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After several long minutes listening to Severus mutter under his breath and make unnecessary noise with the breakfast plates, Harry couldn't stay silent any longer.
"Severus, baby, what's wrong?"
A glass shattered as Severus tossed it into the sink.
"Wrong? Whyever would you think anything's wrong?"
Harry was quick to hide his smile. When Severus was in a bad mood, he rarely appreciated anyone mentioning it. Nor did he admit to being upset, even when he was fuming. But Harry had learned not to give in to his temper.
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe because you haven't said a word to me all morning, and now you're breaking dishes we got as wedding presents? And because you are, you know, cranky?"
Severus didn't respond, but Harry could practically hear his teeth grinding as he poured himself coffee and slapped a pile of omelette onto his plate. Harry fetched a cup for himself, puzzled by his husband's mood.
"I thought we had a good time last night, baby. I slept like the dead after. Didn't you sleep well?"
Severus huffed and sat down at the table. "Some had a good time. Some slept well. And stop calling me baby."
Harry frowned. During their eight months together, he'd gathered some understanding of what made Severus happy and what set him off, but their togetherness was still far from seamless. It was entirely possible Harry had missed something important.
"You came twice, right? And it looked like you enjoyed yourself. I mean, if I failed somehow, then you should–"
"Failed? You, the Chosen One?" Severus' voice dripped with venom. "How could the young and virile Saviour of the Wizarding World possibly fail at anything?"
Okay. Something was definitely off. Badly. And Harry was going to get to the bottom of it.
"Well, it was a long week at work, so it's possible I might have–"
A sudden thought hit him. He glanced at Severus, taking in all the signs, everything the man was revealing and everything he wasn't. The tenseness, the scorn, the careful facade as if he'd never needed anyone a day in his life and never would. The least Harry Potter, the impossible brat with the brain of a Flobberworm.
"You would have wanted another round," Harry said, not asking but voicing what he'd realised.
Severus merely sneered and shoved a large forkful of omelette into his mouth.
"And I…" Harry frowned, trying to remember. He'd been exhausted after the chaotic week at the Ministry. "I fell asleep."
Right after they'd both come. Just rolled onto his back and dozed off. Without a single word to check whether Severus was satisfied, or if he still required attention. Oh, Merlin…
Severus stood and took his unfinished plate with him. "My appetite seems rather less than I assumed."
This couldn't go on a second longer. One of the first things Harry had learned about Severus was that settling arguments swiftly was not an option; it was a necessity. The man's anger tended to grow out of proportion incredibly fast, and repairing the wreckage later was pure hell.
He caught Severus by the wrist and looked him straight in the eyes. "Baby, I'm sorry."
"For the hundredth time, do not call me baby!" Severus snapped, giving Harry a glare so deadly that two years ago, it would have made Harry shrink under its weight. But not anymore.
Gently, he eased the plate from Severus' grip and set it on the counter, then took both Severus' hands into his.
"You're cranky because you were horny and I let you down, I get it. We'll fix this."
Eyes flashing, Severus pulled his hands away. "If you think for one moment that I need anything from you, you are delusional. I took care of myself last night and, as your stamina appears to fall short of expectation, I shall continue to do so in the future as well."
This time, Harry allowed a small smile to play at the corner of his mouth. If there was one thing he could always count on, it was Severus denying how much he needed, even depended on, Harry's touch. Even when it was an obvious lie.
He let his gaze trail down the front of Severus' silk dressing gown. A luxurious piece of clothing Harry had got for Severus' birthday, loose and airy, but remarkably poor at hiding the beautiful erection underneath.
"Oh, I have no doubt you could manage on your own," Harry said, pulling on the sash and watching the garment fall slightly open, "but the thing is, I like putting my cock inside you. You make such pretty noises when I fuck you."
Severus' face was as if carved from stone, but he made no move to stop Harry.
Deciding that silence was the closest thing to an invitation he was going to get, Harry leaned in, lips brushing Severus' ear, and whispered. "I'm rested and ready. If you like, you could have me fill you in three seconds. This time, I won't disappoint you."
At that, Severus lifted his chin and stepped back, drawing the dressing gown around himself again. "You think too highly of yourself, Potter. You had your chance last night. I have other plans for today."
Far from giving up, Harry took hold of Severus' waist. "Yeah? Surely nothing for the next hour or so. You know I can work miracles in far less time."
He wasn't even bragging. Early in their relationship, Harry had kept score of how fast he could strip Severus of his iron self-control and reduce him to a puddle of whimpering need. Record time was five minutes. All it had taken was magical bonds and a soul-sucking blowjob.
Judging by the faint blush creeping over his cheeks, Severus seemed to recall this too. When Harry pulled the man flush against him and threaded a hand into his long hair, he didn't resist.
Harry ground his erection against Severus' and arched a brow. "Ready to take my cock, precious?"
Without waiting for another insult or objection, Harry captured Severus' lips. Holding him close, one hand stroking the nape of his neck, the other trailing down the slope of his back to cup his buttocks, he kissed the man with gentle bites and teasing pulls, slow slides of tongue against tongue, deep and thorough until all tenseness had faded from his husband's frame.
When Harry pulled back, Severus' gaze was unfocused, his breathing heavy, and his lips a gorgeous shade of red.
"Turn around and bend over for me," Harry murmured, nudging Severus towards the table.
The man didn't even try to play hard to get.
"Don't think this changes anything," Severus grumbled but leaned forward onto his elbows on the surface anyway, allowing Harry to pull up his dressing gown and bare his shapely and very nude behind.
The bite marks from yesterday still patterned his buttocks and thighs, the numerous bruises and scratches vivid on his pale skin a glorious reminder of their passion. Harry traced a gentle finger over the darkest ones. For some reason, Severus never wanted to heal any of them, and Harry loved seeing his claim written across Severus' body.
"Of course not. I'm just grateful you're giving me the chance to try to mend my mistake," Harry purred, caressing Severus' globes with dedicated, reverent hands as he considered his next move. "Lift your leg for me, sweetheart. I want a good view when I fuck you."
He helped Severus rest one leg on the table and proceeded to stroke his entrance, murmuring soft spells to prepare him. When the flesh beneath his touch was slick and pliant, Harry pressed a finger inside, his other hand reaching to attend Severus' cock with long, slow strokes, humming in delight.
"I could get used to this. Having you for breakfast."
Severus glanced over his shoulder, managing a look of withering boredom despite the precum leaking from his cock. "Is there a purpose for this foreplay? Get on with it, boy. I haven't got all day."
Harry chuckled. Bossing Harry around in bed was Severus' personal brand of sweet talk, but his lingering disappointment from the night before made him particularly edgy. Like a call for Harry to come and tame the wildfire that was his husband's bad mood.
"As you wish, dearest. Always ready to serve your needs."
Severus snorted. "Always, except at eleven pm after a workw–"
Without giving Severus the chance to finish, Harry pressed his cock against the slick opening and slid home, the sudden intrusion turning Severus' grumble into a groan. Although the penetration was rougher than usual, Harry decided the choice was the right one.
"Better?" he asked and kept on pressing, past every last bit of resistance until he was buried balls-deep in Severus' tightness and heat.
The response came as broken breaths and muffled moans, and Harry smiled, taking the chance to adjust his position. If he wanted to truly make the man lose his mind, he needed the perfect angle to hit his sweet spot.
"Barely," Severus finally managed. "Depends on how you continue from here."
A challenge if there ever was one. The fact that Severus had never been easy, never something Harry could take for granted, made his cock throb harder. Of all the things he could be doing in the world, striving to seduce Severus, to rise to the impossible standards he set, would always thrill him most.
"Then I suggest you hold on, love, cause you're about to get railed."
Taking a good, firm hold of Severus' bony hips, he pulled almost all the way out then drove straight back in, grinning at the raw cry it drew from Severus. Setting a ruthless pace, he continued pounding with abandon, not quite as hard as he could have, but rough enough for Severus to forget his complaints. Given the feverish sounds spilling from the man's lips, the approach seemed to be working well indeed.
The only problem with fucking Severus with such carelessness was Harry's own pleasure, building much too fast. The sight of Severus bent over the table, serving his arse for Harry and making noises that betrayed his arousal despite his stubborn pride was just too damn delicious not to get into his head. And his groin.
Pausing to catch his breath, Harry leaned over Severus' back and nibbled at his earlobe. "Feeling alright, darling? Am I doing okay?"
Severus huffed as if the deed was something he merely tolerated, but when Harry's mouth descended to his neck, he tilted his head to offer Harry better access.
"I suppose you may proceed," he rasped, voice hoarse. "Assuming you can keep this up for more than two minutes. Last night, you seemed to be in a bit of a hurry."
Harry sank his teeth into Severus' shoulder, savouring the wince and the shiver moving down the man's body. Severus had always loved being bit and bruised, and since they started dating, not a day had passed that his skin wasn't decorated with Harry's marks.
"That was last night. Today, I'm in the mood to hear you beg." He reached around Severus' waist to take hold of his cock again. "Or perhaps you need some extra attention?"
In rhythm with his thrusts, Harry stoked Severus in his fist, wiping his thumb over the leaking head and using the slick to smooth the slide. The plunges into Severus' arse, however, he kept sharp, angled to batter Severus' prostate like the man wanted. Although Harry was soon panting, his muscles protesting the early workout, the growing tremble in Severus' hips revealed his reward was close.
He wasn't wrong.
In only a few more minutes, a groan mixed with frustration and urgency escaped Severus' throat. The most wonderful sound in the whole world.
"Potter…"
Harry knew exactly what he wanted, but he needed the man to ask for it himself.
"Yes, love?"
Severus clutched the edges of the table, breath ragged against the wooden surface. "Get your mouth down here and talk to me, you brat."
Leaning over him, Harry brought his lips to Severus' ear again.
"Like this?" he whispered, licking the shell of Severus' ear then biting his cheek, the gesture of ownership earning him a soft, shuddering cry.
Merlin's balls, he was gorgeous.
"Potter… Harry… please."
All pretence was gone from Severus' voice, and Harry had no desire to torment him any further. This was what he craved the most: the man he loved, stripped bare of the layers of defences he used to shield himself from the world, acknowledging that Harry had something he could not live without.
"You've been so good to me, Severus," Harry murmured into his hair, grinding against his arse but holding back proper thrusts. "So patient and forgiving, letting me fuck you again even though I disappointed you so badly yesterday."
Severus squirmed at the lack of friction. "Potter…"
"I wish there was more I could do for you. To show you how precious you are to me, how all I want is for you to be happy."
The hands braced on both sides of Severus' head curled into fists. "If you don't hurry up, Potter, I swear…"
Harry slammed his cock into him, skin meeting skin with a sharp smack.
"Is this what you want?" he purred. "To lie there moaning while I fuck the disappointment out of you?"
Another brutal thrust, and Severus whimpered. "Please…"
Harry didn't falter in his slow and punishing rhythm. "Please what, Severus?"
Every thrust came with force, shoving the table a little closer to the wall.
"Please, make me come," the man panted.
"And are you my baby, Severus?"
"Yes… yes… Anything you want."
Harry grinned and tightened his grip. Driving into Severus with everything he had, rubbing his erection with firm strokes, he wasn't focused on his own pleasure but that of Severus', set to give the man something he would feel for the rest of the day. Preferably the whole week.
Severus' moans were loud and laboured, as though Harry was pushing the air out of his lungs with every thrust.
"That's it, baby. Sing for me. Tell me how much you love my cock, how you'll give yourself to me whenever I ask."
Severus' moans had broken into gasps, erratic and shallow, like he couldn't draw in enough air no matter how he tried.
"Harder, Harry… Please… "
Sweat dripping from his forehead, breath harsh and heavy, Harry pounded into the man like a wild bull, hand flying on his cock with the same unrelenting fury. He was close, too close to hold off much longer, but by the looks of it, all Severus needed was one final push.
"You feel so fucking good, baby. Now come into my hand so I can paint you arse with my cum."
Severus did always have a soft spot for Harry talking dirty. With a few more thrusts and strokes, the man let out a helpless, breathless cry, his cock pulsing against Harry's palm, and his arse clenching tight around Harry's cock.
And that, as always, was Harry's undoing.
"So beautiful… Now take my load, baby."
The last word came with a hoarse groan as his pleasure peaked. Once, twice more, he rutted into Severus' sweet body, a wave of blinding bliss sweeping over him as his seed spilled into the man.
Spent and sated, Harry slumped over Severus' back, his whole body throbbing with the rapid beat of his heart.
He was younger, yes, and liked to pride himself on outlasting Severus in every endeavour in bed, but their months together had proven that wasn't always the case. Severus was demanding and greedy, and pleasing him meant giving absolutely everything Harry had. Difficult as it sometimes was to keep the man happy, Harry savoured every second. He couldn't even imagine how bored he would get with an easier lover.
While Harry fought to gather his breath, Severus let out a soft, contented sigh, the last tremors moving through his body with the ease of a summer breeze. Basking in the afterglow, he was in no hurry to move.
Eventually, Harry's pulse had calmed enough for him to form words. "How was that for an apology, love?"
Severus motioned for him to get up, and Harry lifted his weight off his back. He slid out and stepped away, watching as Severus straightened and stretched, the sight reminding him of a cat rousing from a nap. Well-rested, perfectly content, ready for the day ahead.
"Adequate, I suppose."
Harry shook his head, grinning. In Severus' love language, that was high praise, but it did feel funny every time Harry heard it.
"Care to finish your breakfast now? The omelette has cooled, but I could…"
"No. I think I'll head to the shower. And then back to bed. You can bring me a cup of fresh coffee there."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Just… coffee?"
Severus looked at him from beneath his lashes. "Unless you have something else to offer?"
"Let me eat first and I'll be right with you, baby." He paused as the word slipped again and glanced at Severus, but the man's expression remained unchanged. "Is it okay if I call you that? I thought you enjoyed it before, but today it seemed to upset you."
"You call me plenty of things," Severus snorted. "Some are sappy, some juvenile. Some plain ridiculous. I fail to see the difference here."
"Yeah, well…" Harry was still uncertain. "I know some of them are silly, but they're all meant to feel nice to you too, and if that's not the case…"
Without warning, Severus cupped his face and kissed him with a passion Harry was entirely unprepared for. When he withdrew, Harry's head felt dizzy and his knees weak, but the fire in Severus' eyes anchored him firmly back to the present.
"Harry, before you, no one had ever called me anything kind. No one had ever looked at me like you do, spoken to me like you do, or fucked me like you do, making me feel like my existence actually matters to someone. Frankly, you can call me a troll if you want. And if you continue treating me so well, I might quit my job and demand you quit yours, so we can spend every hour of every day in bed. Forever."
For a moment, Harry was speechless. Although he had never been uncertain of Severus' feelings for him, the moments he chose to put his affection into words were rare. And it left Harry completely in awe of how deeply the man felt for him. Not that Harry's own feelings were anything less. Expressing love and devotion was just so much simpler through actions.
"Sounds tempting. I'm sure the Ministry would understand," he whispered.
The corners of Severus' lips curled up. "For now, I'll settle for that coffee in bed, and perhaps another good hump after, if you're up to it."
Severus trailed a hand down to stroke Harry's cock, already responding to the touch, and pursed his lips into a smirk. Then he turned on his heels and headed towards the bathroom, hips loose, dressing gown hanging at his elbows as though he was feeling too decadent to wear it properly.
Harry watched him go and swallowed.
To eat or to follow, that was the question. Eating something would be wise and give him some much-needed energy for the hours ahead. On the other hand, if he skipped breakfast and went after the man, he could have his hands on Severus' warm and wet body in no time at all. The noise they made in the steamy bathroom had always been exquisite, a shared indulgence.
In the end, not much of a choice.
"Make some room, Princess. I'm coming to the shower with you!"