Harry stretched out languorously, his sweaty, sated body enjoying the long caresses of Severus’ hands.
“You look almost happy now,” Harry said, fingers stroking Severus’ long white neck.
“The moment I touched you, I was damned,” Severus answered mockingly, his mouth slightly upturned. “It’s too late to go back now. What’s done is done.”
Harry smiled and pressed tiny kisses down his throat and his collarbone, hands twined in silky black hair. He paused to suck at the base of his throat.
“Well if this is hell, I don’t mind the punishment,” he grinned and nipped.
“For once, we agree.”
Story Notes:
Set in an alternative reality where Harry is over eighteen and attending Hogwarts.
