mmmm, that's right. That's it. Let go and just feel."
Harry had called him 'love' again.
His senses reeling, Severus gave in to the command and concentrated on the living heat down his back and up his arse. Hard muscle, soft skin, raw power burning and vibrating beneath it all, just out of reach . . . .
Harry's hand collected Severus' cock and began to steadily pump. Not even a dead man could have resisted that delicious manipulation.
Severus melted like butter under the spike of ecstasy, and Harry slipped into him as though the freeze-up had never happened.
Harry's cock was no less talented than his fingers. He found that sensitive spot on his first foray. The initial, tentative bump into his prostate shocked Severus' entire system, reducing all he was to that mind-shattering delight. It roared through him like the Furies, showing him that everything he'd thought of as pleasure was only an insignificant prelude to this perfect sensation.
Then, Harry's cock withdrew, and plunged back in to nail that spot even harder.
Severus cried out as stars and meteors reeled behind his tight-shut eyes.
"You ready for a little more?" Harry whispered into his ear, licking around the shell to add to Severus' utter devastation, as if being melted from the inside out wasn't pleasure enough.
"Wh-at?" Severus rasped, beyond thinking.
"Do you want me to, um, use magic, too? I've thought of something special," Harry promised in a hoarse, strained tone.
Magic, too, on top of all this?
"I -" Severus desperately tried to think. He wanted the magic, only . . . his past was too real tonight. Everything was too intense, both the current pleasure and the bad memories. He couldn't . . . . Finding his voice, Severus tried to articulate his concerns. "Yes, only . . . ."
"Only?" Harry purred encouragement, licking his ear some more.
"Don't . . . make it feel like another person with you. I only want you inside me tonight. Please?"
Harry seemed to freeze behind him, his questions an almost a palpable presence. But no inquisition followed.
Instead, Harry's hands moved in soft, wide circles over his chest, offering comfort. "Only me. I promise."
Then those soft kisses were being showered over Severus' sensitive neck and shoulders. Harry's cock nudged his prostate again, and everything was all right with his world.
Severus gasped as they rocked together, finding the strength to let go and trust. Potter plunged deeper and deeper into him with each successive stroke, opening him wider and wider. Harry kept moving in until his balls were pressed tight to Severus' bottom.
When Severus felt like Harry could get no deeper into him or that he could feel no more pleasure than what he was experiencing now, Harry loosed his power on him.
It wasn't a slender probe like the ones Harry usually created, nor was it hands or mouths. This was . . . like an invisible tidal wave of magical energy. As Harry's cock plunged up into him from behind, the power swelled over Severus from the front in a warm, quicksilver wave of delight that swept through his every cell from his head down, igniting him with glowing ecstasy. It was like every separate cell inside him experienced its own orgasm simultaneously, or as if a couple of thousand volts of raw electricity hit his system; there was barely any surviving it. Describing that level of intense delight was beyond him.
Severus felt transformed into pure energy. It was the sensation he'd always hungered for when he reached out for a greater wizard's power. His poor cock never had a chance. The instant that scrumptious energy wave splashed through him, he climaxed immediately with a throat-tearing cry.
Harry was still pumping in and out of him. In the mindless aftermath, Severus felt Harry withdraw. As he re-entered him, another of those waves of raw sex splashed through him.
Severus went from limp to rock hard in a heartbeat. His balls grew heavy and then tightened up with unnatural speed. His sated cells re-ignited, blazing bright as the initial flare. That electrifying delight sparked through him. Harry banged his prostate, the wave crashed, his balls convulsed, and he bathed Harry's hand and his own stomach with another shower of semen.
Whimpering, Severus dragged in a breath, barely daring to believe what had just transpired. His mind was still reeling, trying to understand, when Harry pulled out of him again.
His breath whooshed out as that incredible wave splashed into him yet again. Severus' penis swelled for an amazing third time in bare minutes, exploding in that same flare of sartori as Harry claimed his body yet again. Even at the height of adolescent randiness, he had managed nothing like this.
As Harry pulled out of him and Severus felt that energy swell reclaim him, he realized it was going to happen again. This was every man's fantasy, being able to achieve orgasm at the same level of intensity, again and again and again.
Harry took him to heaven so many times as he rode him that Severus lost count. A part of him worried for the state of his heart, for he was no longer a young man and this type of strain could easily kill, but he realized that every time that Harry's wave of magic crashed through him, it revitalized his body to its initial state, making it literally like the first time each time. And even if it hadn't, if he had to choose how to die, it would be like this, overwhelmed with delight.
Harry had staying power, Severus had to give the man that. It was impossible to tell how long Harry pumped into him, Harry's magic driving him to orgasm time after time, but it felt like hours or perhaps even days. He tried to push back, to make it better for Harry, but the serial orgasms were so distracting and devastating that it was all he could do to remember to draw breath.
Then, Harry gave a wild, hard thrust that nearly knocked Severus from his knees.
Locked in the flames of another orgasm, Severus only noticed the change in his partner. He felt Harry stiffen behind him, and then Harry came with a resounding shout of, "SEVERUS!" that must have shaken the photos on the mantel.
Severus abruptly remembered the adjoining door to the Weasleys' chambers that Harry had said was always left open. For all their sakes, he prayed there was a silencing spell on the room.
Severus couldn't feel the actual spurts inside him, but he could tell by Harry's breathing and tension that it was a tremendously powerful orgasm.
No new wave of arousal hit him. It was over.
His own knees gave out and Severus fell face down on the bed, with Harry still buried to the hilt inside him, a dead weight down his back.
He could feel Harry struggling for breath against his left shoulder.
As the haze of orgasm cleared and his destroyed mind slowly reassembled, awe such as he'd never known overwhelmed him. Severus couldn't even imagine what type of drain those energy waves had demanded of Harry. The level of control of both Harry's power and Severus' own body that had been necessary to achieve those successive climaxes was mind-boggling. Harry must have been constantly monitoring every system in his body to have kept him from suffering a stroke or going into heart failure under the strain.
Just as Severus was wondering if Harry were even conscious, a ragged intake of breath seemed to indicate he was.
Severus shivered as Harry's tongue licked the cooling sweat from his back, then Harry gave a husky, sleepy whisper of, "God, I love you."
Severus' world stopped.
Harry stirred himself enough to withdraw his deflated penis from Severus' now painfully sore rectum. and rolled off him onto the mattress, his right arm still flung across Severus' back..
Barely daring to breathe, Severus slowly turned to face Harry, staying under the protective band of that heavy arm. He wondered if the words had been a joke. But Harry didn't make those kinds of cruel jests, and even if he were prone to them, he certainly wouldn't have been making them when fighting for air.
It was as he expected. Harry was dead asleep beside him. Severus stared at that long, attractive face, with the lightning bolt scar on the forehead.
Apparently, tonight was destined to be a night of many firsts: the first time he'd visited Harry's chambers, played an enjoyable, honest game with nothing but Gryffindors, climaxed a couple of dozen times in the space of an hour, and had a lover profess his love to him. Of all the events, that last was perhaps the most extraordinary, even more so than the enhanced sex.
The words were meaningless. Severus knew that. They were merely an expression of gratitude for the mind-blowing sex they'd shared. He was neither young enough nor fool enough to place any significance on them. No man could be held accountable for what he said at the height of passion. Harry was an affectionate young man. In the heat of the moment, he'd merely been babbling.
Yet, the only other words Harry had spoken during intercourse had been his name.
Still, it meant nothing. Just . . . pillow talk. Utterly meaningless.
Insignificant as the profession may have been, it still made Severus feel warm inside. He'd be grateful for this gift for the rest of his life, even if Harry hadn't meant what he'd said.
Beginning to shiver as the sweat dried on him, Severus reached across Potter's unconscious body for the duvet and pulled it over them both. He looked around the room, and then summoned his wand to him with a quick, low-muttered charm. After only the briefest of hesitations, he placed his wand under their shared pillow, curled around Harry's sleeping form, closed his eyes, and gave in to his own exhaustion. He'd sleep for an hour or two, and then floo back to the dungeons well before daylight. His internal clock always woke him before dawn. He was confident that he wouldn't sleep well in a strange bed.
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It was amazing how the world could change from one second to the next, go from one pole to its complete opposite. But Harry's life had always been like that. He'd gone from living in a cupboard to living in a castle in the blink of an eye. A tournament could change from a difficult test of his wizarding skills to a life and death battle with a Dark Lord before he even knew what was happening. He could be standing in the woods with the most dislikeable person he'd met in his life, attempting to make conversation one moment and then find himself locked in a kiss with the very same man the next.
So, when Harry tumbled into unconsciousness after the best sex of his life, it only stood to reason that he'd wake with something like terror. For once, it wasn't one of his bloody dreams that woke him.
Harry was deeply asleep. On some level, he knew that the warm, comfortable surface rising and falling beneath his cheek in steady rhythm was Severus. His lover's scent and the smell of sex were carried on every breath he took. He could have stayed like that forever, dreaming safe in a sleepy tangle with Severus.
But an unexpected sound behind him penetrated his sleep – the creak of his bedroom door opening. Then the comfortable living cushion beneath him rolled clear in a burst of motion, sending his head crashing to the mattress.
Ron's cheerful voice penetrated his waking consciousness, "Harry, you awake? I thought – oh sweet Merlin -"
Harry shot up in the bed and opened his eyes to see Severus sitting up stark naked pointing his wand at the bedroom door. His gaze followed Severus' wand to see Ron standing in the doorway, wearing his maroon and white striped nightshirt and gaping like a banked fish at the sight of them in bed together.
This was not how he'd wanted this to go.
Trying to pull his head together, Harry stared at the two bright spots of colour that were blooming in Ron's otherwise pasty face and started to say, "Ron . . . ."
But his old friend turned and strode away without a word. Harry heard the front door to Ron and Hermione's chambers slam shut with a bang immediately afterwards.
"Damn it," Harry muttered, rubbing a hand over his sleepy face. He turned to meet the dark stare of the man sharing his bed.
Severus lowered his wand. It was clear Ron had woken him from a sound sleep as well, which was understandable after what they'd done last night. This wasn't how he'd wanted this morning to go with Severus, either.
Severus gave a loud swallow, and then said, "I . . . apologize. This is my fault."
"What?" Harry stammered. Severus apologizing was amazing in itself. His apologizing for something for which he wasn't responsible was unprecedented.
"I should have left hours ago. It's my presence -"
Harry leaned over and cut the words off with a kiss.
"It's not your fault," Harry assured Severus when he pulled back a moment later. "And you're exactly where you should be. You never kick me out of your bed in the middle of the night. I just wish . . . ." His words cut off as another figure appeared in his bedroom door. Hermione was in her blue bathrobe with her wet hair up in a towel and a worried frown on her face.
Severus quickly pulled the duvet over his lower body.
"Sorry, Harry, Professor," she said, turning bright red at the sight of them. "Ron came in here, didn't he?"
Harry nodded.
"Damn. I was going to tell him about you when I got out of the loo," she said. "I'm sorry. How bad was it?"
"I don't know. He didn't say anything. He just . . . left," Harry said.
"One of us should go after him," she fretted.
All three of them exchanged a nervous glance.
Finally, Severus broke the tension. "Well, don't look at me. I don't even like the man. I'm not going after him. I will, however, accompany you, if you'd like." The words started out peevish, but ended in a much softer tone as Severus turned to look at him.
