Summary: Set the summer before the beginning of Summer Hols. Harry and Severus talk and decide to take their relationship to the next level.
Warnings: Self Harm, BDSM, Language, Sexual Situations, Mentions of Mpreg, Dirty Talk
Authors Notes: A shift in the dynamics of Harry and Severus’ relationship causes Harry to shift his perception of reality.
The Last Kiss
Severus sat at his desk in his dungeon chambers, grading the papers of his third year Hufflepuff class and trying not to think about Harry's meeting with the Headmaster and if he got his appointment as the DADA instructor. He tried not to think about the changes that would occur in their little world if he got the post. He knew it would do much to bolster Harry's fragile world and the young man needed it, so he would be as supportive as he could be when the time came. He just couldn't help but think of how empty his four-poster was going to be without the brat. He glanced up at the clock on the wall and Harry's hand read 'Coming Home'. He laid his quill down and sat back in his chair, bracing himself for whatever came through their door.
Harry stomped down the dungeon stairs and headed for the chambers he had shared with Severus. Well not anymore any way. Dumbledore and the Governors had approved the appointment but they had also given him new quarters to go with said appointment. Harry had tried to protest but the Headmaster had stepped in and thanked the Governors for their time and sent them on their way with a stern glance at Harry to tell him to keep his mouth shut. Once they were gone, Albus had him sign the contract and then explained the morals clause. He had turned his back on the old man and had come straight here.
Harry opened the door to Severus’ room and slammed it shut. For good measure he opened it again and slammed it once more. He stood there for a moment then started to shuck off his outer robes. "Severus!"
He called out to the other man. "Severus!" He got tangled up in his rage and screamed in frustration.
Severus let out a sigh of frustration. This wasn't going to be good. "I'm at my desk, Harry." He called out. He could only imagine the shite Albus had told him. How their relationship couldn't be seen by the students. It was preposterous really. In the whole bloody Wizarding world homosexuality was widely accepted, but at Hogwarts, the Governors chose to rule by antiquated by laws that made he and others like him out as deviants.
"Come in and tell me what was said Harry. It cannot be all that bad." He called out again as he lifted his wand and summoned the Firewhisky and two tumblers from the sideboard. Actually, as he knew, it could be worse. He had been surprised each day he'd awoke and found he'd not yet been sacked for supposedly buggering the Boy Who Lived.
He poured them both several fingers of the amber liquid and pushed back from the desk, listening to Harry throw things about in the antechamber. Yes, that was the books by the door from the sound of the thunk. Thank Merlin for house elves. "Potter, get your overly dramatic arse in here this instant."
Harry stomped into Severus’ den. He stared, huffing, at the older man. "I got it and the new quarters that go with the position. Stupid Morals Clause as well." He scowled. "It's not like we hang all over one another in the Halls. Bloody hell Filch strokes on Mrs. Norris more openly than we do." He flung himself into the wingback chair across from the desk and pouted. "What is the big deal?"
Silently, Severus handed him a tumbler and drained his own before he spoke. "I must wonder how much they would care if it were anyone besides the ex Death Eater and the boy Saviour that were in question." He said quietly. Standing, he walked over to where Harry was sitting and stroked the younger man's cheek. "You and I both know we are discreet, but the Governors follow the bylaws set down by the Founders. So, where do they have you housed?"
Harry snorted. "You would think I could take care of myself and they would be happy I had you under my control." He chuckled lightly and then leaned into the caress and sighed. "Across the damn castle." He sipped the alcohol and then leaned his head back and looked up at Severus. "Almost to Gryffindor Tower."
Severus closed his eyes again and let a snort of disgust out. "Thank you, you meddlesome old bint. That witch isn't going to be happy until you're married off to that Weasley girl." he said as he dropped back into his chair. "How soon are you to move into your new quarters?"
He shook his head and studied his stained fingers for a moment, eyes taking in the scars, the clipped short nails, the wrinkles, the stains left by untold ingredients and years of toil. He knew the rest of his body was the same. Perhaps this was for the best. "You are aware the school year end's soon, correct?" When he got no response, he continued. "Have you given thought to your summer plans?"
"Yes." Harry muttered. "Dumbledore said I could move in after I signed the contract, which I am assuming that means now." He looked up at Severus. "I was hoping to spend the summer with you." He cleared his throat. "That is if you want me to." He said softly. "I haven't really decided what I wanted to do but I suppose I have to get myself ready for the new term."
Severus didn't speak for a long moment, but looked into the fire instead. "I will not be in the country Harry."
"Oh.” Harry stared at him, then looked to the floor. "Where are you going? I... I mean if I can, ask."
Severus looked up at him and nodded. "I generally spend each school holiday in the States with family, Harry. I've done so for many years now. You'll be able to reach me if you wish to speak." he said as he reached a hand out to the young man. He hoped he was doing the right thing by giving Harry some space to be by himself and explore his options without having to feel loyal to him. And to be perfectly honest, he needed to see the Wolffe's; the last visit to his Father's estate had been brutal. "I will return before start of term Harry."
Harry took the offered hand and left his chair. He scrambled up into the older man's lap. "You promise that I can reach you?" He laid his head on Severus' shoulder and then twisted his fingers in the long black hair that was curling next to his face. He swallowed. "You promise that you are going to come back? To me?"
Severus cradled the smaller man to him and stroked his back gently. "Would you rather I stay, love?" He pressed a kiss to the famous scar on the lightly tanned forehead and looked into the worried emerald green eyes.
Harry started to nod his head and then changed his mind. "No, you need to see your family." He blinked. "Just tell me when you are coming back and I think I will be alright." He whispered softly.
Severus summoned his diary from his bedside table and looked at the calendar dates he'd marked within and then closed his eyes calculating. "Come on, up you get Harry, I need to make a fire call,” he said as he patted the younger man's arse and stood, stretching, the calendar dangling from his fingertips.
Harry stood and watched as Severus' long frame stretched out before him he reached out and rubbed up and down the man's torso.
Severus bent down and kissed the top of his head before he grabbed a handful of floo powder and tossed it into the flames. He looked at Harry before he knelt down and said "Damon and Grant Wolffe."
Harry heard the names and decided to give his lover a moment of peace. He still had to clean up his mess from the tantrum he had once he returned to Severus' quarters.
Severus leaned into the flames and smiled as he looked into the face of Damon Wolffe. "Hello Damon. I hope I didn't interrupt anything."
Damon grinned. "Hey Sev. I wouldn't have answered you if you had been. It's good to see you, son. We missed you last year." He turned away from the fire and yelled at his spouse. "Grant, get your scrawny Indian butt over here, it's Sev." He returned his gaze to the man in the fire. "All ready for the trip? Max is chomping at the bit wanting to know if I have heard from you."
Severus smiled sadly as he looked to the people he considered his parents. "About my trip Damon."
Damon's face fell. "Are you not coming again this year?"
The Potions Master wished at that moment he could reach out and touch the man he was talking to. He had so missed him. He had been used to seeing them each Christmas, Easter, and summer holiday and since Harry had come into his life, he'd seen them a total of a month in nearly a year and a half. "I'll be there Damon. I just can't be there as long as I'd originally planned to be. Harry can't be left alone that long." He looked at the man who had joined Damon and gave Grant a smile, he had spoken for hours with him about Harry. "I'll be arriving two days before we leave for Sturgis and returning to Hogwarts the day after returning to Echo."
Damon frowned. "That young man you were telling us about? Has something happened to him?" Grant asked as he pushed Damon aside to get a better look at the man he had claimed as his son. "He hasn't had a relapse has he? I am telling you Sev, bring him with you and I will have a talk with him."
"He's accepted a post here at the school and he's been ordered to separate quarters. When I mentioned being gone over the summer, he was upset, so I thought it best to simply shorten my holiday to relieve his anxiety. Grant, I am afraid he may not be ready to visit yet, especially the rally." He said as he ran a hand through his hair and glanced at the partially closed door. "Please convey my greetings to Max and that I am so sorry that I won't be there when I had originally thought. I will contact him in a day or so."
Grant sighed. "Alright Sev. But I think it would do him a world of good to see you away from that oppressive castle. I'll let Max know."
Severus looked down at the floor for the moment and then looked up once more. He reached his hand into the fire as if to touch the other man and smiled wistfully. "I'll call you again in a few days, I promise." He said as the flames died back down and he knelt there for a moment longer before getting back to his feet. "I'm finished Harry." he said as he sat back in his chair and set his diary on the table next to him and he poured another drink.
Harry peered around the door and looked at Severus. He entered the room and stood before the other man. "I cleaned up the mess I made and started packing my things,” he said quietly.
Severus pulled him down to his lap and kissed him gently. "Let Albus wait. Do you begin teaching before end of term or the beginning of next term?" he asked as he rubbed his back to reassure him. He really didn't want to spend the night alone.
Harry leaned into the kiss and caressed. "Next term. He told me he would give the summer to straighten all my affairs out." He scowled against the black woollen robes and then turned his face into them. He breathed in the scent of the other man and sighed as his once again rising ire levelled back out.
“Then bugger Albus, stay here for a while longer. Let's irritate Minerva even more." Severus chuckled as he stretched his long legs out and rested his head back on the chair. "I've made alterations to my summer plans Harry. I'll only be away for just under a fortnight."
Harry laughed with Severus for a moment then the rest of his words sank in. He sat up and looked at the other man. "Why? You told me that you were going to see them for the summer."
"I didn't want you to fret." he said simply as he shifted Harry on his lap and closed his eyes, glad it was Friday and a Hogsmeade weekend. "Unfortunately, I'll need to leave the evening of your birthday, but I'll return on the twelfth, so not so bad, then?" he said as he ruffled the younger man's hair. "You'll be visiting the Weasley's at that time, won't you?"
Harry scowled and pulled his head out from under the ruffling hand. "I suppose. Mrs. Weasley has been asking when I am going to come around again." He looked up into the fathomless black eyes he had fallen in love with. "You didn't have to change your plans for me, you know. I promise I am not going to fall apart anymore." He leaned down and hugged Severus to him again.
"We'll see Mr. Potter. Perhaps I'll bugger you on the top table at Minerva's place before breakfast on the last day just to set the mood for the summer." He smirked. "Are you hungry, Harry?" He asked as he noted that he himself was hungry and he didn't know if the younger man had taken the midday meal since he'd not been able to get away from the Great Hall.
Harry blushed and chuckled. "You wouldn't." He raised an eyebrow in imitation of the Potions Master. "I guess I could eat something."
"Do you doubt me, Mr. Potter? Doubt that I'd spread your thighs and bury myself bollocks deep in you while you yowled to rival the noise Filch's cat and that wretched tabby makes? Doubt that I'd leave her a sample of pearly cream on her plate to sample?" He purred in his rich, treacle thick voice. "Did you eat at noon, Harry?"
Harry groaned and pinked even more. "Don't say things like that, Severus." He thought back over his day and hung his head. "No, I forgot." His traitorous tummy echoed the sentiment by gurgling loudly. He clamped his hand over his mouth and stomach at the same time.
Severus chuckled and watched him pink. "What have we discussed about you not eating? Did you at least remember your nutrient potion? What shall we have for supper, I am not dining in the Great Hall this evening." He said as he scooted Harry from his lap and went to the fireplace and waited for Harry to decide on whatever tickled his fancy that evening. "We should go investigate your new quarters after hours tonight, you know. See how far they are from everyone else's." He said thoughtfully as he unbuttoned his teaching robes and tossed them haphazardly to the divan, rolling up his shirtsleeves and waiting on Harry's decision. "Come now Potter, I shan't die of starvation whilst you decide on puddings."
Harry scowled again. "I know I am supposed to eat but I got caught up in what I was doing and forgot. I did however remember the potion this morning." He looked at Severus. "You know I didn't even go look at them myself. When Albus told me I was issued quarters with the contract I kinda blanked on them." He sank back into Severus' chair. "Order whatever you like Severus, I am more than certain you will make me eat all of it." He pouted.
"If you are going to be cheeky Mr. Potter, I will make my way to the Great Hall and be miserable where I can at least create misery in a greater magnitude." He snapped as he raised a brow and plucked his robe up once more, tossing it about his shoulders. "Perhaps once I return you will be fit for company." And with that he walked out of his quarters and closed the door behind him. He strode down the hallways, glaring at any student that dared to get in his way and finally made his way to the Great Hall where he found himself wanting to slap the smug little smile off of Minerva's wrinkled face. He ate in silence, barely picking at his meal and left quickly as was seemingly polite.
Harry stared after him in shock. Fine. If Severus wanted to be like that he could. Harry curled into a ball in the chair and wrapped his arms about himself. He didn't need to eat; he had gone before without eating and he would do it again.
Severus stalked into his chambers throwing the door open and slamming it into the wall. He was fed up with the nasty little insinuations from his so-called colleagues. They could all sod off for all he cared. Right now all he wanted was a snifter of brandy and a cuddle with Harry. He angrily unbuttoned and threw off his robes and entered their living quarters and found the younger man curled up in his chair dozing. There were no signs of any meal eaten. "Potter!" He roared as he snatched the boy out of the chair and stood him on his feet. "Did I not tell you to eat supper?" He glared down at the half awake brat in the flickering firelight and felt the urges he’d been tamping down rise up. He gave Harry a good shake when he did not answer immediately.
Harry groaned. "Yes Sir." He hung his head. "I was going to but I fell asleep."
Severus dropped his hand from the younger man's shoulder and went to the floo and ordered a simple meal for him to eat, a moment later an elf popped in with it and pumpkin juice in hand. Severus thanked the small elf and took the meal. As soon as it had popped away, the professor looked at Harry and shook his head. "I cannot trust you to eat a simple meal without standing over you to be certain you do so." He placed the plate on the side table and motioned to Harry, "Come here."
Harry scowled. "You know I am not your student anymore, Severus. I am not trying to be cheeky. No, I guess I am being a pain in the arse about things. You didn't have to change your plans. " He walked over to Severus and looked up into the man's face. "Here I am, Severus. What have you ordered for me?"
"Do be quiet Mr. Potter, I've heard quite enough out of you for one night. Now sit. I've ordered you a bowl of porridge and toast. My plans have been made and they are not open to discussion." Severus said as he placed one hand on Harry's shoulder and sat him in the chair and forced the bowl into his hands, standing over him with his arms folded over his chest daring Harry to say something else. "Eat Mr. Potter, for I have no compunctions about feeding you myself."
Harry crossed his arms. "Can we please talk about this?" He picked up the spoon and twirled it in the porridge. "I am not a baby, Mr. Snape."
Severus looked at Harry, arching his brow. "The time for talking ended nearly two hours ago Harry. You gave up that right when you declined to follow instructions and eat your evening meal in a timely manner." He replied as he took the bowl and spoon from his young lover's hands and spooned up a bite of it, pressing it to the full lips of the younger man. "Now eat."
Harry opened his mouth to speak and the spoon was shoved in. He choked down the porridge. "Ugh. It doesn't have any butter or syrup in it. Severus. Please." he looked up at his lover.
"Those were privileges that could have been discussed earlier Harry, now open your mouth." Severus said dispassionately as he spooned up another bite and held it for his lover. "I distinctly recall having several discussions with you in regards to your weight, I also distinctly recall you promising that you would continue to follow the diet regime put to you for optimum health." After that bite was delivered, he sat the spoon in the bowl and held the glass of cold pumpkin juice to Harry's lips. "Now drink."
Harry sighed and tilted his head back to drink the pumpkin juice. "Yes, Sir." He closed his eyes and waited for the next bite to rub against his lips. He had wondered how long Severus would put up with him. He remembered those days when all he did was lay in the floor after Severus had found him. He slipped back into that role easily. "This boy is sorry, Sir."
Severus set the glass down on the table, and then laid his hand against Harry's smooth cheek for a moment. "You must eat Harry, I cannot bear the thought of you being ill from not eating. Now open up." He gently spooned another bite of porridge into his mouth, waited a moment and fed him a torn bit of toast. With butter. While Harry chewed, the older man looked down at him and took in the closed eyes and the contrite look on his young face. "I am not angry with you, little one." He said as he fed him more porridge.
"Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir." Harry leaned into the touch.
Severus' eyes widened as he realized what Harry had said. "Harry...what am I to you?" he asked careful to keep his voice neutral. He was unsure if this was the healthiest thing for the younger man after what he'd gone through, although he'd not lie; the thought made his own shrivelled heart soar.
Harry opened his eyes and looked up at Severus. "My Only, Sir." He whispered softly and smiled. "Your Only."
Severus continued to feed him as he thought about how to proceed. Oh he was a Dom, there was no questioning that, he'd mentored for several years strictly under Damon Wolffe and even now the older man was the one he sought out if he needed advice. He gazed at the fire for a moment and considered making another fire call that evening before turning his gaze back to Harry. "How can you want that again after what happened to you before? How can you give yourself again?" He asked as he held the glass to his lips and then daubed them with a napkin. He wasn't a gentle man. He wasn't even a particularly good man. "Why would you wish to?"
Harry thought about his answer for a moment. "It's different from before." He lowered his eyes. "Does it bother you?"
"It doesn't bother me. I just don't want you to feel as though you must do this. Besides how do you even know I have those tendencies?" He asked as gently as he was able as he gathered up the last bite and fed it to him. "What is it you exactly wish to be to me? To do for me." He knew that Harry had no idea that he was a Dom, they'd never spoken of that being a possibility between them; he’d always carefully kept it a neutral topic. "Why do you think I am one that would wish to be served? That I was not simply humouring you when you returned to Hogwarts with me?”
Harry hung his head. "I don't know." He whispered softly. "I'm sorry, Severus. I don't know what I am talking about. " He shook his head. "I was hoping that maybe…" He looked up at the obsidian eyes. "I didn't mean to imply that you would."
Severus put one stained, long finger under his chin and tipped his face up. "Talk to me, Harry. What is going on in your head? Tell me." He looked down at him and then ran his fingers through the unruly hair, giving it a slight tug.
Harry's eyes closed as he leaned into the hand on his head. He moaned softly when Severus pulled his hair. "It wasn't bad at first with Him. It only got worse as he found more and more ways to degrade me." He spoke quietly almost as if he shouldn't want what it was that he was trying to say. "I liked making sure he was taken care off. He took care of everything else for me so I could focus entirely on him." He opened his eyes and met Severus', before looking away. "I was needed for something beyond that of Harry Potter: Boy Who Lived."
"So you wish to serve? To forget what the world has heaped upon your thin shoulders? That is something I understand." He rumbled as he moved his hand down to caress an ear and then slide to cup his cheek. "And what makes you believe I am the one you should submit your will to? What makes you so certain I will not degrade you as well?" He asked as he rubbed his thumb over the arched cheekbones, the tip of his thumb brushing the long lashes that framed the brilliant emerald eyes he loved.
"You haven't in all this time I have been here." Harry gave himself over to the caresses on his skin. "You probably won't believe me when I say it was something I have wished to do for quite some time. Just for you."
"We will have clearly defined boundaries, Harry. You cannot allow yourself to sink so deeply that you lose yourself again, do you understand me?" The older man asked as he pulled the younger man up from the chair and settled in it himself, pulling Harry back down to his lap. "I would say we need to discuss what you need from this and what you wish to give it."
Harry settled against Severus' chest and felt the rumble as he spoke. The words sank in and he raised up to look at Severus. "What? Are ... are you certain? I mean I know you said it didn't bother you but..." He trailed off. "Oh." He said softly.
"At a loss for words, Mr. Potter?” He chuckled. "Go on, speak your mind little one."
Harry blushed. "It just dawned on me. That if you knew that much, you knew what I have been doing the whole time."
"I've been letting you find ‘your' way, Harry. Allowing you to heal and be yourself."
"Thank you." Harry settled against Severus' chest again. "Does this mean you will consider what I said?"
"Yes I will, however, I wish to know how you feel you wish to serve me." Severus said as he stroked the younger man's back. "I have ascertained from what you were put through before that what you learned was not learned willingly." He thought back to his previous relationships and realized he was out of his depth with Harry. "I need to know exactly how you feel serving should be done."
Harry played with the buttons on Severus' robes. His brow crinkled as he thought about it. "I like to be here when you come in from class and bringing you your brandy while you grade papers." He blushed as he remembered their first encounters in the loo. "I like scrubbing your back while we bathe." He sat up. "I want to take care of you. I like doing those things for you."
“I like that you do that as well, Harry. It makes my day complete to know you are waiting for me, but we need to discuss what you need physically from me and what you do not want physically." Severus said as he carded his fingers gently through the man's hair and smiled down into his open face. Harry was normally so easily read. "You do know that I enjoy taking care of you as well."
Harry revelled in the stroking Severus gave him. "Everything, anything as long as you continue to treat me as you have since you found me. That is all I ask." He smiled up at Severus. "I had hoped you would."
"How do you like to play, Harry?" He asked and took a chance by giving a rather hard tug to the unruly locks to see how his lover responded to it.
"Ow! Please, Sir not so hard." Harry's lips trembled and tears sprang unbidden to his eyes. His hand flew up to his head and rubbed carefully where Severus' hand had been.
Immediately Severus released his grip and looked down into the tearing eyes. "We'll need to set your boundaries Harry so that I do not go too far with you,” He said as he covered Harry's hand with his own. "Tell me what you don't wish to do."
"Well not that again, please. I don't mind you tugging on it but that hurt bad, Severus." Harry closed his eyes and willed away the memories of Morgan dragging him around by his hair before he decided that Harry should be smooth over his entire body. "Is there a way we can set the boundaries as we go, Severus?" He opened his eyes and looked up at his lover. "I don't know my limits."
"What do you understand about the way this is supposed to work Harry? To you, how is it supposed to work?" Severus asked as he tried not to shudder at the young man's words. He swallowed, wondering if he'd ever feel comfortable enough to try to show the younger man some of the activities he found enjoyable. He knew that he could live without them and pretty much decided that he would be doing so.
"I'm there for you to use and abuse Severus, in whichever way you see fit. I would like it not to be like Him but if you want to use me that way, I'll let you." Harry leaned down and nuzzled the other man's chest.
Severus closed his eyes at his words and stroked Harry's hair. "No love, no one is going to touch you like that again. Ever." he said as he quietly thanked whatever gods where responsible for him leaving most of his gear in the States. The last thing he needed was for Harry to find some of his belongings and begin to think he was in danger of someone he trusted once more.
"You know that we must keep things quiet here, but we can go into London to visit different establishments if you like. There are clubs that can be frequented that are Muggle run that no one will know us,” He said as he absentmindedly rubbed circles on Harry's thin back.
Harry stiffened in Severus' lap despite the reassuring hands. "Is there someplace else we can go? Besides London I mean."
Severus thought for a moment before he recalled a few places he'd gone to several years back. "I know there was a place in Liverpool and one in Birmingham, but that was nearly four years ago. If you like I can look into them for us." he said as he tried to recall the names and locations.
Harry nodded. "Any place but London. Please Severus." He lowered his head again. "He goes to London, sometimes."
Severus wrapped his arms around the slight man and growled. "Mine. No one will ever touch you unless you wish it." He pressed a kiss to the side of the smooth cheek. "I just want you to be comfortable in what you do, brat, don't do what feels wrong to you, okay?"
"Yes Sir." Harry smiled at Severus' growl. He liked it when the older man acted protective of him. It made him feel safe in a way that he hadn't felt in a long while.
Severus didn't speak for a long while, but held Harry and stared into the flames. He didn't want to remain at the castle before he left. "Harry, would you like to go anywhere before you spend time at the Weasley's?" he asked as he shifted in his seat and tried to think of a place for them to visit.
Harry shrugged. "Severus, if you want to go somewhere I will follow you. I'm not sure I want to go to the Weasley’s, exactly. I know Minerva keeps in contact with Mrs. Weasley." He shuddered. "I really don't want her starting in on my personal life."
'Shite' Severus thought to himself. He didn't want to cancel again this year. "Perfectly understandable Harry, if she gives me one more look, I'm liable to catch her in tabby form and shave her." He smirked. He glanced up at the clock and noted that it was late enough that they could easily navigate the hallways without fear of running into errant students or nosy staff, hopefully. "Shall we take a look at your new quarters?" he said as he ran his thumb over Harry's full lips and smiled down at him. Harry sucked the long pale digit into his mouth and ran his tongue around the end of it. He sucked on the tip for a moment and then let go. "If you wish it we can."
Obsidian eyes looked into emerald ones. "What does my little one wish?" He rumbled as he pressed his thumb back to the plump lower lip and watched as Harry responded.
Again, Harry took the thumb into his mouth and sucked on it. His tongue licked up the sides of the digit in his mouth and his eyes closed. He moaned softly and let go of the thumb. "To do whatever you desire, Sir"
Severus closed his eyes and caught his breath from the wanton sight of his little one so displayed. "Such a beautiful little slut." It had been so long since he'd had a submissive, one that was responsive and he gave into the temptation that was placed before him. He leaned back comfortably in his chair. "Show me how much you like being my little slut." he commanded softly as he let one hand rest on Harry's thigh and the other still resting on his cheek with his thumb pressed to his lower lip. "Show me what a beautiful whore you are for me."
This time Harry sucked Severus' thumb all the way in to his mouth. His hand ran down his chest and grasped his cock through his trousers. He moaned loudly and moved back and forth along the thumb in his mouth as if it were a cock. He pulled off with a pop and then began to trace Severus' whole hand with his tongue, hesitating over each long digit to suck it into his mouth. He grasped Severus' wrist with one hand to steady himself. The other hand was busy trying to continue to rub himself and get rid of the restricting clothes at the same time.
Severus groaned as his hand was mouthed. "That's my boy,” He whispered as he watched Harry fondle himself somewhat frantically. His eyes roamed over the slight body as Harry touched himself. "My little one." he breathed. "Does it feel good?"
Harry hummed his response to Severus. He finally got the button and the zip to his trousers settled and he scooted forward on Severus lap. He moved the damp hand to his crotch, curled it around his small cock and began to work on Severus' buttons. He latched onto the tender skin at the base of Severus' throat and began to nibble his way up the man's stern jaw. "Please, sir. What else can this boy do for you?"
Severus licked his lips and looked heatedly at the young man in his lap. "Harry, you need a way to tell me if I am asking too much from you." He said, his voice thick and coarse to his ears as he wrapped his hands around the slender waist of the Boy Who Lived. "Pick one for me, Severus." Harry whined when Severus' hand left his prick. But he continued to kiss up the other man's face until he met the thin lips. He pulled the bottom one into his mouth and suckled on it before kissing him properly.
"Red." Severus whispered as he stood with the young man in his arms and carried him into the bedroom and tossing him to the bed. "Strip." He said as he turned and took a key from his trouser pocket and went to his closet to retrieve a small box.
Harry sat up to his knees and quickly stripped his shirt from his body. He sat back on his bottom and fought with his boots to get them unlaced. Finally they hit the floor with two loud thumps. His socks and trousers soon followed. He folded the clothes neatly and set them on top of his boots. He then got off the bed and shed his smalls. He looked around for Severus. One more thing from the past came back to him and he lowered himself to the floor and knelt beside the bed to wait on Severus.
Severus looked up at the sound of the boots hitting the floor. "No Harry, I want you on the bed please.”
“Come on, up you get and on your back." He said as he moved to the edge of the bed and set the small box down on the nightstand and opened the locks and undid the wards on it. He raised a brow at Harry and turned his attention back to the box as he rolled up the sleeves to his white cotton shirt. He reached in and took several dildos out and laid them on the bed along with a tube of lubricant that got hotter the longer it was used. He turned and watched for Harry's reaction.
Harry scrambled onto the big bed and watched as Severus emptied his box of surprises. He looked up at his lover and waited to see what else he was going to do.
Severus picked up his wand and summoned the chair that sat in the corner to the side of the bed. This was new territory for them; toys were not something they'd brought into the bed before. Severus sat down and made himself comfortable and looked at his little submissive. "I want you to play Harry. Don't be shy, show me what you are." He said as he reached out and stroked the boy's cheek.
Harry leaned into the caress and nodded. He turned and rearranged the pillows behind him then leaned back against them. He looked over the selection of toys Severus had laid out and selected a smooth jelly one and looked it over. He twisted the bottom of the toy and it vibrated to life. He leaned back and ran the toy over his chest and down to his stomach. He rolled the vibrator down to his waist then across his hips. The gentle motions of the toy relaxed his body as he ran the bright blue wand over his thigh and calf. He moved it back up the other leg and then fisted his cock.
Harry leaned further back into the pillows and spread his legs as he rolled the pulsating toy closer to his groin. His eyes closed as the massager came in contact with his balls and he glided it over the wrinkled skin.
He lined the vibrator up with his cock and circled his prick with it; drawing it up and down the short length and back down to his balls again.
Severus unbuttoned his trousers and pulled his own prick out, running his hand loosely over his prick, the breath whistling through his clenched teeth. Merlin Harry was beautiful spread out on the dark duvet, his creamy skin seeming to glow in the candlelight. "Does it feel good, little one?" he murmured as he leaned forward and swiped his tongue over the slit in the younger man's cock, tasting him and feeling him twitch. "Keep playing,” he said as he continued to rub himself.
Harry groaned and nodded. He wasn't too sure his voice would work as he watched Severus pulled out his long cock from his trousers. His pale fingers wrapped around the hard length and stroked lightly. It belatedly occurred to him he had never seen Severus pleasure himself like this. He slid the vibrator lower between his legs and up under his ball sac. "Are ... are you going to join me, Sir?"
"I want to see you, Harry, I want to watch my little one play with himself. I want to enjoy the beauty of you,” he said huskily as he picked up the tube of lube and squirted some into his palm and began to fist himself, hissing as burn began. He set the tube to one side and nodded to Harry to continue, as he opened the nightstand drawer and pulled their normal lube out and set it on the bed.
Harry nodded. He turned off the vibrator and set it aside while he looked over the others trying to decide which on to use. He scooped up the lube and poured some into his hand and went back to stroking himself. His fist glided over him easily and he bucked into the touch.
Harry selected a slender dildo and set it beside him. He leaned back on the pillows and raised his legs. He let go of his cock and slid his hand across his balls and lifted them with his other hand. He ran one tanned hand down the backside of the sac and down the tender skin underneath. One finger circled his hole before slipping in to the first knuckle.
Severus reached into the box and pulled out a thick, strong strap and wrapped it securely around his cock and balls, effectively prolonging orgasm as he teased himself watching Harry play. He reached out and gently held Harry's bollocks out of the way for him and freed his hand up. "There pet, now go on."
Harry pushed up into Severus' warm hand on his balls. He reached out for the lube and squeezed more out in his hand. He pulled his finger from his arse and rubbed his hands together, slathering the lube on his fingers. This time he reached between his legs with both hands and pushed his two index fingers into him. He groaned loudly and lifted his face to Severus for a kiss. "Please?"
Severus leaned forward and claimed the young mouth, slipping his tongue between Harry's teeth and delving into the depths as he kissed him. He pulled back and kissed and nibbled on his lower lip before gently parting his lips again and once more plundering his mouth with his tongue. "Mine." he growled as he pulled back and bit at Harry's neck. "Mine." he growled as he suckled the shell of the young wizard's ear. "Mine." he growled as his long fingered hand cupped and squeezed the small heavy bollocks he held.
Harry gasped as Severus' mouth left his and bit down into his skin. "Yours." He leaned his head to the side to allow Severus access to the rest of his neck. He bucked up into the vice like grip on his balls. "All Yours. Just for you.” his fingers began to work ar stretching his hole.
Severus licked and nibbled over his entire neck as the fingers of his other hand found and played with Harry's nipples. "My slut. My whore. My Harry." He pulled up and looked down at the debauched sight under him. "Am I asking too much of you?" he asked quietly as he traced his fingers over the hard, pebble like nipples, watching Harry arch up and then move back onto his fingers. "Do you know how fucking beautiful you are?" He asked as he tugged on Harry's sac, pulling it forward as he did so.
"I'm... I'm okay." Harry rocked back on his fingers; removing one hand to wrap it around his cock and shoving three fingers in himself. "Don't stop touching me."
"Never my precious Harry, never." Severus murmured as he bent back over him to reclaim his swollen lips and pulled him up to him. "My Harry." He moaned into his mouth as he kissed him deeply, his own hard aching prick rubbing over Harry's side as he pulled him close. Severus groaned and rutted against the smaller man.
Harry abandoned his cock and wrapped his small hand around Severus'. "Please." He begged. "Please take what I have for you." He worked his finger faster trying to stretch himself for his man.
Severus pulled from the younger man and nodded. He stood and stripped down quickly and lay back on the bed next to Harry. He wrapped his hand around the base of his prick and gave it a good squeeze as he looked at Harry. He patted his thigh. "Come on, up you get when you're ready,” he said as he watched Harry fingering himself. "Take your time, it isn't going anywhere."
Harry wretched his fingers from his arse and clamoured onto Severus. He lay flat on his man and rubbed his whole body against the other man's. Like this the height difference wasn't so bad however he liked being able to curl underneath Severus' chin and still be pressed against the other's long lean frame. He didn't want to move from here but he wanted Severus' cock filling him even more.
Harry straddled Severus' hips and looked between their legs. "Hold it steady for me, Sir." He lowered himself down to meet with the mushroomed head.
Severus put one hand on Harry's narrow hip and the other wrapped around his shaft as he looked down and watched as his Harry lowered himself and then settled with his thighs straining as his cockhead began to breach him. "That's my beautiful lover, my beautiful Harry." Severus breathed as he felt the quivering hole against his sensitive piss slit.
Harry gasped as Severus' cock began to open him up. It began to burn as he slid down on the other man. He whimpered slightly as his muscles snapped around the glans. "Oh it burns." He hissed out almost making it sound like the sibilant tones of Parseltongue.
Severus looked up into Harry's face, feeling how incredibly tight he was around him. "Do you need more time?" He asked as he put his hands on his lover's hips and held him steady. The voice he heard sounding like Parseltongue.
"No I... is okay... the other ..." Harry looked down into Severus' eyes. "What did ... you use?" Slowly he pushed to continue his slide down on the other man; the burn becoming stronger as he did so. "Merlin." He breathed out softly.
“Fuck!" Severus growled as he tried to pull Harry from him, he hadn't neutralized the mentholated lubricant yet. "It's mentholated Harry, it's going to get hotter."
"No!" Harry clamped his knees to Severus' side. "It's okay... I just wasn't expecting it.
Severus responded to Harry tensing up with a growl, the tight channel getting almost painfully constricted and he pushed up into him, sinking bollocks deep into his small lover. "Don't you listen Harry? This is going to get hotter,” He growled as he clenched his teeth and grabbed the narrow hips. Harry nodded as he settled all the way down on to Severus. The word Severus gave him flew from his mind. The heat and pain was exquisite. He hadn't felt like this since... he couldn't remember when. He stuck out his hand. "Accio Sev's Lube."
The small tube smacked into his hand and he squeezed a measure of the stuff out into his palm. He wrapped his hand around his cock and began to stroke. The added heat seared his hand and his cock and his eyes rolled up in his head. "Oh Gods! Sev. Fuck me, fuck me hard." He raised up and slammed back down on the large cock imbedded in him.
Severus slapped his hand away from his small cock, his dark eyes glazed in lust as he watched his submissive ride his prick. "Hands off of my property. Get them behind your back." He ordered as he took Harry's hips in his hands and held him steady as he thrust up into him. He angled his hips so he just barely grazed Harry's prostate with every other stroke or so. "Tell me how good it feels Harry,” he moaned as he bounced him up and down on him.
"Yes Sir." Harry's hands snapped behind his back. He twined his fingers as if to keep there. Sev's fingers were digging into his hips and he was certain that there would be bruising tomorrow. He moaned and babbled incoherent for a moment. "Please Sir, harder. Make it hurt. Make it burn. Hurt Me." He closed his eyes and groaned loudly. He swayed with Severus' movements and gave himself over to the man underneath him.
Severus listened for his safe word carefully and didn't hear it as he powered up into the small body. "That's right baby, hurt for me. Show me what a slut you are." He pressed his hand against Harry's small cock and held his own body still. "Move Harry, dance on my cock. Show me what you are." His Harry was so hot to look at right now, so dead sexy all splayed out and riding him.
"Uhhhh." Harry answered and rose up and slammed himself back on Sev. Methodically he drove himself faster on the large cock. His body rocked and sway with the force of his thrusts. He bent forward and looked down at Severus, eyes blank as a sheet of new parchment.
Severus watched him for a few moments and began to massage the younger man's cock. He wanted to watch his little Harry lose control of himself. "That's right little one, just rock your hips and enjoy,” he murmured as he slid his thumb over the head of Harry's prick and felt the precome leaking copiously. He casually played with his lover's prick, pumping his shaft and swirling his thumb over the glans from time to time as he rocked his hips between Harry's thighs and massaged him from the inside. The pressure on Harry’s prostate was causing him to give tiny but frequent spurts of seed as Severus rocked against it. Harry felt his balls draw up in anticipation of his release. "No." He whispered. He untwined his fingers and dug his nails into his thighs. "Can't." He began to rake them up and down his legs, scoring long scratches into the tanned legs. When that didn't help he bit down hard on his lip drawing blood. He groaned and even that didn't help. He reached up and yanked on his hair, hard like Severus had done earlier, except this time he pulled the dark strands out by the roots. "Noooo."
Severus stilled under him and took his hand from his cock before reaching up to take his hand away from his hair. "Harry, what are you doing?" He asked sharply as he tipped the younger man's chin down so he could look at him. He didn't know if Harry simply wasn't ready to come yet or if he was in pain, he'd not used his word yet.
Harry stared at Severus; looking beyond the man he loved. Morgan's face superimposed itself over the pale man's. "This thing can't come. Not earned it. Trash doesn't deserve to." He whispered quietly.
Severus immediately grasped Harry around the waist and pulled him from his aching prick. "You are not trash Harry, you are my little one!" he said as he held him close and stroked his back gently. "You deserve to have pleasure."
"No. This thing hasn't pleasured, Master." Harry squirmed and fought Severus' arms; trying to impale himself once again on the stiff cock behind him.
Severus gripped him in his arms and rolled with him held close to his body, ending with him under him. "Settle down, little one." One large hand pressed down on Harry's tummy and holding him still while he grabbed his wand with his other hand and cleaned the lube from the slender shaft, then waving the wand to cleanse his arse of the burning salve. He quickly re-lubed his fingers and gently parted Harry's arse cheeks to prepare him again. "I'm going to make you scream in pleasure."
Harry sighed. The slight respite from the aching touch on his cock was relieved somewhat. Yet the pain was immediately returned at the gentle touch to his arse. "No." He clinched his fists in the bedclothes. "Not worthy." He reached up and pinched himself hard on the end of his cock. His other hand grabbed his bollocks and twisted and pulled down, bumping Severus' arm.
"Harry, what are you doing?" Severus slapped the hurting hands away from the delicate flesh. "Why aren't you worthy?" He asked as he lifted the younger man's knees and pressed them to his chest as he lined the head of his prick up with the twitching hole of his lover. "Doesn't that feel good?" he asked as he slowly sheathed himself while gently pumping Harry's cock in one big hand. Harry ground his teeth together. That was the problem; it did feel good. Extremely good and he could have not one ounce of pleasure. That had been drilled into him as long as he could remember. "Can't come."
Harry opened his mouth and bit down hard on his tongue once again tasting coppery blood. His hand once again went for tender skin but this time away from where Severus was. His fingers bent and dug into his side and the soft fleshy part of his stomach near his ribs. They curled into the skin and under his bones and he pulled up on himself, drawing an antagonizing screech from his mouth.
Severus pulled out and away from him. "Harry! What in Merlin's name are you doing?" He grabbed Harry's hands away and pinned them to the bed. "NO! You will not do that! What are you thinking?" With his other hand, he tenderly wiped away the blood from the swollen lips and then parted them to see what damage he'd done.
"My beautiful little Harry, why are you doing yourself a harm?" He was reminded of the early days when Harry first came to live with him and how upset the younger man had gotten if he had ever become aroused.
Harry whimpered as Severus held him down. He had done it again. "Master is displeased. This boy is not worthy." Tears began to course down his cheeks. "Trash, filth and garbage." His breath caught. "Toss it away, Sir. It's broken rubbish."
"No no, not trash, never going to throw away my little Harry." He soothed as he gathered him up in his arms and sit on the bed with him in his lap. He kissed the tears as they coursed down Harry's cheeks and mentally berated himself for the way he'd pushed his young lover. He ran his hands down the trembling body and stroked the thin flanks. "Calm down love, let me take care of you."
Harry relaxed into the touch and then cringed. "Please Sir, this boy is yours to abuse as you see fit. Break it if you desire." He spread his legs stretching himself out over Severus' lap. He tried to shove himself back onto the hard prick pressed against him. "Master's hole to fill."
Severus lost his grasp on Harry's sweaty lithe body and he let him tumble to the mattress. "Harry, be good dammit!" Exasperated, he ran his hands through his hair and looked down at the younger man sprawled on the bed.
Harry reached out and grabbed the vibrator that he had been used earlier. He sat up and positioned it at his entrance. "This boy will show Master he is trash. Only fit to be a hole." He trailed off as the toy connected with his hole and slid in. Severus looked at him, his eyes wide and his mouth agape. He shut it with a snap. Fine, if this is what Harry wanted, he'd let him get it out of his system, but supervised. He'd had a submissive at one point that had acted out for punishment, well he'd do Harry the same way. He narrowed his gaze at Harry and then positioned the boy's legs so he was spread out obscenely. "Fuck your hole Harry, show me you are a slut."
Harry bounced up and down on the bed driving the dildo into his hole faster and faster. His hand curled around his cock but instead of stroking it his fingers dug into the tender foreskin and he pinched it as he pulled it away from his body. "Master's slut, whore, jack hole."
Severus wept inside at the broken sight, but knew he had to push him through this. "I don't think that toy is big enough Harry." He tossed one bigger down next to the thrashing body. "Keep going Harry. Get it out of your system."
Harry ripped the vibrator from his arse and immediately sank down on the new one. He whinged as his hole was stretched. "Anything and everything to please Master." He whispered shakily. He gasped as the larger cock brushed against his prostate. Harry quickly slapped his cock and pulled down hard on his balls.
"Hands away from my property." He said in a commanding tone as he stroked himself and watched Harry shudder. Severus leaned forward and picked up the used vibrator and flicked it on, running the tip over Harry's nipples and watching him respond. "On your back Harry and fuck yourself with it." He teased the young man's pebbled nipples as he jerked and shuddered his way to lie on his back. "Do you want a bigger one Harry?" He asked conversationally as he stood over him and toyed with him.
Anything Master wishes." Harry gasped out as the vibrations shook his body. He waited for the next torture item to be passed his way and continued to fuck himself on the current one. "Master, use this trash as he will."
Severus dropped a larger vibrator onto Harry's stomach. "Make use of it. Tell me how good it feels as you fuck it." He sat back down in his chair.
Harry pulled the toy from his arse once more and began to slide the new one in. He was beginning to get sore and the friction burn began to hurt. He gasped out breaths and looked at Severus." Please Sir. Make it stop." He closed his eyes and swallowed then blinked again.
Severus wrapped his hand loosely around Harry's purpled cock and gave it a gentle slide through his fingers. "Are you ready to accept pleasure now?" He asked gently as he looked into the emerald eyes looking back at him Harry blinked again. "Severus." He looked down at himself and hung his head. "Please. It hurts."
Severus gently pulled the oversized vibe from his abused pucker and then pulled Harry to his lap. "Feel good for me, little one,” he said softly as he wrapped one hand around Harry's cock and stroked it from base to tip. "You are such a wonderful person, my beautiful Harry." He shifted him on his lap, careful to not put pressure on his arse as he settled him in to take care of him.
Harry whimpered as Severus oh so carefully took him in his arms. He tried to relax and let go. He tried so very hard to give Severus what he wanted but the pain swelled in his abdomen from long denied release and the emotional havoc wrecked on his body by the broken thing he had been. He gently bit his lip and cried out when it hurt more than he expected. "Please let me come,” he begged softly as he arched up into Severus' touch.
"Come for me Harry." he softly commanded and leaned down to kiss and nip gently at the juncture of neck and shoulder, his hand tightening a bit and speeding up a touch.
Tears filled Harry's eyes. "I can't." He denied it even as he knew eventually he would ejaculate one way or another. "I can't do it, Severus. Please help me."
"Do you want to be inside of me, Harry?"
Harry gasped and looked up at Severus. "What? I've ... never." He closed his eyes as Severus' hand worked over him faster.
"Never mind little one." Severus lifted him up and aimed his wand at the swollen little pucker, reducing the swelling and pain. "Do you want me in you?" He asked as he ran his finger over the tender flesh.
Harry lifted a hand to Severus' face. "Always." He pushed back onto the long digit and hissed.
Severus pulled his hand away. "Tell me if it hurts dammit." He lathered his finger in lube and gently circled his entrance again. "There Harry, now try."
Harry sighed as the cool lubricant eased the way for Severus. "Better." He blinked and looked at his love. "I'm sorry."
Severus moved Harry a bit and slathered the lube onto himself and then held his young lover close as he pushed gently up into his slick passage. “Squeeze me Harry.” He shifted his weight and began to rock them both on the bed. He fancied he could feel the bump of Harry’s gland on the underside of his shaft, spasming and making his Harry cry out at the pressure. "Don't be sorry Harry, just feel good for me."
Harry wrapped his arms around Severus and held him, moving with him as the pleasurable pain built again. This time he clung tightly to the other man and his sanity. He tangled his fingers in the long dark hair and cried out as more and more Severus brushed his prostate. "Please. Severus. Please Sir."
"You've earned it Harry, come for me." Severus could feel the knot forming in the pit of his stomach; he wouldn't be able to hold off much longer. "You're a good boy." He reached between them and removed the strap he had placed there earlier.
"Fuck Me!" Harry sobbed and spent himself on Severus' stomach and chest. Pleasure and pain seared through his gut and tears formed in his eyes once again. He clung to Severus and continued to ride the other man. "Oh! Gods! Yesyesyes! Merlin, Severus!"
He gripped Harry's hips tight and pulled him down as he pushed up and emptied himself into the clenching passage. He held Harry close as the younger man shook, he could feel his own legs shake as well. "No hurting Harry, no more hurting, no hurting." He whispered repeatedly as he nuzzled the sweaty hair of his love. "I won't hurt you again."
Harry nodded into the pale skin and held on to Severus. "Yes Sir. Thank You, Sir." He sighed and relaxed in the warm embrace. His arms loosened around Severus and his body jumped as he tried to stay awake. "Sir, shall I get something to clean us up?" He mumbled softly across Severus' ear.
Severus shook his head and summoned a wet flannel and carefully cleaned Harry up before wiping himself down. "Taken care of." He stood up with Harry in his arms and laid him in the bed before crawling over him and pulling the covers up. "We'll look at your new quarters in the morning."
Harry turned and snuggled under the tall mans' chin. He wrapped one leg over Severus' waist and twined the other between the long pale limbs of the other. "As you wish, Sir." He looked up into the black eyes. "What would you like me to call you, Sir?" Harry carefully kissed and mouthed Severus' Adam's apple while he waited for an answer.
"I'm not real choosy about a title, little one, just whatever you find is comfortable, but only in our private rooms." Severus sighed as he rubbed slow circles on the naked flesh of Harry's back. He smiled as he felt the gentle bites on his neck. He looked down and kissed the scar on Harry’s forehead gently. "What would you like to be called?"
"Whatever you wish, Sir, so long as it pleases you." Harry soothed the bites and settled further in the sheets, rubbing his feet along Severus' body. "I understand about the outside, Sir." He squeezed Severus tighter. "I hate that you have to live in secret once more, Sir."
"We'll both be in secret, little one." He sighed, he knew how fast he'd be sacked if anyone ever complained of his relationship with young Potter. Harry would most likely fair better if they were found out. Something occurred as he lay there with Harry warming his feet against him. "Harry, have you ever been tested for the Fleymann's gene?"
Harry frowned. "Yes Sir." He whispered quietly. "He had me tested. But I don't know what it is."
"What were the results? Did he tell you?" Severus looked at him quizzically.
Harry hummed. "What ever it is I was positive for it but nothing He ever did seemed to trigger it. It used to make Him so very angry." He shivered a whole body shiver as if reliving the tortures again. He looked up at Severus. "Do you think that the tests were wrong? What does it mean, Sir?"
"It means we need to use contraceptive, little one." He said as he tipped Harry's face up. "We can have you tested again if you like."
Harry gaped at him as if struck dumb and place a hand over his abdomen. "But how? Why?" He grinned. "R ... really?"
"Fleymann's Syndrome occurs in some wizarding families. Not every wizard that carries the gene will become pregnant, but it makes it a possibility and if they are in a relationship with another man, they need to use protection." He explained.
"Oh." Harry stated softly. "Another reason for me to be a freak, just what I wanted." He bowed is head against Severus' chest. "I always wanted children, little did I know that I would be the one bringing them into the world."
"A freak? Oh no, being able to bear a child is a wonderful thing Harry." He gently stroked the unruly hair and pressed a kiss to the crown. "You don't ever have to have a child, there are ways to make sure it never happens."
"I... I... don't even know if I can Severus. I am pretty damaged. He wasn't happy with me when things didn't go His way. Who says I can even get with child?" Harry looked up into the dark eyes. "Would you want children from a broken person like me?" He whispered.
"Nothing would make me happier than to have a little green eyed baby with you." He murmured as he kissed the tip of Harry's nose. "You have been broken, but you are healing and will be whole again. Where did he take you to be seen, was it a proper healer?"
Harry shook his head. "No, he drew blood from me and took other samples. I wasn't allowed to leave unless it was under his direct supervision and by that time I couldn't be seen after what he had done to me." He answered softly. "I want to have your babies, Severus."
"Then we need to go to London and have you see a specialist and see just what's what." He said thoughtfully as he carded his fingers through the black hair. A little mix of them both, he felt a smile on his face. "Fleymann's can cause other physical characteristics, of which, you do display a few." He stroked his hand along the thin shoulders. "He'll never harm you again Harry."
"Yes sir." Harry raised an eyebrow in imitation of the Potions Master. "Really and what are these so called physical characteristics, Sir? Harry bent his frame into the hands caressing his body. "I know, Sir."
"Hmmmm …let me see if I can recall what I've read. Smaller genitalia, smaller body mass, sometimes there can be a birthmark across the lower back." His fingers traced over the small cafe au lait patch of skin that was above Harry's left hip, no bigger than a galleon. "As for organs inside of you...nothing will form until you are in the proper environment, so I don't think he could have damaged anything." He pulled the smaller man up his body and kissed him softly.
"Thank You Sir." Harry hummed into the kiss and snuggled up closer to the other man. "If you have this information around here I would like to read up on it if possible."
"I don't, but I'll see what we can find. We should try to get you in as soon as possible and I need to research contraceptive spells." He let his hands roam the length of Harry's back, gently tracing his fingers over different scars and his ribs. "We'll have to be careful so that you don't catch while teaching."
"Oh Merlin, is that part of the contract as well? Albus had me sign it then told me about the clause." Harry buried his face in Severus' chest. "Why didn't I take you with me?"
"Shhh …it is part of it. Same sex anything is against the bylaws as is unwed pregnancies." Severus closed his eyes and thought of the small town he so wanted to retire to in a few years. He was in his forties and tired of teaching, he wanted to retire to the States and do research on medicinal potions. Now it looked as though that would be put off indefinitely, he'd not leave Harry behind if they were in a relationship. "You have years and years to have children."
"Yes Sir." Harry yawned and covered his mouth. He snuggled down into Severus and the blankets. "Thank you Sir."
"Sleep little one." He folded his arms over Harry and held him safely across his chest as he began to breath slowly and relax. The scent of his Harry thick in the air.
"Yes Sir." Harry mumbled. "Love you Sev." He settled into sleep almost immediately, safe and warm in the arms of his mate.