Morning sunlight drifted lazily through the bedroom, catching swirling dust motes in its path. A gentle breeze twisted its way through the open window, dancing over bare skin, teasing dark hair.
Slowly a head raised itself from the bed and dark eyes opened, squinting quickly against the bright morning sunshine. A hand reached out and grabbed a dark wand. With a few waves and muttered profanities, the window slammed shut and dark curtains covered the window, bringing darkness, and blessed silence.
"Was that really necessary?"
"Quite." Severus rolled over, draped an arm over Harry, and drifted off to sleep again.
"Severus, you're going to starve if you don't leave me be to cook." Harry swatted his lover away with a kitchen towel and returned his attention to making breakfast. Sulking, the older man sat at the small island in the center of the large, airy kitchen.
Finally, Harry sat down opposite Severus. Looking up, he caught a rare sulk. Smirking, he let his green eyes meet pouting dark.
"Now love, seriously, you know it's dangerous to play naked around hot cookers. If you really want to do it, we can when the range has cooled down."
With that, they ate.
Once again sunlight danced through the bedroom. This time, however, it was left undisturbed. Severus had more important things to worry about. The feeling of Harry's mouth surrounding him, warm and wet, for one. His lover was obviously determined to drive him mad with these slow, teasing movements.
Reaching down, he grabbed a handful of dark hair. Angling his head so that he could glare into amused eyes, his silent message was clear. Revenge was a game Severus enjoyed greatly. Harry shuddered at the thought of what the evening would bring.
Returning to his task, he continued to tease unmercifully.
"Damn it Severus!" Harry's cry of frustration filled the evening air.
The younger man was tied face down to the bed, his erection pressing roughly into the sheets below him. Above him the older man smirked and continued his relentlessly slow movements. He would never say it aloud, but he loved watching his fingers slide slickly in and out of his younger lover.
He knew Harry wanted to be fucked quite thoroughly by now, but he wasn't quite ready to give in yet. There were many other things he loved to watch himself do to the younger man as well.