Title: Flirting with Danger
Author: fbowden
Beta: The lovely brknhalo241 on LJ :)
Characters: Harry/Snape
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: CBT (fairly mild)
Themes/kinks chosen: Cock and Ball torture
Word Count: 1,415
Summary: Severus knows just how to punish Harry for his misdemeanour.
Author's notes: I was scared to write something with such a strong kink theme, but I’m so glad I did, and since it was the lovely venturous who put this bunny forward; being so dear to my heart, I hope it’s exactly what she wanted.



It was almost too delicious for words; Potter on his back, naked and spread-eagled on Severus’ bed.

Severus felt almost giddy with desire as he drank in the vision that Potter himself could not appreciate, trussed and blindfolded as he was.

“Severus – please – “

“Quiet.”

Harry huffed but obeyed, shifting his arse to rub against silken sheets, such a mouth-watering contrast of tanned skin on black satin, in its own way as delicious as the hard, thick shaft lying between Potter’s legs, threaded blue veins beneath the tautly stretched skin throbbing with the rush of blood. Severus felt the urge to dab the corners of his mouth, for he was certain he must be drooling.

Careful to keep his voice neutral, Snape said, “I must inform you that I did not appreciate your flirting with Draco Malfoy at this evenings’ Ministry function.”

“What? What are you going on about? I wasn’t flirting with Malfoy!”

Potter’s indignant tone curled Severus’ lips into a half-smile, a luxury he could afford since his toy was more sightless than usual.

“I beg to differ, Potter. You were positively undressing him with your eyes, and his appreciation of your new robes and the way they mould to your arse – robes which were a gift from me –was a step too far.”

“That’s ridiculous! Malfoy hates me as much as I hate him! If he was looking at me, it was probably because he was trying to think of a way to hex me and get away with it!”

“Ah. So you admit you were ogling him, then?”

“I – No! That wasn’t – Severus!”

Severus admired the angry flush spreading from Harry’s cheeks and down the column of his neck, lightly brushing his chest.

“You are a dreadful liar, Potter, and clearly need punishment for your deception. Something that will, in the future, remind you on which side your bread...is buttered.”

Potter began wrestling with the bonds keeping his arms and legs held wide. It was rather a half-hearted struggle, truth be told.

“Pathetic,” Snape murmured, slipping the buttons from his robes with an ease borne of practice.

“What the hell are you doing?” Harry demanded, twisting his head in an attempt to dislodge the blindfold, as though it might slip and return his sight. Snape observed Potter carefully while he stripped, but any notion that he should take Potter’s protest seriously was all but extinguished by the boy’s erection remaining swollen and red.

Snape gave a theatrical tut. “Your language is hardly becoming of a Saviour.”

“Oh, God,” Potter whined, his entire body shaking with a healthy combination of fear and arousal when Snape’s knee depressed the bed. Snape could see the rapid fluttering of eyelashes beneath the securely fastened strip of fabric.

Outstretching one long thin finger, Snape let it rest against Potter’s foreskin, crooking it until his fingernail dug into the soft flesh. Harry gave a strangled yelp and bucked his hips.

Undeterred, Snape dragged across the delicate skin, scratching just deeply enough to keep Potter from catching his breath. Where the base of Harry’s cock met the thick, ribbed flesh of his scrotum, Snape pressed harder. A thin, livid red streak flared up along the path his nail had travelled.

“Fuck,” Harry hissed, hands clenching nothing but cool air.

Snape considered the obvious retort to that, but neglected to voice it in favour of letting his finger gouge the length of Potter’s perineum, only relieving the intense pressure when the pad of his finger touched the crinkled skin of Potter’s anus. Whispering a lubricating charm, Snape pushed just the tip of his finger inside.

Convulsing as though he’d been Crucio’d, Potter renewed his fruitless struggle, though he seemed to be struggling towards Snape’s touch rather than away from it.

“There are many different types of pain, Potter,” Snape said airily, sliding deeper into the tight, slick channel. “Emotional, physical, quite dissimilar in sensation. I wonder which of those you might find unbearable.”

“I wasn’t flirting with Malfoy!” Potter gasped. “If that’s what you’re getting at.”

Snape raised a disbelieving brow. “So you claim.” The finger slid free of the grasping muscle, inciting Potter to elicit a pitiful whine.

“Please, Severus.”

Severus cupped the heavy bollocks in one palm, curled his fingers into a fist around them and squeezed. An odd whistling noise escaped Potter’s nose. His cock leaked clear fluid onto his stomach. Severus smirked and located the testes, pulling them down and manipulating them to knock against each other. Potter’s answering jerk and hissed expletive were delightful. Severus’ own cock throbbed with need and, for a brief moment, he considered simply folding Potter’s knees to his chest and sinking into the tight heat of his arse, but as appealing as the concept was, Severus dismissed it, choosing instead to tweak the ribbed skin of Potter’s balls between his fingernails.

Potter moaned, twisted, clenched his fists. Severus’ gaze flickered between the pinched flesh blanching, and Potter’s mouth, opening and closing, tongue slipping out to wet his lips after every sharp intake of breath.

“Fuck,” Potter growled, “fucking hurts.”

“Doesn’t it just,” Snape said drily.

When Potter’s scrotum was covered in tiny, nail-shaped half-crescents, Severus slipped four fingers beneath Potter’s balls and weighed them, as though deliberating.

“Oh, God,” Potter whimpered. Severus gave a gentle push upwards before letting his hand fall, then brought it up sharply. The position wasn’t ideal, but he found enough leverage to administer a hearty slap. Potter practically leapt off the bed, and Severus congratulated himself on having the foresight to restrain the boy.

Slapslapslap. Potter cried out, begging urgently, though not, Snape noticed, for him to stop.

“Need to come!” he shouted. Snape’s hand stilled immediately. Potter howled miserably. “Please, Severus, please let me come.”

“Hush,” Snape admonished, reaching down the side of the bed and retrieving a black feathered quill.

He rested on one elbow, examining the entirety of Potter’s genitals as he decided where to start. Testing the effectiveness of the nib against the head of Potter’s cock and finding it more than satisfactory, Snape pressed harder, ignoring Potter’s string of vulgarities, and dragged the quill over the damp, heated flesh.

“Fuck ... fucking hell, what is that?” Potter demanded.

“Lest you forget,” Snape growled, finding the skin resistant when he tried to curve the quill to form an ‘O’.

He kept the nib moving despite the drag caused by the firm pressure, black ink looking wonderfully stark against the darkly flushed flesh.

“Oh, God, God!” Potter bucked just as Severus reached the sensitive skin of his balls, causing the ‘S’ he was writing to warp into a 6. Annoyed, Snape jabbed the nib in sharply, and Potter’s body arched off the sheets, his cock fountaining violent spurts.

Hastily dropping the quill on the bed, Severus straddled Potter’s convulsing body and crawled the length of it, seizing a handful of sweaty black hair in his hand. Despite the rigidity of the bonds, he yanked Potter into a sitting position and with his other hand, guided his over-excited cock into Potter’s still-gasping mouth.

With the instinct of a newborn, Potter latched on and began sucking. Severus’ fingers worked through Potter’s hair, tugging his head this way and that until Potter acquiesced and relaxed his throat, allowing Severus’ cock to slip down it. He glanced once over his shoulder, at Potter’s desecrated genitals, and came with a roar.

Potter swallowed as quickly as he could, but with his hands still bound, he was unable to wipe away the copious trickles escaping his mouth. Severus collapsed at Potter’s side, and Potter slumped back down next to him.

The room was silent, save for the sound of their lungs fighting to regain regular respiration. Eventually, just as Severus’ eyes were drifting shut, Potter spoke.

“Was that a quill?”

Snape nodded, then remembered Potter couldn’t see. He waved his hand and dismissed the blindfold and ties.

Potter blinked against the light and sat up. He glanced down at his cock.

“Property of – “ he frowned and fingered himself aside to read his balls. “S. S.” he finished, the letters written in curlicue, one on each testicle. He snickered. “Do you really think that was necessary? It had better not be permanent.”

Snape sniffed. “Of course not. Necessary or permanent, that is. You are perfectly aware of to whom you belong.”

Potter slipped shaky legs beneath the covers. He laid his head on Snape’s chest and sighed contentedly. “As if I’d have it any other way.”

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