Contrasts

Harry folded his legs underneath himself and calmly looked up from where his forehead rested serenely upon Severus' thigh, "When do we begin?"

Snape considered Harry, though not his whispered question. They'd begin directly, of course. It wasn't necessarily safe to delay. Except. Snape was rarely less than certain about any undertaking, particularly those involving sexual exchanges of power between himself and his treasured boy. He allowed himself a brief moment of doubt. The exquisitely vulnerable creature bent in supplication before him provoked his fiercest protective instincts. Severus desperately hoped that he might not fail his love.

Of course that moment was short-lived. Within minutes he had entwined long fingers around the wrists, confining them, and was marching Harry to the bedroom. Severus skirted the low couch, where occasionally he lay enjoying the mouth of his pet or savoring an elaborate repast, and, he smirked to himself, usually both. He avoided, too, the walnut four poster, with its silks, brocades, and jewel colors, stopping underneath an eyehook bolted into the ceiling. He summoned cuffs and fitted the leather snugly to Harry's wrists, then adjoined them by a metal enclosure that he attached to a link of chain steadily unwinding itself from the eyebolt.

Harry was stretched up, his calves lengthening as he attempted to remain flatfooted upon the floor. Severus planted a boot between his closed feet, forcing his knees apart and his heels to raise themselves off the hardwood. He stood admiring the sight. Harry's arms raised above his head, pectoral muscle highlighted by the suspension. His head upright, his emerald gaze lovingly intent. The lines of his torso pulled taut by the posture, sculpted abs demarking the lean territory between nipple and hip. His pelvic muscles sharply defined above the soft black down that faintly shrouded the engorged cock. Thighs splayed slightly, knees not yet locked. A veritable temple dedicated to erotic delights. The dom's hands softly followed the course of his thoughts, outlining muscle, caressing the hollows and planes spectacularly displayed before him. Noticing as Harry trembled at the contact, moved into the touch.

Severus felt the muscles contract under his hand and proceeded to slowly repeat the process with agonizing attention to detail. Each shiver urged him on, practically begged him to linger.

He smiled at the gurgle that stuck in Harry's throat as his hand enclosed around the base of the cock. He held Harry there, watching intently as the boy's body seemed to arch towards him even as the legs were firmly planted. Without removing his hand from the captive shaft, he leaned forward and spoke against the ruby lips, "I do adore this particular posture. Indeed" he rumbled, stroking the cock in rhythm to his precise diction, "so much skin and muscle magnificently on exhibit. I hardly know where to begin."

Harry whimpered in response, his body vibrating from shoulder to instep. They'd just begun, and waves of feeling were already cresting over the surface of his skin. He felt his ability to consider what might happen next slip away as his attention was fully focused upon the disturbing present.

This point was driven home considerably further as Severus slowly released his hold and moved behind the boy, applying his hands once again as he molded and stroked. Harry moaned softly as he felt clever fingertips trace his spine. He rounded his shoulders to present a broader canvas and sighed deeply as Severus availed himself of the offering.

The potions Master massaged the back, rolling his knuckles under the shoulder blades, down to the high arse, releasing his fist to draw fingers across the cleft. He grabbed each buttock, kneading them, relishing the hitch in Harry's breathing, before spreading the cheeks wide and holding him open. The small hole twitching as his hands continued to massage the rounded flesh. Severus dropped his hands and moved closer, grabbing the boy's hair and pulling Harry's head to the side to expose the silken column of neck. He licked at the pulse throbbing just beneath the surface, nibbling as the beat increased under his ministrations. He plucked at the erect nipples, tugging them, making them hard .

"I believe you may be ready for the flogger."

If his body hadn't been played liked an instrument for the last half hour, the voice would have been his undoing. Yet, Harry knew when a response was required.

"yes, Severus," his voice cracking on the last syllable.

Severus smiled behind him and reached for the leather instrument whistling through the air. He caught it high, his arm at the apex of its natural motion, giving speed to the blow that descended across Harry's lower back. Harry gasped at the impact, just managing to get his breath before the second lash kissed his skin. He was familiar with this particular whip, and imagined he could distinguish each of its fourteen cords.

Severus sped up the strikes but began to spread them about a bit, moving the source of stimulation around Harry's back, across his arse, down thighs. He played short, sharp beats, then drew back and allowed the full force of his the whip to wrap the boy up. Severus missed nothing watching Harry startle as leather cracked along the length of shoulder. He felt the telltale spark that escaped Harry, and knew he didn't have much more time before the his magical dam crumbled beneath the onslaught of Harry's formidable reservoir of magic. He dispatched a gentle magical link that would alert him to the collapse of the shield as his wrist continued to snap, sending shock waves of sensation through the boy.

In full control and stepping alertly, Severus returned his attention to the arse that rose high, raining blows in a steady storm. Harry undulated, calves contracting, hips rocking, lifting up to meet each stroke, his ass seeking out the leather. They continued like this, the flogger mimicking a drum, as Severus slowly built the intensity. When he felt the shield begin to give, he dropped the flogger and stepped up to the smaller boy, wrapping his arms around the shuddering chest, cradling the hot pink flesh.

Harry moaned, every part of his stinging backside was now covered in warm, leather covered flesh. Pleasure radiated from every nerve ending that was being firmly caressed. He gave himself up to the ecstasy of contact as his magic returned with the force of a tidal wave. The magical onslaught drove him back into the embrace, its force like a thousand knives coursing through his veins. He began to shake, as pleasure and pain wrestled each other, dominated his senses. His moans now constant, he began to lose the ability to discern between the two. His back a vise of heat, his magical energy boiling, vaguely he felt Severus enter his wide open magical channels. He didn't have the time to wonder what Severus might do, because a hand was cupping, no fondling his balls. He twisted, grinding his hips into Severus as the hand began pulling at his cock, giving his overwhelmed body another pleasure axis on which to turn. The hand moved faster, slapping the organ, pulling the cum from Harry's cock, and his back bowed as he howled, shooting over long, graceful fingers, into the air. His declaration ended abruptly as he felt his diffuse magical energies being wrenched from their loose moorings, and pulled together, once again forming a strong, intact core. It scorched him, but his ignorant body was singly focused. He continued to shudder, continued to orgasm over his Master's hands. Harry sobbed and rode out the contrast, realizing somehow, somewhen that he was whole again.

He roused to the energy fluctuation that was a cleansing spell. Severus was releasing the cuffs, massaging his arms while he stood unable to do anything but hum. "We probably should not have shut you down so long, I think the returning wave overpowered your natural conduits. You'll be feeling every magical act in three counties."

"Hmmmm."

"Of course, fortunately for you, I was able to rein in your magic. You are no longer in danger of radiating rogue energy," he tipped Harry into his arms and carried him to the bed.

A cross between a whistle and a hum. And the shivering continued.

Severus lay him gently down and then wrapped himself around the boy. He'd point out later that there were still the knots to be tended.