"Happy Birthday."
Severus spun around and glared at the young man leaning against the doorjamb of the Potions classroom, holding a large chocolate cake decorated with strawberries before him.
"You're late, Potter." He put the flasks he was carrying on the desk carefully before folding his arms, his fingers tapping on the heavy black cloth of his teaching robes.
Harry wrinkled his nose at him. "The boss held me back," he explained, lifting the cake before him and holding it out as he walked towards Severus. "But I managed to pick up the cake." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"Hmph," Severus grunted. "It's going to take more than a cake, Mr. Potter." He'd been waiting impatiently for Harry's arrival since the last of the incompetent Hufflepuffs had finished detention. Certainly, the storage cupboard where he kept the inert bases hadn't been this pristine in many months, and he hadn't even required a student to clean it.
"How about a cake with some of that special cream you like so much?" Harry grinned at him, and Severus had to work to keep a smile from his lips.
"You have a very high opinion of your attractions, Potter," Severus said. "I may have made other plans."
"Since this morning?"
"Perhaps I grew tired of waiting."
"You haven't taken the edge off, have you?" Harry asked. "I'm going to be damned pissed off if you started without me."
Severus had indeed been tempted, but Harry didn't need to know that. He stepped closer and said, "It's been a long day, Harry. I've been waiting."
Harry reached out and ran his fingers up Severus' arm before twining them with Severus'. "And I've been wanting," he said. "Are you finished here?"
Severus glanced around at the piles of flasks still sitting on the student's desks in front of the cupboards. Gryffindor Fourths were on first tomorrow. They could finish the job while the Slytherins studied. "Yes," he said. "Let's go home." He deftly lifted the plate from Harry's grip and plucked a strawberry from the top of the cake.
The short journey down the corridors to his personal chambers had never seemed so long. Harry's whispered comments about what he intended to do to Severus' willing body had him struggling to maintain his even stride. The fingers that trailed across his arse when there were no students in sight quickened his breath and stirred his cock.
Severus quickly took down the wards with his wand, flicking it back into his robes as Harry pushed the door open and lifted the cake from his grasp, sliding it onto the cabinet next to the door before slamming the door shut and pushing Severus up against it. Potter mightn't have the height to match his lover's, but he knew how to use the muscle he had, and Severus wasn't exactly fighting him.
After all, up against the wall was one of his favourite positions.
Harry's mouth was hot and eager against his, his hips grinding against Severus as his fingers worked deftly at the buttons of Severus' robes. Severus bent his head into Harry's kiss, his tongue sliding against Harry's as Harry's fingers slipped beneath the fabric of his shirt and stroked his heated skin. His own hands slid down to grip Harry's arse, pulling him onto his toes and Severus' gasped as Harry's cock rubbed against his through their trousers.
"Mm," Harry moaned into Severus' mouth, his hips thrusting forward, his tongue matching the urgent rhythm before he pulled back. "No," he said, biting his lip.
"No?" Severus asked as he nuzzled into the soft skin at the base of Harry's throat, his fingers lifting Harry's robes and wriggling beneath his trousers to cup Harry's arse.
"No," Harry gasped, "it's your birthday." He pulled away, his trousers slipping a bit and reached for the cake. "Bed. Now."
Severus acquiesced with a low chuckle, "so eager, Harry?" and let his robes fall from his shoulders in a puddle as he straightened and crossed the room. He was somewhat eager himself – Harry, after all, could be very creative in his efforts to please, Severus thought as he unbuttoned his shirt and dropped it. He sat on the side of the bed, slipped his shoes and socks off and stood to remove his trousers.
"No, you don't. That's my job," Harry said, coming into the room. On any other man, it would have looked ridiculous, a silver and green ribbon tied around his erect cock into a perfectly shaped bow, holding a silver plate in one hand with a chocolate cake decorated with strawberries, and his wand and two forks in the other.
Harry looked perfectly edible, and Severus licked his lips as his mouth watered. His hands dropped away from his trousers and he lifted himself back on the bed as Harry walked towards him, putting the plate within easy reach on the bedside table and dropping his wand and the forks beside it.
Severus reached out one finger and ran it up the underside of Harry's cock, and smirking when the bow bobbed. "Definitely eager, Mr. Potter."
"I've been looking forward to this all day," Harry said and knelt up on the bed. His fingers slid over Severus' chest, golden brown against the paleness of Severus' skin. Reaching for a nipple, Harry nipped it between forefinger and thumb, rubbing it as Severus' back arched and his chest lifted under that loving touch. "All day," he said again, smiling down at Severus.
"Yes," Severus said simply, and lifted one hand to cover Harry's, urging it over his chest and down to the buttons on his trousers. "Kiss me."
Harry leaned in, all the warmth in Severus' world, and kissed him. Severus kept his eyes open, watching Harry's lids fall to cover that brilliant green, Harry's mouth soft and rosy and eminently kissable. His hands lifted to tangle in Harry's hair as Harry's mouth covered his, his lips opening under Harry's probing tongue. Soft noises, nothing so articulate as words, urged encouragement and Severus shivered as Harry explored his mouth. His hips lifted and fingers tightened when he felt Harry's fingers on the buttons of his trousers, flicking them open and pushing them down to draw his cock, heavy and swollen, out to lay along his belly.
Severus heard a moan as Harry lifted his head to look down at him, splayed over the bed, wanton and wanting, and realised it was himself making those needy quiet sounds.
"Delectable," Harry said, and Severus was struck again at how unlikely this was, that Harry would look at him with loving eyes.
Quick hands urged Severus' trousers down and he kicked them off, his hands holding on to Harry's shoulders as Harry bent in once more and kissed, hot biting kisses down his chest, pausing to suckle on a nipple as Severus panted under him, and then shifted down, down to lick at the straining head of Severus' cock before swallowing it down.
"Yes," a low moan, as Severus' fingers moved over Harry's throat and up into his hair, "please," and Harry grazed his teeth against the so-sensitive shaft, "ah," and slipped his fingers down between Severus' splayed thighs to lift and roll his heavy testicles, "more." Harry's fingers slipped lower, pressing against his perineum before fingering his hole, and Severus' hips lifted and jerked as he came deep into Harry's throat.
He collapsed panting onto the bed, and Harry grinned down at him, tongue darting to lick at a drip of come on the corner of his mouth.
"Okay, love?"
Severus opened his eyes to find that the world had stopped spinning and Harry's hard cock was pressing urgently against his thigh. "One of these days, brat, I will die beneath you and you will have some difficult questions to answer."
"Yep," Harry said in a self-satisfied manner. "But not today, though. I have plans for you." His pressed his cock more firmly, and Severus rolled languorously over onto his belly.
"Do as you will," he said, inviting more attention. Harry had always treated his birthdays as something special, and some of the comments in the corridor had been very inventive…
He felt Harry shift and reach and then a large dollop of cold cream was dropped into the small of his back. He stiffened and protested.
"That's what you get for not paying attention, Severus," Harry said, and bent over his back to lick it off. Severus felt Harry's hand spread the cheeks of his arse, the cool air of the dungeons brushing over his heated skin as Harry blew onto the sensitive pucker. He spread his legs further, and looked back over his shoulder to see Harry shift between his legs, cloudy green eyes fixed on Severus' arse and licking his lips.
"So I'm the birthday treat, am I?" Severus asked with amusement, his skin shivering a little with anticipation.
"You're always my treat," Harry said, and swiped his fingers between the layers of chocolate sponge for another dollop of cream before pressing two fingers against Severus' hole.
"Ah," a long sigh as Harry's fingers pressed and rubbed at the tight ring of muscle and Severus' nerves sang with the pleasure of it.
"Oh, you like that." Satisfaction dripped from Harry's voice as he fingered Severus' arse. The slide and rub of Harry's fingers as he pressed further in, as the cream melted, drew murmurs of pleasure from deep in Severus' belly.
Harry added more cream and reached for his wand. Severus looked back at him through the curtain of his hair, not having the energy to shake it away, and raised an eyebrow.
"I want this to go deep, love," Harry said, and slid the wand into Severus' arse. Severus could feel Harry's magic reaching out across his nerves, whispering up his spine, and his head fell forward into the pillow as his back arched and his arse lifted.
"Yes, that's it," Harry said softly, and Severus could feel his fingers rubbing around the wand as he stroked it in and out of Severus' body, Harry's magic filling him with every slow stroke, roiling through his belly and along his cock in waves of heat and need.
"Please," Severus said, his voice deep and husky to his own ears. "Please, Harry." He levered himself to his knees and elbows, blood and magic burning through his veins, as he pushed back against the wand.
Harry bent in and kissed the soft trembling skin of Severus' arse, the touch of his lips heat on heat. "Please what, love?"
"Please, fuck me." Severus felt desperate, on the verge of flying apart, focussed and destroyed by Harry's wand.
"You know I will. But only you can take the bow off, love."
Severus shuddered as Harry slowly pulled the wand free and held his position with trembling limbs. Harry kissed the cheek of his arse again, a gentle, tender touch, and rubbed his hand over the soft skin before helping Severus to kneel.
"You look so good like this, so wanton," Harry breathed before bending in to kiss Severus, his tongue running softly over Severus' swollen lips, fingers caressing the flushed skin of his face. "Take the bow off," he said, and Severus complied with shaking hands.
Harry sighed as the ribbon released and fell to the bed, his cock jerking under Severus' touch and a drop of pre-come sliding from the purple head to drip onto Severus' fingers. Severus lifted his hand to his mouth and licked his finger hungrily with a soft incoherent moan.
"Now," Harry said, "I have to fuck you now." Harry eased Severus onto his back, his fingers hot against Severus' burning flesh as he spread Severus' thighs and lifted his legs. A whispered word and the small bottle of lubricant flew into Harry's hand.
Severus moaned again, a needy breathy sound, when Harry's face distorted as he stroked the glistening oil over his cock before positioning himself at Severus' entrance. "Now, Harry, now."
"Yes, love," and Harry pushed into his open, willing body.
The pressure was incredible, and Severus screamed, his body arching and hands clutching at Harry's shoulders as he thrust hard and deep into Severus.
"Gods, I love you," Harry said, and Severus arched again and again, twisting under Harry's hand and cock, his body on fire, desperate with need under the slow slide of Harry's cock into him. A single touch as Harry's hand slid between their heaving bodies and closed around his cock and Severus came with a hoarse cry, white fire burning along his veins and exploding from his body to slick their bellies.
Harry held himself still for a moment as Severus spasmed below him, his skin flinching and nerves burning from the overload of sensation, the world spinning around him.
Finally his eyes opened to see Harry's face looking down at him, skin flushed and eyes half-closed, his teeth biting down on his lip as he struggled to maintain his self-control.
"Now, Harry," Severus said softly, and pulled his hips higher, anchoring his legs around Harry's waist.
Again and again Harry thrust, his shoulders damp with sweat under Severus' hands, and Severus tangled his hands into Harry's hair, sliding one down to cup Harry's face. "I love you," he said, and Harry stiffened, his hips juddering as he came and Severus would have sworn that he could feel the burn of come and magic into his body, the basic facts of human biology not withstanding.
Harry collapsed upon him, and they lay in a tangled mass of sweaty limbs, Severus' hands stroking over every part of Harry's skin that he could reach, shoulders and back and arms and throat. Harry finally lifted his head and shifted to kiss Severus, a slow dance of lips and tongues and love.
"Happy Birthday, Severus," he said, his hands lifting the sweaty strands of Severus' hair away from his face.
Yes, thought Severus, it was, and he kissed Harry slowly again, his arms wrapping around Harry and pulling him close.
"Mm," he agreed, and they lay together for several minutes, enjoying the warmth of the fire in Severus' bedroom.
Harry remembered the cake and leaned over Severus to drag the plate and forks down to the bed. Chocolate cake and Harry, Severus thought.
Life couldn't get any better than this.
Author's Chapter Notes:
It's Severus' birthday, so how could I let that go past without smut? Don't look for anything deep here! No beta, so all mistakes are mine.
