As one all too familiar with the sensation of flight, Harry wasn't entirely ready to classify his experience as flying. Even though his body seemed determined to, well, hum. Upon a broom, one occasionally felt the reverberations of skin and muscle from contact with the vibrating wood, of course, but now his body actually hummed as though it were looking for the right key to sing in or something equally ludicrous. He'd have snorted at the thought if he could just figure out how to get his mouth to move in such a way.
"Are you with us again?" a distinctly imperious voice rumbled.
Harry's body shivered towards that voice, his nerves exultant at the stimulation provided by a mere shift in posture. He savored the goose bumps that spread over half of his torso, as a low groan spilled from his lips.
"I take it such exquisite elocution is all you are capable of at the moment? Shocking. Given how normally articulate and intelligible you are."
Harry attempted to rearrange his facial features into a smirk. Severus was always deliciously insulting when attempting to redirect Harry's attention from his sentimental need to nurture. Unfortunately, the abundant endorphins that continued to run rampant through Harry's body precluded a smirk. He settled for opening one eye over a ridiculously large grin.
Severus glared back at him. "Well? Do you intend to lounge idly about until the next Dark Lord rises to invoke horror and mayhem? Or worse yet, I'm sure Albus's portrait, given sufficient time, can manage to create enough intrigue to occupy the better part of the remaining Order. Perhaps your intention is too sleep straight through until we are summoned to another of Albus's" a barely suppressed aggravated groan, "dinner parties?"
Harry rolled until he was half draped over his lover. "Severus. If you wish me to get up and make breakfast you need only say so." He marveled at his ability to say so many words without the slightest stutter or stumble. Must be coming down.
"I merely believe it inelegant for one to loll about past mid-morning," Severus sniffed. "As for breakfast, I suppose sustenance would be prudent given the level of work we've still to do to tidy the unfortunate mess that is your magical equilibrium. Something with sufficient sugars seems required. Perhaps some of your peach pancakes with mango compote?" His nonchalant tone was somewhat compromised by the loud gurgle emanating from his stomach.
Harry's smile softened the distortions wrought by the too-wide grin. "I think I can manage it."
Severus immediately threw off the covers, announcing "No time like the present," as he launched himself out of the bed and practically scurried to the bath.
Severus pushed himself back from the table with a heavy groan. As if the fresh summer peaches and candied pecans hadn't been decadent enough, he'd bet his diamond cauldron that Harry had flambéed the mango compote with banana rum before serving it. As apologies go, it rather exceeded the mark. Severus quelled the urge to forgo the vehicle of pancakes and inject the fruit salsa directly into his veins. It occurred to him that such histrionics would require magic, and he doubted that Harry could tolerate it quite yet. Instead, Severus pushed the still wet hair sticking determinedly to his cheekbones aside and eyed his multitalented boy who was shoveling in pancakes with routine efficiency. Harry caught Severus's gaze and flashed a grin.
"Building stamina for later," he nodded at his next forkful.
Severus arched an eyebrow, "As fond as I am of your inability to exercise table manners under the best of circumstances, I'll have to overlook the niceties. You may very well need the calories."
Severus considered his lover as Harry finished eating. Last evening, they'd managed significant progress, but there was still work to be done. Harry was no longer in danger of leaking rogue magical energy. His energies were contained though the knots remained. Severus supposed he should consider himself fortunate that the boy wasn't about to incinerate the Aubusson carpet at any moment. Circumstances were considerably less optimal for the boy in his charge, however. Straightening the tangled mass of a magical gift currently unmatched in sheer power posed not the slightest of problems. He hesitated to begin without consulting his lover.
"It occurs to me that the pitiable state of your magic may demand something more than the standard cathartic protocol."
Harry glanced up, eyes widened slightly, "er, what?"
Severus rolled his eyes and tried again, "I'm unconvinced that plying you with pleasure and pain that builds to release will be enough to counteract the torture of straightening out your magics."
"Oh."
Severus waited, but Harry did not speak further. He looked deeply into emerald eyes that stared back at him, patient but expectant.
"Are you not concerned with the implications this may have for your poor body?"
"I wasn't aware that you considered anything about my body poor," Harry's smirk returned with considerable alacrity.
Severus's glare was equally enthusiastic.
"Oh come on, Sev," Harry rose from the table and approached Severus, who turned slightly in his chair to receive his toy, "I trust you, of all people, to have a back-up plan." He ended his declaration kneeling between Severus' legs, hands clasped loosely at his back, his neck perpendicular to the floor as he pressed his forehead to the chest before him.
Severus's hand reached down to reassure, fingers carding through the unruly locks, "Your trust, though often too easily extended, in this case is warranted. I do have one or two other ideas that proffer certain possibilities…" a feral grin lit his eyes briefly, "indeed" his voice dropped to a rumble as Harry quivered under his hands.
Later, Harry stood spread-eagled but relaxed in his restraints, anchored to the foot of the walnut four poster bed. For an hour, the Potions Master had painstaking stroked an extra soft painters brush upon every inch of Harry's skin, encasing any exposed surface in liquid latex.
Severus's obsession with detail produced dividends as the thorough application was more stimulating and delicious than any massage, and it had the advantage of ending in the close cocoon of security and comfort Harry now enjoyed. Harry felt the painter's brush continue to stroke him through his encasement. His head lolled as he felt the snug hold of the latex and the warm shiver of goosebumps that surfaced wherever Severus chose to apply the brush. His head perked up at the first stroke over the latex-covered cock. Harry looked into black eyes as the brush continued to slide down the shaft, soft bristles parting over the base, swirling in turn around each of his balls. He felt the light stroke of bristles upon the tender flesh between his balls and opening and shuddered anew. Severus had left his hole uncovered, perhaps the only bare square inch below his chin. The brush was dropped with a clatter upon the tiles, and Harry felt warm fingertips tap the exposed pucker. Body heat closed around his latexed back and Harry relaxed into Severus's hold, gurgling in ecstasy at the feeling of being compressed, reined in, held tight in his Master's wrapping.
Severus purred into his ear, "That's nice, isn't it? You've been so good Harry, so patient, and now you are bound and safe in my arms."
Harry writhed in happiness, his desire to please ecstatic at the approval in Severus' tone.
"I'm going to try a light charm now, just to support you, so that you may concentrate on other sensations," and with that Severus moved away and grasped his wand. Soft Latin tumbled past Harry's ears and he felt the magic leave Severus and move through him. He trembled as his nerve endings reacted as though a blaze of heat moved past them. He began to relax again as soon as Severus's arms enveloped him, long fingers stroking the latex as a reminder that Harry was sheathed, warm and safe and cared for. The magic had done its job and Harry's arms and thighs were supported as though he sat in a sling.
He swayed lightly in this position, his legs finding purchase on the floor for leverage, feeling the latex casing that unceasingly surrounded him. He wriggled in satisfaction, surrendering to the delight of being captured and swathed in the warm, pliable latex. Suddenly feeling the presence standing beside him, he drew still. A hand reached out and turned his cheek back over his right shoulder. Fingers smoothed over eyebrows, down a cheekbone, to open lips. Leather replaced flesh, strands of a flogger caressed where fingertips had previously skimmed. Harry turned his face into the leather tendrils, using his cheekbones to convey devotion.
Severus moved the flogger so that the braided handle was laid upon Harry's lips. Harry licked out at the leather, kissing his way to the end, and with a mischievous glance up through his lashes, hollowed his cheeks to suckle the grip. Severus chuckled and removed the whip, stepping back behind Harry to increase his leverage before laying a lash vertically across Harry's shoulders. Harry sucked in a breath and mentally counted the strokes as lashes repeatedly landed in a parallel pattern across his upper back. He was up to twelve when Severus switched to horizontal strokes, creating a diamond pattern across Harry's back. Harry hissed as the criss-cross pattern continued down his back and undulated back in preparation for the first strike on his ass. Severus made him wait, his hips thrust out, his ass reaching for the lash before it descended with unholy force. Harry choked in want and need, shuddering as the beating continued.
He was gasping for breath as Severus paused, the whistling sound of a whip moving through the air betraying the silent accio. Severus reached out a palm to his cheek and he steadied himself, breathing deeply. On the seventh breath, the flat braids of a cat o nine tails flayed the latex from his shoulders. Harry shuddered as the whistling began in earnest, lifting diamond shapes from his back, causing a shower of stretchy, processed sap. His breath was robbed from him as a clever twist of the wrist removed the entire four diamond pattern from one cheek. He rocked his hips, angling his arse to capture the next swing. Severus did not disappoint and Harry felt as though his body erupted, his cloaked cock leaking precum from a slit in the material. Severus moved forward and cradled Harry's backside, leaning upwards to croon into Harry's ear, "Soon, dear boy, shhh, I know, soon." Harry whimpered, and Severus squeezed him tight, urging him to hang on.
Seconds, hours later, Severus began again on Harry's front. He laid out Harry's chest with a precision that broadcasted his accuracy with a whip. Harry noted the descent of Severus's handiwork towards his groin with perverse glee. Severus stepped back an extra foot, so only the last few inches of the whip marked his cock, but they were enough. Harry grunted in between great sobbing breaths as Severus covered every inch. The switch to the braided cat was seamless and Harry screamed as the first strike ripped the latex from his throbbing flesh. Tears dripped down his cheeks as Severus continued his meticulous flaying of Harry's cock.
"Open to me" the whiskey voice ordered, and Harry complied, as the flat braided whip descended on the tip of his cock. Harry's back bowed when Severus invaded his magics, his body absorbing the electroshock of alien magic assaulting his own. Pain and pleasure shot simultaneously from both ends of his cock and the timely disappearance of the latex hood decided the matter. Harry bellowed his joy as his hips rode out the shattering convulsions of his release.
A/N alas, it took a bit of time, but I am committed to finishing this story. It's going to be six chapters. I thought that I would finish in five, but I was 9 paragraphs into the sex and Harry had yet to be shagged within an inch of his hide. So, six is a good number. I'm pro six. Soon, I promise, I know exactly where this is going.