Team Dragon Post: All You Have To Do Is Ask ~ NC17 Title: All You Have To Do Is Ask Author:florida_minxie Rating: NC17 Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape Disclaimer: I don’t own them. I only play with them and make them happier for it. Summary: There are hazards when scheming against your Master. Word Count: 6,521 Warnings: Established M/s relationship, bondage, sensory deprivation (just a wee bit), paddling, rimming, anal play, wanking, gratification denial, use of sex toys for double penetration, felching… A/N: This was first posted a couple of years ago right after I took a fandom break. Good Lord, I had no shame. Good thing that ain't changed. *g* Beta'd by jadzia7667 but do email me if you find anything (the.minx.17@gmail.com).
Harry was waiting not so patiently for Severus to return home. The Potions master was late; every minute pushed Harry’s tension level to a higher peak. Spinning on his heel, he completed yet another circuit across the hearth. The younger man was on the verge of activating the bond, something he absolutely abhorred doing to find his wayward lover. Just as Harry had decided to use the bond to call Severus, the door to their home crashed open, a burst of snowy winter air sweeping in with the billowing robes of Severus Snape.
Flicking his wand, Severus banished his purchases and his clothing to their appropriate places before dropping to his knees, in front of Harry. He was naked, as their contract specified. “Master.”
Cold green eyes glared down at the prostrated man. His voice rough with diminishing fear and rising anger, Harry ground out, “Explain yourself.”
With his arms extended fully over his head and his nose almost pressed to the floor, Severus stammered his excuse. “All was as scheduled. I checked out of the lab at five o’clock precisely…”
“I know,” Harry snapped. “I actually fire called Hermione concerning your whereabouts. That fact, along with the bags you entered with, confirms that you deviated from my wishes.” Harry was surprised and disappointed; Severus hadn’t misbehaved in many months, and had never done so to this magnitude before.
Severus visibly shuddered. “I wanted to surprise you, Sir,” he said, hoping the inevitable punishment he both dreaded and loved would be less if his Master understood his motivation. He hadn’t meant to go this far, hadn’t meant to push until Harry’s eyes became void of emotion. “Our anniversary is coming up shortly.”
Harry clicked his fingers together, the silent command for Severus to rise out of supplication and to rest back on his heels. “Look at me.” He waited until the beady black eyes landed on his face before continuing, “Have I ever missed an important date, Severus?”
“No, Sir.” Severus knew he hadn’t in all the years they’d been together, knew that Harry would never neglect him so carelessly. The knowledge was bitter bile in his stomach. He should have chosen a different method to communicate with his Master.
“Have I ever,” the last word was stressed in his agitation, “denied you the ability to purchase gifts and such?” Harry moved away from Severus, reining in the pure hurt his slave’s actions caused. “Where did you get the funds for this surprise, Severus?”
Severus closed his eyes. His Master never used his full given name in private unless he felt betrayed. Severus could taste Harry’s disappointment on his skin. In the privacy of their home, Harry always addressed him by a variety of private pet names that only Harry had the right to use. Even in anger, and Merlin knew he’d pushed his Master to anger enough times in the past, his given name was not used in their home. Now he had to own up to yet another instance of rule breaking. Perhaps his plan had not been the best course of action. “I used the funds for my midday meals.”
The surge of emotional magic rattled the windows in the room and nearly made the walls tremble in outrage. Severus watched in awe as the fire danced higher, brighter, with the admission. “So, instead of coming to me and asking for what you wanted, you felt it better to skip meals?”
“Master,” Severus hated the pleading tone in his voice. Hated that he’d knowingly created a situation where it was needed. “Please listen to me.”
Harry sighed heavily and nodded. Severus’ thoughts, needs and requests were of paramount importance to him. “After I hear you out, you will listen carefully to me and we will resolve this situation. There are obviously some decisions that need to be revisited.” Choosing a chair on the opposite side of the room from Severus, Harry flopped back, looking broken in his posture and face. “Go ahead, Severus. I’m listening.”
“I should have come to you. I know this. I should never have skipped meals.” Severus let every emotion, the truth of his words and the distress, wash across his face unbidden. “I did not do it to cause you pain. At the time, I believed it to be the best course of action.”
“And now? Now do you have a valid reason?”
Severus shook his head, strands of hair falling from the leather hair strap. “Valid? Most definitely not.” He took a deep breath, releasing it quickly, visibly deflating. “I pushed the boundaries…”
“You did not push boundaries, Severus,” Harry whispered in an eerily calm voice. “You stepped over them, ignored them. Call it what it is or do not speak at all.” The change in their relationship, from two men seeking solace during a war to that of Master and slave, had happened slowly after Harry had killed Voldemort. Their working relationship had evolved into love; they’d discovered they had complimentary, opposite needs in a partner. Still, their relationship wasn’t always easy, even now.
After Voldemort’s demise, Harry had finally understood just how much his own life had been out of his control. This created a deep seated need within him to take back that control. Harry’s need to be in control for the first time in his life bled over into everything…his job, his friendships, their bedroom. Severus had spent nearly all of his adult life under the control of someone else. After the war, he found that which he thought he hated to be instead what he needed to thrive. Severus’ needed to let someone take care of him, someone who actually had his best interests at heart. This knowledge helped him to easily fall into the submissive role in their relationship. Over time, Harry had grown into a very impressive dominant…more than Severus ever hoped for. There were times, though, that Severus wished Harry was harder, tougher, more strict. It was during those times that Severus made ill advised decisions. He’d never failed to obey the rules they’d set up between them to this extent before.
“I…I truly did want to surprise you but,” Severus dropped his eyes, wondering why he let things get so far out of hand, “even more, I wanted to push against you. I was losing control of myself, Master. I wanted…needed…to feel your control.” Slowly he raised his head to look his Master in the eye, silently praying the younger man would see the desire for himself.
Harry sat up straighter in the chair as he listened; Severus’ words were important to him. He had to know why the other wizard had acted out so. If it was a matter of unhappiness he would work to make it right, up to and including releasing him from the oath they’d sworn together. Harry felt something inside him breaking. Severus didn’t trust him enough to tell him exactly what he needed; instead he’d been manipulative about it. “You couldn’t come to me and talked about this? There are ways to bring you under control without staging a revolt.”
“You do not like unnecessary aggression…fabricated punishments,” Severus replied, easily reading the distress in Harry’s eyes. Theirs was not a relationship built on pain but one designed completely around control. Severus, despite how much he wanted Harry to have complete control, still pushed against it from time to time. “I did not want to ask that of you.”
Harry motioned discreetly, calling Severus to his side. He watched hungrily as the nude form prowled over to his side. Gently cupping the slender face, he said, “I made you a promise. Do you remember it?” Severus inclined his head in understanding, prompting Harry to continue before he’d even answered out loud. “I gave you my word that I would always meet your needs. I know that you have come, over the years, to need a certain level of physical discipline as a tangible proof of my control. I was remiss in letting it go as long as I did.”
“Master…”
“No, pet,” Harry smiled slightly when Severus immediately relaxed upon hearing the nickname, “you should not have needed to employ Slytherin tactics to fulfill your needs.” Harry smirked at the chastened look that flashed across his slave’s face. Severus rarely let that particular expression out. “Go run us a bath while I decide just what needs to be addressed.”
“Yes, Master.” Severus slipped from the room, his natural grace evident in every flowing movement of his body.
The bath passed quietly, Severus following the routine to the letter. Wrapping Harry in the warmed robe, he quickly moved into the bedroom. Crossing the threshold, he stopped short. “Sweet Circe,” he muttered, taking in the long wooden paddle, crop, and other implements set out on the bedside table.
Harry cleared his throat and Severus instantly moved to the bed and dropped to his knees beside it. From the corner chair, Harry began talking, “I want you to answer my questions, Severus, with complete honesty. Was your need the only driving force in your misbehavior? Or was there an underlying issue you haven’t told me? Are you unhappy with our relationship? Do we need to revisit the contract?”
“Master, I am happy with our relationship. I do not wish to change any part of our agreement. I was not sure how I should go about,” his Adam’s apple bobbed with his nervous swallowing, “bringing this up.”
“Did it ever occur to you to speak to me?” Harry pushed. This point had to be brought home to Severus. All he needed to do was talk to Harry if there was a problem. Harry would listen; had always listened and together they would work the problem out. “Just as you come to me about everything else in our life, you should have come to me about this.”
Moving to the bed, Harry tilted Severus’ head up. “I will not punish you for crying out for this, pet.” Severus’ shoulders dropped, thinking he’d misread something. Harry chuckled darkly, “Oh no, pet, you will be punished, just not for deviating from the schedule as you planned. You purposely missed meals… unacceptable.” Harry roughly jerked Severus’ face closer, “You have known from the beginning I’ll not tolerate you doing anything that that can be construed as self-harm.”
Harry ignored the look that filtered across his lover’s face; if he watched too long he would soften and that could not happen right now. “You did not come to me your needs and inner most wants, as we agreed to, you went behind me.” Harry pierced Severus with bright green eyes, “Completely unacceptable. Coming to me with your needs, especially when I’m being lax, is mandatory. You are not to manipulate me.”
As always, before any punishments were given he outlined just what Severus had done and explained what he should have done. Harry wanted to always be certain Severus knew what was expected of him. It was during this time that he reinforced the terms of their agreement, for Severus and himself. Their original coming together had surprised many; the evolution to what they had today, a strict relationship with well-defined roles, had not shocked those that knew them well. It seemed to fit both of their inner personalities like a well-worn glove.
Waving his hand, Harry conjured the spanking horse. “Come along, pet.”
“Hands,” Harry demanded. He deftly buckled the thick cuffs around the still too thin wrists that were flat against the arm supports. The missed meals irritated Harry again. Moving to the straps over Severus’ torso, Harry stayed silent as he restrained his slave, readying himself. “You will receive,” Harry began as he buckled the ankle cuffs, effectively eliminating Severus’ freedom of movement, “seven for each of the two misdeeds.”
Seven, it was always seven strikes for each misdeed. Only the implement changed. Tonight there had been two lying out, waiting to taken up and laid across Severus’ backside. The paddle, most obviously for skipping the meals, and the crop, most definitely for not talking to his Master.
Harry moved over to retrieve the blindfold. He loved being able to move about the taut form of his bound lover and utilizing the element of surprise. “In addition,” Severus bit back a groan, knowing he would not like whatever was to come next, “you will sleep on lead tonight with your wrists together, available for my pleasure, and,” his voice dropped an octave, morphing to a sexy purr, “my pleasure alone.”
Severus worked at stifling his groan. That was a punishment that his Master wielded like a damn sword. He only denied Severus in the most of extreme instances but when the punishment was demanded, Harry made the most of it. The mental images of his Master using his body had the slave’s blood pumping into his dick, making it push out of the cropped nest of hair proudly, only to be pressed painfully into the harsh edges of the spanking horse below him.
When the blindfold was secured snugly in place, Severus strained his ears in compensation, needing to know he hadn’t been left alone. “This, pet,” Harry tugged Severus’ growing length down, the knuckles of his hand hitting the edge of the padded bench Severus rested on, “is exactly why you are restrained completely. Couldn’t have you rutting against anything like a hormonal youngster, now could we?”
The sounds of Harry moving to the bed and retrieving the paddle were not enough to mask the disappointment flowing off of him. Disappointment that Severus had gone behind him, disappointment that he’d failed his slave. “Do you accept?” The whispered words ghosted across Severus’ ear, startling him at just how close his Master was.
“Yes, Master.”
“Sound off, pet.” The first crack of the paddle against bare skin sounded before the words were even finished.
“One.”
Two more followed in quick succession. “Two. Three,” he counted clearly; knowing to do otherwise would lead to more…seven more to be exact.
Severus never knew from which side the blow was coming, his Master moving lightly side to side behind him. “Four.” He gasped, the stinging pain starting to build. Severus knew that his arse would soon be heated to, as his Master called it, a delicious blush.
The unforgiving wood landed at the tender crease where thigh and buttocks met. “Five,” the shout resounded through the quiet room; tears smarted in the slave’s eyes, wetting the blindfold from the inside out. The last two followed the exact same path, a specialty of Harry’s that Severus loved and hated at the same time.
Before Severus finished uttering ‘seven’, Harry dropped the paddle, letting it clatter on the tile floor. Growling, he commanded, “Again.”
No down time. There was to be no wait while his Master changed implements. Severus hissed as the crop came across the reddened skin, only the ties holding him stationary on the horse. Harry had carried the crop with him just for this purpose. A strong showing of complete and total authority. Giving Severus time to regroup would not drive the point home.
Keeping a close eye on his slave, knowing that his limits had not been reached, much less penetrated, Harry continued at the same fast pace. The crop landed in what seemed to be an erratic pattern. Master and slave knew differently. Each kiss from the leather was placed with a precision that would astound an outsider.
“Seven,” Severus whimpered, voice wavering under the emotional strain. A simple swish of Harry’s wand had the straps releasing simultaneously. Quickly, Harry ran a hand up the hot bottom, over Severus’ shaking back, to comb through the sweat dampened hair. “So good, you did so good,” Harry crooned while he untied the blindfold.
Severus blinked twice, eyes readjusting to the soft flickering firelight. He moved, like flowing water, from the disciplinary bench to the floor. “Thank you, Master,” he whispered over and over, pressing kisses to the bony rise in Harry’s feet. “Thank you.”
Harry let Severus have his time; he knew it was part of the process. The gratitude, the expression, it all needed to play out for Severus to find the peace he was seeking. Harry finally snapped his fingers twice to tell the older wizard to move from the floor to the bed. The spanking horse disappeared with a wave from Harry’s hand.
“On your back, pet,” Harry instructed, grabbing the lead and leather wrist cuffs. Severus relaxed into the bed; submerged deep into a headspace he rarely allowed himself. Harry brushed his hands over Severus’ face repeatedly, never stopping the soft praise from tumbling out unbidden from his lips. “Give me your wrists, love.”
The cuffs were buckled, a short chain connecting them, soundly around Severus’ wrists. Harry made sure they were both not too tight and not too loose. Either way could mark the body he loved. A final click and the lead was locked onto Severus’ collar. “It’s the long lead, pet…for now.”
“Yes, Master.” The small black eyes focused on Harry, love and devotion the only two sentiments emanating from their depths.
“Rest, love.” Harry moved away from the bed, leaving Severus with time to think. He returned some fifteen minutes later balancing a bowl of steaming hot water and a washcloth. With infinite care, Harry dipped the rag into the water and washed Severus’ front, rinsing the cloth and reheating the water many times over. When the last toe had been bathed, he said, “Other side, pet.”
Sighing contentedly, Severus rolled, giving his back to his Master. The washing continued at the same easy pace. The only sound, besides the water sloshing in the basin, was Severus’ hiss of discomfort when the hot rag ran over his abused arse. “Okay, pet?”
“Yes, Master.” He’d asked for this. Not in the right way, but he had asked for this. Severus knew he would pay for that lapse in judgment as the evening progressed. He also knew this tender care was his Master’s way of apologizing. Harry was nothing if not fair, just as hard on himself as he was on Severus. He felt he’d slipped, not given his slave what he needed. Now, in between the pain Severus sometimes desired and the true unwanted punishment of withholding satisfaction, Harry would be tender.
“Open up, love.” Harry brought the rag down into the cleft of Severus’ arse, stopping to push just the tip of his cloth-covered finger into the tight hole. Harry paused in his ministrations to chant a spell, cleansing Severus from the inside out. The magic swept through the older man, letting him know at least one thing that was on Harry’s agenda for tonight.
Harry finished with one leg and then the next, banishing the bowl and rag away. During his bath, Severus’ libido had calmed, leaving his penis hanging flaccid between his legs. Harry dropped his robes, leaving him nude, his arousal obvious in the dancing firelight. He watched Severus’ breath speed up, the rise and fall of his chest moving faster. The man was absolutely perfect for him, thought Harry; they were perfect for each other.
He slithered into bed to spoon behind Severus, his hands trailing up and over ribs and hip bones. He loved playing the body next to him; bringing Severus to the brink and then pulling him back over and over. Granted it was a hundred times better when his pet had reign to play with him, too. Tonight, however, that was not the case.
“Do you want the magical binding,” Harry asked with a whisper.
“Not yet,” Severus replied. He hated the magical impotence charm Harry had discovered. True, it kept him from reaching a fully erect state but when the charm was released all of his pent up frustrations raced to his prick. Depending on how long the charm had been in place, he went from limp to hard to coming untouched in matter of minutes. It was damn painful, if the truth were to be known. “May I ask for it later?”
“Of course, pet.” Harry answered, his smirk hidden in Severus’ hair. The older man would be begging for it before the night was over, Harry guaranteed it. He’d promised himself, when he downed the aphrodisiac, to make tonight memorable. He wanted to burn the taste of being achingly hard and left wanting into Severus’ mind. Perhaps that would motivate his slave to come to him before he did something outrageous. Plus, Harry figured, he’d have a damn good time doling out this discipline.
Harry increased the pressure of his touch, dragging blunt nails across the raised welts from the crop. Seven perfect marks. Severus moaned and pushed back into the questing hand, wanting more of the touch, more of the confirmation that he was indeed under his Master’s control.
“Bad form, pet,” Harry growled, drawing back and landing a sharp slap to the still red bottom. “You know the rules. Do I need to shorten your lead, bind your ankles?”
“We’ll see,” Harry murmured, shifting to push both of their top legs forward. Sucking on his fingers first, Harry drew one hand down, teasing and plucking at the rim of Severus’ hole. Nothing more, not yet. Just the touches letting the slave know the night was still young.
“You’re always so tight, pet. Waiting for me to open you up, slowly, with my fingers and my tongue.” Harry slipped the tip of one finger in, wiggling it back and forth, eliciting another moan from Severus. “Do you know what I want to do to you right now? I want to eat you out, have you begging and pleading for more. Making you writhe on just my tongue.”
Harry slipped his finger free, massaging only the outer rim again. “What do you say, slave? Should I see how far I can take you on just my tongue?”
“If you wish, Sir.” Severus knew that no matter what his desire was, this night belonged to Harry, just as he did.
“On your knees,” Harry commanded, moving to kneel at the foot of the bed. There was enough chain between the captured wrists for Severus to cross his forearms, pillowing his head, with his arse high up in the air. Harry discreetly put the lube on the bed, close to his knee. Without any preamble, he leaned over and licked a path up the entire crease of the pert arse swaying in front of him.
Severus wailed into his make shift pillow as hands spread him wider, fingers digging into six of the well placed marks. Harry pressed a kiss to the spasming hole, adding stinging nips interspersed with the laving of his tongue. Pulling back, his breath cooling the warm saliva, he rasped, “Gods, you taste good.”
Pointing his tongue, Harry traced lazily over the wrinkled skin. Exploring, discovering, tasting. Delving just inside the tight ring before pulling out to lap up and down the enticing crease. “Master…”
Harry grinned inwardly. Severus had been appalled the first time Harry had swept his tongue across his entrance. Oh, how the mighty have fallen. Just the perfect swipe of his tongue across his lips had Severus hard and leaking, on the verge of begging for it, sometimes before either of them had undressed. He pressed his tongue into Severus, thrusting hard into the pliant body. Severus’ hole spasmed, trying to suck the invader in deeper. A guttural moan was wrenched from the submissive wizard.
Harry’s answering snarl vibrated through the tight channel, filling Severus’ cock to a point that strained his tenuous hold over his orgasm. He was damp all the way to his sac from Harry’s focused attentions, the breeze a cold contrast to the warm mouth eating from the inside out. The sound of the constant slurping and sucking added to the sensory overload, forcing Severus to do nothing but concentrate on the feeling.
Harry felt it the very moment his lover gave over all vestiges of control. The boneless resignation to conceding absolute control did nothing but flame his arousal more. Harry plunged his tongue in and stilled, waiting for just a moment, waiting for Severus’ attempt to move him. At the slightest tilt, Harry started licking at the walls surrounding him, sending tremor after tremor up Severus’ back.
Just as Severus was ready to beg for either the spell or release, he didn’t care which at this point, Harry slipped out of him, sucking on the rim one last time. Severus cursed the absence and the longing. Harry released a smug smile at the colorful words coming from his slave. Grabbing the top sheet, he dried his face, muffling his question. “Ready for the spell?”
Dragging great gasps of air in, Severus calmed himself slightly. “No, Master, not yet.” Harry quietly dipped one hand in the odorless lube while the other guided Severus onto his back, legs splayed open for Harry’s easy access.
Two fingers pushed into the gaping hole, twisting in and out, pressing almost violently against Severus’ prostate. Leaning over, Harry licked the precome from Severus’ slit before asking again, “You’re sure?”
Oh, his Master was evil. How he had ever thought Harry to be the quintessential Gryffindor, Severus would never know. Harry garnered true delight in the power he held over Severus. “I’m sure, Sir. Please,” Severus started babbling. “Please, Master.”
Harry pressed his face to next to Severus’ sac and blew against the pucker his fingers were plundering. As the lube heated up, adding just that much more to Severus’ frustration, he jerked harshly at the slave’s tightening sac. Severus cried out the momentary pain, then as his imminent orgasm banked, whispered, “Thank you, Master. Thank you.”
“Don’t expect it again, Severus.” Harry warned, the edge in his voice making his position very clear; this was not one of their usual nights of mutual pleasure, Severus was paying for his lack of judgment in a most effective way. “You’ll have to ask for the spell or suffer through coming before we’re finished.”
Severus acknowledged the fact, at least within himself, that he would indeed be using the spell before the night was over. The fingers had yet to stop the delicious tormenting of his arse and the fleeting reprieve he’d gotten earlier was back, stronger and more pressing than before.
Harry stretched out, his head leaning against the thin pale thigh, and watched his fingers disappear into his lover’s opening only to reappear again seconds later. Bending his thumb, the nail longer there than the ones inside the hot body, he scraped along the taut skin of Severus’ perineum. “Master!”
“I plan on playing here for a while, pet.” Harry replied, fingers no longer moving in and out but pulling gently at the loosened hole. Severus’ eyes rolled back as he tried to relax into the bed. Harry could make his body sing; he’d done so enough times in the past. He knew just how to hold Severus on the precipice of completion. From the nonchalant tone, his Master planned on dangling him here for a while. He whined, actually whined, when Harry shifted back to the foot of the bed, leaving him open and empty.
“Hush,” Harry directed. “I’ll be right back.” Severus watched Harry lean over the end of the bed, reaching for a hidden object on the chest stationed at the foot of the bed. He couldn’t hold his whimper of irritation at the sight of the butt plug.
“You know, love,” Harry drawled in that same blasé tone from earlier, “I would love nothing more than to bury myself in you right now.”
Severus’ eyes glazed over. After all of the play Harry had been doing, being filled with his cock only to be fucked through the mattress sounded like a damn good plan. “Yesssss,” he hissed, automatically raising his legs to his chest, hoping that the damnable plug was for after. After he’d had Harry’s hard length slamming into him.
The bed dipped between Severus’ legs. He shook with anticipation and pure need. His obsidian eyes closed with a sigh when Harry’s fingers started caressing his hole again. Three fingers, slick with the lube he’d made, easily slipped in. Stretching his fingers out, Harry opened the tight entrance. The cold of the plug brought Severus back to reality like a splash of ice water. “Master, no…please, no,” he begged. “Not yet…you first, please.”
Fucking Severus with the large toy, Harry flashed an evil grin. “Oh no, love. Not me first…you have to earn that.”
Moving to the top of the bed, leaning against the ornate headboard, Harry chuckled darkly, a sure sign that something new awaited Severus. “Move to the foot, pet.” As Severus scrambled to follow the direction, the large butt plug hindering the normal grace, Harry set his legs open, readying to please himself.
Splashing oil scented softly of buttery vanilla over his hand, he growled, “Watch.” His eyes, dark with arousal, locked onto to Severus. “Watch every fucking stroke, every touch, slave, and remember it should be you pleasing me.”
Severus stalked every move of the work calloused hand. The slow rise and fall, spreading oil over the full prick. The subtle, almost nonexistent, curl as the leaking head was reached. His mouth watered, wanting to lean forward, to taste his Master, to swallow around the thick erection and coax the bitter fluid into his throat. “Master…” This plan of his had gone awry, horribly awry. He’d expected the paddle, and if he was honest, the crop too. Now, though, he realized he’d pushed this too far. Harry had never done this before; he’d never made Severus watch as he found pleasure at his own hand. Never again, he vowed silently. Never again would he go behind his Master, hurt his Harry. “Please, Sir, use me. My mouth… my hands…”
Harry ignored Severus’ pleadings, losing himself in sensation. It was easy for Harry to fall into the methodical rhythm; stroke, twist, squeeze. Never once did his eyes leave those of his begging slave. Slowly Harry’s free hand started to move, splitting Severus’ concentration between the two points. The roughened hand danced lightly over his chest, pinching and twisting his nipples into hard peaks, rubbing down the muscles of his stomach to comb through his pubic hair and roll his balls gently in his hand.
Harry dropped his hand lower, flitting soft touches around his entrance. That…just that slightest touch…sent him spiraling over the edge, spurting hot come over his stomach and hand. Breathing heavily, he rasped out, “Over here, pet.” Motioning to the spunk sprayed over his body, he said, “Over here and clean me up.”
Severus crawled across the bed, stopping at Harry’s side. Slowly he dipped down, hair dragging through the cooling fluid, and licked Harry’s stomach, then his hand, clean. Closing his eyes, he held the last finger just a bit longer wondering just what Harry had planned next. “Master?”
“I’m not done with you yet, if that is what you are inquiring about.” Harry answered, eyes lolling at half-mast from his orgasm. “I have plans to take my time with that delectable arse of yours,” the aphrodisiac helping to fill his half-hard cock with each word, “before I call it a night.”
Harry’s eyes sparkled with lust as he pictured Severus hole stretched around his cock and one of the thinner vibrators; the constant hum shooting sparks through their bodies. Dropping his voice, Harry purred his demand out. “On all fours, pet.”
Severus quickly moved to his hands and knees. The feral glint in Harry’s eyes promised an experience he was not likely to forget any time soon; it seemed that tonight was to be filled with such happenings. He released a throaty moan as the large plug slid out of his body, replaced quickly by to slippery fingers. “Master,” he gasped between thrusts. Blushingly, he said, “I need…I need the spell.”
“Tempero Voluptas,” Harry whispered quietly, his free hand gripping Severus’ dripping prick. Immediately Severus’ erection faded, leaving behind all of the feelings of sexual craving without the danger of spilling his seed. Harry smiled at the sigh of relief, wondering just how long Severus was going to feel so relaxed. Without removing his questing fingers, Harry reached back behind and called one of the slender vibrators to him.
The toy was only about two fingers wide, the size making it useful for many different pleasures. Harry pushed the motionless vibrator in along side his two fingers, stroking it in and out in time with his heartbeat. “I think, my pet, that tonight you’ll get a chance to be the wanton slut we both know you are.”
Severus’ eyes rolled back as he fought to maintain his position. Surely Harry didn’t mean to fuck him with that toy buried in his arse. He hissed at the slight burn when a third finger was added on the next shove into his gaping entrance. Oh yes…his Master intended to do just that.
Harry slicked his dick with the lube, trembling with his own rush of excitement. Pulling the vibe back, almost completely out, Harry lined his cock up with Severus hole. He moved his hips forward, slowly pushing his length into Severus’ arse, vibrator lying silent along the vein in his dick. As soon as he breached the tight ring of muscle, he eased his fingers back and out.
Severus keened as Harry moved gradually into the tight heat. “Master…oh Gods,” he babbled incessantly, “so much…too much…”
“No, lovely, not too much.” Harry set the vibe in motion, holding back his own scream of ecstasy as the movement tingled down to his sac. “You should see how beautiful you look…stretched so fucking much. Taking it all for me.”
Harry rocked back and forth, adding speed to his tempo with each thrust in. “So tight, Sev. So damn tight.” He adjusted, just a minute bit, and grazed the rippling toy across Severus prostate.
“Ahh,” Severus moaned, twisting the sheets in his hands, “Again, please do that again.”
In a rare show of his brute strength, Harry sat back on his heels, pulling Severus up with him to rest on his thighs. “Ride me, love.” One hand moving over Severus’ chest, plucking and twisting his nipples, the other acting as both guide and support at the bony hip, Harry demanded, “Do it, slave. Ride them both.”
Severus grasped the headboard and lifted himself off the thrumming cock and toy combination until he was nearly free of the torment, then pushed back harshly, faster than Harry had dared. “Yesssss,” Harry hissed. The feeling, oh Gods, the feeling of Severus tight around him, filled with both his dick and that damnable toy, the one that kept sending shocks down his shaft, through his balls, all the way to his curling toes, was more than he’d ever had at once. More than he’d ever thought could happen at once.
Severus kept the brutal pace up until Harry grabbed both of his hips and slammed up then stilled, pumping his release into the clenching channel. He pulled out, letting the vibrator drop to the bed abandoned to hum against the sheets, and pressed his face against Severus’ cleft, licking and sucking at the come oozing out of the plundered hole.
Spreading the cheeks, Harry lapped at the pucker before delving in, taking in his essence mingled with the taste of his lover. “Master…please, too much,” the shaking voice stopped Harry’s pillaging after one final suck over the spasming entrance. Using the sheet to again dry his face, Harry threw one arm around Severus and pulled him down against him. Rolling, laying half on the bed and half draped over Severus’ lean form, he held Severus in a protective embrace. He buried his nose in the pale neck, and said, “Enough for now, I want a short nap.”
Severus lay there awake, listening to the soft snores of his partner. He couldn’t follow Harry to sleep despite how used his body was; too many emotions were wreaking havoc on his mind. For the first time in his many years, Severus wanted to apologize for hurting someone’s feelings. Oh, he’d said the words before and probably even meant them a time or two. But this…this was different. This was a need that was stronger than anything he’d ever felt before. Cutting his eyes to look down at the sleeping form, he whispered, “I’m so sorry, Harry.”
Green eyes opened at the soft plea, the brush of eyelashes startling Severus. He’d been so sure Harry was asleep, would be unknowing of his words. When no more was forthcoming, Harry asked, “For what?”
Severus took a deep breath. Well. He’d planned on speaking to Harry, apologizing to him, the next morning. As usual, though, where Harry was concerned nothing followed a plan. With a rush of air he replied, “I never meant to hurt you. That was never my intent.” Twisting around to press even closer to Harry, ignoring the pressure in his arse, Severus continued, “The same way that I am yours, for you to love and care for, you are mine. My actions over the past week have shown anything but my respect for our union.”
Harry waited silently, allowing Severus to form his words in his own time. Finally, the patience paid off, “I tried, only once, to bring it up with you. The embarrassment was so strong that at the last minute I decided not to.” Severus held on tighter, the raw emotion of explaining his feelings overwhelming him. “As you know, I have never been one to ask for help.”
“I know, love.” Harry agreed. A solution, one small thing that would have helped to prevent the hurt that had passed between them, suddenly sprang to mind. “Sev, look at me. I want you to promise me something.” Severus lifted his head slowly to meet Harry’s direct stare. “When you feel that need, instead of deliberately breaking our promises just come in here and kneel in front of our toy cabinet. I’ll know why you are there.”
Severus nodded. The solution sounded very simple and he wondered why it had taken something this big to find it. “I promise to do that. Thank you…” he stopped for a minute, garnering his emotions and strength, “thank you for offering a silent way for me to ask.”
Harry wrapped his arms around Severus and rolled them until the slave was sitting back to chest between Harry’s legs. “I wish I had thought of it sooner.” Biting down on Severus’ neck, adding to the nights marks, Harry whispered, “Ready for me to take off the spell?”
Severus nuzzled in closer, knowing that after the mind numbing sex his orgasm would take hold almost faster than Harry could speak the words. “Master,” he whispered, anxious about how his question was going to be received, “may we repeat tonight’s experience…without the charm?”
Buried under Severus’ shout as the spell was ended, Harry chuckled and whispered, “All you had to do was ask.”
~fini~
Latin translator found here. Voluptas : pleasure, Tempero : be moderate, control oneself