Snape had told Harry he would always Apparate right onto Harry's bed at midnight. He had advised him to lock the door every night. Harry had explained to Snape that his uncle not only didn't let him keep the key but also locked him inside and entered his bedroom whenever he felt like it, without bothering to knock. Then Snape told him not to worry, just shut the door, and go to bed.

It was Harry's third night at the Dursley's, and Snape hadn't appeared yet. Maybe he had given up. It was too dangerous.

Harry sighed, turned to his right and lay his head on his arm. He hugged himself with his left arm, imagining that it was Severus's arm embracing him. Snuggling beneath the blankets, he felt his eyes heavy with sleep.

"Disobedient boy, didn't I tell you to stay awake waiting for me?"

Harry's eyes widened, and he stared at Snape, astonished. "Hey, what a fright you gave me, what's up with you?"

"If you are going to stay there whinging, I will go away, and take the basket of food that I brought with me."

Harry smiled and hugged him.

"Did you cast a silencing charm on my bedroom?"

"Of course. Otherwise, your relatives would have heard when I Apparated. I had to Apparate outside of the house first; then I cast Silencio on your bedroom, and finally, Apparated here."

Harry rubbed his body lasciviously against his lover's, caressing his arms and back, smelling his throat and his hair.

"Oh, you've used a different shampoo today." He smelled Snape's hair again. "Hm, delicious."

"It is made from micro-sponges from lizard's eyes."

"Ugh. No wonder your hair gets oily so fast, if you use products like that."

"You don't know a thing about shampoos."

Harry covered his own mouth with his hands to stifle his laughter. Snape shook his head, with an offended look. "I knew I shouldn't have come."

"No," Harry said hastily, trying to embrace him again. "I'm sorry, come here."

Reluctantly, Snape let himself be hugged, but didn't reciprocate.

"Oh," Harry moaned, lifting his lover's robe, "you're not wearing anything under your robe."

"All in the name of practicality. Moreover, this robe doesn't have any buttons," announced Snape, helping Harry to get rid of it. "Now, for God's sake, hold your tongue and let me love."

"What?"

"It's from a poem by John Donne, illiterate boy," grumbled Snape, producing the lube from a pocket on his robe before hanging the robe on the headboard.

"It doesn't sound very romantic, but in your voice, and with this micro-whatever-of-lizard-thingy scent, if you don't take me now I think I'm going to come without you."

Snape snorted. "Teen hormones."

Harry wrapped his arms and legs around Severus, pulling him against his body. "So why is it that you're as horny as I am?"

"Let's see if I can find a better use for your tongue," said Snape, capturing Harry's lips in a searing kiss.

Without breaking the kiss, Snape spread the lube on his own cock and started the prep ritual: one finger, two fingers...

Writhing wildly, Harry tore his lips from Snape's. "Oh! Sev, it's enough, I don't need more prep! We haven't seen each other for two whole weeks; I can't wait any more."

"Sshh. Behave yourself. When did I give you permission to call me 'Sev'?"

Harry rolled his eyes, impatient. "I forgot what a git you are!"

Then Snape put Harry's legs over his shoulders, and touched Harry's entrance with the head of his cock.

Harry stopped breathing, and looked at his lover, expectant. Teasing him, Snape rubbed his head on the sensitive hole, penetrating barely an inch and withdrawing soon afterwards.

"Damn, Severus, put it inside, now!"

"Be calm, Harry. I will," answered Snape, in a husky voice that made Harry shiver.

Harry's cock throbbed. "Oh, Merlin."

Snape grabbed his hips and begin to penetrate him. The contact of flesh on flesh was amazing, and set Harry on fire.

"Sssev..." Harry hissed.

Snape went deeper and deeper, undulating his hips in a tiny rocking motion, in and out. Harry realised that his lover was trying to hold back, perhaps feeling that Harry was too tight, after two weeks without sex. Snape moved slowly at first, preparing him, easing his cock deep, his breathing becoming heavier and more rapid. Finally, he was buried completely.

"You feel so good, Severus. I missed you so much," murmured Harry, rocking his hips back to urge Snape to go on.

The boy's move made the older wizard gasp.

"Harry... Slow down, or I won't last very long."

Snape picked up the pace, pulling out, thrusting in more deeply than ever. He rotated his hips, as if trying to give the most pleasure to his lover. Moving with accuracy, he hit Harry's magic spot head on, making the boy cry out his pleasure every time he did it.

"Faster, Severus..."

Snape circled Harry's cock with his hand and began to pump him, increasing the rhythm. From time to time, he rocked his hips in that way that made Harry see stars. Then he hit his prostate again, once, twice, and Harry couldn't even find his voice to ask him to go harder and faster. Harry was lost in his feelings; there were only feelings, nothing else.

Panting hard, Snape pounded him mercilessly. The boy was still able to say his lover's name before feeling his body tense and start to tremble. "Severus!"

Feeling the hot spurts of semen filling him, Harry's body throbbed uncontrollably.

Snape lay on top of him while both felt the last spasms of pleasure subside.

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Some time later, they were still snuggled.

"Severus, don't you have to go?"

"Don't you want me to spend the night with you?"

"But... the Dursleys..."

"Harry, even if they enter this room, they won't see anything besides a normal empty bedroom. Have you ever heard about that spell that makes Hogwarts invisible to Muggles? I cast a similar one here. If they open that door, they will think you have disappeared. Just that."

"Wicked!"

"Now tell me, how are they treating you?"

"Oh, as always: I'm starving and bored."

"Apparently, I have already solved your boredom problem," said Snape smugly. "As for the food, I have brought you nutritive items, products that won't stale for three or four days if you keep them in your bedroom: apples, your favourite nut bread, pasteurised cheese and Hungarian salami."

"Hungarian salami? Where did you get it?"

"Well, in Hogsmeade, at a good charcuterie."

"Did you go shopping especially for me?"

Snape shrugged. "I also brought Hedwig's favourite bread."

Harry's eyes widened, and he pinched himself to see if he wasn't dreaming.