Harry wasn't sure how it was possible but the leather around his neck itched. It was smooth and supple and itched like wool on a hot day. He knew it wasn't really the leather that itched. It was his skin and his inability to move that caused the phantom itch. If his hands were allowed to move it wouldn't even be an issue. A small part of him wanted to reach up and give himself some relief but he knew from past experience that it wasn't a good idea. He and Severus had only been together for a few weeks when the first letter instructing him to be ready for his Masters arrive had come. The letter had informed him that being ready meant that he was to be on his knees with a blind fold on and his hands clasped behind his back when Severus stepped through the floo. He had known that he wasn't allowed to move, regardless of the situation, but when the slight itch started at the base of his spine he hadn't been able to resist the urge to scratch it. Just as his fingers connected with the smooth skin of his lower back he heard Severus's voice. His Master had spoken quietly, his disappointment apparent as he informed Harry that he had expected more of him. Harry hadn't even known that the other man was there and watching him, the floo hadn't made a noise when he arrived, but the effect was still the same. He had ignored a simple rule because he thought that his Master wouldn't ever find out. His Master left without touching his pet beyond taking off the blind fold and informing him that he would contact him after class the next day. Harry hadn't been able to sleep that night and was a mess when he spoke to the other man the following evening.
He knew that he wouldn't be able to handle whatever the punishment for disobeying would be this time, so he refused to move. Instead of scratching the itch he focused on it. He counted each irritating throb of his skin, each bead of sweat that formed under the leather that hugged his throat tightly. He let his mind linger over the feeling of his pulse ticking under his collar, the feeling of the carpet under his knees and the way the silk fabric of his blindfold clung to the thin skin at his temples. It felt like it had been hours since he had gotten his latest letter from his Master.
He had been sitting at table in the kitchen, pouring over Thai cookbooks when Heathcliff arrived with a letter from Severus. It had been short and curt, informing him that he had half and hour to get himself ready and into position in front of the floo. He had been sitting on his knees with every detail in place ten minutes after readying the missive. The anticipation was burning in his belly. He knew that Easter break started that evening and he was dying to start his week with Severus. It would be their first extended amount of uninterrupted time together since they had started seeing each other. He was excited and nervous at the prospect of spending so much time alone with his lover. They had their weekends but that was nothing compared to the week that was looming in front of them. He knew that they would be fine, but part of him was worried that they wouldn't make it out of the week alive. He was startled out of his thoughts of snark-induced death by the sounds of someone arriving via floo. He heard the sounds of hands removing dust from clothing and almost sighed. He knew that it was his Master because the floo was spelled to only allow entry via Severus's private rooms in the Hogwarts dungeons.
The sound of heavy footfall met Harry's ears and he was slightly confused. Severus barely made a sound when he walked. In all the years he had known him Harry had never heard Severus walk so loudly. It confused him and he almost moved his head to hear the sound more clearly. The muscles in his neck had started to twitch in preparation for the movement when he caught himself. He knew that any movement on his part would end the evening before it started.
"I am glad to see you remembered pet." He heard from his left.
Taking a deep breath, he let his exhale be the answer to his Masters comment. He knew that talking was beyond against the rules. Talking without permission would get him more then an end to the evening. It would get his face slapped. It would be fast and hard, with enough force to make his jaw hurt for at least an hour after it happened. So he stayed silent and didn't move.
It only took a moment before he felt the man's presence. It came with a lazy breeze that seemed to have made it's way inside the house. The slight increase in temperature accompanied by the dancing air along his shoulders made him shiver. Tiny goose flesh setting up shop between his shoulder blades as the teasing wind moved from one part of his back to the next, as if following its own whims. Harry knew it wasn't a breeze, but his Masters breath, tickling and teasing in an attempt to pull a response from him. He mentally bit his lip and stayed firm. When the breeze made its way to his lower back he had to swallow a groan. The feeling of it moving over his exposed backside almost did him in. The need to press his opening against the source of the warm breeze almost more then he could stand.
"Lean forward. I want your head on the floor. Let me see you." His favorite voice commanded from behind him.
~*~So sweet he thought to himself as he followed the columns of Harry's spine to his perfectly rounded ass. A moan escaping the kneeling man before him as his tongue slipped along the deep crack that had been presented for his pleasure. He knew what he would see if he pulled those perfectly tanned cheeks apart. A tight little pink star, twitching and begging for attention, would greet him. He was almost tempted to open his boy up and slip his rolled tongue into the hot little hole that called to him. This was his boy, just how he liked him. Silently begging like a bitch in heat. His body sending out the signs, telling anyone that knew how to read them exactly what it wanted.
"Let me see you."
He watched his boy lean forward so that his shoulders and face supported his weight. Two long toned arms reached back. Thick tan fingers gripped twin cheeks and moved with practiced ease. He knew he wasn't the only man that liked to see this. His boys perfect little rose-colored hole exposed. The knowledge that all and sundry could be looking at it and the boy wouldn't know didn't escape him.
He leaned forward and let his tongue gather the saliva that had pooled in his mouth. With little effort he locked his eyes on his target and took aim. The result was a spit-covered hole that needed attention. With his tongue pointed with precision he leaned in and took a swipe. The moment he touched down at his favorite spot on god's green Earth he was accepted. The pink little star that held him under its spell yielded under his oral onslaught. It twitched around the tip of his tongue, as if granting and begging for entry all at once.
~*~Warmth, wet and smooth, pressed against him and he loved it. There was nothing on earth, in Harry's opinion, that could compare to a pointed tongue probing him. He could feel the tip of his second favorite muscle teasing him. Pushing its way inside, igniting the nerve endings in his arse and putting his body on edge. Knowing that it was against the rules didn't stop his body from responding. His sphincter relaxed just enough to encourage the probing, his hips started to rock and his back arched down so that his rear entry was made even more accessible. His hands, gripping his cheeks, squeezed harder. There was no reason to deny his desire to be opened and exposed. He knew that Severus was aware of how much he liked to be licked and played with. His hints and revelations were always taken into account and then manipulated. Just weeks before he had been split open by his lover's fist, now he was being lick and eaten like the rarest of fine cuisine. He knew that not every man was as lucky as he was. Not every man was given two amazing Dominants one right after the other. He knew that not every man was given two lovers in a row that loved exploring his every sexual whim along with theirs.
"Further. I want to see you wink for me." Severus's smoky tones commanded.
Harry pulled himself as far apart as was physically possible before flexing his muscles, ensuring that he was in fact winking for the other man. A hiss, low and full of lust, escaped him when he felt the hot spit land on his most intimate of places.
The warmth of it spread along his skin as it slipped down the taut ring of muscle before disappearing into his opening. Without realizing he flexed his fingers, the desire to open himself more over riding his need to follow the rules.
The tongue touched him again briefly before disappearing. The cool air that followed made Harry shiver. He wanted that tongue back. Its hot pressure was enough to drive him over the edge. He knew that it was greedy and that his desires didn't need to be met unless his Master wanted them to be, but he couldn't help himself.
"Please…oh gods, please." He begged, his voice cracking as he thrust his arse back.
The supple leather of Severus's boot caressed his cheek as the other mans chuckle touched his ears. "Please what? Does my boy want more? Should I give you a finger? Open you up slowly while I root around inside you. Do you want my hand again pet? Do you want it splitting you open again like it did before?"
Harry felt his cock expand at his Masters words. "Y-yes! Oh Merlin yes…please Sir. Please, I need…I need…please."
The feeling of a finger running along his crack made Harry relax into the floor. His hole twitched with desire, the pink skin that surrounded it open and ready to permit entry to anything that wanted in.
~*~Severus smiled. He knew that Charlie hadn't known about his boy's desire to be filled. The look of surprise that crossed the redheaded mans face was quickly followed by a look that could only be categorized as absolute lust. There was no question as to whether or not he was intrigued by the idea. When Harry had first explained his relationship with Charlie, Severus had been worried. He knew that Charlie was someone that was willing to explore the limit with the younger man. He knew that their relationship had been based on the exploration of all things naughty. Harry had just been starting to find himself sexually when he fell into Charlie's lap. Theirs had been a short trip into the world of kink that was the BDSM scene. Harry's desire to push his own limits was one of the things that Severus loved about him. His boy was brave and willing to try just about anything.
Taking a step forward he bent and watched Harry's arse practically suck the other mans finger. It was a thrilling sight. Watching his lover being played like a well-tuned fiddle made him hard. He was well aware of the fact that the boy thought he was the person making his body sing.
~*~The hair that caressed his cheek was the only warning he was given before a set of lips pressed his ear.
"Do you want to fuck our boy?" Warm breath touched his skin and made him shiver. The tongue that danced across the shell of his ear brought a moan up into his throat that he had to force down to keep from blowing the surprise. The whispering voice sent shivers down his spine. "Nod your head if you want to slide into him."
With a nod he slid his fingers down to his zipper. He wanted Harry's ass. Had for months, and the knowledge that he was going to be buried balls deep inside it made him hard as a rock. When the lips that had been caressing his ear moved to his neck he tilted his head out of instinct, the fact that it was Severus Snape kissing him didn't even seem to register.
"So take him." The words were whispered against his skin as a long fingered hand wrapped itself around the base of his cock. "Fuck him hard."
~*~Severus enjoyed the feeling of Charlie in his hand. He was thick, thicker in fact then Severus himself was. His red pubic hair was trimmed short and rough against the pale skin of the Potion Masters hand. I could get used to this he thought as he focused on rubbing the swollen head of his newest partners cock against Harry's hole.
~*~Harry knew that the flesh rubbing his anus was what he wanted. He knew it was the tip of his Masters cock, thick and hard and weeping in its desire for his tight body. The hand that lay on his lower back disappeared only to be replaced by a hand on each hip. Something in his brain registered that the hands weren't quite right. They weren't long enough, they were wider and more callused then they should be. The grip was just a bit lighter then normal, but before his mind could tell him that something was off he was filled.
~*~Charlie pushed himself into his former boy roughly. He couldn't help himself. He knew that Severus was watching him, making sure he fucked the green-eyed man just as hard as he had instructed. Nothing about him was submissive, but there was something about Severus Snape that made him submit. Maybe it was the air of danger that surrounded him, maybe it was the obedience drilled into his head during his seven years at Hogwarts. More then likely though, it was the man himself that did it. Not the dangerous vibe he gave off or his no nonsense attitude. It was everything about him. The way he spoke, the way he moved, the way he took control of every situation no matter who was involved. It was Severus Snape the man that made Charlie want to get on his knees and do exactly as he was told, not Severus Snape the teacher or Severus Snape the spy.
"Fuck him love. Make him beg for your cock…my cock." The last two words where whispered with a hint of humor.
Charlie bit his lip and pulled out so that only the tip of his cock was inside Harry. When the man under him whimpered he slammed home only to pull out again. He let his hips piston back and forth, fucking the savior of the wizarding world for all he was worth.
~*~Harry felt hands on his face and knew a moment's confusion. Who… he thought to himself before he remembered the conversation he had had with Severus earlier in the week. Don't you understand love? I already have…
"Ch-Charlie? Oh! Yes…" His voiced trailed off as he was fucked harder.
"Lift your self up, I have something for you." The command came out thicker then molasses on a cold day. Harry recognized the arousal in his Masters voice and moaned, the cock in his ass moving faster as he felt the tip of Severus's cock touch his lips. It was slick with pre-cum and ready for him. Opening his mouth wide swallowed it down.
~*~When the hot moist tunnel that was Harry's throat closed over the head of his cock Severus started talking. His voice, rich and smooth, was an aphrodisiac for the men before him. He could feel it in the way Harry's teeth scrapped against his shaft lightly as Charlie slammed into him harder then he had been before.
"Look at his Charlie, our boy. He's such a little whore for our cocks. I'll bet he is tightening his hole for you right now isn't he? I thought so. His arse in the air like that, he can't help it you know. He is a slut by nature. Show him a cock and he just has to take it. Look at his lips wrapped around me. He has never had two cocks at once before, but did you see him hesitate? Not for even a second. I could probably join you in his arse and he would love it. Mmm yes, that's it pet. Just like that. Suck my cock. Do you want him to fuck you harder? His cock is perfect, so thick. It felt good in my hand. You liked that didn't you Charlie? My hand on your cock… I know you did. I felt you shiver while I kissed your neck and stroked you. I can see in your eyes that you know what I am talking about. You want to be here where Harry is don't you? With your ass in the air while I fuck your face…Say it. Say you want me to fuck your mouth. Beg me to -."
"Please. I want to taste your cock Severus." Shock mingled with lust in Charlie's eyes as the words left his mouth.
Severus smirked and pulled his cock from Harry's mouth. With measured steps he walked around his pet and stood in front of Charlie. His long cock bobbing in the air, Harry's spit glistening on the tip.
"Suck me."
Charlie leaned forward and swallowed the cock to it's root. He pumped his head twice before he felt his balls swell. With the urgency of a man who was about to get everything he wanted he sucked and fuck. His balls slapped against Harry's, his nose pressed against Severus's groin and with a groan he came. His mind barely registering the fact that Harry came at the same time.
Severus pulled his cock from the red heads mouth and exploded. His thick cum covering the freckles that were so prevalent in anyone with the last name Weasley.