They Apparated from the park bench directly to Severus's bedroom - or rather to Severus's bed. Were they going too fast? Severus was worried; he didn't want Harry to get the wrong idea about him.

Severus undressed Harry slowly and tentatively as a child unwrapping a present, marvelling at every detail of Harry's naked form. When he uncovered Harry's lovely cock, proudly erect, a sense of unreality overcame him. Was this really Harry Potter lying on his bed, amenable to his caresses? Severus swallowed hard. A very Slytherin idea occurred to him; he wanted their first time to be unforgettable for Harry. "I want you inside me."

Harry was surprised, but embraced the idea enthusiastically...

As in Severus's wildest dreams, Harry took him face-to-face, Severus's legs wrapped around his waist. Severus moaned in pleasure when Harry's cock filled him. It had been a long time since he had been taken, but Harry was an attentive lover, and they fitted perfectly together.

Harry's hand cupped his cock and stroked it. When Harry changed his angle slightly, Severus's body shuddered, and he was swept away by unending, pulsating waves of pleasure.

Harry whispered his name when he came. Severus had never realised how beautiful his name was.

~*~*~

In the afternoon, Harry asked Severus to teach him to bake fairy cakes (Severus had said he used to bake them when he was a child).

They went to the kitchen, and Severus showed Harry the recipe book. "The recipe isn't perfect as written."

"Oh, it's like the Potions textbooks: they only work if the Half-Blood Prince makes notations in their margins."

Severus felt obliged to repay the compliment by kissing Harry thoroughly. When he stopped to breathe, he realised the recipe book was crushed between their bodies.

"I have a question, Professor," said Harry, in a hoarse, provoking tone. "The book says we have to butter the base and sides of the holes before filling them... Is this really necessary?"

"Absolutely."

"As for this chocolate topping... It says that it will harden on cooling. That sounds very weird to me."

"I see why you are having difficulty with this concept: you are used to things that harden on heating, and not the other way round..."

"Precisely," said Harry, rubbing his hips against Severus's.

Severus almost saw stars. But he controlled himself. There were certain advantages in being sixty years-old - few, it was true, but significant. "Mr Potter, clearly you are not truly interested in learning to make fairy cakes."

"Why, Professor, I am entirely at your disposal. If you want to start buttering the base and sides of the hole..."

"Have you paid attention to that other line, about the eggs having to be lightly beaten?"

"Hm, if it's lightly, I think I'd like that, too!"

"In my younger days, brat, I would have devoured you on this very table."

"Ooooh... I love when you talk to me like that. Your voice is like velvet stroking my skin... Please, Severus... let's do it now. Unless you are too old for that..."

Ha. That had been a low blow. In a purposefully dramatic move, Severus lifted Harry in his arms. (He had cast a non-verbal spell to make Harry lighter, of course. Harry was lean, but Severus wouldn't risk damaging his back.)

"If that's how you want it, that's how it will be," said Severus, arranging Harry on the table and undressing him.

Under Harry's inquisitive look, Severus put a dark chocolate bar into a mug and cast a heating spell on it. Then he slowly poured a few drops on one of Harry's nipples. The chocolate wasn't too hot, and Harry let out a moan of pleasure. Severus leaned down and licked the chocolate-covered nipple, and felt Harry's hand holding his head firmly in position. The hot chocolate ran down the centre of Harry's chest, pooling in his navel. Severus thoroughly licked away every drop of it. Descending further, Severus brushed his nose into Harry's pubic hair. Harry writhed wildly. Severus checked the chocolate temperature (barely warm now) before letting the first drops fall on Harry's cock. Severus closed his mouth around the tip of Harry's cock and started to slide down to the base.

Harry came hard and fast into Severus's mouth, but Severus didn't let him rest. Soon, a chocolate-covered finger was circling Harry's entrance, followed by a tongue eager to explore that sweet spot. Harry's cock was starting to stir again.

Butter was not Severus's lubricant of choice, but followed by a lubricant spell, it would be perfect. And the table allowed for a good penetration angle. Propping Harry's ankles on his shoulders, Severus plunged in. Oh, it felt so good he almost lost control too soon. Severus took a deep breath and held Harry's thighs firmly to set the right pace: as slow as he could.

Harry started to tease him by murmuring recipe instructions...

Gently mix the cream together

Stir harder

Let it thicken...

It was amazing, unbelievable. Pleasure grew gradually (like self-raising flour) and they melted together (like chocolate under intense heat).

Severus admitted to himself that he wasn't immune to Harry Potter's fame. On the contrary, he had always resented it. And now he was feeling shamefully proud for the mere fact that he had taken Harry Potter on his kitchen table.

"I don't need someone immune to my fame. I need someone I can trust and respect, and who trusts me and respects me too," said Harry.

Severus had forgot that, although Harry had never mastered Occlumency, he was a rather good Legilimens.

"I was led to understand you needed someone to teach you to make fairy cakes."

"Oh, that too! Don't ever think that I'm here just because you're Slytherin's Sex God!"

Severus surrendered to the smile that had been creeping up inside him. Harry had that effect on him. Severus would have to get used to it.

They were now out of chocolate, but next time they could try the rose petal fairy cake.

~Finis~

*Note - This is the fairy cake recipe I used as a model. The "holes" are there because they are using a 12-hole tartlet tin.