“House-elves might hear…”
“Exactly, so shhh!” To emphasize his words, he snogged Harry into silence.
The bakery was warm and redolent with scents of yeast, bread, and sweaty bodies. Discarded robes shrouded the racks of rolls and pies.
“Saw this in a Muggle movie…” With a lopsided grin, Harry’s cock sank into the warm apple pie.
A scathing snort answered Harry’s groan. “Don’t be ridiculous.” He hummed as he licked off the sweet filling, slicking his arse with oil. “This is better.”
Sliding into him, Harry smacked his pale cheeks, saying, “Snape, you’ve got hot cross buns!”