Warning: Drunken comment pr0n below
Because too much drinking always has consequences ... of one kind or another.
Harry lay back on the settee, one foot on the floor, his other leg slung up over the back. His worn, tattered robe hung open, baring his naked body. The candles guttered, making the light dim and unpredictable. Raising the bottle to his mouth, he glugged the last of the whiskey. When the bottle was empty, he tossed it at the fireplace, where it smashed down on the shards of other bottles that had been discarded the same way.
"Fuck it," he said, "Fuck them all," and ran his fingers up and down his cock. Not too drunk to get hard. Never too hard for that. Even though he lay here alone, night after night.
"Is that really what you desire, Mr Potter?" The voice was liquid smooth, containing worlds of potential as it had on that first day when Harry was too young to know what that shivery feeling meant.
"Fuck you too. Ya greasy git, all oily hair and promises and and oily... oily everyfin."
"If you insist. However I believe we would both find more pleasure in the reverse position." A dark figure came around the settee, knelt down in front of Harry. Long fingers twined with Harry's, squeezing his cock that much tighter.
"You left. You left just like she did. Went away and di'n't come back."
"I came back. I am here now."
Harry flung out his free arm, narrowly missing the face that hovered over him and tangling his hand in the long, black hair. "Halluc'nation. Tha's all, yeah."
"I am not a hallucination. Although," the thin lipped mouth quirked in displeasure, "I would not be suprised if you saw a few pink elephants dancing around."
"Not..." Harry's voice was husky, cracked. "You're real?"
"Very." Severus turned his head and kissed the palm of the hand that was clutching at his hair. Then he bent down and licked the head of Harry's cock, tongue pushing the foreskin back, teasing that spot until Harry was bucking up and up and up.
"God. Missed you. Missed you. Missed you." Harry let go of his cock and scrabbled for the wand that he'd allowed to slip behind the cushions. It took him three attempts to get the flick and the wave and the words right, but then they were both naked and Harry was clean and slick and beyond ready.
Hardness pushed into him. Severus' cock, all of its lovely, thick length. Harry pulled down with his hands, pressed with his heels, twisted and thrust his hips. He groaned when his knees were pushed down against his chest, whimpered when the hardness withdrew only to cry his joy when Severus slammed back in again. Soon, too soon, he was coming and coming, arse muscles clenching and clenching until Severus was shuddering his own pleasure.
A few minutes or maybe an hour later, Harry shifted and shoved at Severus' shoulder.
"Mmm...?"
"Get off me. I gotta go."
Severus raised his head, hair falling into narrowed eyes. "You wish to leave?"