Uncompromising Corsetry

Severus slammed the heavy oak door behind him and muttered the strongest Silencing spell he could think of; the Potions conference had not gone well, and combined with the godforsaken state Al had left the living room in again, Severus planned to let rip and test the soundproofing charm to its limit.

“Potter!” he bellowed, cursing the boy and throwing his winter coat across the back of the sofa. Severus waited for the usual mumbled apology from the kitchen, but only the clanking of the water pipes answered. His temper building to a spectacular crescendo, Severus stalked through the quarters in search of his young lover.

“I know what you’re going to say,” Al mused, “but I got carried away and now I can’t get the damn thing off.”

Severus stood in the doorway to their bedroom, throat parched dry as he watched Al pose in front of the mirror.

The boy turned to admire one side and then the other, completing a half turn and peering over his shoulder, arching his back to observe the elasticity of the encasing fabric. Seemingly satisfied, he rested his hands on his hips and turned to face Severus.

“Well? Are you going to help me out of this so I can get on with the tidying?”

Severus sneered at him and swept forward, almost ruffling Al’s hair with the hurricane of his advance.

“You mean to say you did not plan for me to discover you so dressed?” he growled, spinning Al round by the shoulders to face the mirror.

Al steadied himself on the gilt edged frame and took as deep a breath as the corset allowed.

“No, actually. It was supposed to be a surprise for your birthday, I was just trying it on. The tightening charms worked a bit too well and I couldn’t counteract them. You’re lucky you didn’t find me passed out on the floor.”

Severus silently counted himself very lucky indeed; it wasn’t every day a man came home to find his delectable adolescent lover shoehorned into a green silk corset, the fabric beautifully taut across the fine muscle of his chest. Slowly running a hand over the flawless material, Severus mapped the indent of tapered waist and slipped his fingers beneath the hem.

“Gods, Al,” he groaned hoarsely, unable to stop stroking the rigid boning woven into the fabric. The luxurious silk slid beneath his palm as he traced a finger down the solid row of eyelets holding the front together.

“If you don’t like it, I can take it back,” Al said evenly, and Severus had to restrain himself from snarling at the stupidity of the comment. Moving closer, he seized Al’s constricted hips and trapped his erection between their bodies.

“Oh,” Al breathed, reaching back with one hand and sliding it around Severus’ neck, guiding him forward until their cheeks aligned. “You do like it. Did you know it has seven metres of steel boning?”

“I know how it feels,” Severus whispered, eliciting a chuckle.

“Seven inches is more than enough for – ow!”

Severus gave Al’s earlobe a vicious nibble before soothing it with his tongue. “You were saying?” he drawled, raising an eyebrow at Al’s reflection, face an indignant mask of mock outrage.

“Three meters of – oh – raw silk.”

Severus dropped his hand down to cup Al’s balls, warm and heavy and barely contained by the matching camisole knickers. Al’s head fell back onto his shoulder, face turned up to capture the thin lips already moving to meet him halfway.

“Look,” Severus urged, nose nudging Al’s cheek back towards the mirror, “look at the picture you make.”

Severus watched Al become mesmerized by the outline of his hand as it disappeared inside the knickers, fingers wrapping around the swollen shaft. A smear of precome darkened the fabric as he guided Al’s cock out from beneath the flimsy material, both men’s breath catching at the sight.

“Obscenely beautiful,” Severus murmured, feeling each ridge slide through his fist, his own cock straining for freedom, desperate to plunge into the hot, slick channel waiting between Al’s perfectly rounded buttocks.

“Fuck,” Al whined, “Want you in me.”

He released his grip on Severus’ neck and positioned his hands behind his back, fingers locating and unzipping the trouser fly. Severus hissed as they fell around his ankles, freeing his aching prick. Al grasped the feverish length and rubbed the head down the valley of his cleft, only the pathetic scrap of silk standing between Severus and his nirvana.

“Should I – the corset – do you need me to loosen it?” Severus grunted, speeding his strokes and swiping a thumb across the leaking slit, unable to look away from the sublime beauty of Al in pearlescent green silk reflected in the mirror, the perfect complement to the sparkling depths of his eyes. Al bit his lip and spread his legs further, pulling the knickers aside with a gentle tug.

“The corset is fine,” he said breathlessly, hips rolling backwards in invitation.

“Good,” Severus growled, “then brace your hands either side of the mirror.”

Al obeyed quickly and Severus let go of his cock, grasping his own in one shaky hand, the other accidentally ripping the delicate material in his overwhelming haste to claim the tight furnace it hid.

Severus glanced up to see Al’s reflection smirking at him, sharp green eyes tracing the beads of sweat that were abseiling down his temples.

“Little horror,” he scolded, landing a gentle slap to the firm globes of flesh, massaging them apart and slipping between them.

“Mmm,” Al agreed, eyes drifting closed when the whispered lubrication charm tingled inside his passage. Severus stroked the lube along his cock and pressed the purpling head to Al’s opening.

“I shall endeavour not to rip your bodice, too,” he smirked, noticing the tattered pair of knickers pooled around one slim ankle.

“It’s not a bodice, it’s a corset,” Al chided, making tiny rocking motions with his hips, the action just begging Severus to push through the taut ring of muscle. Curling his fingers underneath the boned hem, he slid determinedly all the way inside.

“Oh yes,” Al hissed, renewing his brace position, “Gods, yes, fuck me harder.”

Severus caught Al’s freely bobbing cock in his other hand and began pumping it furiously, slamming his hips to meet Al’s backward drive. Severus watched as his lover chewed his bottom lip, streamlined biceps flexing with the strain of supporting himself and buffering each rough thrust as Severus filled him completely. The fat vein running the length of the underside thickened with excited blood, the smooth skin pulsing in his hand.

Al let out a long, low moan and jerked forward, saturating Severus’ fingers with warm semen. Watching every facial twitch, seeing Al’s release in the mercurial glass and feeling the muscles clamping around him, Severus drove himself as deep as the spasming channel allowed and clung to the boy's hourglass waist, wave after wave of violent orgasm coursing through his rock hard shaft, spiralling into oblivion with great long shudders.

Severus caught Al by the intricately laced-up back as they pitched forward together, narrowly avoiding a collision with the mirror. Cursing loudly, he kicked his trousers away and carried Al’s limp body to the bed, seizing the innocent-looking ribbons and wrenching them apart, flooded with relief when Al coughed and sucked in a lungful of air.

“The corset was too tight,” he wheezed, frowning when Severus slapped him between the shoulder blades harder than was strictly necessary.

“You think so, do you?” Severus snapped, “repeat after me, ‘I am an idiot child.’

Al grinned, waving off the not so helpful hand and adopting a leer, “I thought you liked things tight.”

“I prefer you alive,” Severus growled, knocking Al down when he tried to sit up. Long, shaky fingers flew to the snug-fitting corset and began to unclasp the row of hooks.

“Well that’s good, because I plan to remain so for quite some time. Wouldn’t do my image any good to be remembered as the Boy Who Expired from Uncompromising Corsetry.”

Severus snorted and shook his head. “I’m afraid the title of Boy Who Lived has already been trademarked, even if it is remarkably ironic these days. Regardless of your epithet, next time you are taken with the notion of surprising me with potentially dangerous items of erotic clothing...restrain yourself. I shall be just as content to offer you assistance with the adding of garments, as well as the deduction of them.”

“If you insist,” Al murmured against the mild brush of lips.
Severus kissed him more firmly and stroked the sweat-matted hair away from his forehead. “I most certainly do.”

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