Imagine Sev having a horrible day and then later when he's in bed, his lover gets on top of him and begins to kiss him all over his face/neck/shoulders/collarbones then murmers the sweetest things in his ears until he feels better and all warm inside
Severus shudders as you slide your hands up the pale, scarred expanse of his belly to his chest.
“Tease.” His voice is a breathless gasp, but even still, he seems to maintain an air of severity.
“You’re too good at that,” you whisper back, shivering despite yourself. You smile and begin kissing his belly, savoring the feeling of him bucking gently against you at the sensation of your lips upon his skin.
“Please,” he whispers, “Another.”
You comply enthusiastically, following the light trail of dark hair that grows from where his belly disappears into his trousers until you finally reach his prominent collarbones opting to trace your lips up the left side of his neck until you find a perfect spot under his sharp, angular chin and lightly take his skin into your mouth, gently grazing your teeth until he moans sharply and wraps his arms around you, rolling both of you onto the side as you continue, licking the small, circular mark and pulling back to grin at it with satisfaction.
“It suit you,” you purr, and he grins, staring up at you with his eyes half-lidded, his lips lopsided from lack of practice. It’s only when you’re alone that he’ll even attempt to smile. It warms your heart to watch him fighting his nature, to watch him refusing to hide behind the stoic mask he wears in public.
He moans deeply into your mouth when you kiss his lips and runs his fingers through your hair until you’re squirming against him.
“Yes,” he hisses happily, tracing your cheek with his thumb. “Just like that.”
“You’re making it difficult for me to hold back,” you gasp, biting your lower lip.
“Who says I want you to hold back?” he purrs, squeezing you tightly and kissing you until you’re breathless with desire.
“Point taken, my love,” you sigh, meeting his eyes, a thread of pleasure flaring in the core of you.
You know what he means to do next.
You wouldn’t have it any other way.