A Lesson Learned

Harry thought he knew what torture was. He was wrong! He really didn’t have a clue. Forget the fact that Lord Voldemort had held him prisoner for a month before he found an escape. Lord Voldemort the man he unknowingly defeated at the tender age of 4 months old. Ever since then Harry had been at the top of Voldemort’s hit list. Let’s not forget the fact that he had been held in St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries the equivalent of a Muggle (non-magical being) hospital for another month before he was allowed to return to civilization after his escape. When someone mentioned St. Mungo’s in Harry’s presence he once muttered that Voldemort had treated him better. But those experiences were nothing compared to what one Severus Snape could do when he put his mind to it.

Harry had made the mistake of mocking Severus’ “ability”. Feeling appropriately affronted Severus had set about to prove to him just what he could do given the proper motivation. Harry walked into their bedroom intent on getting some rest before his evening meeting at the Ministry when he felt a spell about a hair’s breath before he could react to it. He did not hear the whispered incantation but he did feel its effects. His skin had suddenly become hypersensitive to every nuance. Every disturbance of air felt like a caress. Suddenly his clothes that once provided protection from the elements were now instruments for his torment. He heard the “Petrificus Totalus” followed by “Mobilicorpus” before he hit the floor. His senses were confused by all the spells but the overall affect had his body yearning. He vaguely realized the bed was under him when he heard, “Finite Incantatum” in that deep, silky, bedroom voice that never failed to get a rise out of him. He gasped when he realized the first enchantment had not ended and the air shifted as he sat up. The feel of his clothes, the satin of the sheets under his hands and the air around him was driving him insane. Another whisper and Harry found himself spread eagle across the bed with invisible bonds holding him in place. It was then he saw Severus’ reflection in the mirror. Severus was sitting calmly with his wand in hand. Severus afore went his usual attire and was sitting in a soft white shirt and tailored but loose pants. Harry took in the penetrating stare, the sardonic twist to Severus’ mouth, gentle but controlled movement of Severus’ chest and he knew he was in for it. The look in Severus’ eyes seemed to smolder. The intensity of the stare seemed to cause it.

Another incantation and suddenly Harry’s clothes had lives of their own. In their excitement they began to shimmy and slide against Harry’s skin. Harry couldn’t help but groan as his body reacted to the rough cotton and smooth velvet. If he could he would have doubled over from the sensation. Instead he lay spread eagle and helpless as his clothes figured out how to remove themselves from his body. All the while his clothes were caressing and fondling his skin. Each article leaving him breathless and aching, he thought he would die when his boxers realized they could move. When his clothes finally found their freedom they fell lifelessly to the floor and Harry was gasping as bliss reverberated throughout his body.

Then Severus waved his wand and a small wind traveled into the room. Harry was suddenly assaulted by ghost-like touches that floated across his body. Some breezes felt like small finger licks of flame. Others felt like waves of cool water gently lapping against his body. The unpredictability of the wind and its touches left Harry quivering and gasping. The winds were everywhere and nowhere all at once. Harry didn’t realize he was lying on a cushion of air until a strong wind blew across his perineum and he arched into the air.

Harry moaned when he felt a searing heat cup his balls. He was barely aware of Severus kneeling on the bed between his thighs. The difference between the air and human contact was extreme. The gentle warmth created by the wind was obliterated by Severus’ body heat. Harry knew he should have come by now but it seems that one of the invisible bonds on him was also a cock ring charm. All Harry could do was feel and try to live through what ever Severus had in mind. When Severus’ mouth swept over his arse his eyes rolled back into his head. Severus continued exploring Harry’s body at a leisurely pace. If he could have moved Harry would have long since flipped Severus over and taken what he wanted. Harry had no control here and was forcibly surrendered to Severus’ will. Severus’ will was that he should be fully immersed in feeling and submission. Unable to do anything other than receive Harry finally let himself go. Besides whatever Severus was doing with his tongue made that decision so much better. The feeling of Severus tongue deep in his arse was exquisite. Severus’ tongue had become the focal point of his pleasure. Where ever Severus’ tongue went that incredible heat followed. Harry was slowly losing himself in warmth.

A deep moan left Harry’s mouth when that tongue left him but the scream that left his mouth when Severus inserted two fingers deep in his arse and brushed his prostate had to have been heard in Astronomy Tower. That’s when he started to beg. When Severus heard something he liked he would turn his attention to a different part of Harry’s body. By the time Severus attentions returned to his cock words had no meaning to Harry. Severus systematically broke down every part of his body. His body had just become an extension of his cock. He was just a mass of nerves honed to one point of pleasure and that point was Severus. It was at this point when he saw Severus undress. Harry didn’t think he could be any more aroused but when Severus gracefully opened his shirt and took off his pants he almost lost it. He did lose it when he watched Severus prepare himself to finally enter Harry’s body. Harry felt as if he were and instrument and Severus was the tuning fork. What ever Severus did his body reacted, as if it were trying to align itself to Severus’ wishes. Severus untied his hair allowing the longer locks to fall free and then he positioned himself between Harry’s legs. In one long thrust he entered Harry’s body. Harry arched and screamed and Severus wasted no time and slammed into Harry hard and fast. Harry was hoarse from screaming so much. His body was rippling with pleasure every time Severus moved. Not realizing the spell holding his legs apart was released until he noticed his legs where wrapped around Severus’ waist trying to pull Severus deeper into him. It was then Severus grabbed his legs pulled them apart and bent his legs so his thighs were resting on the sides of his stomach and chest. The position opened him further and changed the angle so Severus would hit his prostate with every thrust. Harry was helpless to this punishing assault to his person when Severus changed the angle after so much time and not having had a release Harry blacked out.

Harry’s body turned into itself to achieve its release. When Harry came too he realized Severus had not stopped. The pressure in the lower half of his body was there but not. Severus was now thrusting in long slow movements. Harry rode the most incredible wave of pleasure. He felt as if he was floating in orgasmic cloud. Severus had taken him to a new realm pleasure where every stroke sent him to a higher and higher; unable to physically release he did so mentally. It was in this space that Harry knew who he was and who his lover was to him. Unknown to Harry his eyes began to tear as he became overwhelmed by the sheer beauty that he saw in his mind’s eye. He was overwhelmed by the love he felt for this man and understood the depth of love that was returned to him. He realized he could move when he found his arms wrapped tightly around Severus who was still sheathed within in him.

“Finite tangere pellis praebia. ”Severus whispered.
With one slow thrust Severus pulled out and then gently hit Harry’s prostate. Harry’s entire body froze and Severus looked deep into Harry’s eyes and within moments he was coming harder than he thought possible. Before he passed into oblivion he vaguely heard Severus follow him before he gave himself over to the sweet oblivion that called to him.

When Harry woke he had no concept of time or place. He vaguely recognized the dungeons. All he could do was feel the aches in his body especially his arse. Feeling the absence of the warmth that usually accompanied his slow journey to wakefulness Harry finally stirred. He Accio’d his robe and glasses. Walking into the sitting room he frowned as he saw Severus absently sipping tea and marking scrolls. Leaning on the door jam he watched his lover, confidante, and chosen mate work. Harry was envious of a bunch of scrolls that had the power to drag his lover out of bed especially after a night like last night.

“You’ll have some explaining to do at the Ministry.” Severus stated without looking up from his work. Harry nodded absently to the bent head. He was still trying to comprehend the image of the man in front of him now and the man that was over him last night.

“I love you.” Harry paused for a moment before adding, “Just thought you should know.” Severus’ hand paused and then continued writing. Accepting the acknowledgment Harry turned to go to the washroom. He had no idea what he was going to tell the others at the Ministry but after a hot shower and one of Severus’ healing potions he decided he wasn’t going to tell them anything. He just had one of the most intense sexual and loving experiences of his life. No one and nothing was going to make him feel even one iota of disappointment about his behavior. Everyone could go hang.

Harry decided to Apparate instead of Flooing to the Ministry. That way he would have more time to lesson the smile that seemed to be plastered to his face. In the end he gave up. The smile was just not going away. He knew he would get it from Hermione but even the thought of one her tongue lashings still couldn’t get the smile off his face.