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"I want to wash your hair," Severus said.
"Mmm," Harry replied, still leaning back against the side of the large tub, looking blissfully relaxed. Apparently he did not understand what Severus intended. Whereas Severus's prick understood all too well, and was threatening to get too hard to carry out the deed.
Severus shifted his legs alongside Harry's in the tub, bringing his prick against his back. "I meant, I want to wash your hair," he repeated, thrusting in what he hoped was a significant manner against Harry's arse.
"You mean...oh!" Harry's eyes flew wide open and he turned to look at Severus. Then he moaned. "Oh fuck yes!"
Such enthusiasm was gratifying but again Severus had to remind his prick that if it chose this moment to grow any more erect, he would not be able to let the contents of his bladder pour through it and in a hot stream onto Harry's head. A small whimper escaped his nose.
Fortunately Harry leaned back cooperatively, his lips pressed together in a whimper. "Please!" he said, shutting his eyes.
Severus whimpered again and lifted up, rubbing his throbbing prick through the lush strands of Harry's hair. "Since you asked so nicely," he purred, concentrating a moment as his cock began to spray over the top of Harry's hair.
Beneath his prick, the silky hair turned dark and warm. Moaning, he rubbed himself against it, pissing down the sides of Harry's head. An errant trickle ran down Harry's cheek and Harry thrust out his tongue, trying to reach it. Then Harry reached up and caught it on a finger which he licked clean.
"Oh fuck," groaned Severus, rocking his hips rhythmically, thrusting himself against Harry's scalp though his cock was still gushing out piss.
"God, fuck," Harry echoed, shuddering beneath Severus's cock. He slid his finges over his own scalp, wetting his fingers again and sucking them. Severus watched raptly, trying even not to blink lest he miss a moment of this.
"Cover me, oh fuck, want to bathe in it," Harry groaned, shuddering again as Severus thrust against the wet hair.
Harry slid his hand down to his own belly, rubbing Severus's piss into his skin and pubic hair. Then he began to stroke his cock, moving his hand over the already erect shaft until it gleamed.
"Fuck," muttered Severus again, the stream trickling off at last as arousal overwhelmed the urge to keep pissing. He kept rocking against Harry's wet scalp, gathering a handful of hair and thrusting into it. "Keep doing that. Want to come like this. With you."
He felt Harry shudder beneath him. "Yes, oh god, want you to come in my hair!"
Severus nodded and thrust into the sleek wet strands. Piss squelched through his fingers and he pushed his cock through Harry's hair. "I always want to come with you," he moaned, hardly aware of what he was saying, only that he knew Harry liked his expressions of affection, even in the heat of the moment. Perhaps especially in the heat of the moment.
"Want you only ever to come with me," panted Harry, wanking himself feverishly, making drops of Severus's piss splash down his body with the motion. "You could do anything to me...anything!"
"Oh yes," moaned Severus, thrusting, making a hopeless tangle of Harry's thick hair. "Love taking you, using your body...love it when you use mine..."
"F-fuck!" Harry cried out, his body stiffening just before his cock spurted over his hand and legs. Severus waited just long enough to see this before squeezing hair around his own prick and adding to the mess soaking Harry's scalp with his own come.
"Yes, oh god, so naughty," Severus panted as a shiver went through him.
"You love me naughty," Harry said, tilting his face up enough to grin at him.
Even though Harry's cheeks were streaked with Severus's piss and come, Severus bent down to kiss him. Harry tasted thoroughly debauched. "I like you dirty, too," he conceded.
"I'm very dirty," Harry smirked against his mouth. "Maybe I'd better wash myself off." Leaning back against Severus's thighs, he aimed his cock up over his belly and began to piss all over himself.
Severus had been half expecting it, but the delight of it was still fresh and nearly transcendent. The groan that tore out of his throat was raw though not needy, not after he'd just come like a randy teenager. "Yes, oh god, fuck, clean yourself up like a wicked boy," he moaned, sliding his hands around Harry's shoulders, then down his chest, to soak his fingers against his belly.
Harry aimed at Severus, wetting his wrist and partway up his arm. "Turn your hand over," he ordered, and Severus obeyed, groaning again as Harry began to fill his cupped palm. "Now give me a drink..."
He shuddered helplessly when he felt Harry's lips brush his hand and suck, slurping his own piss into his mouth. A yellow jet was still spraying over Harry's belly. "Save some for me," Severus begged.
"Oh god, yes," Harry said, licking Severus's palm before cupping it over his cock. Severus heard the liquid splashing over his hand, felt the heat of it all the way up to his wrist. Carefully he lifted his hand and drank from it like a man dying of thirst.
He heard Harry whimper, and knew he was watching every sip. Which was only fair, because Severus was watching each yellow drop sliding over his belly.
He lowered his hand again, trying to catch the last droplets as the stream sputtered off. When it was clear that no more would be forthcoming, he licked each finger clean with a noisy slurp that Harry matched with whimpers. "I don't have enough left to wash your hair," Harry said sadly.
Holding out a hand, Severus made a glass fly from the sink into his fingers, placed it under the tub spigot and put a refilling charm on it. "Drink this," he ordered, handing it to Harry. In the meantime, he decided, perhaps a proper shampoo was in order for Harry.
Harry gulped showily, tilting his head back obediently as Severus guided it with his hands. He was already gratifyingly wet as Severus ran the hose over his scalp, mingling fresh water with the piss darkening his hair.
A moan sounded beneath his fingers. Harry had stopped drinking, his eyes closed, the glass held loosely in his fingers.
"Do you want to wash my hair or not?" Severus chided softly, working the lather up with his fingers.
With a soft whimper Harry opened his eyes and took another sip. "That feels really good," he said.
"Yet it's hardly kinky at all," Severus observed with a smirk, pouring shampoo into the warm dark hair and working his fingers in deep, watching the foamy bubbles rise. He loved the feel of Harry's scalp under his fingertips.
"Feels good anyway," sighed Harry happily, taking another swallow of the water. "Love it when you touch me."
Severus's fingers slowed, enjoying the languid pace of this. Without the urgency to renew their passion, he realized he enjoyed spending time with Harry, just touching and being touched and contemplating the evening ahead. "Love touching you," he said, surprised to realize it was true. "I don't think I've ever enjoyed touching anyone so much."
Harry took a slow sip of the water before looking up at him. "Good," he said. "I want to be your favorite for everything you've ever done."
Harry already was -- there was no comparison really -- but Severus didn't say so. He was sure he'd already told Harry too much, sure that once the novelty of all this wore off, Harry would tire of him. He let out his breath in a long sigh as he rubbed Harry's head, working up a great foaming mass of bubbles. He had never thought of washing hair as a sensuous activity before Harry, had never spent much time on it himself.
"You're my favorite, you know." Harry moaned contentedly. "No one ever made me feel anywhere near this good."
Severus let the momentary pang of jealously pass through him. He'd known Harry had had other lovers before him. He'd been pleased, at first, that Harry's erotic techniques were more than a match for his own. He didn't know exactly when his own feelings had shifted--or perhaps he simply wasn't admitting that Harry's penchant for pissing had sharpened feelings that had been building within him.
"Good," he said, dragging his fingertips down the back of Harry's neck, elicting a satisfactory shiver. "I don't intend to let you find out if anyone else can."
Reaching for the hose, he tilted Harry's head back to rinse the bubbles from his hair. Cracking open one eye, Harry peered dreamily at him. "Why would I ever want to go anywhere else? You let me do things that no one else would let me do." Harry lifted the glass to his face, sloshing water down his chin in his effort to take a drink in that position. "And you do things to me I never even imagined."
"There's more to life than sex," said Severus, hoping that Harry couldn't see his face clearly through lids narrowed to keep the soap out of his eyes. "Marriage, children, your standing in the community..."
Harry interrupted him with a snort. "I never cared about my reputation, I don't even know if I want children, and the only person I'd want to marry is you."
Severus's mouth dropped open a moment before he realized Harry must be teasing. "Be careful," he said, striving for the same tone as he combed bubbles out of Harry's hair with his fingers, "or I'll consider that a proposal."
"Why shouldn't you," Harry said, shifting under his hand to turn enough to look at him. "I love you. You love me. That's what people do when they're in love."
Severus spluttered. Instead of replying right away, he returned to scrubbing the bubbles out of Harry's hair. When he felt that he could speak without making a fool of himself, he said as neutrally as possible, "What makes you think you will feel the same way once the novelty of this wears off?"
"Have you been in love so many times that you ge bored with it?" asked Harry. "I never have. This isn't a novelty. I want always with you." He took a gulp of the water in the glass.
"I have never been in love," Severus said, still keeping his voice carefully neutral. He suspected Harry knew it, so didn't mind when he nodded under Snape's fingers.
"Until now," Harry said, that edge of steel in his voice.
"Until now," Severus repeated. Harry's hair was clean but his fingers lingered in the lush stuff, combing the wet strands. "But always is a long time."
"Definitely a long time to be alone," Harry replied, shifting restlessly under Severus's fingers. "But if you've got used to a series of unsatisfying encounters with people you can't even tell your dirtiest fantasies to, I can see where you wouldn't want to give that up...all right, actually I can't see it, I wouldn't settle for that, but what do I know?"
"You would prefer to tie yourself to an old man whom you once considered your bitterest enemy?" asked Severus.
"Second-bitterest." Unexpectedly, Harry laughed. "I already said I did. You're the one who's trying to talk me out of it."
"Am I?" Severus said, his fingers trailing over the crown of Harry's head when he slid from beneath them.
"Well, you're trying," Harry said, and there was mischief in his eyes. "Fortunately I know you love me, and are just doing that--" He waved one hand in the air vaguely. "That doing what you think is best for me thing."
"Is that what I'm doing?" Severus said, repressing his own smile.
"Either that or you've got yourself convinced that I'm young and fickle and I'm going to get bored and leave you, so you want to make sure you leave me first." Now Harry's smirk was absolutely wicked, though there was no malice in it. "Except I'm never going to leave. You know how loyal Gryffindors can be."
"I know how much trouble Gryffindors can be." Severus had to look away; Harry had seen right through him, as though he'd used Legilimency. "You are young. Fickle enough to have found several others before me. Perhaps not bored yet..."
"It's because I've been with others that I can tell the difference." Setting down the glass, Harry squirmed upright. "If I'd been a virgin, you could have said I didn't know any better, but now I know what was missing with everyone else." He shuffled behind Severus in the tub. "I have never wanted anyone else to mark me, or to do this..." A hot, hissing jet sprayed onto Severus's head.
The words imprinted themselves indelibly in Severus's brain. He moaned, shaking his head slightly to get the shower to rain down the back of his neck.
"Do you believe me?" Harry asked, rubbing his prick through Severus's hair. A runnel of piss dripped over Severus's forehead.
"I--oh god--" He swiped his fingers across his wet forehead and sucked the tips into his mouth.
"Didn't hear you," Harry said, letting his cock drag down the back of Severus's neck.
"Yes, oh fuck!" Severus admitted with a throaty groan.
Harry came around in front of him, brandishing his dripping cock. "Open your mouth," he ordered. With a shudder, Severus obeyed. A moment later the hot stream filled his senses -- he could hear it hissing against his tongue, smell and taste it as the piss poured into his mouth. His own cock throbbed urgently. He had never dreamed that it would be so arousing to be used in this manner.
"So hot," moaned Harry, rubbing the head of his cock around Severus's lips. "You can't think I'd give this up for anything!"
Severus looked up plaintively, his mouth better occupied than to form a reply. Harry pulled his prick back just enough to paint the sputtering stream around Severus's lips.
"You could have anyone," he managed, licking around his mouth.
"The only one I want is you," Harry said, leaning over and kissing him, wet mouth and all. "I'll just have to keep making you drink my piss until you believe me."
Helplessly Severus spluttered out a laugh against Harry's mouth. He returned the kiss, reaching up to tug Harry closer. "Yes, make me," he agreed. "Use me always as you have these past days."
"Going to," Harry said breathlessly. "Going to fuck you and piss on you and come without permission when you're fucking me and wet your bed when you have me tied up. And spank you if I have to!" Leaning over, he reached down Severus's back and gave a firm slap to his bum.
Even though he'd been expecting it when Harry bent over, Severus let out a yelp. He wriggled, leaning forward, exposing more of his arse. "What have I done to deserve a spanking?" he moaned, not in the least unwilling to have the spanking continue.
"You pissed in my hair!" Harry said, shifting around so he could get more force to the next blow.
"And I enjoyed every moment of it! And it aroused me! And I want to do it again!" Severus moaned the reply as Harry's hand fell again and again onto his arse. "Love you filthy!"
"At least now you admit you love me!" Harry barked, smacking him again.
"Yes!" Severus wailed, flinging himself over the edge of the tub to lift his arse up to Harry's blows. "Never loved anyone but you!"
There was a flare of satisfaction in Harry's eyes and he deflected his own swat, rubbing instead of Severus's abused flesh. "And you love having me make you say it, don't you?"
There was no point in denying, though Severus was trying to frame the answer that would get his arse pinker. "Yes, fuck yes," he admitted, moaning when Harry's hand lifted and came down hard.
"But you'd feel the same way even if I didn't make you say it, wouldn't you?"
"I--" He hesitated, unsure which answer Harry wanted, and felt the stinging slap once again. "Yes! Oh fuck! Can't help loving you!"
Once more Harry's palm smacked his tingling skin. "Suppose I wanted to hear you say it first thing every morning and last thing every evening," he said.
"Wouldn't you get tired of hearing it then?" Severus said, his brain awhirl with delicious pain and arousal, clouded by the lingering scent of piss on both of them.
Another stinging slap and Severus jerked. "No! Why would I ever get tired of hearing it?" he said sounding genuinely confused, and Severus belatedly remembered that Harry probably had never heard it until he was an adult, and even then from close friends.
"Every morning and evening then," Severus agreed plaintively.
"Do I get the same in return?"
"I tell you I love you all the time!" objected Harry, raising his hand as if he would slap Severus again, but instead stroking up his back and tickling lightly at the back of his neck, a gesture so unexpected and intimate that Severus shuddered. "Are you tired of hearing it?"
Whimpering, Severus rubbed himself beneath the fingers like an animal. "Not at all," he admitted. It wasn't as though he'd heard the phrase any more often than Harry. Not even from his own parents.
"I love telling you how much I love you, just as much as I love telling you what a wicked perv you are, then having you show me," Harry said, his fingertips tracing the contours of Severus's shoulders.
"Show you how much I love you or what a wicked perv I am?" asked Severus as a frisson shivered up his spine, following the path of Harry's fingers.
Lips brushed the back of his neck, parting the curtain of hair. "Both," Harry said softly.
Severus's long hair was dangling in his face, pushed forward by Harry's kisses. He pulled a wet lock into his mouth, sucking Harry's piss out of it. "Love being a wicked perv for you," he moaned around the mouthful of hair.
"Mmm, I can tell," Harry murmured agreeably, licking up from his neck to the back of his head. "Look how quickly you opened your mouth for me when I wanted to use you as a toilet."
"Love that you wanted to use me that way," shivered Severus, sucking on another lock of his own hair. "Love that you let me do that to you..."
He felt Harry shiver behind him, his tongue working down the ridges of Severus's spine and back up. "Let you?" he said, sounding amused. "Beg you, more like?"
Severus could not help but agree. "Beg then," he amended, combing more hair down in front of his face. The dripping ends splashed lightly around his chin so he swirled his finger in the spatters and sucked it into his mouth. "Love it when you beg."
"Please, sir, may I have a taste?" Harry's warm breath came over his shoulder. The words might have been mocking but the tone was breathless, and he felt his hair sucked into Harry's mouth. "Mmm...tastes like someone pissed on you all over..."
"Someone did," Severus moaned, feeling his still-resting cock lurch. "A filthy boy..."
"Oh," sighed Harry happily, shifting, sucking on another lock of hair. "You should punish him then...make him suck your cock..."
Severus felt the corners of his mouth sliding into smirk. He shifted quickly, the wet strands of his hair flying around his face as he turned. Harry's eyes widened, but not with surprise. Lust, or anticipation, or a combination of the two. He leaned over, pinning Harry's hand to either side of the tub while he licked around his wet mouth. "Suck my cock," he purred, thrusting the cock in question against his leg.
"Oh fuck," whimpered Harry, straining against Severus's hands, though not very hard. "Give it to me!"
"Beg for it," Severus replied breathlessly, getting harder by the moment. "Tell me how much you want it."
Harry lurched again, making the dirty water in the tub slosh up the sides. "Want it so much! Love your cock...love it in my mouth or my arse...love it when it's pissing on me, or coming...please! Need it!"
Severus bent closer, rubbing his mouth over Harry's while the dirty, needy words poured out. "Well, since you asked so nicely," he purred, shifting up, dragging his cock along Harry's wet chest before rubbing it over Harry's lips.
Harry whimpered when Severus didn't quite let him have it, his mouth working like a fish's. "Please," he wailed, drawing the word out until Severus cut him off by thrusting his cock through Harry's wet lips.
Harry tilted his head and took the cock in deep, swallowing reflexively around it. It felt so good that Severus couldn't help letting out a harsh groan. "That's right, suck it," he ordered throatily.
"Mmm, mmm!" Harry was moving his mouth up and down the shaft as if Severus had offered him a fat peppermint stick. One hand broke free and slid up Severus's thigh, finding and fondling his balls.
A shiver went through him, his hips jerking into Harry's willing mouth. "God, do you have any idea how debauched you look with your lips wrapped around my cock?" he hissed.
The hand on his balls tightened. Severus wailed, willing himself not to come too quickly and miss a moment of Harry's willing obediance. "You love sucking me, don't you? You love, ah fuck, begging for it and having me use your mouth for my own pleasure!" The lips around his cock squeezed tighter, Harry's tongue working along the underside of his shaft.
He released Harry's other hand from where it was pressed against the edge of the tub. "Wank yourself," he ordered, and the fingers traveled at once to Harry's cock. "I want to watch you come while you're sucking me."
A whimper, a gust of hot air, escaped from Harry's nose where it was nudging into Severus's pubic hair. "Don't you dare slow down," Severus commanded. He could hear the breathlessness in his own voice. "Keep sucking until I fill your mouth, that's your reward for being such a good piss boy!"
Harry's eyes went rounder, then fluttered shut for a moment as his fingers curled around his cock. But they were open again as Severus began thrusting, his own gaze rapt at the sight of his cock disappearing over and over again between Harry's lips. "Don't come until I do," he ordered, though his voice shook slightly with the effort of forming words.
A slight nod against his cock and Severus shuddered, near enough to his own release not to have breath or even thought for any more commands.
"Coming..." he warned with a ghost of a breath, and then he was, exploding in Harry's mouth, fingers knotting in Harry's hair. He could feel Harry's throat working to swallow as well as the jerks of Harry's body as Harry stroked himself.
"Oh fuck," Harry gasped around the sensitive head of Severus's cock. "Can't...!" And a white jet erupted over his fingers.
Severus was helpless to stop thrusting, spreading his own essence over Harry's tongue, smearing out onto his lips, even dripping down his chin. Harry didn't seem to mind, rubbing his own come-spattered hand over his chest. "Oh fuck," he panted, slowing enough to rub the wet tip of his cock over Harry's bottom lip.
"I'll be your piss boy any time if you reward me like that!" Harry said, finally working Severus's cock far out of his mouth to speak.
"I plan to," Severus replied, unable to resist the temptation of Harry's wet mouth. He leaned over for a kiss.
"Mmmm," Harry sighed happily against his mouth. "We've been in this tub for hours, though, and we aren't clean!"
Smirking, Severus turned on the taps once more. "I suppose that sooner or later, we should get out of the tub and have proper tea," he said.
The dirty water swirled around them, out the drain while fresh water poured in from the tap. Chuckling, Harry spread his fingers. "I'm getting wrinkly!" he said, wiggling the wrinkled fingers in question. He looked askance at Severus. "Will you still love me when I'm old and wrinkled?"
"Will you still piss on me when you are?" Severus replied, not oblivious to Harry's fishing, but not unwilling to play along.
"Probably piss on you even when I'm not planning to," Harry said, giggling, then dove forward and planted a firm kiss on Severus's mouth. "I can't believe that's your condition for loving me when I'm old and wrinkled!"
"It wasn't precisely a condition," grumbled Severus with a smirk. Somehow he had become unable to resist Harry's laughter. "What makes you so sure you'll love me when I'm even older and more wrinkled than I am already?"
"Because I can't help myself," Harry grinned, the tilt of his lips intoxicating against Severus's own. "You know how loyal Gryffindors are." His fingers feathered down Severus's face. "I love every line of this face."
His voice had turned more serious, and Severus pulled back to look at him. Harry had never turned away from even Severus's most intimidating stares and now was no exception. Severus tilted his head and nuzzled Harry's fingers. "Then I suppose we'll have to grow old together," he said, kissing the tips of his fingers.
The fingers were pulled away, but only because Harry was sliding them around Severus's neck and hugging him hard. "Is that a yes, then?" Harry asked breathlessly.
"What precisely was the question?" Severus asked, squeezing back.
"Marry me," Harry said promptly.
"Marry--" Severus said, tilting his chin down so he could meet Harry's eyes. "You're serious?" It wasn't really a question, for he saw the earnestness in the set of Harry's mouth.
Harry nodded once, his arms still around Severus's neck. "I wouldn't ask if I wasn't."
Something wild fluttered in Severus's chest. "All right," he said, before his brain had time to engage him mouth and stop him from speaking what he already knew his heart wanted.
Grinning widely, Harry dove forward again and kissed him. "Is that a yes? It's a bit informal."
"So was your proposal." Severus smirked against his mouth. "Squatting in a tub full of piss, not even on your knees..."
"I've been on my knees half the morning!" Harry laughed. "I had no idea you were such a traditionalist, but if you'd really prefer an old-fashioned proposal and wedding, with you in white lace..." Looking at Severus's expression, he laughed harder.
"No lace, no tying tin cans to our brooms," Severus said, his vision swimming with images of Harry in formal robes, on his knees, only in this particular setting they were quite alone.
"Anything you say," Harry said, still chuckling, something that felt good against his own mouth.
"Anything?" Severus asked with a raised eyebrow and Harry's smile turned sultry.
"Did you want me to wear a garter somewhere other than my thigh? Or a ring someplace other than my finger?"
"Clever boy," Severus replied, reaching for a towel and urging Harry to his feet. "I suppose that, if we're going to do this, we should put some thought into it."
"I do want a ring," said Harry, letting Severus wrap him in the towel before reaching for another for Severus. "And I'll wear anything you like."
Sliding into the warm towel, Severus closed them both in the circle of his arms. "I don't care what we wear," he said, a bit more earnestly than he intended, "but I don't want a large crowd in attendance." He slid a finger down Harry's jaw. He would be fine with just the two of them and a half deaf official performing the ceremony but he supposed Harry would want his friends around him on such a day.
To his surprise, Harry said, "Me neither. Maybe just our very best friends." For a moment Harry looked uncomfortable, and Severus wondered whom it was that Harry was afraid of seeing at his own wedding -- the Malfoys? Whom did Harry imagine Severus planned to ask?
"Would you object to Minerva McGonagall?" he inquired.
"Of course not," Harry said, rubbing his cheek over the damp patch of hair on Severus's chest. "I want Ron and Hermione to be there," he said, face slowing before he looked up. "Assuming they'll come."
Severus frowned. "They are your greatest friends," he began then closed his mouth as realization hit. He wasn't sure if the Weasley boy had forgiven Harry for not being with his sister. Or even for being queer.
Aloud he said, "They won't approve of your being with me." And that was just the surface of it. If they realized how debauched and lewd Harry's relationship with Severus was, they would surely be disgusted.
"Hermione will think I've gone daft, but she'll get over it." Harry shrugged a bit, keeping pressed close to Severus. "Ron, though...he already got angry and walked out of my life once. I don't think he'd do anything like that again, but..."
"Sure you won't change your mind?" Severus said quietly, voicing the thought that he was certain Harry's was thinking.
"No!" Harry said, surprising Severus with his fierce denial. "I love you and nothing will change that. Not my friends or yours." He looked up, and his face looked as determined as he sounded. "Ron will get over it and come or he won't. But I'm still going to marry you."
Flushing at Harry's fervor, even though he was chilly now they were out of the tub, Severus reached for his own robe and Harry's. "I want you to be very certain that this is what you want, not just at the moment," he said, not meeting Harry's eyes as he held out the sleeves for him. "Because once you are mine, I will not let you go."
Harry ignored the offered covering even though goosebumps had formed on his arms. "Already told you. Not going anywhere. Ever. Except back to bed." He planted a firm kiss on Severus's mouth.
Severus opened his own robe and wrapped it around Harry. "Back to bed sounds perfect," he said, kissing back. "Wedding plans can wait until we're more awake."
Harry smiled dreamily. "Wedding plans," he repeated, smiling up at Severus. "I love the sound of that. Love you."
It should have been embarrassing how those words affected Severus, but he found that he did not mind the sentimental smile creeping across his face. "And I you," he repeated somewhat sheepishly. "Now, into bed with you."
"Yes, sir," Harry grinned at him, shuffling back out of the bathroom and toward the still-rumpled covers.