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wired_lizard's Birthday. She requested Percy/Severus kink. Severus as the top.
Safeword
by Icarus
The room seemed strange and… glowing… around Percy as he struggled to remain upright. Now he understood why he was ordered to stand this time; it was very difficult. The potion surged through his body with a rushing sensation, and his heartbeat sounded abnormally loud in his ears. The cup rolled slightly at his feet. He must have dropped it.
That bothered him, that he wasn't permitted to pick it up. He was a tidy person; though likely that was the very reason it was still there.
He could have said no. Should have said no to this.
The figure of Severus Snape swam into view – over him? In front of him? – starkly outlined in white. The slight swish of his robes felt like water running down Percy's face, his body. Faint tickles. How was that possible?
"A safeword is of little value if one refuses to use it," he said. The sound of that rich voice rippled down Percy's body like a caress, one that lingered, as sticky as molasses. What had he given him?
He should have said no. But he had never used it, not since that very first day. Severus Snape's sarcasm was worse than anything.
Severus ran a thin horsehair whip through his fingers and smirked, clearly intending Percy to see what he held.
Percy stiffened as he stepped out of view and stood threateningly behind him. It was cold with his underwear pulled to his knees, but mostly Percy felt helpless. He carefully kept his face forward. He was not permitted to look.
The sound swished over his head, a brush of sand and water – and the stroke landed, surprisingly soft as a cushion as the physical stroke struck with a slithering sting.
The next two crossed his shoulders with the hiss of twine, the third kissed his bottom and Percy felt it scratch, yet the sound was soft as a broom across the floor. Ah. This was gentle.
Severus' growl was warm and fierce – Percy almost moaned at it – his words unintelligible… then he swung with full force, over Percy's head and the whip whistled through the air. Percy staggered forward.
His hand reached back to feel for the wet blood where it must be. The long, deep scratches still throbbed. He could feel them.
"Eyes forward," Severus snarled, but his eyes glowed with satisfaction. The very reason Percy never used that safeword.
There was no blood on his hand. But he could still feel it.
"Oh," Percy gasped as he looked back at Severus in wonder. "You are an artist."
"Your empty platitudes will never win you any mercy."
Finis.
wired_lizard's Birthday. She requested Percy/Severus kink. Severus as the top.Safeword
by Icarus
The room seemed strange and… glowing… around Percy as he struggled to remain upright. Now he understood why he was ordered to stand this time; it was very difficult. The potion surged through his body with a rushing sensation, and his heartbeat sounded abnormally loud in his ears. The cup rolled slightly at his feet. He must have dropped it.
That bothered him, that he wasn't permitted to pick it up. He was a tidy person; though likely that was the very reason it was still there.
He could have said no. Should have said no to this.
The figure of Severus Snape swam into view – over him? In front of him? – starkly outlined in white. The slight swish of his robes felt like water running down Percy's face, his body. Faint tickles. How was that possible?
"A safeword is of little value if one refuses to use it," he said. The sound of that rich voice rippled down Percy's body like a caress, one that lingered, as sticky as molasses. What had he given him?
He should have said no. But he had never used it, not since that very first day. Severus Snape's sarcasm was worse than anything.
Severus ran a thin horsehair whip through his fingers and smirked, clearly intending Percy to see what he held.
Percy stiffened as he stepped out of view and stood threateningly behind him. It was cold with his underwear pulled to his knees, but mostly Percy felt helpless. He carefully kept his face forward. He was not permitted to look.
The sound swished over his head, a brush of sand and water – and the stroke landed, surprisingly soft as a cushion as the physical stroke struck with a slithering sting.
The next two crossed his shoulders with the hiss of twine, the third kissed his bottom and Percy felt it scratch, yet the sound was soft as a broom across the floor. Ah. This was gentle.
Severus' growl was warm and fierce – Percy almost moaned at it – his words unintelligible… then he swung with full force, over Percy's head and the whip whistled through the air. Percy staggered forward.
His hand reached back to feel for the wet blood where it must be. The long, deep scratches still throbbed. He could feel them.
"Eyes forward," Severus snarled, but his eyes glowed with satisfaction. The very reason Percy never used that safeword.
There was no blood on his hand. But he could still feel it.
"Oh," Percy gasped as he looked back at Severus in wonder. "You are an artist."
"Your empty platitudes will never win you any mercy."
Finis.
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Date: 2003-09-15 09:35 pm (UTC)I dunno. It's not as hot as I would like. Needs more visuals. But we're handicapped because Percy's vision's sort of screwed up right at the moment.
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