Disclaimer: I only play in both of these worlds and make no money from borrowing characters and situations created by JK Rowling and sevs_lil_secret. The Lyrics from Simple Man belong to Lynyrd Skynyrd
Summary: Damon and Grant talk after Sev and Harry return from looking over the house on Copperhead Road.
AN: A cookie written for sevs_lil_secret’s fantastic story How Severus Spend His Summer Hols. Set Immediately after Chapter 69.
Simple Kind Of Man
Damon sat in bed watching Grant get ready for sleep. Simple Man by Skynyrd played softly in the background on the radio Grant insisted on having playing all the time.
“So, do you think you gave him enough grief about the chocolate syrup?” Damon asked his husband.
Grant laughed. “Did you see the look on his face? And poor Bit, looked like he wanted to melt into the floorboard of the truck.”
Grant crawled into bed while Damon held the covers up for him. He pulled Grant close once the other man was entirely under the covers. Grant rubbed his face across the other man’s chest.
“It’s good to have him home isn’t it, Damon.” Grant offered.
“Yes and he’s happy as well so that’s all we can ask for. They‘ll be good for each other.”
Grant grinned against Damon’s chest. “And in a few short months our grandbaby will be here. I can’t wait to spoil her rotten and then send her home to them. Teach her little things to drive Little Bird and Bit up the wall.”
Damon chuckled. “So how many do you think Bit will talk Sev into?”
Grant raised up to look at his blond husband. “Oh we have to try and get them to, at least have two. One of each. Any after that will be up to them but they have to have the requisite boy and girl curtain climbers.”
Damon started to laugh again and then frowned. “Now don’t go telling them that. Let Harry and Sev decide if they want more than this first one. Let’s get her here first.” Damon pulled Grant closer, holding him tight.
“I don’t want Sev going through what we went through. We are not that old coot, Dumbledore either. Let Sev and Bit decide on how many tricycle motors, they want to grant us.”
Grant sighed. “You’re right but then most times you always are.”
Damon did laugh at that. “And you had better remember that.”
Grant reached up and planted a kiss on his husband’s lips. “Love me?”
“Always.” Damon answered squeezing the other man even closer.
“No I meant love me, Master. Sir, please.”
Damon looked down into his husbands eyes. It wasn’t often that Grant asked like that. Forty-nine years they had been together and each time he looked into Grant’s eyes it was like the first time. He ran his hands up the wrinkled cheek of his sub and nodded. Damon bent to kiss first his eyes and then lingered on his mate’s lips. “Like I said, always, boy.”
He cupped the back of Grant’s head and lowered them flat to the bed. His fingers worked the buttons and pushed open the pyjama top. Hands splayed across the greying chest hairs and he rubbed the plains of Grant’s chest. The wrinkles faded as he caressed his man.
The years vanished when Grant ran his gnarled hand against Damon’s stubbly cheek. Before him was a man in his prime, flesh firm and unmarred by time, and his fingers and hands knew how to bring his Dom the pleasure he so richly deserved.
Grant lifted his hips as Damon dragged the pyjama bottoms off and flung them from their bed. Grant helped to remove Damon’s own sleep pants. When the flannel bottoms went flying, Damon drew Grant back into his arms and rubbed against the other man.
And be a simple kind of man. Be something you love and understand. Be a simple kind of man.
Simply Damon loved Grant. His hand reached between them and grasped both erections. Grant’s hips thrust in response to the firm grip of his Dom and the touch of the other man’s skin against his own. His breath came faster as Damon worked their flesh in time.
Softly Damon whispered words of love to his mate and Grant responded in kind. Soft sighs and moans filled the room and their magic rose and crested sending them over the edge and into the abyss.
Damon reached over Grant for his wand and summoned a wet washcloth from the bathroom. Grant caught it and gently clean the other man first before Damon’s hand joined his own and took over. He tossed the soiled cloth away and spooned Grant close once again. The music still played on in the background.
Follow your heart and nothing else. And you can do this if you try. All I want for you my son, Is to be satisfied.
“Satisfactory, boy?” Damon’s sleepy voice growled in Grant’s ear.
Grant shivered. “Perfect, Sir. As always.”
He snuggled down into the warmth of the bed and Damon’s arm, safe and content that his little family was home where they belonged.