And how could this possibly lead to shagging-up-against-the-wall? Summary: Harry knew he drove Severus up the wall sometimes, but he never expected his lover to do the same to him—literally. I had lots of fun writing this fic. Up the Wall Damn the brat. Gryffindor courage my arse; if he is not satisfied with his sex life, then he should have the courage to say so instead of seeking relief some other place.
Severus was livid. The first time he had discovered the offending garment he had thought that Potter had wanted to spice things up in bed; how wrong he had been. If anything, Potter could have been a little bit more discreet if he had another lover.
But even that courtesy wasn't given to Severus. He bit back a growl as he rode up the staircase. Days like this he was glad that he was the headmaster, because if he had to be around any student now…well, he could not be held responsible for his actions. The door to his office banged open and Severus stalked inside. One flick of his wand and Potter was immobilized. He ignored the way the green eyes flashed in fear.
Potter never had anything to fear from him. No, it was the brat who had wormed his way into Severus' heart, carving out a spot there for himself and then deciding that Severus wasn't enough for him and leaving.
Potter sputtered at him and Severus cancelled the spell partway. How dare he cheat on Severus and on top of it leave feminine garments lying around their quarters that spoke of his conquests?
Severus was a former spy, he wasn't to be fooled. Harry's eyes rose to meet his and Severus raised an eyebrow, waiting for an answer, Harry's magic ruffling his skin but he didn't care. Harry wouldn't dare to hurt him; he had never learned how to do that or act in self-defense.
Did you really think I wouldn't figure it out? Especially when you leave things such as this lying around our private quarters? He then went bright red. Severus's blood boiled. Because this looks like I can expect Miss Weasley to be running around our quarters looking for her underwear…. It isn't that. You didn't mean for this to happen, you didn't mean for me to find out you mean.
He was sick of dealing with him. He thrust him away and hissed. No, instead he rose to his feet and said. You'll find a way to blame this on me when you don't let me explain. That garment…" And here the sure-reflexed Seeker made a grab for the silk underwear. You idiot. He hadn't been expecting that. He frowned at Harry, replaying the words over and over in his head.
Harry crossed his arms over his chest and the green eyes narrowed in a glare. Severus shook his head before stalking towards Harry. He had other ideas. Rather than tell you what I think, perhaps I should show you. The earlier anger changed into arousal. He smirked, approaching Harry, backing him into a corner step by step.
The moment his lover realized what he had done he groaned. He used Harry's surprise to banish his robe, leaving him clad in only his underwear. His hand explored the toned chest and slid over Harry's back, before curling underneath his buttocks.
He paused, breaking the kiss to glance down. Harry was wearing red underwear—and silk, if his hands weren't deceiving him. He broke the kiss because this he had to see. Harry had always been handsome to him but now, as his eyes travelled down the firm chest to come and rest on the delicious red garment that was resting on Harry's narrow hips. They suit him. I wonder what else he has looked at to wear. His eyes shot back up to see Harry was blushing delightfully. Severus smirked and leaned in to whisper.
No, he was interested. So there was more, he had been right. How could he have been so stupid to think that Harry was cheating on him? He had some making up to do. He pulled Harry to him and softly murmured, keeping his voice silky and soft, knowing how Harry enjoyed it when he pitched this tone, "My, my my, all of this for me. What did I do to deserve such a treat? You have no idea what kind of a delightful picture you make, Mr. I'm thinking of having you up here against the wall.
He licked his lips. Harry groaned softly. His eyes narrowed in a glare as he hissed. I think not. You know that I like to be in control…" Severus moaned softly as Harry leaned in suddenly to lick the sensitive scars on his neck.
He struggled against his lover but he knew that it mattered little because Harry knew how sensitive the skin was. He growled softly, even as his eyes closed in obvious enjoyment. He crushed Harry to him, kissing him deeply as his hands closed over Harry's butt, pulling him to him. Harry kissed him back hungrily, groaning into his mouth. Severus was glad that he had cleared his afternoon of any appointments; it wouldn't do to have anybody walking in on them. No, he intended to debauch Harry. Nice and slowly. And many times over. In many different positions.
He may have told Harry as much, whispering it to him. Don't worry…" He nipped at Harry's lips, smirking against his lips. Slow is not what I had in mind…" Harry startled when Severus applied pressure to nudge Harry's legs around his waist so he could balance them against the wall.
Harry settled after a moment and then continued, trying not to be too distracted as Severus licked at his neck, "I…I don't like it when you go slow… you go too damn slow for me…" Severus swallowed Harry's protests by snogging him deeply. He nudged Harry down, intent on getting them both naked. He took his time undoing every button, knowing how much it frustrated Harry. He kept his gaze on his lover, keeping Harry pinned with his dark eyes.
He slipped another button open, smirking at the way Harry's eyes dilated. Harry's breathing came faster than it had before and Severus enjoyed that he was standing close enough to his beloved to feel the warm breath on his skin. Harry's eyes were glued to his chest as it was revealed by the opening of each new button.
Harry licked his lips, his eyes wide as they flickered up at Severus' face to gauge his reaction. Severus allowed his smirk to grow wider.
He did really like seeing Harry react so openly to him. That he wore his emotions open on his face and that he showed Severus how much he wanted him. Having finally undone all the buttons, he allowed his outer robe to slide from his shoulders and onto the ground. For once he didn't care. This was too important to be concerned with clothing ethics. He just wanted to get his hands on Harry's arse and cock in that delightful silky red thing.
He had plans for that. Hell, he had plans for them both. Suddenly Harry did something he rarely did. He took control. The look of determination in the green eyes was as arousing as the magic that wrapped around Severus' hand, stopping him as he reached to undo his pants. Harry pushed himself off the wall and came closer, his walk sexy and confident.