TBGC

He Defines Me
Chapter Eleven

"Still??!!" Draco dropped the chess piece he’d been holding, his mouth slightly open in shock. "It’s been three weeks! Have you ever gone three weeks?"

Harry frowned, "No, but it’s not so bad." He looked over to make sure Mimi was out of ear shot.

Draco picked his knight up and moved it, sighing heavily, "The way he’s been acting lately, especially today, I was sure." Giving Harry a dramatic look, Draco leaned forward, as though saying something horrible, "The Gryfindor Weasley blew his cauldron up, it was his fault and everything, and Snape only took twenty points, didn’t even give him detention." His tone was the same one he used when noting Harry’s modesty, "All the talk is that he either got laid or killed someone. Knowing you, I put my money on laid."

Harry giggled and moved his queen, watching raptly as it slaughtered the bishop. Shooting glances at Mimi, who was setting up their lunch, he leaned forward and lowered his voice as Malfoy had, "Well, I’m not supposed to tell you, but, we messed around."

Draco raised one eye brow, "Messed around how?" When Harry blushed, the blonde quickly became interested, and leaned forward, "Come on, you have to tell me about my teachers sex life so I have something to laugh about in class." Harry shook his head again and Draco slit his eyes dangerously, "Harry, either you tell me, or I will have to interrogate you."

The last time there had been an interrogation was the night after Severus and him had the talk. It had consisted of ten minutes of brutal tickling, in which Harry had given up and told because he couldn’t breath anymore. Gulping heavily, he shot a glance at Mimi who was trying her best to appear as though she weren’t paying attention, though he had no doubt she was. Tibby had always appeared as though she weren’t paying attention, right before she stopped him doing something he wasn’t supposed to.

Seeing the expectant smirk on Draco’s face he leaned forward and cupped his hand around his mouth, whispering. Five seconds later Draco pulled back, eyes wide with disbelief, "That’s all? Three weeks of celibacy and all he can do is wank you off?"

Harry blushed deeper, shooting glances at Mimi who looked as though her eyes may fall out of her head if she didn’t keel over from shock first. Looking at the board, he tried not to be so embarrassed. A month ago it wouldn’t have mattered, now it did, and he still wasn’t sure why. "It’s not so bad. I mean, I’d like to, I can hardly wait, but he said he’d tell me, so..."

Draco rolled his eyes, "Really, Harry, you are so naive sometimes."

"What’s that supposed to mean?"

Draco made another move, only to see a triumphant smile on Harry’s face and wish he could take it back, "It means that when I said persistent, I did not mean give up after the first try." Harry leaned over the board, getting a good look as the king gave up. "You really enjoy it when I lose, don’t you?"

Grinning childishly, Harry nodded, "It’s different than the set Tom gave me, more violent. And besides, I like winning against a real person. And I have tried to get him to do stuff since, he just won’t."

"Have you actually asked since then?"

Harry looked up, shock written on his face, "Ask?"

Getting up his hands and knees, Draco put his face as close to Harry’s as he could, "Yes, Harry, ask. I’d imagine that if he’s confident enough to feel you up he might be a little more open to the suggestion of having sex."

A small gasp sounded throughout the room, followed by a heavy thud, and the two heads turned, nearly cheek to cheek, to see Mimi, passed out on the floor next to their lunch.

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Severus stood in the bathroom brushing his teeth, after having put Harry to bed, "Harry, do you have any idea what was wrong with Mimi?"

Harry looked up from the book he’d been flipping through, his face far too innocent, "No! We were playing chess, and I’d won, and she fainted."

Scowling at the boy, he watched Harry’s face carefully, but apparently his glare had less effect on the boy than students and he gave up, sliding under the covers instead. As they assumed what he had reluctantly consented to be their usual sleeping arrangement, he could not help but notice how stiff Harry was, laying against him as though he were preparing for something, "Severus?"

He looked down at Harry but the boys eyes were staring straight ahead, desperately focused on Severus’ chest, "What’s wrong?" When he said nothing, Severus tilted Harry’s face up to look in his eyes, "Do you want me to sleep on the sofa tonight?"

Relief washed over him as he saw the horror on Harry’s face. As much as he wanted him, he did not want to take advantage of the fact that Harry was overly submissive and not likely to express discomfort no matter how bad things got. He had slept in a cage for fourteen years and talked as though he missed it.

Harry snuggles closer, drawing shapes with a manicured finger nail on the professor’s stomach, "Severus, do you think we could... you know, have sex?"

Looking down at the messed hair, he fruitlessly brushed a few strands into place, "It wouldn’t be just sex, Harry, it would be making love, and there is a difference. Sex is physical gratification, making love requires an emotional element."

Harry sat up, swinging his leg around Severus’ body and straddling his hips in a now familiar, spry move that denoted youthfulness. "I want that, I want you. I want to understand what you mean when you say ‘make love,’ I want you to show me he difference."

After a moment, Severus pulled him down into a kiss. It wasn’t like the chaste kisses they’d shared before, even after Severus had, as Draco so eloquently put it, ‘wanked him off’ they had never kissed like this. It sent little explosions all over his body, instantly hardening him against the older man’s stomach.

When Severus’ pulled back Harry felt light headed, his lips bruised, his body on fire, and all he could think was that he wanted more. Draco had been nice, it had felt good, but it hadn’t felt like this, and that was just a kiss. Staring down at Severus he saw the man studying his face, as though analyzing the situation, and felt himself growing warmer, needing more. Leaning forward he pressed their foreheads together, "More."

Without waiting for further instruction, Severus sat up, wrapping an arm around Harry’s waist and kissing him again, using his free hand massage the back on Harry’s neck around the collar. He pushed a finger under the buckle and played his thumb over it a moment before pulling back, "Harry, can I take the collar off?"

Looking at Harry’s eyes, bright with passion, he saw the understanding. Taking off the collar was admitting Tom would not come for him, worse yet that he didn’t need Tom. It meant giving up what he had always felt as control, knowing that someone would take care of him. Simply putting on another one would have been easy, outright taking it off and leaving him bare of ownership was much harder.

For what felt like eternity they stared at each other, Harry turning over in his mind whether he wanted Severus enough to give up his entire world and everything he knew, or what was left of it, and Severus becoming quickly afraid that he would not be willing to.

Very slowly, Harry reached behind his head, taking Severus’ hand off the leather and unbuckling it himself, letting it fall to the bed and staring at it. Tom wasn’t coming, he was not a pet. Harry looked at it a moment longer before he started crying. It made sense. Everything everyone had said made sense, and it was all wrong. Tom had cared for him, but now he wasn’t coming, he hadn’t cared enough to come. He had fed him, given him things, made him happy, but he had made him a pet, less than human, less than loved.

Severus wrapped his arms protectively around Harry, kissing him, working his tongue around the boy’s mouth, tasting his tears, and breathlessness. Harry gripped Severus’ hair fiercely with one hand, "Need you, want you, please, don’t stop."

Severus shook his head, "Never, Harry."

He pulled the loose fitting nightshirt over the boy’s head, rubbing his hands down Harry’s back, feeling the skin under his fingers shiver. Harry buried his face in Severus’ neck, breathing in his hair. His body seemed to become hotter with each brush of skin against skin. He needed more, more of Severus’ against him.

Fumbling with the few buttons, he felt the older man’s chest move when he chuckled and whimpered as Severus’ pushed him away slightly to discard of his own clothes. Before he could even throw it over the bed Harry was on him again, kissing his mouth, his neck, lower, pressing him into the bed, eager and hot against him.

Severus’ let out a low moan as Harry licked the inside of his thigh. He slowly ran his tongue up the underside of Severus’ cock, much as he had Draco’s three weeks ago with one large exception. This felt like something. It wasn’t some tasteless, necessary act to get something he wanted. He wanted Severus, he wanted to taste him, to make him moan, to make him grab the back of his head and loose control with passion just for him, for what he could do.

Taking the cock down to the back of his throat he relaxed his well trained muscles and allowed it to slip past, massaging it with his tongue, pressing the small ball into the sensitive flesh and rubbing it around. He felt fingers working gently into his hair, not demanding, just needing. His own fingers had found purchase on Severus’ hips, both holding him still and keeping himself grounded.

Pulling up, he sat astride the man, looking down, “Please?”

Severus pulled Harry up for a moment before letting him sink down onto the waiting erection. Harry closed his eyes, hands braced against Severus’ chest, feeling like he might start crying again. It felt. It wasn’t just something, it was Severus inside him, warm and pulsing, filling every inch of willing space.

When Severus was deeply seated in Harry, and the boy’s breathing had slowed somewhat, he sat up halfway, leaning against the headboard and wrapping his arms around Harry’s waist and shoulders. Kissing the boy, he ran his tongue around the eager mouth, letting the boy take the lead and begin the slight movements, both drinking the whimpers and moans that issued from the others mouth.

As the passion built, Severus gripped the back of Harry’s neck and pushed him onto his back, brushing dark hair from the bright, staring eyes, taking in their beauty as he began thrust, slowly at first, and then in earnest, Harry’s legs wrapped around his waist, fingers digging painfully into his back.

As he felt his orgasm stir, he reached between them, kissing Harry and stroking him hard as he thrust, bringing them to climax, screaming each others name.

-tbc-

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