As always, these characters do not belong to me. They are the property of J.K. Rowling and all that jazz...
It had been years since the last time Charlie had had a man cum on his face. There were times when he was with Harry, and even the submissive partners he'd had before the boy who lived, when cum would end up on his chin, lips or cheeks. When it happened he would just lean over so that his face was near his pet's mouth. His lovers were always trained well enough to know that it was their job to remove the secretions from his face.
He knew though, that it was not a good idea to demand Severus lick the semen off of his face. As far as Charlie could tell he had two options. He could clean it off using a spell or some other means or he could pull out of Harry and let him remove the spunk. Feeling dirty and ever so wicked he pulled out of Harry's arse and looked up at Severus.
"May I…?" His voice was tentative, as though he was unsure of the older mans feelings on that matter.
Severus let his eyes linger on Charlie for a moment before he nodded. "Take off your blind fold."
Charlie looked at Harry and smiled as he watched his boy move with a quickness that was nothing but natural. He would love to be the one who could claim responsibility for Harry's lightning reactions, but it wasn't so. Harry's reflexes and quick fire reactions were hard won from a life of fighting and abuse.
"Come here love." Charlie said in a low voice, his eyes locked on his former pet.
Harry turned on his knees and moved into the small space that separated the two of them. He could see the spunk on Charlie's freckled face and knew what was required of him. With a grin he lifted up on his knees and opened his mouth. His tongue, pink and long, traced the lines that Severus had painted. Harry let his eyes drift closed as he licked up the mess. The taste of Severus was strong and pungent. The musk that usually held lightly to the Potions Master skin was more prevalent in his semen. Harry loved the flavor and attacked Charlie's face with gusto. He could taste the tang that was Charlie's own personal flavor as well. Separately the men each tasted wonderful, but together they produced a taste that Harry found heavenly.
"Mmm." A moan of approval left Harry's throat and his tongue captured the last of Severus's mess. "You taste so good Sir."
"I know." Severus and Charlie replied at the same time. The Potions Master raised an eyebrow and smirked.
"I have a feeling that he was referring to me this time Charlie." His voice was soft and the slightest hint of a tease. "I am the Master this evening. But I get the feeling that you already figured that out didn't you?"
Charlie bit his lip and looked at Harry. The green eyes that he loved so much were bright with curiosity and something he didn't quiet recognize. Harry lifted his head a fraction of an inch and a smile ghosted across his lips. The movements, though small and seemingly insignificant, told him that what he needed to do was alright. They let him know that Harry wouldn't be disappointed in his choice.
"Yes Sir. I figured it out." His voice far more calm then he could have imagined.
~*~"Did you pick anything up for Supper pet?" Severus asked from his position on the floor. He lay, naked, on his belly while Charlie ran his fingers slowly along the wode colored skin of his back and shoulders.
"No Sir. I thought that after we had finished playing we could go to the pub. I know you like their steak and kidney pie and I have been craving a Guinness myself." Harry bit his lip and looked at his Masters face. "Can we go? I have some pasta and salad fixings if you would rather stay home but-."
"Babbling is usually unattractive, but with you… I find it adorable. Have I ever told you that?" Harry felt himself blush at the other mans words. "If it would please you and Charlie has no objections then we can go."
Severus felt the fingers on his back still for a moment. "That's fine with me. It's close enough to The Burrow that I can just walk there after supper. I can floo home from there."
Severus turned onto his back and looked at Charlie silently before turning his head to look at his lover. The look of confusion on Harry's face spoke volumes and it was all the confirmation he needed. "Do you need to return to Hogwarts for a specific reason?"
"Well, my bed is there. I can sleep at my parents place or I can go home. I love my parents, but my bed is more comfortable then the one in my old room."
Severus closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. For some reason he had assumed that Charlie Weasley understood that when he had invited him to join them it had been for the entire weekend. "Why do you feel the need to sleep in your own bed when there is a perfectly good bed, that I can assure you will fit all of us, in the other room?"
A light blush stained Charlie's cheeks and Harry leaned in and kissed him. His lips light on the red headed mans. "Do you have any idea how adorable you are when you blush? We want you to stay. You have to come back this way on Sunday anyway for Easter supper at The Burrow. Why not stay and have fun with us until then?"
Charlie looked from Harry to Severus. The Potions Masters black eyes were shining and it was obvious he was trying not to smile. "If you are both sure that you want me to stay…"
Severus leaned in and ran a finger along Charlie's jaw. "If you don't stay then I am going to have to stretch our boy all on my own, and were would the fun in that be."
~*~The Slaughtered Lamb was loud and crowded, the Friday evening crowd having already arrived. Harry made his way to the jukebox while Severus and Charlie settled at a round table near the bar. Charlie let his eyes linger on Harry's arse in the tight jeans he was wearing. The hem of his shirt lifted ever so slightly as he leaned in to look over the song catalogue. A slip of naturally tanned skin came into view and Charlie groaned.
"He is beautiful isn't he?" Severus asked as he watched Charlie watching Harry. "I have been meaning to ask you why you gave him up. He told me that it was your choice. Did you have a reason?"
Charlie sighed and turned to look at Snape. Blue eyes met black and he smiled weakly. "The distance was an issue. He deserved to be more then an occasional toy. My work at the Dragon Reserve didn't give me a lot of time that I could spend with him. Our relationship got to the point where I needed to give him a commitment or back off. A commitment meant more then one weekend a month and a few hours a night every few weeks. He needed someone who could give him more then that. So I let him go. As much as it pains me to say it, he is happy with you. I am glad. It's obvious that he has some serious feelings for you."
"The feelings are mutual. Thank you for walking away." The emotions in Severus's dark eyes made something inside Charlie flutter. "I am glad you agreed to stay the weekend. I have…plans for the three of us."
Their waitress stopped and took their drink orders as Harry made his way over to their table. The pub wasn't overly large but it took him longer to get there then was normal, his progress slowed by a man in a Harrington jacket holding a half full pint glass. It was obvious to both Charlie and Severus that the man was hitting on their boy. They watched Harry shake his head before attempting to continue his trek to their table. The man stepped into Harry's path and said something that caused a smile. A smile that didn't meet the eyes that Charlie and Severus loved so much. Again Harry shook his head and moved to walk away. Instead of stepping into his path again, the man lifted his and cupped Harry's cheek. His thumb caressing the green eyed mans bottom lip.
Charlie felt Severus tense and put his hand on the man's knee. With a softly mumbled I've got it he stood and walked up to the man who was blocking Harry's path.
"Pardon me mate but that is my boyfriend you are chatting up." Charlie slipped his arm around Harry's waist. "Master is waiting for us at the table love. We really shouldn't test his patience. He is liable to get a bit irritated."
~*~Severus could hear Harry and Charlie walking up the path to the front door and smiled to himself. They knew he was up to something when he left them at the pub with a command to follow him in half and hour. There was a rattle of a key in the lock and then the sounds of heavy footsteps as his boys made their way down the hall and into the sitting room. Their conversation faded into silence as they took in the site that greeted them. All of the furniture was gone. Severus stood, stripped to the waist, in the center of the room. Less then a foot behind and on either side of his were two poles. They stretched from floor to ceiling and had a series of large silver rings protruding out at different heights. A series of chains and cuffs rested along side a coiled piece of leather on a low table to the left of the poles. A thin wooden cane rested against the table's side. The light colored wood caught the light from the fire and for a moment it looked as though the cane was glowing.
"Do refrain from gawking gentleman." Severus said. His voice was hard and sharp. They both knew that tone. It was the one that was used when a student needed to be punished. Something told the men that while they weren't students any longer, they were most assuredly going to be punished.
Charlie paused for a millisecond and considered what was about to happen. While he enjoyed pain, his tastes ran towards sadism. The idea of taking the cane that was resting so casually against the table made his stomach churn slightly. In for a penny in for a pound he thought to himself as he started removing his clothing.
Harry waited for Charlie to strip before he banished the discarded clothing and removed his own. He had seen the poles before, but in Severus's rooms as opposed to his sitting room. His cock twitched as he remembered the feeling of the cane on his arse and thighs. The leather strap that lay coiled on the table had been used twice on his back and shoulders. It was something that was saved for when he was feeling particularly masochistic. He knew that it was on the table for Charlie's benefit. It was something that would arouse the red headed man when it was in use. He knew that Charlie wasn't a true bottom. He liked to watch and take part in dominance. The idea of being abused in the most pleasant sense of the word, right in front of Charlie excited him.
"Harry. Come here." The command was soft but firm. Harry dropped to his knees and made his way across the floor until he was at his Master's feet.
Severus let his fingers trail through Harry's hair, the silky strands too much of a temptation to ignore when they caught the firelight. "Remove the binder from the table."
With a glance at Charlie the Potions Master sneered. "Get over here."
~*~In the eight years he had been involved in the S and M scene Charlie had never had the tables turned on him. When he was first starting out his sexual partners were older men who taught him the ropes from the bottom. They let him know what they wanted and then let him explore his own desires. Once, while talking to a few friends in a club, he had been told that many people thought that the best tops had been bottoms for a time themselves. While he didn't have anything to say on the subject one way or another, he knew that being the submissive partner in a sexual relationship was just not his cup of tea. It had never occurred to him that maybe, just maybe, he would like being on his knees for someone. It never crossed his mind that he would one day be sitting on the floor in a former pet's sitting room with his arms bound behind his back in soft yet strong leather.
He had been sitting with his arms bound for half and hour before Harry was secured to the poles. The green eyed mans wrists and ankles had been lovingly placed in cuffs before being attached to the metal hoops at the top and bottom of the poles. Severus had proven himself to be a traditional Dom. His refusal to use magic while he prepared his pet made something akin to admiration pool low in the red heads belly. It was obvious that the Potions Master enjoyed taking his time. Enjoyed doing things the "muggle" way. It really is understandable Charlie thought as he watched Severus run a pale hand along Harry's naked thigh. It was clear that his Master for the night enjoyed the preparations just as much as he enjoyed the actual play.
Charlie moaned as he watched Severus part Harry's cheeks and exposed the pink hole that was hidden between them. The sound was unanticipated and completely against the rules.
"We don't allow voyeurs to comment do we pet? What is the phrase…oh yes; there will be no comments from the peanut gallery. Rest assured that you are, in fact, the proverbial peanut gallery. I do not mind a vocal toy, but your moaning and groaning is a distraction. One that I do not feel like dealing with this evening."
His monologue was punctuated by fluid movement as he picked something up off of the table and make his way across the floor to Charlie. "Open your mouth."
The bitter flavor of rubber assaulted his tongue as he felt Severus secure the gag's leather straps at the base of his skull. For a brief moment those long white fingers that had been caressing Harry's thigh settled in the thick red hair on top of Charlie's head.
"That's a good boy." The words were soft, but he knew that Harry had heard them as well. There was no escaping the fact that his former lover knew he was gladly submitting to the former Death Eater. Somewhere deep inside his mind an irritating voice that sounded rather like Percy was telling him that it should bother him. He told the voice to fuck off and focused his attention on the men in front of him.
~*~The cane that had been resting against the table found a new home in Severus's long fingered grip. It was thin and light and felt ever so smooth against his palm. It was a recent purchase, something he had acquired with Harry in mind, but he loved it like it had been his possession for years. With a sadistic smile he ran the tip down the crack of Harry's ass. Twin golden cheeks trembled and a muffled moan came from behind him. He had lied when he told Charlie that noise was a distraction. The dragon keeper's moans egged him on. They made him hard and increased his desire to use the cane in his hand.
"Ten to start with. Count them out."
~*~Seven words, a slight pause and then a whistle that morphed into fire when it came in contact with his sweat glistened skin.
"One!" Harry shouted as the wood landed in the exact center of his cheeks. The pain was almost alive, the way it blossomed across his skin made his breath hitch.
A moment later the whistle sounded again, signaling the cane's decent. "Two!"
Severus stopped for a moment to run a finger over the two welts. "He skin does look so lovely when marked. Don't you agree?"
Harry heard a garbled response from behind him and moaned. He loved that he was being watched. It was a turn on to know that the two men watching him were also enjoying his pain.
The third strike landed with more force then the first two. It's landing zone made obvious by the angry red welt that crossed the others in a weak attempt at forming a 'Z'. Harry hissed the word three just as the fourth blow fell.
Severus look his time after the fourth hit. He paused between each strike to caress the tortured skin of Harry's arse. He paused to rub his cloth-covered erection in Charlie's face. He filled the space between blows by pinching Harry's nipples and tugging on Charlie's balls. He tormented his lovers with his cane and with his actions until they were both moaning and begging, unintelligibly in Charlie's case, for more.
When the last stripe landed Severus set the cane aside and leaned in until his face was level with Harry's arse.
"Come here." He said, his voice low and firm. Charlie moved forward on his knees until he was less then a foot from Harry and Severus. The green-eyed man sucked in a breath as the welts on his arse were pinched. "Sooth his marks. Use your tongue."
Twin groans filled the air as Charlie's tongue came in contact with Harry's skin.