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I couldn't leave the story hanging on seven chapters. So here's the rest of your smut fix.

Enjoy ;)

. . .

Harry was sure they'd be heading back to the University but was surprised when he found them parking up outside his lodgings. Quizzically looking at Severus, he was about to speak when he found a kiss pressed to his lips and a smirk when the man pulled away. He had a sinking feeling that their night was going to end and that he'd be staying alone, which was rather inconvenient since his bag was still on campus.

"I thought you might like to stay here this evening, I'm dying to see the house." Severus was gazing at him through half lidded eyes and it struck Harry that the man might actually just be tired.

"Sure." Harry smiled, then grew smug himself as he eyed the house on the other side of the street, "So, you see that tree? The best way is to start from the far side to get a good foot hold, then you can pull yourself up onto that large branch, which then gives you room to jump onto the balcony. My room is the middle window."

Severus turned back to him and blinked, and went to open his mouth when Harry cracked and started laughing, "I'm kidding, oh man! Come on." Giggling he extracted himself from the car and led the man up the path.

"You're skating on thin ice, Harry."

"Aren't I always?" He grinned, opening up the front door quietly and partially hoping they wouldn't run into anyone.

Luckily, they didn't, and Harry held a finger to his lips as they ascended the stairs. Once safely in his room, he turned to the man who was walking towards the bed and felt his face heat immediately when he remembered the photos. Wanting to immediately die, he put both hands up to his face to save himself but heard a deep chuckle anyway from the other side of the room.

"Well, I'm glad I could prove to be so inspirational." Severus commented, and when Harry peeked through his fingers, he shook his head.

"The uh, the motivational ones are actually over there." He pointed to the desk and resigned himself to pure torture when Severus realized what the bed ones were for.

He wasn't disappointed, and found himself picked up and thrown onto the bed quickly, soon covered by Severus's entire body as he was kissed passionately. He hadn't quite expected this reaction, perhaps a little more laughing and jokes at his expense, but he still wasn't disappointed by the reaction. In fact, he was excited when he still felt the hardness within Severus's trousers.

"You devilishly adorable minx, I had no idea." Severus shifted, looking down on him, "Get on your hands and knees, you're going to look at those photos whilst I shag you."

Harry groaned, feeling his body reacting immediately and was helped into a sitting position as clothes started to disappear. Of course, he had no time to divulge his trousers as he was pushed onto his knees, wincing at the contact before his jeans were ripped down, but not off. He had no option but to look at the sexy photos of he and Severus from Christmas to now and fisted his growing hardness as he waited for the man to get ready.

The only warning he really had was a hand placed over his mouth to silence him as a finger slipped easily inside and worked around the pleasure points. He desperately wanted to see Severus, to look at his body, make eye contact as he was plundered, but instead he was looking at the photo of the very same girthy erection that was soon pressing against his ass.

How long had he been dreaming of this to happen? Yes, he used the dildo rather frequently, but to feel the real deal was something new all together. He was finally able to feel those feather light touches, the grunts of pleasure and torture, the extra erotic actions that one didn't get by masturbating, like the nips along his shoulder blades and spine. It was heady, as always, and the man slipped in with more ease than previously that day.

Harry wanted to scream and buck wildly but he was forced to the mattress with a hand over his mouth and the other half way down his back to pin him down. This was a new sensation, both of his own hands were free to do as they pleased, and you can bet that he did exactly what he always wanted to do, and with his own cock rubbing heavy across his covers, he took it hard and pulled in time to the thrusts.

Severus leaned down, pressing his lips to the shell of Harry's ear and whispering, "Is this how you like it, kitten? Looking at our photos as you fuck yourself on Daddy's cock?"

Well, Harry didn't think he'd come so hard in his life after only a short few minutes of being shagged, maybe one previous time, but they were few. There should be a warrant for Severus's arrest on that sinful and intoxicating voice as it purred into his ear, it was criminally unjust and he wanted to feel embarrassed about the time length of their convoluting. It didn't matter really, he felt Severus pulling out of him and sighed, before the man was rolling him over and onto his back, his face oddly tender as he tried to focus on the defined structure.

He was extremely happy when Severus made the move back inside him after pulling the jeans right off, and felt the pleasantries of being full, "Sorry…"

Severus, who was looming over him as he sunk back inside, simply shook his head, "As I said once before, who knew you were such a whore for me. Relax, we have time and I expect you to be boneless once we're done."

The painfully slow movements were just as arousing as the hard and fast fuck they'd just had and Harry used this time to make sure he proved his worth to the man. Usually, he found himself tied down or pinned into a position that didn't allow him to put his hands on Severus, but this was different and he smiled lazily as he lifted his head and met the man with a kiss. Finding the hem of the man's shirt, he started at the bottom and undid each button, ghosting his knuckles over taut muscle until it slid down the man's arms.

Severus had to straighten up so he could shrug out of the shirt and Harry could feel the hungry eyes looking down at his spread-eagled form. He bit his lip at this, not necessarily feeling shy but knowing that it was a loving gaze, until the man skimmed his fingers lightly over his knees and Harry involuntarily winced. Severus seemed to frown and stopped his lazy thrusts to look at the cause of the pain and found one leg being pulled up to be draped along his neighbors shoulder.

"When did this happen?" The man asked, pressing a kiss to the inside of his calf.

"Must have been at the beach, that rock wasn't very comfortable to kneel on." Harry admitted, feeling a little embarrassed.

Severus was then looking at the other knee before shaking his head and shifting like he was about to withdraw from Harry, "Silly boy, it looks painful."

"It isn't, not really." He replied, desperately trying to keep the man where he was.

Severus then leaned down, kissing Harry briefly, "Your health is most important, I – "

Grumbling, Harry wriggled and forced Severus to move within him, causing a hitched breath from the man above him and finally movement started back up. It was soft and slow, passionate and sweet. Light rhythmic grunts filled the room as Severus took share of his ass, locking eyes with him and lips parted. They'd had their fair share of sexual encounters, but none quite so steady and low key as this.

As such, the man tensed and growled a few minutes later, "Fuck."

. . .

"Do you have antiseptic crème?" Severus asked, pulling on his trousers as the morning sun made his skin shine through the open curtain.

"Er, no… This is a flat." Harry blushed, and received a glare in response.

"Fine, I'm sure you have cups, hot water, and surely salt?"

"Yes, that we do have, downstairs." Harry replied with a guilty smile and went to stand, only to find Severus holding his shoulder to stop him.

"Stay here, I will be back."

Feeling nervous about it, Harry hesitated but when the man raised an eyebrow he knew not to argue and nodded with resignation. That's why he was soon left alone in the bedroom naked, as the man disappeared. The door was left open a crack, and for the most part he couldn't hear anything, but suddenly he could hear Severus's voice floating up the stairs. Nervous, he pilfered the sheet and wrapped it around his waist.

"You're not Harry's dad, are you?"

"A good observation." Severus replied smirking, standing in the middle of the kitchen just in pants.

"Looking for anything in particular?"

"A cup and salt."

"Ah, cups up there, salt in there. So, we all thought Potter had joined the nunnery after summer, he used to drown in hot girls but then the new term starts and suddenly he's the poster child for abstinence. I guess now we know it was you that stole his heart."

Severus filled the kettle and turned it on, setting the cup on the counter and leaning against it as he waited. Harry was edging down the corridor, sheet trailing him, and cringing at his housemate's comment.

"Indeed?"

The frat brother laughed and nodded, much to Harry's dismay and was tempted to go down the stairs as he was to drag Severus back to bed. He didn't want the older man to be scared away, and it was true, his celibacy hadn't been intentional… He supposed there was more feelings there for Severus than he'd first thought.

He heard Severus bidding the housemate a good day, not that Harry understood why the teen was up anyway, it was well early and being the weekend there was never really a reason to get up. When the man emerged on the landing, they looked at each other for a moment before Severus raised an eyebrow and questioned why he was out of bed.

Once they were safely back inside his bedroom, he got a facecloth for the man who was then sitting on the edge of the bed and dragging Harry's legs across his thighs. They remained silent, and it felt like there was a weird kind of tension between them, though that could have just been his overactive imagination. He had to do something however, and took a deep breath.

"For the record, I didn't drown in girls."

Severus stopped dabbing the salt water mixture on his knee and looked at him, "I know exactly how fraternities work. Not that it bothers me in the slightest anyway."

"Still, it was a shit thing for him to say." Harry bit his lip but suddenly found Severus kissing him and he released it.

"Harry, we all have our pasts, some good and others shady. I'm a big boy, more than capable of looking after myself."

Harry fought a smirk, "Big boy."

"Brat." Severus replied, then went back to fixing Harry's knees, "Besides, I'm rather flattered no other cock has tempted you."

Harry giggled, "Well, if you were in my position, you'd know why I'm addicted."

He watched as the man continued to dab away and felt himself relaxing at the gentle touches were made out of complete kindness. Working effectively and quickly, Harry soon found himself being lazily pushed back into the mattress with his knees stinging with the cleansing. Nothing happened really, some soft kisses that went no further, and actually he was rather pleased as his backside throbbed as a reminder of their reunion.

"When were you heading back home?" Harry asked after a while of comfortable cuddles.

"Tomorrow evening, so, you needn't worry, we have plenty of time."

"Cool." Harry smiled shyly, drawing a lazy circle around the man's peck, "I think today I'll take you through the Gryffindor gift shop. You know, I think you're seriously lacking in the school spirit."

"And here I thought touching the bacteria infested bronze boot of your Founder was enough."

"Did you just insult the great and noble leader's statue?"

Severus shook his head, all the while smiling, "Merely stating my confusion. So, what did you want to do?"

Harry thought for a moment; whilst he'd been anticipating this for such a long time, he hadn't thought much further than the bedroom and realized what an idiot he'd been. He also supposed that with his high profile in the area, that if they were to go through the local theme park, they would need to be on their best behavior. Sighing and turning over so he could look at the time, he deemed it too early to be up and about regardless, which was going to by him some time to think.

In the end, they went to the pier and stood at the end of it alone looking out into the ocean. Severus was standing behind him, arms around his waist and chin nestled comfortably in the juncture of Harry's neck. It was a perfect day with the man, though he was sad when the man finally left even after their extensive romping session.

. . .

"Hi mum." Harry smiled and waved at the camera on his laptop.

["Hello darling, how is school?"]

"Oh, just the same. Exams coming up and what not, it's like a never ending cycle." He laughed and readjusted his stance on the bed where his laptop was perched across his knees, "How's things at home?"

It was unusually strange to be speaking with his mother, even since Severus had gone back to Godric's Hollow, he'd felt empty and a little down. To hear from his mother was great and he began realizing that he was very much homesick, if not because his lover wasn't there, but because he just wanted to see his parents. Interestingly, Severus must have mentioned his trip over to Gryffindor because she asked if they had caught up, to which Harry couldn't deny that they had, but he left out the more salacious moments to their time together.

["I hear Gryffindor are playing at Hufflepuff next weekend?"]

"Yeah, we are. Do you think you and dad will make the trip?"

["Of course honey. We wouldn't miss the opportunity to see our two babies in action. We'll be cheering for you both."]

Grinning, Harry was looking forward to seeing everyone back together and wondered if Severus would be making it also. Obviously he wasn't particularly expecting the man to because Stacy would have done pep rallies and such through out the year… But he was going to be there. His mother was soon joined by his father and he twisted his laptop around as he leaned across the covers for a protein bar he wanted.

"Will you be staying over or driving back after the game?"

["Best if we stay, it's a long drive and I thought we could get together for dinner."]

He rather liked the sound of that, and a jolt of excitement shot through him at the prospect of Severus potentially coming over. He wouldn't mind betting that with the two families being as close as they were, that this dinner would mean the Snape's also. Chewing on his bar, he bid farewell to his mother soon after and grabbed his gym gear, heading out the door with his frat-brother. On the way, he couldn't shake the urge to message Severus and ask what he was doing next weekend.

"What's going on, Potter?" His friend asked as they were at the weights.

"Nothing, why?"

"You're all over the place lately, and I've never seen you moping so badly."

"I'm not moping." He pouted.

"You're doing it right now. Bloody hell, it's that man isn't it? You seem to have lost all spark since he left and that was a month ago."

"It's nothing." Harry went around the back of the bench to spot for his friend and sighed, "I miss him."

His friend sighed sympathetically, "You really have it bad for him, don't you?"

Did he? Shit, he didn't ever remember feeling this strongly for someone before, and it was only supposed to last the summer. It made his stomach twist and knot knowing the man wasn't with him and he was starting to suffer in his classwork because all he could think about was Severus. What had begun as lust, turned into love, there was no doubt about it, but refused to acknowledge it outright due to the fact he didn't feel he had the right to.

"I guess so." Harry admitted, supporting the bar.

"When was the last time the two of you spoke?"

"The weekend, but it's not like we talk all that often because I know he's busy. Mostly we text at night. Actually, I was going to ask if he'll be at the game this weekend…"

"That's right, you said something about his daughter being at Hufflepuff, yeah?"

"She's a cheerleader."

"Mmm, my favourite." His friend smirked, egging him on.

"Hey, you leave her alone." Harry snorted.

His friend was being crude after that, dreamily going through the cheerleaders he'd been acquainted with as of late, and not all of them from Gryffindor. Shaking his head, it was a nice distraction and realized that he did in fact think about Severus too much. Perhaps seeing him at the game against Hufflepuff wouldn't be the best idea. He had some thinking to do.

Later that night, Harry was deep into his studying when the vibration of his phone from across the room caught his attention. Sighing and leaning back in his chair, he tossed up the possibilities for who it might be and resigned himself to taking a break from typing for a little while. His stomach lit up with butterflies when he saw it was from Severus, and he smiled as he clicked open the message.

S: How is my hard working student this evening?

Huffing, he surreptitiously glanced at his empty desk and threw himself back across his bed, holding the phone up in front of his face as he silently confessed to himself that this exam wasn't going to get his usually high grade.

H: Struggling. I could do with a delicious distraction.

Grinning stupidly, he rolled onto his front and looked at the photos that were on the wall beside his bed.

S: Do you now? How about this…

S: [photo]

Harry choked on a little bit of spit that had formed in his mouth in surprise over the image that had been sent through. Severus was sitting at his desk, trousers unzipped, and a very hard cock standing proudly with the aid of his other hand. Harry's mouth watered at the sight, never tiring of seeing it and thumbed a message back.

H: I would give anything to be sitting on that right now.

S: I believe my stand in is located in your bedside drawer.

S: Get it out for me.

Oh Christ, Harry was instantly horny. But it seemed his neighbor was too. Willing to play the game and complying, he extracted the green dildo and the accompanying bottle of lubricant. An idea formed in his head as he fiddled around, and lubricated a finger to prepare himself. In the mean time, he decided to tease the man by being difficult. It was clear Severus was in the mood, so being a little minx, he thumbed an innocent reply.

H: And what am I doing with it?

As he waited for a reply, he added a second finger to stretch himself, moaning softly as he accidentally hit his prostate. God, he wished Severus was there to do this for him.

S: I think my whore should fuck himself with Daddy's cock.

He could only imagine what the man's voice sounded like as he said it, and was about to reply when another message popped up that had Harry moaning at the mere sight. It was a video, and said video had the man slowly stroking his hard cock, the cold white LED light from his computer illuminating the glistening head to show Harry that he was horny and wanting.

The only difficulty in attempting give the man what he had planned was the logistics of videoing it. Wanking, no problem. Fucking a dildo, complicated. So to give the man a teaser, he cleaned his hands and held the phone up, taking the dildo in his other hand and snapping a video of him licking it. Satisfied it would hold the man over till he set himself up, he hit send and giggled at the absurdity.

It took a few minutes to get a reply, and when he did it was to some interesting emoticons that suggested the man enjoyed the video very much. Grinning and putting some lubricant on the green silicone length, he slowly edged it into himself, sighing happily as he felt every rib rubbing against his entrance. Once it was in, he shuffled around and set his phone up on a pillow against his head board. He was about to turn around when his phone started ringing, and out of fright he yelped, dislodging it from its perch and hearing it clatter between the wall and the bed.

Grumbling, he flung himself to the spot and shoved his hand down the gaps, desperately trying to reach for it, knowing exactly who was calling him. When he caught the edge of it, he tried to pull his arm out of the slats of his head board and found it stuck. Panicking, he pulled as hard as he could, especially when he heard his frat brothers voice through the wall asking if he was all right.

"Fine! Everything's fine." Harry shouted back, worried that someone might come in and see him in a very compromising position – half naked with a dildo sticking out of his ass.

The phone stopped ringing, but it did nothing to ebb the unease at his situation. He lay there for a few moments, trying to gather himself and feeling the slats pressing into his arm uncomfortably, then the phone started ringing once more. Grunting and pulling hard, his arm finally came free at the different angle he used, even though the wood cracked at the force. As he shifted into a sitting position, he forgot about the intrusion sitting in his ass and yelped as it rammed right into placed it shouldn't go. Wincing at the pain and instantly jumping onto his front he pulled it out and threw it on the floor as if it were merely trash. His mood and erection now gone, he sadly looked at Severus's name on the screen and hit the green button.

"Hi."

Whatever the man was going to say obviously stayed on his tongue for a second as he paused, before he asked what was wrong. Feeling deflated, Harry laughed with embarrassment at himself and made up some excuse.

"Just tripped over, hurt myself a little. I'm sorry. Can I ring you tomorrow?"

Now he just felt rotten, and when Severus gave him a sullen affirmation, he promptly hung up. Tears stung at the corners of his eyes as he felt the throbbing in his ass where the toy had poked him uncomfortably and decided that he was done with his studying for now. He needed a hot shower and then bed. It was going to be an early start in the morning.

. . .

"Hey loser." Rose said, punching Harry's arm.

"Hello shit stain." He replied with a smile, earning a growl from his sister and muttered obscenities where their parents couldn't hear her.

"Good to see you son." His father said by way of greeting and he took the man into a hug.

His mother was next, and suddenly he was overcome with emotion, knowing that things were building inside him and feeling like he couldn't control them, "Hey mum."

"Sweetheart, is everything okay? You've been awfully distant lately, and you look tired."

"I'm a student," He laughed, waving off her concerns, "There's this one assignment that just hasn't agreed with me, and I'm struggling with it."

"I'm sure you're just putting too much pressure on yourself. Your grades are always high." She tried to reassure, but Harry knew the real reason why he couldn't focus on the work.

"I should probably get going, the team is assembling. Text me what time dinner is and I'll meet you there."

Hugging his mother once more, his family all said good luck before he darted off into the crowds to the locker room. Hufflepuff weren't really going to be a challenge for Gryffindor, the past few years had been a rough time for the badgers. That didn't mean he could afford to lose his focus, so when he was getting ready, his friend came to sit beside him with a knowing look.

"It's nothing."

"I've seen that look, Potter. You have to forget about it and do what you do well. Playing football. I know being the star footballer for our school isn't easy, that it requires work, so you just need to leave that fancy man of yours right here in the locker room. Don't take it onto the field with you."

"I know. I've got it handled." Harry replied, looking to his friend and giving a reassuring smile, "The only thing that matters today is the game. And it's going to be a glorious win for Gryffindor."

"That's the spirit." His friend said, clapping him on the back.

Truth was, as he stared into the depths of his locker, the only thing he could think of was whether or not he would be seeing Severus at dinner, and whether he could look the man in the eye. Admittedly, he'd been ignoring the man by not replying to his messages right away, and he figured the unease he was experiencing was guilt, knowing his neighbor hadn't done anything wrong.

Before he knew it, he was out on the field, the cheers from the crowds deafening him and time losing all focus. Looking around him, his team where being pumped up by the crowds but all he could see was the huge monitor at one end of the field that had his face plastered all over it. He even looked miserable, this wouldn't do, he needed to snap out of it immediately.

"Yo, where are you?" It was a team member standing in front of him, but he couldn't do it, he felt nauseous.

Turning around, he walked straight up to their coach who paled and ushered him under the stands, away from prying eyes.

"What is it, Potter?" Turning away from him, he spoke to his assistant, "Get the medic," He then turned back to Harry, "Don't put pressure on yourself kid, these things happen. Just take a moment to gather yourself and we'll put you into the second half.

"Right." Nodding numbly, Harry was led by one of the teams medics to the locker room where the noise was very subdued and he relaxed when it was just the two of them.

The medic was trying to ascertain what was wrong, but he kept trying to tell the man that everything was fine, he just needed a moment. After being given equal measures of electrolytes and water, he was left alone and he slumped against the wall, his head enjoying the cool painted stone tiles. Going over to his bag, he pulled out his phone and cringed when he saw the messages from his father, asking what was wrong. However, he didn't truly feel sick until Severus's name popped up.

S: Something is wrong, please tell me.

So, it appeared Severus was there at the game, it wasn't surprising as his daughter was cheering for the game but it was still confronting. Harry knew this feeling wasn't going to go away until he said what was truly on his mind.

H :I haven't slept.

H: I don't know if I can do this…

Once he clicked his phone off, and his head was back against the stone, he realized what he'd said but the truth was he had just meant the game. Football was his life, he loved it and was exceptionally talented, but today was the first day he would have preferred not to be in the spotlight. His coach was right, these things happened. Pressure built and nerves could crack. The problem wasn't actually the game that he was feeling pressured by, he just wanted to see Severus.

"Harry?"

His eyes were on the corridor under the bleachers and Severus was standing there looking very out of place. Technically the man shouldn't even be down there but the relief he felt when the man was in the same room hit him hard.

"Hi." Up on his feet, he checked with a quick glance to see they were alone, before waving the man in.

"I knew this day would come." Severus almost sounded wounded and Harry decided he didn't like that tone.

"That's not what I meant, it was the game. But… I miss you and that night on the phone, the one that ended terribly –" Harry blushed and giggled involuntarily.

Severus appeared to have something flash in his eyes, but it was gone as quickly as it was seen, "Humor aside, is this why I haven't heard from you?"

As always the man was straight to the point, it was a quality Harry admired in him and suddenly, the pressures of everything seemed to disappear and his shoulders relaxed, "Stupid, isn't it?"

Severus pulled him into a hug, awkward as it was due to the shoulder pads, and Harry felt the man's nose pressing into his crown, "You are not stupid, Harry. Stubborn, yes – "

"Hey!" Harry smiled, though he tried not to.

"Your fathers son." The man finished, and Harry grumbled.

"I thought we agreed to keep my father out of this." Harry's grizzle was only half hearted.

"Did we? Hmm," Severus pulled away and looked toward the ceiling in thought with Harry glancing up at him, "I distinctly remember that being when my cock was about to be rammed up your arse."

Harry's mouth popped open as he was then treated to a wolfish lopsided grin from the older man still holding him. He knew having been able to talk to him, have that reassurance, that everything would be fine. But he was surprised at how his emotions changed with one simple look in said man's direction.

"Now. What are you going to do about the abysmal job your team is doing with you moping in the changing room?"

"They are not being beaten." Harry scoffed, but even as he said it, Hufflepuff had scored a touch down, "Shit."

"Indeed." His neighbor raised an eyebrow.

"We can talk later?"

"Of course. This is not a light situation, but unfortunately your mother insisted we all go to dinner together this evening. And, I must confess that I am unsure who I should be cheering for."

Harry narrowed his eyes with a smirk, "Me, obviously."

"Well, that's if you win. Which currently, you are not."

Harry rolled forward on his feet and pressed a quick kiss to the man's lips, before stepping out of the hold and grabbing his helmet. He wasn't sure why he thought his neighbor was going to be mad at him for this, perhaps it was his immaturity in relationships and life? Whatever it was, there was no room to be letting it affect him today, and with the man by his side, he knew his abilities would be unstoppable.

"Who are you?"

Harry turned around to see his coach and the medic coming into the changing room. He was about to open his mouth and explain when Severus beat him to it with his usual cool manner and dominant authority.

"Potter's personal physio," At this he thrust his hand out to the coach, "I won't take up your time, but perhaps your physician and I can have a chat later about the care of your players."

Harry wanted to shrivel up and with embarrassment, knowing full well that the man was making it a pissing match. On reflection he would have seen that the man was making the perfect cover for him being down there, but as mortifying as it was, Harry was whisked away and given a talking to by his coach before he saw the bright light of the afternoon sunshine.

His team were undoubtedly excited to see him, and noticing the change in morale immediately, he knew the game was about to turn for the better. His friend gave him a pat on the back, welcoming him out as they both stood field side waiting to be substituted in.

"You look better." He commented and Harry nodded confidently.

"Let's win this."

. . .

"Here he is, the man of the day."

Harry rolled his eyes at the comment made by his father and Rose was busy withering along her side of the table at the attention it grabbed. He didn't mind however, his family was there and he was able to give Stacy a quick hug, as well as a smirk at the obvious hickey on her neck. Being seated next to her, he wiggled his eyebrows and she tried to hide behind a glass of water.

"He must have balls knowing your father is here and he left that on your neck."

"Don't know what you're talking about. I tripped."

"Tripped and landed on his – " He was cut off as a swift hand under the table smashed into his crotch.

The sound caught the others attention, as well as Harry's wincing but it was all for naught when the waitress came over to get their orders. Severus was on the opposite side of the round dining table and managed to catch his eye, feeling a warmth spread through his body as a result.

"We were worried about you, son. What did the medic say?"

Whipping his head around to his father, he was momentarily distracted from his neighbor and brought back to reality. Well, this wasn't going to be a nice conversation – yes, father I'm struggling because your neighbor is shagging your son and it's distracting him from his studies. Oh yes, that was going to be a great conversation starter. Instead, he went with tiredness.

"Like I said before the game, I just haven't been sleeping. There's a few assignments building up at I'm not going to let my grades slip just to play football." He finished with a shrug, knowing that his scores were important but he wouldn't even appease both parents at the same time.

As if on cue, his father opened his mouth to speak but his mother promptly intervened on his behalf and they shared a knowing smile. Severus too seemed to be on his side, probably because he was looking pointedly at his daughter to emphasize his point.

"I thought this was supposed to be a fun night." Stacy pouted, flicking her black ponytail in Harry's direction.

"Once the oldies are asleep, it can be." He laughed, which perked her up immediately.

It wasn't until Harry was in his shared hotel room that night and getting out of the shower that he heard from Severus. His roommate was already in bed, eye mask and noise cancelling plugs firmly in place, when the message from Severus came through and he was thankful that the man appeared to be in the same hotel as they were. Finding out the room number, he grabbed his backpack and threw in some clothes before sneaking out of the room.

Knocking on the door, he waited mere seconds before it was opened and the man greeted him warmly. It was a superior room, it seemed his neighbor spared no expense when he was away travelling and there was a lounge suite over by the large floor to ceiling windows overlooking the Hufflepuff campus.

"I can't believe you said that to my coach." Harry commented, dumping his bag at the end of the king bed and walking to the couches.

"Well then I ask you, my darling little minx, how are those shoulders of yours?" Severus was smug as ever, though when he came to join Harry he left a decent gap between them.

Instinctively, Harry rotated his shoulders and found they were indeed tight from all the hunching over he did at his desk and studying. His guilty smile was enough to prove a point and he slouched against the cushions with a gentle pout. When he glanced back to the man, he was gazing at him fondly, and he blinked in surprise at the tenderness there. The twisting it caused in his stomach was instinctive, as Severus went to sit up straighter and looked at him purposefully.

"Talk to me, Harry."

"I'd rather not." Whilst he knew what the man was getting at, this was supposed to be fun and carefree, so to change tack he crawled across the couch and straddled Severus's thighs, "I'd rather show you what my cheeky mouth can do, putting my sinful tongue to play."

The light shining in Severus's eyes showed him that the man knew exactly what he was referring to. Summer had been extremely fun, and he just wanted to move it back to this. It seemed that his neighbor took the hint because within seconds teeth were at his neck, nipping and tugging on the skin almost painfully. Wriggling his hips, they were both hard quickly and time seemed to slow as he rocked back and forward, rubbing their clothed centers together.

Unsurprisingly, Harry had been picked up and taken to the bed, clothes torn from their limbs and echoes of screams bounced off the walls as they came apart. In the early hours of the morning, he stirred and had a beautifully night lit view of the city. From this height, he couldn't see the traffic but various lights from neighboring apartments created another worldly setting, feeling high above the dramas of his life on the ground.

He smiled lazily, feeling Severus's heart beating against his back and sighed with content. Sure, he could get used to waking up like this every morning before he went to classes and would have loved nothing more than to come back to a night of primal sex. But that's not what the deal was, and he knew there had to be a mind shift in there so he could get through the rest of the year.

"You, my dear kitten, are thinking very loudly." Severus's voice was deep, gravelly and tickled his ear as lips were pressed against his nape, "Please tell me."

He needed to be honest, and it was then Harry realized bottling it up wasn't going to do anything helpful in the situation. Not wanting to move from the ridiculously comfortable position, he swallowed a small lump in his throat and wriggled so he was closer to the older man. Arms gently tightened around him after the action, and he knew things would be all right.

"I know this isn't a relationship like conventional ones, but sometimes I think about the things we've done and I get lonely," Pausing, he felt the lips on the base of his neck move and press a feather light kiss, "You're a busy man, and I'm busy with university, but I feel stuck between wanting you more and not wanting to see you at all."

The man was still quiet at this, clearly letting him speak, but when he didn't reply for an entire minute, Harry worried that he had said something wrong, "Does that make sense?"

"Yes." Severus replied, and then shifted so Harry was rolling over and flat on his back, "Unfortunately, I cannot make more time to see you, as much as I would love nothing more than to ravish you during your school term."

The answer was two pronged, but it alleviated some of the tension Harry had been feeling. At this they paused to exchange, what could have safely been the steamiest kiss he had received ever.

"Perhaps we can save this for your school break."

Harry blinked, "You're okay with this?" Feeling a little silly for thinking the man might give him more, he realized his tone was too hopeful.

"Disappointed to pull back, but I am not going to be a cause of stress for you. This gives us something to look forward to. What do you say?" Severus leaned in to nip at Harry's bottom lip, and he could feel the fire building in his loins.

"I say let's make the most of it before we leave today."

Sure, it wasn't really the outcome he wanted, but it was better to nip it now than let it fester. He could clear his head and focus on what was really important, which was classes and Football. Then, as Severus mentioned, they could reunite over summer. He already felt lighter, and to prove this, he snaked a hand between them to take a handful of his favourite piece of the man's anatomy.

"Brat." Severus hissed, before pinning Harry to the bed and trapping him with his entire body, "Looks like you need to be reminded on the rules."

Wriggling beneath the older man, Harry grinned with mirth and giggled, "You might have to remind me, it's been a while."

And remind Harry he did as they went again but more notable was when they finally rose later that morning after ordering some room service and the man had snuck into the bathroom to save water. Harry's leg propped on a built in foot rest, back arched and head draped along Severus's shoulder. The older man reminding him that a good fucking resulted in legs like jelly.

There was a pleasant and uncomfortable ache when he moved after they'd said goodbye and it was something his friend picked up on when they met at the bus to leave. After a few eye brow wiggles, Harry gave up on his friend and chucked his gear on the below storage before finding a good seat. Slumping down in a row, he rested his head against the glass and shoved his earplugs in, blasting his favourite tune. The bus slowly filled and his friend took the adjacent row but he ignored the smug bastard for now and continued to look out the window.

Funnily enough, a few minutes later he caught sight of Severus gliding out the door with his rolling suitcase. They weren't departing on bad terms, in fact it was rather the opposite and he smiled, even though the windows were tinted. There were a few people mulling around the entrance and it looked like the man hadn't seen them from across the street loading up. He was pulling out his phone, looking at it for a moment before waving at a taxi that pulled up.

Harry admired him from afar, thinking that he was a very lucky individual to know someone as smug and kinky as Severus Snape. Readjusting in his seat so it didn't hurt quite so much, he sighed happily before the vibration of his phone pulled his attention. Glancing at it, he saw it was from Severus and beamed at the phone.

S: Summer cannot come soon enough.

He supposed that was the best, I'm going to miss you, he was going to get from the man. Huffing with the smile still firmly on his face, he typed a reply.

H: I'll miss you too ;)

He thought he was being funny, knowing full well the man wouldn't ever put himself in a vulverable position. Especially not after their conversation on pulling back and making their relationship purely between university terms.

S: And Daddy will miss his delicious minx. Behave yourself.

Harry was looking across the road as Severus was getting into the back seat of the vehicle. Surprise came in the form of his mouth popping open at the message, doubly when he saw the man was smiling also. As always, so full of surprises and instantly his cock throbbed. Summer certainly couldn't come fast enough.

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And that is 100% the end of this porno story. I hope you guys have enjoyed it just as much as I have been writing it. I've been inspired to write another with equal amounts of smut, but it's a work in progress.