OH, I adore you! Did you know that?? You're one of my most favorite people in fandom. I cut my teeth on *writing* and fandom with your beautiful stories. Your Severus is always just . . . perfect. And your Harry is tortured and as fragile as he is headstrong and resilient.
And I completely agree that we could all use a little more vampire!Snape and virgin!Harry in our lives. Preferably in the same story.
Oh! Here's a little pr0n for you.
Warm breath skated across his skin where throat met collar bone. Harry's mouth opened into a silent gasp.
Nimble fingers traced along his shoulder, skimming up his neck and back again.
"Please," Harry cried out in a tumble of breath and longing. He shook his head in a desperate effort to remove the taut silk blinding him.
"Anticipation makes it better," Severus whispered.
Harry felt him lean in. He dragged the point of his tongue along Harry's pulse point with such lurid exaggeration that Harry was twisting in his bonds, not sure whether he wanted to get closer or farther away.
As Severus pulled back with a chuckle, Harry felt the point of his fang pull across his skin, readying him for what was to come.