Stick Figures by WhiteCotton Title: Stick Figures Author: WhiteCotton Pairing: Severus/Harry Rating: R Word Count: 740 Warning(s): *D/s* Summary: Severus had high hopes for his birthday. High hopes indeed. A/N: Written for Mamma Puff, with my love.
I do not own or make any money from the characters or situations belonging, in all rights, to JK Rowling.
Stick Figures
Severus looked over his shoulder and assessed the back view in the mirror.
Not bad, considering his age. His bottom was still pert, shapely, and ... after flexing his cheek muscles, he added spare of fat. Below that, the tops of his legs were sculpted and bulged only in the right places, his knees were no longer knobbly and one could describe his ankles as being rather well formed. Not femininely thin, but elegant.
Yes, Severus was content there was nothing about his body to cause him to be shy. In fact, put a bag over his head, and Severus thought he would be quite happy with the whole package.
And talking of bulges, which he was in a roundabout way, he turned around again and flicked his cock with the back of his fingers. Straight and rampant enough to mount a flag, Severus was ready.
If Harry would hurry and come home.
He cupped his balls into his hand and gave them a bit of a jiggle. Then, because it felt so good, he did it again ... and again. Merlin but he wished Harry would get here. More of a delay and Severus would be pumping the contents of his balls onto the mirror.
The whole afternoon he’d been looking forward to this, ever since peeking into the shopping bag at the back of Harry’s side of the wardrobe. It seemed Severus’ hints about adding spice to their sex life with a bit of dominance had paid off. Not that the blithering twit had made it easy. Short of showing Harry a diagram of one stick figure – with short black hair – riding rough over another – longer hair and even blacker – Severus had done everything he could to clue Harry into Severus’ needs.
So, seeing the black leather collar and leash tucked away, and it being Severus’ birthday, Severus had done a mental somersault, punched the air and executed a very nice pirouette.
But that had been two hours ago. Since then he had taken a shower, making certain every bit of him was spick and span, oiled and opened his arse, and done a few warm-up exercises on his hips and knees.
Now he was raring to feel the collar around his neck, to crawl behind Harry on his new leash, and be told he was a very naughty boy – which he certainly was for sneaking beneath Harry’s old socks. A riding crop would have finished off the fantasy, but it seemed Harry had missed the reference when he’d expressed his desire for one. Which was strange, because Severus was certain that had been their last conversation, the one that made Harry finally twig.
They had been in Diagon Alley, window shopping, when he’d pointed to a beautiful studded collar in the pet shop. He distinctly remembered adopting that wistful tone he’d been practicing and telling Harry that he yearned for Harry to take a collar like that and fasten it around someone he loved. Then he had spied the riding crop and whimpered – which he hadn’t had to practice at all, as it had been so sleek and shiny that he had no trouble imagining the red marks it would make.
Well, perhaps Harry needed to take things gradually. Not so Severus, his balls were aching just thinking of being fucked with Mr Sleek and Shiny.
Severus wrapped a hand around his cock and thrust into it. Merlin but he was close. He was just about to kiss goodbye to the clean surface of the mirror, when he heard the sound of the front door. Thanking fuck for large favours, he gave his cock one last tug ... and then because he also liked that so much, another tug, then ...
“Severus?” called Harry from the sitting room. “I have something for you.”
Well, Severus had something for Harry, too, and it was heading out of the bedroom with a good eight-inch lead. Pausing with his hand on the door handle, he did an ineffectual job at composing himself and then clicked the latch. He dropped to the floor onto his knees and swung the door open to greet Harry, only to be bowled over onto his back when a great hairy thing jumped into his arms.
“Woof!” said the great hairy thing.
“Happy birthday, Severus,” said Harry.
Severus, however, didn’t say anything; he was designing a diagram for Harry, complete with stick figures.