For a heartbeat, they were at a standstill. The hot summer air prickled with electricity. Then Severus growled and roughly pulled Harry's head down to claim his lips. The teenager enthusiastically followed, at least for the first few minutes. Then he got a lot more creative. Trailing kisses over the man's cheeks, ears and down his neck had Severus squirm in his seat. These movements were met fervently. Soon they were grinding against each other, with the older pushing the younger's head back so he could decorate his neck and shoulders with love bites, making Harry hiss in bliss. Only after endless minutes did Severus realise where this was heading. His body was going up in flames, and he wanted nothing more than to push Harry down on the patio, to kiss, to claim but ... "No!" He sobbed, squeezing his eyes shut. He knew he was at the end of his tether. Just one more kiss and he would lose the last of his composure. Harry was a vision, and he wanted him, so very much, but ...