Kristmas Wish Fulfilled for: alisanneFrom: venturousTitle:
pastel, PSWord count:
glove fetish, orgasm denial, D/s implied, Other Warnings:
blow jobAuthor/Artist's Notes:
I loved the idea of the gloves, and enjoyed exploring it.Art Preview:
A light too blue for wandlight spilled out from Severus' bedroom as Harry padded down the hall. What was he up to? Harry wondered, and paused at the threshold. Severus purred in his most arousing velvet voice: "Come in, Harry, please do come in."
The room was dark, no moon shone through the tall windows, no lamp or candle glowed. But the bluish light illuminated Snape's face, which floated eerily in the darkness. This ghostly visage, bearing its severe expression might have frightened Harry, once. But he trusted his lover, no doubt because of what they had done together in this very room. Things that required a great deal of trust, where Harry had surrendered himself into Severus' capable hands.
When he saw the source of the light, Harry got weak in the knees. Fitted white gloves, short, with just a few buttons, graced Severus' long-fingers, and they were charmed to glow! Harry grabbed the doorjamb for support since all his blood rushed to fill his cock. When he could breathe again, Harry whispered "how did you know?"
"Disrobe, now. Then come here." Snape said firmly, not smiling. Harry trembled as he complied.
A glowing hand summoned him. It was all he could see. He shivered, and ached to feel it's silken touch.
Harry had never shared his interest in gloves with Snape. But he had thrilled to white gloves since his earliest fantasies. He was ashamed of this when very young, because all he knew of them came from Vernon's cruel inspections of his room for dust, and Aunt Petunia wearing them to church. He risked stealing one of her gloves once, and enjoyed it until it was threadbare. Had Severus seen this in his memories? He felt a bolt of cold fear, that Snape would pillage his mind so.
"Harry, look at me." He hadn’t realized he had dropped his gaze, until That Voice summoned him, and he looked up into Severus' piercing eyes as the gloved hand touched his throat, his jaw, tilting his face up and drawing him in for a kiss.
Smooth gloved hands glided over Harry's thin frame as he dove into the wet and eager kiss. He wriggled himself onto Severus' lap, wrapping his legs around him and arching into the silken touch. He thrilled to the shimmer of light he swore he could feel on the inside as well as see, and sucked Severus' tongue into his mouth.
Snape put both hands onto Harry's shoulders and pushed him back, sliding out from under him and spreading him across the coverlet. Harry whined with need, squirming against the deep green satin, heels sliding as he tried to thrust his cock into empty air. "Please!" he moaned.
"Mmmmmm," Severus rumbled, and Harry could tell he was smiling from the sound. Bastard. Now disembodied hands tormented him, stroking, tickling, tracing the lines of his body, following the trail of hair from his navel, then skating around his leaking cock to stroke his long thighs. "Please, Severus! Oh touch me, please."
A glowing hand slid up his belly and pinched his left nipple. He thrashed, searching for Severus, for skin to make contact with. He was pinned with a kiss, which calmed him somewhat, and then felt the ghost of a touch on his thigh, pressure increasing slowly as Snape traced a line toward his groin. The silken hand brushed his bollocks, then cupped him, squeezing and pulling in one quick, harsh gesture that caused Harry to shout into Severus' mouth. He shuddered, then melted under his lover.
At last the glowing hand wrapped around his cock, so rigid that it hurt and thrilled at the same time. The silken glove wrapped around him, sliding up and down his shaft. He moaned in time with the rhythm of the stroking. Severus sat up and made a tight ring with his thumb and forefinger at the base of Harry's erection. He used his other brilliant white hand to touch the head, and taste the wetness on his gloved finger. Then Severus bowed his head, sweeping his black hair across Harry's quivering thighs, and drew the weeping cock into his mouth and sucked.
Harry wanted to explode. He heaved his hips skyward, though Severus pushed him down, still clamping the base of him to prevent his coming. Harry moaned and thrashed, and Severus sucked with great gusto, then paused for a breath. "Will you come for me, Harry?" he asked in his most alluring voice, and licked the purpling head. Incoherent moaning seemed a sufficient answer for Snape, and he released his grip then slid that hand up, pinching a nipple en route to Harry's face.
"I want to watch you come," he said, touching and illuminating Harry's flushed, impassioned face. Snape's other hand stroked his young lover firmly once, twice, three times and then Severus watched with fascination as Harry closed his eyes and opened his mouth, making long breathy sounds.
Soon Severus kissed Harry, softly, sweetly and caressed his damp hair. Eventually, Harry opened his eyes and Severus looked in wonder at the green fire within. He held Harry's face in both glowing hands and kissed him again, still gazing into his eyes. "Did you like that?" His dark eyes sparkled.
"I'm not sure, Severus. Can we try it again?" Harry smirked.