A belated (as usual!) thank you!
Author: fitofpique
Snarry Games Prompts: Hunger, Separation Anxiety
Capitan's Kink: Established relationship
Rating: R
Wordcount: ~450
Disclaimer: Not mine
A/N: A Made-Up Lullaby #43 future fic.

Thank you so much for everything, joanwilder! You are a Capitan beyond compare!



Tuesday morning, 9 o'clock

"I really can't believe she's gone," Harry says, leaning against the kitchen worktop. He scrubs his eyes with his fingers and looks away.

"I can hardly credit it myself," Severus admits, wrapping his fingers around Harry's upper arm and squeezing gently. "She'll be fine, you know. It's just a few hours at the nursery."

"What if she gets hungry?" Harry asks, his voice rising with emotion.

"She could barely lift her bag, Potter. You packed enough food to sustain her for a fortnight!"

Harry shakes his arm free and wipes his eyes again. "You know she has a good appetite, Severus."

Severus bites his tongue. It would be a supremely bad idea to speculate on Jessamine's genetic predisposition to voraciousness when Potter is so overwrought.

"Do you think she'll miss us?" Harry asks, a plaintive note in his voice.

Severus wraps an arm around Harry's shoulders and pulls him close. "I am certain that she will pine almost as terribly as we will. I am equally certain it's the best thing for all of us. The deadline for my book has long since passed-"

"I know," Harry interjects, sighing and leaning into his side.

"And you really must get back to work."

Harry quirks a sideways glance his way. "Must I really?"

"Yes," Severus says firmly.

Harry turns to face him and reaches up to finger the button at his throat. "Must I get back to work today, Severus?"

"Oh," Severus replies, swallowing hard when Harry steps even closer and works a cool finger under his collar. "You might take one day off to catch up on ... personal projects."

"I might," Harry says, pressing hot lips to Severus' throat, his jaw, before finally touching the lightest kiss to his lips.

Severus sighs and threads his fingers through Harry's hair, pulling him in for a proper kiss, tasting his teeth and tongue, relishing the sudden burn of hunger in his mouth and hands and cock.

"I could help you catch up on your personal projects as well, if you like," Harry suggests breathlessly, pressing into him, fingers scrabbling with his shirt buttons.

"That's very generous of you." Severus pulls Potter's t-shirt up and smoothly off and leans down to mouth wetly at his neck and collarbone while unbuttoning his trousers. "I would have to thank you for that," he says, sliding his hand into Harry's pants and squeezing his prick.

Harry whimpers and flexes his hips. "Well you're off to a very good start."

"Thank you," Severus says, sinking to his knees and positioning himself in front of Harry's greedy prick.

Harry sags against the worktop and spreads his legs as far as the trousers around his knees will allow. "No, thank you."