Author: Eriador117
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(Eriador117)
Five Senses
Sight
It's the wrists he notices first, peeking out from the edge of the boy's shirt; all skin and tendon, a nub of bone visible as he flexes and begins to write.
He watches, entranced, as the hand moves across the page, then he notices the lack of ink on the desk.
Red drops drip from the edge of the quill as he sees the boy wince.
But it isn't the red that has the boy gasping, it's the pink out of the corner of his eye and the satisfied smirk on Umbridge's face.
"Enough!" screams Harry and he's pushed out.
Hearing
"You had no right! That's private!" Harry yells, his face flushed, his eyes incandescent. Severus hears the words, but he is barely aware of them.
The boy is so passionate when he's angry and Severus wonders how that passion might translate to other, more intimate areas. Would he hear the boy scream in ecstasy? Or would it be a soft whimper of desire?
"Not to me. You wanted this, Potter. You asked for this."
On his knees, bound and naked, the boy looks up. "I didn't. Not for this. Not for this."
The boy’s sobs are music to Severus’ ears.
Smell
Harry tries not to panic as the blindfold is magicked onto his eyes. He want to pull it off, but his hands are bound and he cannot move. As Snape moves closer to him, he can smell him. All of him. There is a hint of something medicinal, probably some potion he'd been working on before Harry arrived. As well as that, Harry can smell the man's arousal. It's a scent he has become adept at identifying. Almost before he's aware of it, Harry has licked his lips and the moan he swore he wouldn't release has escaped his lips.
Taste
"Liar. Slut. You want it, don't you? Isn't this what you wanted?"
"Yes," Harry breathes the word, his head spinning in fear and desire.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, sir."
Harry hears a rustle of cloth and then footsteps as Snape moves closer. almost gently, Snape guides Harry's head to his erect cock and Harry swallows it down, tasting the bitter precome. With his hands bound, he can't control the angle and Snape thrusts deeper, thrusts faster. Harry can barely taste anything now, too busy trying not to choke. When Snape comes, Harry swallows quickly. He's never got used to the taste.
Touch
Hands are on him, removing the blindfold, untying his hands and then he is cradled across the Potion master's lap, across his husband's lap.
Soft touches and caresses to his hair and back as Harry feels the blood returning to his limbs. His whole body feels like rubber. Severus only has to tug once on Harry's cock, before he is coming, spurting between them, his husband's touch so familiar.
Severus gently caresses the scar still gracing Harry's hand.
"Are you all right, my Harry?"
Harry gazes up at his husband and smiles as he caresses his cheek. "I am now."
THE END
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发表于 2009-7-21 12:23
