DRAGON KINKS - HEADS UP, INCOMING!
"Are you comfortable?"
Harry grunted, squirming a bit. Everything felt just about perfect: the ball gag was snug, the leather bindings just the right side of discomfort, his arse at the perfect angle for Severus to spank, his nipple clamps deliciously pinching, his garter belt stretching his fishnet stockings until his toes curled. He nodded.
"Right." Severus took up a quill and dipped it into ink. "I'll just pen a haiku on your left shoulder blade, then I'll bring out the whip and give you a few stripes." He pushed down Harry's bra strap. "Do you want the ribbed dildo tonight, or the extra-large one with spikes?"
Harry considered a moment and then ululated briefly.
"The extra-large one it is," Severus said. The quill scratched; Harry could almost imagine that he could read the words through his skin. "There," Severus said eventually, straightening. "'Golden showers weep,'" he read, "'over your mooning buttocks. Glory hole sex next.'"
Not the words Harry had thought he'd felt, but then Severus had always been the literal type. Harry wriggled, just a bit.
"All right, I'm coming," Severus snapped. He laid aside the quill. "Are you sure?" he asked, taking up the cat o'nine tails. "I'm more than happy to play the manipulative headmaster fucking a virgin student over his desk. Or perhaps the evil Death Eater torturing the helpless hero with abusive sex," he offered.
Harry scrunched his shoulders, and Severus put aside the whip. "Changing your mind again? All right," he said, loosening Harry's bindings and taking out the gag. "Which one tonight?"
"Ron," Harry decided. He rubbed the circulation back into his arms and legs. "And can you dress like Ginny?"
Severus sighed. "You're lucky your lover is a Potions Master. But I'm not getting any younger, whoever you want me to be. Your kinks are wearing me out, Potter."
"Just tonight," Harry pleaded. "Tomorrow night we can be as vanilla as you like."
"Right." Severus sighed. "You'll have to ride me like a stallion."
"As long as I get to ream you afterwards, I'm all right with that," Harry beamed. "Now drink your Polyjuice."