Author's Note: I woke up this morning with an idea in my head, and it turned into this little work of mine that you'll soon be reading. I hope you enjoy it!
Warnings: This is Severus Snape/Harry Potter, which basically means male on male. So I'd suggest you click the 'back' button if you're very much averse to relationships like these, but I know how your curiosity can catch hold of you sometimes. You just can't help wanting to peek. :P
Oh, and a disclaimer too, just in case. I don't own anything in the HP world. If I did, I'd probably be living somewhere in Britain, being very rich and very happy and very famous. I guess. ;)
"Oh, Severus," cried the green-eyed boy. His slight frame writhed as the older man relentlessly tortured his body, alternating between licking and suckling on his sweet, young flesh. Despite having a seemingly malnourished body, the Gryffindor Seeker had firm, lean muscles that now trembled as Severus dragged a fingernail down the underside of Harry's thigh.
He grinned wickedly as the boy let out a moan and looked at him through hooded eyes, eyes that were now a hunter green, glazed over with lust. Those very same eyes that captivated him, and for a moment it seemed as though sparks danced through a invisible connection, before two small hands wrapped themselves around his neck, pulling him down for yet another kiss.
Soft, bow-shaped lips suckled at his bottom lip, and he thrust his tongue into the young man's mouth, exploring the moist cavern for all he was worth while letting the back of his hand briefly caress the boy's erection. Needless to say, Harry was growing impatient with the torturous foreplay that made him ache and throb in places he never thought possible. He simply couldn't hold back anymore.
Sprawled on the bed, Harry planted his feet firmly on the silk sheets and lifted his hips, rubbing himself against the older man and eliciting a lusty groan that the Potions Master had tried to hold back.
"Damn it, Harry, I want to make this as painless as possible as I can for you. You ca-," He groaned again as the boy - no, not boy, but an infuriatingly desirable young man who cannot wait anymore, he thought – wiggled his hips against Severus suggestively.
"I can't what?" Harry put on his most innocent look as he continued rubbing himself against Severus. Black onyx eyes glared as he tried to still the younger man beneath him, making a valiant effort in trying to ignore the sensations that buzzed down his spine.
"Merlin be damned, Harry, you know what I mean. We'll both be spent before we get any action if you continue bucking your hips against me like that." He growled into the dainty shell of an ear and then slowly licked his way from one end to the other, stilling the jerks from the young man. Harry trembled as he lay limply, surrendering to the fiery hot tingles that threatened to overwhelm him.
Feeling the boy beneath him lying still, the little idea that had been floating around in his head now solidified, and he decided to implement it before he got distracted. Using wandless magic, he waved a hand and chained the boy with leather cuffs to the bed. Harry looked up at him in surprise.
"Se-Severus? W-What's going on?" Dark brows wrinkled in confusion, and looking into those captivating emerald-like eyes, Severus knew that Harry was just a little afraid. And… perhaps a little more than turned on as he grasped hold of the situation. Severus allowed his mouth to curve into a smirk. "Well, Potter, let's just say that... I'm now your master." And as the velvety voice gently caressed and reverberated through his body, Harry trembled.