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cybele_san who, for all her protests, is a Severus fan and therefore a sadist that understands these impulses. ;)
Severus' glance silenced the complaint. "Unbutton, but otherwise leave the shirt. Shoes and socks off."
Harry meekly pouted in a way he knew Severus found rather irresistible. It got the response he wanted; Severus leaned towards him and pulled the trousers down to his calves, hands ghosting over Harry's thighs in delicate, teasing strokes. Harry pulled off his shoes and socks, and quickly unbuttoned his shirt. Then Severus guided him to his hands and knees on the couch. Harry edged into him, seeking to brush where Severus was hard under those robes, the firelight danced in his eyes; but Severus wouldn't let him.
He still had Harry's belt in his hands.
When Severus had first introduced the belt, Harry said, "Wow, Severus, that's, uh, really weird." Now the feeling of Severus behind him, made all the more intense and subtle by the cool room and the heat of his body, his air of calm menace… remembering how he skillfully wielded that heavy, throbbing massage… Harry's lips parted at the thought, and his eyes grew dark. After that first time, all he could do was gasp, "just don't tell Ron…"
Now Harry squirmed into position on the couch, while Severus carefully draped his cloak and the belt over a chair. He allowed Harry to watch as he slowly unbuttoned his cuffs, swept his hair off his shoulders, and slowly undid his shirt… revealing an elegant throat… a 'v' of his smooth chest…. his slim, wiry shoulders arched in a supple play of muscles as he pulled it off. The fabric rustled like a breath, and the fire snapped behind him. He stood with fire-glow flickering across his bare chest.
Severus had left on his trousers. Harry heated with alarm; he knew what that meant.
"Eyes straight ahead," Severus murmured, with a slight subtle smile. Harry obeyed, his heart thrumming; it was really much, much worse when he couldn't see it coming.
The buckled clinked slightly behind Harry, and he could almost visualize Severus folding it, a sensual caress of leather. He forced himself to stare at the wall. It was so hard not to look!
The quick crack broke across his arse —
"— hey!" Harry yelped, more from the sound than the hot sting that spread an instant later. He wasn't ready! He glanced over his shoulder in shock.
"Eyes forward!" Severus growled.
Harry held his breath and tensed, ready for the next stroke. But it didn't come. A moment more. He couldn't resist and looked again.
"Forward…" Severus warned.
Harry had glimpsed something, but it was too dark in here, he couldn't tell what it was exactly. He bit his lip. Damn him! Severus knew he couldn't stand waiting.
Call it the worst, cruelest WIP ever. I've followed so many, so faithfully.
Icarus grins evilly.
cybele_san who, for all her protests, is a Severus fan and therefore a sadist that understands these impulses. ;)Severus' glance silenced the complaint. "Unbutton, but otherwise leave the shirt. Shoes and socks off."
Harry meekly pouted in a way he knew Severus found rather irresistible. It got the response he wanted; Severus leaned towards him and pulled the trousers down to his calves, hands ghosting over Harry's thighs in delicate, teasing strokes. Harry pulled off his shoes and socks, and quickly unbuttoned his shirt. Then Severus guided him to his hands and knees on the couch. Harry edged into him, seeking to brush where Severus was hard under those robes, the firelight danced in his eyes; but Severus wouldn't let him.
He still had Harry's belt in his hands.
When Severus had first introduced the belt, Harry said, "Wow, Severus, that's, uh, really weird." Now the feeling of Severus behind him, made all the more intense and subtle by the cool room and the heat of his body, his air of calm menace… remembering how he skillfully wielded that heavy, throbbing massage… Harry's lips parted at the thought, and his eyes grew dark. After that first time, all he could do was gasp, "just don't tell Ron…"
Now Harry squirmed into position on the couch, while Severus carefully draped his cloak and the belt over a chair. He allowed Harry to watch as he slowly unbuttoned his cuffs, swept his hair off his shoulders, and slowly undid his shirt… revealing an elegant throat… a 'v' of his smooth chest…. his slim, wiry shoulders arched in a supple play of muscles as he pulled it off. The fabric rustled like a breath, and the fire snapped behind him. He stood with fire-glow flickering across his bare chest.
Severus had left on his trousers. Harry heated with alarm; he knew what that meant.
"Eyes straight ahead," Severus murmured, with a slight subtle smile. Harry obeyed, his heart thrumming; it was really much, much worse when he couldn't see it coming.
The buckled clinked slightly behind Harry, and he could almost visualize Severus folding it, a sensual caress of leather. He forced himself to stare at the wall. It was so hard not to look!
The quick crack broke across his arse —
"— hey!" Harry yelped, more from the sound than the hot sting that spread an instant later. He wasn't ready! He glanced over his shoulder in shock.
"Eyes forward!" Severus growled.
Harry held his breath and tensed, ready for the next stroke. But it didn't come. A moment more. He couldn't resist and looked again.
"Forward…" Severus warned.
Harry had glimpsed something, but it was too dark in here, he couldn't tell what it was exactly. He bit his lip. Damn him! Severus knew he couldn't stand waiting.
Call it the worst, cruelest WIP ever. I've followed so many, so faithfully.
Icarus grins evilly.
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Date: 2003-05-23 04:01 am (UTC)...more?