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He somehow just keeps surprising you. It’s incredible, really.
He was the last person you could ever expect to end up with. How many people expect to end up with their ex-professor? Not you, that's for sure. But Merlin, did he catch you with that heart of gold he so fiercely shields from everyone else?
He makes time for you on weekends, with him being so busy at Hogwarts. It’s clearly not enough for both of you, and he makes that evident every time he sees you again. Just a single drop of your fragrance hitting his nose makes him a man possessed after a week of not seeing you.
Of course, you still communicate. He writes to you daily… and you dream of him every night. Dreams of what could lie ahead or romantic endeavors, dreams of his lips on yours , dreams of his voice in your ear.
That intense magnetic pull he’s got on you hasn't wavered in the slightest since this relationship started. A permanent honeymoon.
The weekend hits once again. The only part of the week you can proudly say you look forward to.
“Damn fools… keeping me from you…” He murmurs against your lips. His breath mixing with yours could be considered a drug of some kind. That’s not even mentioning his hands on your waist, exploring your body like it’s his first time feeling you.
It's moments like these where his presence reminds you how you got here and why you love him so much. He's a lover deep down, buried behind all that pain and all those walls. He reserves every ounce of love he has in his being just for you.
You quietly chuckle against his lips. He’s always so eager, and it’s a little shocking coming from a man who you were under the impression had mastered patience.
You keep kissing him. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he occasionally whispers about how pissed he is that he hasn't seen you in a week like he does every weekend.
“Not even gonna let me make you dinner first?” You whisper against his lips, your hands moving up his neck to rest in his hair.
Something that could be considered a smile, a small curl of his lips flashes across his face at your words.His grip on your waist tightens ever so slightly.
“Dinner can wait… I cannot.” and just like that, his lips are on yours again. He’s moving now, guiding you backwards into your bedroom. His lips don’t leave yours for a moment.
You can’t even focus on moving backwards when his tongue is so perfectly exploring your mouth. It’s a beautiful invasion that makes your head feel like it's spinning.
Somehow, you’ve made it to the bedroom. You only come back to your consciousness when he breaks the kiss. He’s sat on the edge of your bed, holding your waist with both hands as he looks up at you standing above him. Merlin, it's a sight. His eyes are blown out, making them look darker than they already are. His face is flushed, bringing a beautiful pink splash of color to his pale complexion. He’s looking up at you like you’re the only thing in the world, like you’re his entire world.
You could actually devour him right here, right now, but where's the fun in that? You like to take your time with him. Every second with him is one that you like to savor. Take hours.
He moves like he’s hypnotized, his hands slithering up to start unbuttoning your blouse. His eyes don’t leave yours, making it all so much more intimate. You can’t do anything but watch him as he slowly undresses you. Your hot skin relishes the air of your room as he undoes each button.
He pushes your blouse off your shoulders when he finally gets it all unbuttoned. He takes a moment to admire your upper body, his hands tracing your skin as his eyes roam over you. Of course, his fingers trace your bra, which never fails to make your breath hitch.
What makes your breath stop, however, is when he leans up to start placing open kisses on your chest. His lips have a path, tracing the curve of your breast. That nose of his digs into your skin as his lips ravish you. Could you possibly ask for anything more?
"This… off." He murmurs against your breast, his fingers trailing along the edge of your bra to make his point clear. His voice drips with desperation. The pure need begging to see you bare in front of his eyes.
You smile to yourself at his love for your body, your hands reaching behind you to start undoing the clasp of your bra.
"Unfair, don't you think? I can't be the only one here topless." You purr to him, letting your bra fall off your chest and to the floor where many other clothes will be by the end of the night.
He wants to scowl, you can see it in his face. He refrains, however, when he sees your bare chest in front of him.
That's the thing about Severus, it's never about him. It's you you you and more you. He's never been one to advocate for his own pleasure. No matter how hard you try to worship him, tease him, make it all about him, he never lets it be so.
You see his hand come up to potentially touch your bare chest, but you seize it.
"Come on, Sev." You whisper pleadingly, your eyes bleeding with desire to see him bare.
He's hesitant. His eyes pierce your own as if you are a fool to ask him twice. Though as his eyes look into yours, it's as if he can see the pureness in you. You've seen his body many times and you've proven that you will do nothing but adore every inch of him.
"Little witch-" He almost hisses as he starts to undo the buttons of his shirt.
You smile at your victory, leaning down to take his face in your hands and kiss his lips.
"You're too beautiful to hide like that." You whisper against his lips. He doesn't respond, he never does when you compliment him.
He gets his shirt unbuttoned as you distract him with your kisses, letting it slide down his body.
He doesn't give you time to admire him. His hand comes up to cup your breast the minute he gets his shirt off. You moan into his mouth, breaking the kiss to gasp as he kneads you gently.
You're not backing down though. Your own hand comes to lay flat against his chest, feeling every scar and every muscle beneath your fingers. He groans at the contact, leaning in to press his lips against your chest again.
His hand leaves your breast to grip your waist with both hands now. He presses one more kiss to your chest before he swiftly pulls you onto the bed, laying you on your back like it's the easiest thing in the world. You gasp at the sudden motion, but moan as his lips go back to your chest.
"You gorgeous thing…" He groans against your skin, his hands feeling your hips as his lips find your nipple. His tongue swirls around the now hardened bud, causing a more shaky moan to leave your lips.
Your body shivers at his words. His praise has a way of making you go a little feral. He's always got that tone of actual worship.
Your hands tangle in his hair again as he attacks your breasts with his lips. Your thighs shake every time his tongue does something especially wonderful.
His hands find the button of your pants, undoing them impatiently as his lips travel down your body. He slips them off your body, throwing them to the floor when his lips reach the waistband of your panties.
Your body heats up to impossible temperatures as his lips kiss your heat through your panties. His hands grip your thighs, feverishly kissing you through the fabric like a man completely possessed and drunk on you.
He looks up at you with those pure black eyes of his. His fingers dip into the waistband of your panties.
"Let me…" he husks out, his eyebrow furrowing with so much need he looks like he can barely contain it. You nod immediately, your hands in his hair tugging slightly as if a sign of encouragement.
He wastes no time, pulling your panties aside and getting to work.
You gasp the second his tongue makes contact with your bare skin. His tongue works slowly, but with precise action. He starts at your entrance, lapping and kissing you with gentleness. It's like he's realized he needs to be slow with you, needs to appreciate the limited time he has.
He moves up to that sensitive bundle of nerves, which makes real noises start to erupt from your throat. That really excites him, you notice, groaning against your arousal as he circles you with his tongue.
He moves one of his hands to take your hand out of his hair and into his own. Your heart leaps at the romantic gesture, somehow amplifying the pleasure.
You squeeze his hand as he keeps pleasuring you. You have to tilt your head back against the pillow as the pleasure increases, your bare chest rising and falling rapidly as the fire in your lower stomach keeps rising.
It's rising too fast, actually, you're quickly reaching your climax and you're not ready to finish quite yet.
"Sev- Sev stop-" you whisper a little brokenly, your hand tugging his head off of you.
He somehow looks pleased and disappointed at the same time when you pull his head up. He squeezes your hand, his lips shining with your own arousal.
"Already…?" He questions with a small smirk.
"Yeah… don't wanna come yet." You whisper back, pulling him up by his head. He follows eagerly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before kissing you again.
Your hands travel from his hair down to his pants, undoing them with ease as your lips taste your very own arousal on his. He's straining against his underwear as you pull his pants down his legs, which makes your body ignite with more excitement.
You already know he's not gonna let you touch him for long, so you simply cup him through his briefs. He groans into your mouth, pleased by the action, but definitely not about to make this all about him.
His hand comes down to grip your wrist in warning, slowly pulling your hand off of him.
"None of that…" he murmurs as he breaks the kiss, moving to pull down your panties and slip them down your legs.
You huff at his reluctance, but his hands pulling down his briefs distract your annoyance.
He gets them off quickly, once again giving you no time to admire him as he moves both of your bodies. His full weight is pressing you into the mattress, not in a way that's overly dominant, but more for making sure there's not an inch of skin not touching.
Your legs are somewhat tangled, but in the best way possible. It's even better as his lips go to your neck, pressing open kisses to your skin. His arm is wrapped around you, keeping you pressed up against him as he takes his other hand to reach between your bodies. He's lining himself up now. You press kisses into his hair to return the favor.
The stretch comes in slow, but your body eagerly welcomes him in. His breath gets more ragged as he slides into you, his face burying into your neck and squeezing you slightly with both arms.
You moan into his hair all soft and breathless. It's not all about pleasure or fucking you, but more just connecting with you and making you feel loved. He's always been good at that, but right now it feels amplified.
Your arms wrap around his body as well, feeling him bottom out. He fills you so perfectly. You aren't convinced there's another soul who could make your heart and body feel so full all at once. Perfect. Just perfect.
You bring his head out of your neck so you can kiss him again, needing to be as close as humanly possible. Merlin, you would crawl inside of his skin and stay there forever if you could.
But this will have to do.
When your lips attach to his, he starts to move inside of you. His pace is still slow, making you feel every single inch and drag of him.
"Perfect…" he whispers against your lips as he buries himself to the hilt again. His voice is so raw, so honest, you could start crying if he keeps this up.
You don't though, instead responding by pushing your hips down against his and moaning against his lips. He moans in response and Merlin help you, you could die from his sounds.
His moan encourages you, moving your hips with his pace and pressing your forehead against his. He keeps letting out those beautiful sounds and you just never want to stop listening to them.
The pace is faster now, the pleasure building with every time your hips meet. The sounds of the room is just skin and breaths, occasional moans slipping from the both of you every time he hits that perfect spot.
He opens his eyes to look into yours, his pace not faltering as he speaks.
"You beautiful thing-"
And that's what snaps that knot that was building in your stomach. You cry and writhe in his arms as your orgasm shudders your whole body. His eyes don't leave your form for even a moment, watching as he keeps thrusting into you.
It might be watching you reach your climax or the pace he's set, but his own orgasm follows quickly after yours. He spills into you, his body shaking as he becomes overcome with the pleasure. His forehead stays against yours through all of it, making sure you both feel every beautiful sensation rocking through your bodies.
You're both panting against each other as you come down together. A smile actually does cross his face now, one of his hands coming up to cup your cheek.
He doesn't say anything, he just admires you. You do the same, your eyes all glassy and dazed with post coital bliss. However, there's also so much love.
He stays like that for a moment before pulling out and bringing you both up to rest against the pillows. His arms hold you tightly, his hand stroking your back as he presses kisses to your forehead.
You weakly pull the blankets over your bodies, both of you still shaking slightly from coming down. He seems to approve of that, his nose digging into your hair and smelling that beautiful fragrance again.
"Beautiful girl… so prefect…" he whispers, his voice now evidently growing tired.
You smile softly, your hand coming up to cup his face.
"I love you…" you whisper back, pressing another kiss to his jawline.
"I love you."