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Jealous Proposal	By : CodyMThomas Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 29642 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 11
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 10
- 11
- 12
Chapter 11 warnings: AU, Minor2, language, Full Sadism/Masochism Scene (pain equaling Pleasure), Spanking, Switching, Flogging, Whipping, Vampire Gloves, Foot Play, Blood Play, Sensation Play, Sensory Deprivation, Power Exchange, Bondage, Hand Job, Blow Job, Rimming, Anal, Sounding, Chastity Devices, Cock and Ball Torment.

A/N: Happy Birthday to me! (Today, January 7th) As my gift to you I have written an entire chapter of... well mostly kink as you can see by the warnings, but sex happens too, so... things to make you smile and get a happy feeling in your pants. Because I love all of you.

I know this is not everyone's cup of tea, so I'd rather you skip it if it isn't your thing, than to read it and have you flame me for something that happens to be a very positive and personal part of my life.

That said, just to reiterate, Harry is a legal adult in the place where he lives, and is a fully willing and eagerly participating member in this scene, (which will quickly become apparent). In fact if you remember the end of the last chapter, he actually suggests the rougher play to begin with.

While I know this might seem pretty intense, especially to people who have never seen a good Dominant or Sadist at work, trust me, this is not torture or punishment in any way. I would let you know it if it was. In fact as far as my true hardcore scenes go, this is rather on the lower side of middle ground for me. (And yes that does indicate a much harder chapter in the future for this story.) A lot of spanking scenes I've read around here tend to end after just a few strokes. This one definitely will not. This whole chapter is directly based on play I have either personally witnessed or participated in myself, using only implements I have personally seen. (I am a sucker for realism.) This is a full BDSM scene, and if you can't handle it, feel free to skip this chapter since almost nothing plot wise will be happening in it.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Chapter 11: Kiss of the Whip

He was laying comfortably over Severus' lap on the couch, and the sharp thudding sting of the wooden hairbrush was falling over and over across his bum with his jeans and smalls pulled down to his knees and his shirt pulled halfway up his back. It felt really good, and Harry ground his hips down, trying to get friction, to get Severus to strike harder, something to let him let go- it wasn't working. The hairbrush was just not going to be enough to do it tonight.

"Sev-" A sharp tug on his hair silenced his words and he followed the hand's silent instruction and sat up then straddled Severus' hips, no matter how tight that pulled the denim across his legs.

"As eager as you were, you don't seem very responsive. You haven't even begun to try and relax or let go, any particular reason?"

"Sorry. I don't know what's wrong. My body's here but my mind hasn't quite caught the clue yet."

Severus tilted Harry's chin up before kissing him.

"The only thing you have to be when you are here is yourself, My Harry. The rest of the world wants 'Harry Potter', but I just want you. So send the Heroic Golden Gryffindor away, or do you want me to MAKE him go away?"

Harry nodded and leaned forward to rest his head on Severus' shoulder. "I know, I'm sorry. He's not listening to me. Please make the annoying hero boy go away, he's distracting me."

"Well then let's see if I can get your attention. Kiss me Harry, and don't stop until I tell you to."

'Easy' he thought as Severus banished the jeans and smalls, and pulled the teen's shirt over his head, leaving him naked while Severus remained fully dressed. Harry accepted the silent change of dynamic and began kissing with gusto. Harry loved kissing Severus, loved licking and sucking and nipping those lips that let out that smooth as sin voice. Loved touching and tasting and adoring the manipulative tongue that formed such eloquent insults and sharp wits, and lies so intricate he doubted anyone but Severus could fully unravel them. He teased his lover's mouth with his tongue, trapped and sucked on Severus's tongue when it boldly slid into his own, then teased the tip of it with tiny licks. Harry couldn't help but grind against his snarky portions master when the man cupped his arse in those lovely hands and squeezed.

Harry continued, getting eager responses from his lover and getting rather aroused from all the positive attention. Severus was definitely getting his attention all right. And just when he was trying to get to Severus' bottom lip so he could suck on it, he was forced to gasp, cry out, and moan as a set of steel tips worked teasingly down his back and the other hand stroked through his hair. Oh Merlin, the claw tipped vampire gloves, he was in SO much trouble. "Ssss-Sev..."

"Kissing, Harry. Don't make me remind you again."

Harry threw himself into the kiss, trying to keep his composure as the cold claw tips dragged lightly across his back, and then the prickly bite of the tiny metal 'teeth' in the fingers and palm scratched him gently, teasingly, and made him arch, before being soothed by the soft leather on the backs of Severus' fingers and hands. Merlin above he loved those gloves. It was only seconds before the tickling, scratching sensation was back, starting from his shoulders and moving all the way down his back and thighs, the cool claw tips following in their wake, before Severus gripped his arse firmly and lifted, letting the tips of those claws trail into his cleft, tease his entrance, and one even trail down his perineum to his sac. Harry shuddered, most of him wanting to be very VERY good for Severus and keep those touches light and teasing, or maybe even intense and pleading, but the rest of him was hell bent on being an absolute minx, taking Severus up on that threat and getting his snarky potions master to remind him again exactly why they are called vampire gloves.

Their kiss intensified and so did the pressure, until it was light to solid scratching up and down his back, neck, sides, stomach, and arms that felt just SO good to Harry he wanted to beg for more, and did so with tiny whimpering licks to the roof of Severus' mouth. Every time the claws or leather came into play Harry couldn't hold still, he wiggled and moaned and began grinding himself against Severus' stomach.

The minx momentarily won him over when those claws trailed over his bum and down his thighs. He wound his fingers into Severus' hair, pulled him forcefully against him, bit Severus' bottom lip possessively, and ground hard into the man he was straddling, pretending for just a moment that he was trying to get dominant. The claws down his back got forceful and the double palm slap to his arse cheeks was NOT playful. It bit and stung hard and Harry cried out as there was immediately another double smack, this time to the backs of his thighs. He released Severus' hair, and suckled the lip he'd bitten gently in apology. The Potion master's hand wound into the green eyed boy's hair, pulled him back and then tilted his head up to make him meet his eyes. "Still feel like trying to be a brat?"

Harry smirked. "Honestly? It's a split decision."

Snape quirked a brow and deliberately trailed one hand down between them slowly and wrapped one gloved hand around Harry's cock. "How about now?"

"Seventy-thirty."

"In favor of?"

"I have no clue."

The metal tacks pricked him as Severus strengthened his grip and then began slowly working his hand up and down the sensitive shaft of Harry's cock. It was a novel sensation to feel the scratches there of all places, yet they weren't on the skin, since that was moving with Severus' hand. They were under it, on the sensitive, nerve lined tissues, being dragged up and down and then oh god, twisted along with the movement of Severus' wrist. Harry screamed, partially from the over stimulation but mostly because Severus was making him lose his bloody mind.

"Aren't you supposed to be doing something Harry?" The sadist purred right as the tip of one of those short, sharp claws from Severus' free hand curled into Harry's slit and pressed firmly, making Harry cry out again and whimper, caught halfway between wanting to thrust, and knowing it REALLY wasn't a good idea to move at all right then as he held tightly to his lover's shoulders for balance.

"I'll be good! Oh god, Severus I will be so SO good I promise."

"That's nice, but not what I meant." Five curled claw tips were suddenly right under the head of his cock, and they tightened and pulled up just as the hand Severus still had wrapped around his cock pulled down. Harry saw white and knew he screamed, but that also didn't stop him from beginning to hump that glove as hard as he could, and diving desperately for Severus' mouth, longing to kiss and taste and thank the dark bastard for being so deliciously kinky and wicked, and only belatedly realizing that the man hadn't told him to stop kissing.

The claws left his crotch and returned to his back. One hand teased the sensitive part of his neck, and the other was kneading Harry's ass. Pleasure and pain and Severus's sensual tongue, Harry was nearly incoherent on sensation alone. The next moment Severus had pushed his legs off the couch and was guiding Harry's head down between his legs. "Kiss something else for awhile." The claws ran up the back of his head and Harry eagerly knelt and unbuttoned Severus' trousers to get at that luscious cock as fast as possible. The dark haired man only let his nubile lover continue until he was hard and the boy was panting in want. "Enough. Stand up, hands on the couch."

Harry eagerly obeyed and even spread his legs a bit, hopeful. Severus stood beside him and angled one knee under Harry's hips for support. The green eyed young man barely had a moment to take a breath before he was being held in place and four sharp, open handed blows landed on each ass cheek in quick succession, as the vampire gloves lived up to their name and bit into his flesh. The only thing that kept him from lurching forward and completely losing his balance was his lover's leg holding him up as he cried out. "Breathe." Came the firm command, and Harry took several gulping breaths. Two more blows hit each cheek and Harry hissed loudly from the sting.

"Very nice, my Harry, absolutely lovely coloring." Then Snape's leg was gone and the next thing he felt was those gloves trailing down teasingly on his hips before he felt Severus' tongue licking the marks he'd just left. Harry shivered and moaned and he swore he could feel the snarky bat smirking at him right before he bit and sucked sharply on the abused and over sensitized flesh that had probably started bleeding just a bit. Oh yeah, he was definitely going to be feeling this tomorrow. Then those wicked hands were spreading his cheeks wide and Severus started tonguing him, all up and down his perineum, along his balls, and swirling teasingly around his hole, before beginning to probe just a bit.

"Oh please oh please oh please please PLEASE! Fill me, please fill me!"

"As you wish." And with that the Potions' master slid a tiny, curved, well lubed butt plug straight into the desperate teen and left it there without moving it. Harry growled in frustration but bit back his retorts, they would only get him in trouble, and NOT fucking Severus when he was so desperate to get that very thing would not be good for his mental health. "Did you say something Harry?"

"I said thank you, Sir." he ground out, and they both knew he was lying. Harry couldn't see it but Snape was almost chuckling.

"To the corner. Hands on the middle bars, feet together." It took Harry a moment to obey, especially since when he stood up the plug pressed right against his prostate and every step made it move against it. He was panting anew by the time he reached the corner and did as instructed. "Count to six, My Harry."

"One-Aaaaah!" The long purpleheart paddle came down smartly on his ass, and slammed the plug harder inside him. "Fuck!"

"Don't lose count Harry or you'll have to lift higher and start over. Continue."

"Two-sssss, Three-aaaah! Fourrrrr, Five-fuck!, Sixsssssss!"

"Still want to be filled while we do this? I've barely finished warming you up."

"No. Please only fill me with your cock when you are ready to Sir."

"That's better." Severus moved behind and trailed the soft backs of the gloves over the reddened cheeks before slipping the plug out. Severus leaned over Harry's back and trailed the claws over chest and abs as he let his erection tease Harry's crease. "Still feel like being a brat?"

"No. I actually want to get laid tonight after we're done playing with the rough toys, or during if you want, either is good."

"Wonderful, then let's continue shall we?"

Harry smiled and nodded and actually blushed at the soft kiss Severus placed on his cheek.

Severus turned and got the thin willow switch and Harry's gasping breaths and colorful language soon returned as he struck thighs and ass indiscriminately over and over again with quick, sharp, medium strength blows that he held firm instead of loosely, which would have allowed the switch to move away from it's target once hit. When Harry finally broke down about five minutes later, Severus knew the bratty act was finally over and he dropped the switch and held his Beloved tightly while the boy cried in frustration for a minute and rubbed his sit spots. Now Harry would be able to let go of his expectations, he must have had a longer day in the role than normal.

Twenty minutes later, after a short break for water, care, and some more kissing, Harry was slightly bent at the hip, legs spread, his hands gripping the next higher set of bars set into the corner as he breathed harshly. He heard the crack almost at the same time the pain bloomed across his back. He arched and screamed and welcomed the pain and the release that came with it. He was SO glad he had talked Severus into the dragon tail whip when the man had just summoned the whole toy chest into the room. The snap, so much like a bullwhip, but better, the heavy rolled suede barely needing to touch him in order for the weight behind it to mark him in brilliant crimson and purple marks wherever it kissed his flesh. His back, shoulders, and ass were on fire, and Merlin above was he happy about it.

Severus was an artist with a whip of any sort. Again and again; snap, hiss, arch. Harry didn't know where the pain would bloom from next, he had lost track of the count long ago, but he didn't care. He wondered how much he could take, how far would Severus push him this time.

"Lower yourself." Came the order and Harry stepped up on the short blocks next to his ankles and lowered his chest to the stool that appeared below him before grabbing a hold of the low set of bars. "Thank you." Came Severus' voice and Harry relaxed.

Snap, scream, raise up onto the tips of his toes trying to process the pain as the dragon tail snapped up between his legs striking the inner part of his thigh, the tip stinging his sac and underside of his cock. "Ahhh! FUCK!"

"Breathe. Call?"

"Processing Sir." He gasped as his vision swam and he tried to obey and breathe through the pain.

"Alright to continue?"

"Yes Sir."

Again and again between his legs and once right across the crease of his left thigh, striking a spot that had been thoroughly switched earlier when he was being stupid. Harry wiggled and moaned and screamed as the lashes snapped and flicked and fell. The dragon tail was merciless, and what was worse was that he knew Severus wouldn't just stay with the heavy whip. The man was infamous for switching things up just to take him off guard. The pain of another flick right across his bum had barely registered before Harry's eyes flew open wide.

Suddenly the rain of heavy cracks had ended and Harry had to try and stay still for an entirely different reason as the sensation flogger struck across his backside. The tails were alternately made of braided strips of silk, frayed soft synthetic rope fibers, strips of rabbit pelt, thin tails of suede, heavy strips of hard leather, and tiny brass chains, for a pleasure/pain/tickling/stinging/ combination effect that had driven Harry out of his skull on more than one occasion.

"Shit." He swore.

"Rise up and reach above you." came the Potions Master's voice and he obeyed.

Harry had to focus to reach the bar above his head and grab on with both hands. Severus had shown him why he liked this position so much, how he could admire the muscles stretching across Harry's back with every blow, how he could admire his handiwork as he continued to paint his canvas.

His back and shoulders were the targets of the flogger this time, occasional blows striking his thighs and calves, the multiple sensations making it almost impossible to process the strokes and reducing him to a shivering, moaning, nearly sobbing wreck. He could handle the pain, it was when things drifted towards pleasure like this that he always started to lose it, because it always reminded him that Severus was able to read him like a fucking book. He was always supposed to be so strong for everyone else, so Severus had taken it upon himself to make sure that for Severus, Harry only had to do one thing. Be weak, be human, be vulnerable enough to let all of those expectations go and allow his lover to handle the fallout.

That was the easiest and hardest thing for Harry, to be vulnerable, weak, helpless, useless in his own eyes even though Severus had told him several times that the only way to be truly strong is to admit that you are weak and human, with all the flaws and feelings that everyone else has. Convincing yourself, or having other people assume that you were an untouchable god is what created people like Voldemort and Grindelwald, and Dumbledore, because you could have all the knowledge and talent in the world, but until others recognized it, believed in it, followed it, and looked to you in either fear or respect, you would never have power. That's why Severus always made him let go of the 'Harry Potter' persona, to keep things in perspective for Harry. Harry had never wanted to be powerful or influential, he wanted to be Harry and nobody else, and Severus had no issue with making sure Harry got his wish.

"What are you?"

"A Gryffindor?"

"Whose are you?"

"Yours, but I don't think in the way you want me to be yet."

"Turn to face me."

Harry stepped down and turned, hands never leaving the bar, before he made eye contact and Severus smirked. Nope, he wasn't in the head space Severus wanted him in yet, but they were going to start playing harder, he could see it in his eyes. Harry shivered in anticipation. The sadist in Severus loved to see Harry break down and release whatever he was holding onto, and the masochist in Harry loved being forced to let go and obey and break down the barriers he put up until he became exactly what he was supposed to be for his snarky lover.

"Head back."

Harry obeyed and the black heavy suede flogger began it's assault back and forth across his chest, abs, thighs, and cock, wrapping around his ribs, everything interspersed with the sensation flogger every few random strokes. There was no part of his body except his face and forearms that was safe from the stinging flails. The green eyed youth grit his teeth as the lashes fell and his muscles tightened and jerked, trying to escape the blows even as he bade them to welcome more. The sensation flogger was overtaking his senses fast as it struck over his pecs and abs, the suede immediately striking between his legs when the other retreated. He couldn't hear anything but the sound of his cries and moans.

"Color?"

It took Harry a moment to remember what colors were... "Green Sir." He finally replied, letting Severus know he was willing to continue.

"Perfect. Arms behind your back."

Harry swayed a bit when he let go of the bar, but his lover was there to steady him. He tried to grab his elbows, but that wasn't what Severus wanted. He took Harry's wrists and guided them down so his wrists were touching, then began easing them into a soft leather sheath that slowly inched up his arms pulling them closer together... oh fuck, an arm binder. Was Severus going to put him in Strappado?

The leather cinched tighter all the way up to his biceps before locking into place with a simple harness that went over his shoulders and around his chest. He felt the D ring near the tip of the glove tighten down to the ground with a chain. He stood wider apart, whatever Severus wanted next would require balance most likely. Harry felt the soft padded sling come around his waist, then up under his armpits before the ends passed in front of him and made their way up until they secured themselves to the suspension rigging above their heads. Oh good, he wouldn't have to worry about falling. A moment later, the world went dark and muffled as the leather hood slipped over his head, and the ear and eye pieces tightened in place before a leather gag with a small penis bit was pushed into his mouth. He suckled the cock head shape, pretending, wishing it was Severus instead.

He could no longer see the toys being used on him, couldn't register if the coming strokes would be pleasure or pain or both. He felt Severus' hand on his thigh, urging it outward into a better position for the potions master to strike, and he obeyed. Harry couldn't mistake the blow as anything but the willow switch. It was sharp, thin, stinging, directly on the inside of his thigh. He jerked but kept his leg where Severus wanted it, then the damn thing sped up with a tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-TAP and Harry was whimpering and jerking and unsuccessfully swearing because the strokes were lighter but all in the same spot, and SHIT that stung. The same pattern was repeated on the other leg, and then four quick taps to his sac and the ones aimed at the base of his cock that Severus was holding up to his navel had him jumping and trying to move away.

Severus' response was to grab his hair and ease him back until he was leaning backwards. The sling adjusted and got wider to support him better, the chains pulled down tighter to the floor, and Harry, bent back at about a 45 degree angle, literally could not stand up straight on his own. A head support appeared for him on the sling and Harry resigned himself to his fate.

Harry's cock has been standing at attention since Severus had rimmed him and he knew the sinfully wicked man was well aware of it. Especially since the first thing that happened now that Harry was mostly immobile, was Severus taking hold of his cock, and licking the underside he'd just switched back and forth teasingly until Harry keened in need, then tried very VERY hard NOT to buck as he felt cool metal at his tip. The rounded, angled tip of the sound slid inside his slit and back out before coming back just a bit deeper. Harry's hips bucked without his consent and the sound slid another inch inside him and he wailed and moaned with the feeling of being penetrated and then having it removed again. Severus' mouth returned to his shaft and balls and Harry moaned so happily as the man started tonguing his balls and sucking them firmly.

A moment later one of the ear pads moved aside and his lover's sinfully wicked tongue trailed across the shell of his ear.

"This pretty little cock belongs to me, I'm not going to allow anyone else to touch it. YOU belong to me, don't you, My Harry?" Severus purred into his ear and Harry nodded enthusiastically. "There is no part of you I will leave untouched, unpenetrated, unbound to me. I want all of you, My Harry, every last bit, and I'm not going to stop until I get it. Once I have you I will NEVER let you go, because what I claim, I keep." Harry moaned and thrust up into Severus' wonderfully skilled hand, wishing he could beg, wanting to tell Severus exactly how willing he was to be kept forever. Oh gods he wanted that so SO much. "I'm going to fuck this pretty little cock, My Harry, and if you are good for me and take it all the way down, I'll let you wear the cock cage with the sound all day tomorrow, so there won't be a single moment you don't feel, and know, and remember exactly who has laid that claim on you."

The ear pad was replaced and Harry was again left in the dark near silence where his sense of feeling seemed to be heightened ten fold. He felt his slit being teased by the tip of the sound, and then it was easing it's way inside of him, fucking his cock, penetrating him so intimately in a way that only Severus had ever dared to do... He wanted to cry out every time the rod slid back up towards his tip, he wanted to beg for its return, swearing he'd be good, that he would take it all the way down, to please push it back in, give him more, fill him, claim him, PLEASE...

It slid in, further and further, past the base of his cock, deeper inside of him until he was nearly sobbing and gasping as his blessed torment refused to end. Then he felt it, his cock head pressing firmly against something flat and wider, the end of the sound. He'd done it, he had taken it all... Four small chains and a small rubber glans ring quickly moved over his cock head and fit snug behind it, effectively locking it into place. Severus' hand gripped his shaft and stroked him slowly, making sure Harry felt exactly how deep his lover had penetrated him, and making the sound thrust in and out with the little bit of leeway it was afforded, but still more than enough to stimulate Harry. The green eyed hero was almost sobbing in joy and relief, knowing that the strokes were also a way of Severus laying claim to him.

A moment later the switch returned to the tops of his thighs, and quick stinging taps made their way up to his stomach and then his chest. Severus seemed to take extra delight in tormenting his nipples, first by switching them, then licking them gently only to pinch and bite at them a moment later before starting all over again. All of the blows were light but repetitive, which was far worse to him than if they had been hard, because the sensation lasted a lot longer. The heavy suede flogger was next and it too worked over his entire front, and this time its extra attention was given back and forth to his stuffed cock with a few swats coming up from underneath. Harry relaxed into this whip, it was one of his favorites. The solid thud, the distribution of weight and the deep impact that didn't hurt or tickle as it pounded into him in sure, even strokes. He could feel himself finally letting go and giving himself over to Severus, the weight seeming to leave his shoulders, the noise of the day stopping its buzzing around his brain and fading away to unimportance as he felt the flogger stop, and felt Severus touch him.

The gloves were back. No light teases this time; sure, confident strokes raked down his chest and abs and legs, sought out his ticklish spots and grabbed on hard, grabbed at his pecs and landed firmly on the tops of his thighs, pinched his nipples, and even taunted his ball sac without impunity. Severus' weight pressed against him and held him close as he began licking, sucking and biting Harry's nipples as those wicked hands worked his back, grabbed his ass and landed a few more swats on the backs of his thighs and globes of his ass. His whole body became one huge electrified nerve and Harry could do nothing but wiggle and buck in his binds and suck and bite at the cock head gag in his mouth relentlessly, helplessly, longingly.

A sling was placed around his lower waist, and padded suspension cuffs appeared around his thighs, knees, and ankles. The next thing he knows he's suspended off the ground entirely and those gloves are working their way down his legs and grabbing at his calves, followed by Severus's lips, mouth, and tongue. There's the feeling of magic on his feet before he feels the claws drag up his soles, and a moment later, Severus is kissing the tops of his foot, then his tongue licks up the bottom before darting in between Harry's toes and nipping playfully at the tips. The potions master then methodically sucks at each toe one by one before tonguing them again at the crease. One by one that wicked tongue draws the three middle toes into his mouth for a long deep suck. A tender tongue lashes at the pads of his toes again and again before there's a gentle nip to the ball of his foot.

The nips, licks and nibbles continue all over, and when Severus is done with one foot he moves to the other. Harry is nearly shaking with the effort to remain mostly still and not kick because even though it feels great-fantastic-oh-my-GODS-do-that-again-PLEASE!, Severus' hair trailing over the tops of his feet tickles like crazy and the man is well aware he's doing it with the back and forth motion of the head that's trailing from the tops of his toes then up to his ankles over and over again.

He knows he's keening and pleading even with the gag in his mouth. He want's so much more, he'd do anything, anything as long as the man continues. It's not a moment later that he gets his wish. The Potions Master eases Harry's legs open and steps into the space he's made. The ball gag disappears and is immediately replaced by Severus' tongue, and a deep, penetrating kiss that has him lightheaded. The only thing Harry can do, bound, blind, trussed and stuffed as he is, is to kiss the deliciously wicked man back and try to arch his hips towards his lover, no matter how little he can move. His lover teases him, smacking Harry's cock with his own a few times and nudging the head under Harry's balls, before traveling lower and lower, until he's tapping Harry's hole and Harry doesn't know what he's saying he's so out of his head with sensation and pleasure, but he knows that he's talking, and he must have said something right because suddenly Severus is pressing into him and there isn't a spot on him that doesn't feel absolutely Claimed, possessed, and owned.

Severus of course has no problem understanding his beautiful minx's cries. "Severus! Oh please, oh PLEASE! Do anything, take anything, oh please, anything you want I swear! It's yours, I'm yours, make your claim! Take me, fuck me, use me! Anything! Please Please PLEASE!" How could he deny such pretty pleadings? He doubted Harry even realized that he'd also removed the hood since his green eyes are closed so tightly, but he grabs his beautiful young love, pulls him closer and whispers in his ear as he slides home into the warm, welcoming heat of his lovers body. "You're Mine, Beloved, and I am most definitely yours." Their rhythm is deep and sure, Harry so eager and offering, and Snape almost compelled to lay claim and take all that is given as he thrusts into Harry again and again and again, loving the feel of that hot warm cavern welcoming and swallowing him whole. He doesn't know how long he lasts, could be ten minutes or well over an hour before he feels the tenseness right before he starts pounding their bodies together harder, Harry's cock trapped between their stomachs, simultaneously being stuffed and fucked even further with their movements, and then Severus holds as deep as he can and cums hard, refusing to let go of Harry's hips until the last tremor has stopped running through his body. He releases the ring around Harry's glans and finds that Harry had already cum anyway despite the restriction, though his cock does give a few spurts from whatever is left as he eases the Van Buren out of his lover and banishes it and the vampire gloves to the rest of the pile of toys he's used tonight, that Dobby is even now discreetly cleaning with thorough care and attention.

Severus releases Harry's arms and summons a warm, thick blanket before extracting Harry from the sling. Harry is all but boneless in his arms as he wraps the blanket securely around the green eyed young man and picks him up into his arms and takes them into what he has already started thinking of as 'their' bedroom even though Harry doesn't live with him yet. As usual Harry is extremely cuddly after the rougher play and wraps himself bodily around Severus as much as he can. Severus even banishes his clothing just so Harry can feel him better. The teen's head rests on his chest, listening to the rhythmic beating of his heart while Severus plays with his hair. The comfortable silence lasts a good 20 minutes before Harry stirs and begins peppering his chest with kisses and kittenish licks.

"Feeling better?" He asks and Harry nods. "Thank you." The green eyed young man murmurs, and curls tighter around his living body pillow. Severus summons a glass of water and Harry eagerly drinks it dry. A few minutes later Severus stirs and starts examining Harry's marks, making sure none of them would be visible while clothed, and to heal the ones that were bleeding slightly. Severus' handiwork covers the delectable body in varying shades of pink and red and deep welted shades of purple. Welts and scratches overlapped each other indiscriminately, their intersections always a deeper color than the rest, and he knew in a few hours that some of them would darken even further.

Anyone who saw Harry right then without knowing the story would probably think he was being abused, unaware of how much Harry enjoyed losing so much control like this, and craved the insistent kiss of the whip even though they rarely indulged. Severus tried to limit himself even though he enjoyed the rough play immensely. He had seen less power than this drive some people absolutely mad. Severus was well aware of his weakness and desire for power, and knew that power like this, over another person's life under his protection and control could be abused and mistreated so very easily. It would be all too easy for him to grow addicted to the heady feeling of having someone like Harry at his absolute mercy, so he limited temptation. He knew just how easy it was to absolutely destroy someone with the amount of power Harry had intrusted him with, which was something he was going to avoid at all costs. Harry was precious to him, and there was nothing in this world that would ever make him harm him.

There was a thin stripe of blood along a mark on Harry's thigh and he drew out his wand to heal it.

"Sev'rus?" came the sleepy murmur from the face half buried in pillows.

"Yes?"

"Unless they need stitches, or are too visible, they're mine. Heal those marks and I'll kill you."

Severus smiled slightly, pulled from his darker thoughts immediately as he was reminded that Harry was not a mindless slave, he wasn't even a submissive, and needed far less protection than Severus had originally thought. Harry would never let Severus abuse him, the young man just wouldn't stand for it. Harry's surrender of power was a true gift, one that he would have no trouble immediately reclaiming by standing up and saying 'no', or retaliating if he truly felt that he was was being hurt, mistreated, or taken advantage of in any way. He submitted only because he wanted to.

"Hey! Cuddle time is not over. If you are up there just so you can be self-deprecatingly angsty I'll turn you over my own knee and take the crop to you. I'm not bleeding to death and you didn't damage me so stop fussing and get back here, you are wrecking my afterglow."

Severus reached out and grabbed one ass cheek firmly, fingers digging harshly into the welts. "I am merely admiring my work, the fine shape of your nubile arse, and debating on whether I have the strength to give it another go tonight Mr. Potter."

"Oh, well, that's alright then. I'm probably good for another go after some food and a wipe down at the very least. And seriously, don't heal them, I like them."

"You will be aching for days then itching from the scabs and you know it."

"Worth it. Think Dobby is done cleaning up yet?"

"Does it matter?"

"No. Hey Dobby! Towels and a snack tray please!" A large platter with a pile of hot, steaming towels, a pitcher of water, a fruit assortment and strawberry yogurt, fresh veggies with ranch dip, crackers, deli meats, olives, pickles, and cheeses appeared on the small table nearby. Harry wasted no time getting up still wrapped in his aftercare blanket and tugging Severus over to it. They quickly cleaned their hands and faces and wiped each other down before he sat Severus in a chair and curled up on the man's lap. Harry picked up a chunk of pineapple and popped it into Severus' mouth. Severus did the same to him with an apple slice, and they continued feeding each other bit by bit until both were full and content.

Harry's body was almost completely down from the endorphins, but he was still smiling happily, and probably would be for the next few days. He mentioned they should get a shower and the next thing he knew Severus had whisked him up and into the in suite and warm water was running and the sprayer turned on low. The liquid soap was mild and Severus' hands were deliciously sensual over his skin, even over the more tender spots. The marks on his back were probably worse than the ones on his front, but oh the ones on the front were nice. He already knew he'd have a hard time leaving a particularly vibrant one on his left pec alone, it was too easy to reach discreetly. Even his cock had that delicious ache of being thoroughly worked over both from the gloves and the sounding wand. Once he was clean he turned to Severus and reverently worshiped the man's skin and muscles with lips and tongue before following the trail with the soap. The kissing wasn't far behind and before Severus knew it he was seated on the tile ledge and Harry was between his legs and giving him a blowjob he wouldn't soon forget.

Severus used a spray bottle filled with alcohol to mist over the worse spots once Harry was dry, before letting him put on his robe. They curled up on the sofa in front of the fire with cups of tea, and Severus handed Harry a large stack of letters.

"What's this?"

"Replies from my family towards our inquiry for assistance with the wedding. I thought you might like to look them over and see if any of them appeal to you. Just make sure to keep them hidden and return them when you are done."

"Any of them that you like?"

"I didn't read through them, I haven't had the time. Whoever is willing to do what you suggest or to honestly help, and not just take over is good enough for me."

"Got it. Did you talk to Luna?"

"Her suggestions are good, and I like the fact she would be willing to hold onto the story as long as we want her to. I think we should take her up on the offer. Maybe we can avoid getting the public into a frenzy for quite awhile."

"Have you gotten a reply from Lady Aurora yet?"

"No, but I should be hearing from her shortly. It wouldn't surprise me in the least if she decided to have it during Christmas just so she doesn't have to see me more than once in the span of three months."

"Since money is what impresses her we'll make you look so dashing she won't even recognize you. We'll pull out all the stops, I'll even wear my hair slicked back a bit to show off my scar, use the infamy to my advantage for once. I'm going to show you off like a trophy Mr. Snape, and I expect you to do the same with me. We are both going to behave like we've got the best catch in the world on our arms, and anyone who could possibly even think otherwise is certifiably mad."

Severus genuinely smiled and pulled Harry closer to him. "It will definitely not be an act for me. But for you I'm even willing to act like a completely besotted love sick fool in front of them. I might even make you dance with me. Repeatedly."

Harry felt himself go pale. "Uh Severus, I'm seriously pants at dancing. I'm about as graceful as an elephant."

"Nonsense. I have intimate knowledge of your movement capabilities Mr. Potter, you would be fantastic at it. Here, I'll show you. Stand up."

"Severus really I-"

"Three years ago at the Yule Ball, you barely had any time to truly learn, and I also think you had no desire to. You were also forced to lead the dance and be the first one out on the floor. That sort of thing will make anyone nervous. Now hand on my shoulder, take my hand, and we are just going to move side to side. The direction we go, take the foot that is following your body's movement and cross it behind the foot that leads as you turn your hip out to the side a bit and end with your weight on that foot. Now come back with the opposite foot. Back and forth, back and forth. Nothing fancy, just back and forth. See you're dancing. Now, basic waltz, your feet won't cross each other so tenet vinculum reflexio, and our feet are connected to the one in front of it. When you feel the tug move with it, when you feel a push, move that foot back. Forward, side, together, now backward, side, together. Again. And Again. Now we will just keep doing that. Finite incantantum. See Mr. Potter, you are dancing the waltz with me."

"It's much easier when you're the one leading it."

"Then that is how I shall teach you. Who knows, you might decide you like dancing so much that I will finally have someone to dance with at these gatherings so I am not hounded by chatty old women, or women of lesser parentage trying to move up a few ranks on the family ladder by trying to marry me. Despite who my father was, my mother was one of the highest ranked women in our family, and a direct descendant of the family founder. I do believe one of the reasons that Lady Nicolette despises me so much is she doesn't think I am living up to such a heritage." He spun Harry gently before drawing him close again.

"Starting tomorrow, we will meet everyday in the Room of Requirement for at least two hours. I will teach you Dancing, Etiquette, Dueling, and Formal Table Manners. They will be expecting you to know, and they might expect us as early as Christmas, so I'm afraid you will just have to start behaving in my class, delegate many of your duties with the W.D.M.L. to your co-conspirators who have more time on their hands, and schedule your quidditch practices for either VERY early in the afternoon or sometime after dinner."

"And still find time to study and do all my homework. Is there any chance I could bribe you with blowjobs to lessen the 7th year workload?"

"Not if you want to be prepared for your Potions N.E.W.T."

"Damn. Okay, if you want me to behave, could you tone down the level of classroom hostility by at least two notches then? It's far easier for me to concentrate when you don't have that growly or sarcastic undertone to your voice. Trying to measure and accurately prepare things isn't easy when you've got your 'wicked tone' going and I've got a stiffy in my shorts from remembering all the things that voice has gotten me to do on a regular basis that has nothing at all to do with Potions."

"Very well. Although I make no promises if someone is truly deserving."

"Agreed."

"And now Mr. Potter, I am afraid it's rather late and there is class tomorrow."

"I'm aware of that, but you are also up for another round it seems."

"Merely the physical manifestation of having a nubile young man I am attracted to moving against me, I assure you. Besides, I will see you tomorrow night."

"Spoilsport." Harry complained as they stopped the slow dancing and he pulled the man closer until they were just standing there, holding each other, when a suspicious thought ran through his head. "You're not going to make me dress up for these lessons are you?"

"It's traditional. Bring dress robes and clothes you can move easily in. I will supply the rest."

"Bastard. I knew there was a catch."

"I'll be dressed up as well if it's any consolation."

Harry pictured the man in the black robes with the slight sheen to them, and the high mandarin collar, the long, fitted cuffs going nearly halfway up his forearms with a row of small silver buttons. silver thread embroidery detailing accents here and there and a pleat in the back that revealed a peak of green when he moved... Harry was nearly drooling... "That could be an adequate compensation..."

"Before you go, I am a man of my word." A whispered summoning charm then a simple tug of the belt and the robe fell open and Severus slid it off of Harry's shoulders. The young man didn't resist and just let it fall to the floor. Severus' hand wasted no time in reaching out and palming the still sensitive organ of Harry's cock. He placed the hollow stainless steel sheath over the young mans cock until the head was pressed firmly against the cage style confine at the top. Around the base of Harry's cock and balls he place a hinged cock ring and pressed the ends of the cock ring together before sliding them into the notch at the top of the chastity device and locking it into place with a small padlock. Harry would not be able to touch anything but his balls or to get a true erection until Severus let him out. Finally he tilted Harry's sheathed cock up and took the small four and a half inch sound that he would slide in. Harry gasped and couldn't look away from Severus's face as the man lined it up and made eye contact as he slowly, so very slowly, slid the sound deep into Harry. "Your well earned proof that you are mine." The sound screwed into place, and effectively made Harry shiver in delight from head to toe. "Sleep well and remember to stay hydrated tomorrow." Harry shivered again.

He'd have to unscrew the sound and remove it every time he had to use the bathroom, and then re-penetrate himself with it again when he was done. Wicked Man... Harry swore to himself that he was going to drink as many fluids as possible tomorrow, and to remember to carry a small tube of lube... and oh fuck he had Quidditch practice too... he was going to be on the edge all day!

"I'll be begging for your touch and for you to let me cum by the time I show up tomorrow..."

"And I won't let you, My Harry. You're going to be on time and pay complete attention to the lessons and if you do well, then as your reward you will get to cum at the end of the night, right before I lock you back into your cage. Each night, every night, I will fuck you, and how well you did on your lessons, ALL of your lessons, will determine if you get to cum, or if you get to have that tight sheath squeeze you as you aren't even allowed to get hard, as I take my pleasure from your body but leave you riled and frustrated, even though you are fulfilled and your balls milked dry. How long do you think you can last? A week? Two? Or shall we try all the way until Christmas? A fitting gift, don't you think? Unwrapping that pretty cock of yours."

Harry whimpered as those sinful words began taking their effect and he started getting hard, only to have the sheath constrict him, keeping him from growing hard. "O-one week at a time. I don't know how much of this I can stand, it's intense."

A wave of Severus' wand and Harry was dressed again, the fabric was a sharp reminder of his evening's activities, and the chastity device made his denims feel a bit too small. He would truly not be able to stop thinking, feeling, and remembering this night for quite awhile.

He pulled Severus into a deep hard kiss, and just to torment himself further, ground a bit against Severus' thigh while their tongues dueled and danced and Severus hand gripped his still smarting bottom. Harry broke away first and took a few panting breaths before kissing Snape chastely, gathering his invisibility cloak and disappearing beneath it. He was on his way out when he remembered something and smirked. "Hey Severus, catch!" A brief flash of white and Severus instinctively caught the object. "Goodnight Love, sweet dreams." And the chamber doors seemed to open and immediately close of their own accord.

Severus looked down and smirked at the shredded briefs from under the chair that he'd completely forgotten about. Minx.

TBC

A/N: Well, Happy Birthday to me!

The chastity device Harry was locked into is this one. (remove all four spaces) NOT all images are work safe!

http:/ www .com/ The-Impaler-Tube-Locking-Male-Chastity-Device-FFF062 .htm
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