Red wine seeped into the white lace tablecloth as the table continued shaking. The sound of breaking glass was heard more than once but the number was inconsequential as the effect on the lovers was nil. Hands gripped the cloth tightly with the intention of gaining purchase but only proceeded to send the pudding to the floor with a crash. Soon bare hands met wood; the sweat slicked chest was pressed forward, flush with the table top. Legs spread wide welcomed his lover into him, over and over, in time with the beat of the heart pounding in his chest.
“Severus?” Harry asked as they watched the fire crackling merrily in the hearth.
“What is it, Harry?” Severus responded taking his lover’s hand, brushing it along his stubbled cheek before bringing it to his lips for a gentle kiss.
“Can we do this again next year?” Harry closed his eyes, resting his head on the back of the couch.
“And what of the Weasleys?” Severus questioned, arching one velvety black brow.
“I can visit the Weasleys on Boxing Day maybe. I loved spending the day alone with you.” Harry kissed the man’s warm lips.
“I think that can be arranged.”
“Is there anything else that we can arrange?” Harry asked as he unbuttoned and opened Severus's shirt. Trailing kisses down his lover’s chest, he flicked his tongue over the flat nipples.
“I believe there is,” Severus replied arching into Harry, his hard prick pushing into Harry’s chest.
Harry continued lower, undoing his lover’s trousers and revealing his straining cock. Harry licked and teased before taking it in his mouth; moaning and sucking, encouraging the prick into ultimate pleasure.
Severus bucked, filling Harry’s mouth and praising the gods.
This was a tradition Severus wanted to keep for many years to come.