Kink Bingo - Orgasm Denial
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setos_puppyTitle: Gift
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing/Characters: Severus Snape/Harry Potter
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 982
Warning: Bareback, rimming, felching
Summary: Harry has a present for their anniversary
Disclaimer: Not mine they belong to J.K. Rowling
Notes: Part of my endeavor into![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
kink_bingo for my Orgasm Denial square.
Dedication: Dedicated to snark
Harry was in an ecstatic mixture of pleasure and pain. When Severus had asked him what he had wanted for their anniversary present, this was most surely not what he had imagined. He had heard the other teasing him about his stamina, about potions that could block orgasm for as long as five hours without any damage to the body. The idea had nagged at Harry, because as much as he loved being fucked, he had an embarrassingly quick response time – it wasn't really his fault, he thought, he was still young at twenty – but he had wanted something different and new for their anniversary and he had decided that Severus' so called endurance potion would be the perfect gift. For both of them.
They were rolling into their third hour, he was pretty sure. He couldn't really recall. Time had sort of stopped existing after his sixth staved off orgasm. Everything inside of him was on fire and he could feel every touch a thousand fold. He gave a muted groan and a quiet noise of want as he felt three fingers pressed inside of him, where he could feel the stickiness of the older man's release pooling against his thighs in a way he was sure would have been unpleasant if he wasn't so turned on.
“Wish you could see yourself,” Sev murmured, tongue snaking over the skin of his inner thigh as he worked his three fingers apart with his own groan of pleasure. “Flushed and full of my come. Gods, you're beautiful...”
Harry whined high as a fourth finger pressed against his hole before nudging inside. He tried to pull his knees together in a flash of shame as he felt a gush of come rush from him but a hard bite to his hip stopped him. Severus was making quiet, wordless soothing noises as he pressed kisses against his his stomach.
“Sev, please...”
“Soon, I promise.”
Harry threw his head back against the pillows and flexed his fingers against the cool iron of the headboard. His cheeks were wet and he wasn't sure if it was from tears or sweat or maybe both but all he knew was he never felt this good and this frustrated before. He really, really loved Severus.
He moved with the gentle guidance his lover provided and felt a pillow nudge up under the small of his back. One of his legs was hooked over Severus' shoulders and Harry's hands clenched hard at the bars of the headboard in anticipation. He felt long, strong fingers cup over his arse and without any warning or hesitation a hot mouth was against his entrance and licking with strong, firm, broad presses of a wicked tongue.
Harry wailed and bowed his back.
He was going to die.
He was sure he was babbling utter nonsense as his head thrashed from side to side and his toes curled. If he hadn't been crying earlier he certainly was now. Elegant fingers wrapped around his aching prick and started to stroke in sure jerks. Harry was making quiet “huh” “huh” “huh” sounds between pleading whimpers as he lifted his hips towards the dual sensations, completely lost.
He opened his eyes when the mouth against him moved away and watched with bleary eyes as Severus unstoppered a bottle with his teeth – Harry made a weak note to tease about that later – and downed the ice blue liquid with a silken swallow. He felt Severus' hand twist over the head of his cock and lightly roll back the foreskin before his mouth closed over the head. Harry's knees locked around Severus' head and he let out a shaking sob. All it took was another long, hard pull on him and he was coming.
He was sure he was coming in floods. His body was shaking and jerking with every aching pulse of his cock. Severus was flush against him now, whispering in his ear and kissing his sweaty temple as he jerked him through his mind-numbing orgasm with sure, strong movements. Harry managed a soft, wheezing gasp of a sob that was his lover's name before he went limp and blackness collapsed on him.
When Harry drifted into being hours or years later he felt like he had been dragged through hell on the back of a dragon. His whole body ached in the most pleasant, tiring way and he gave a soft moan. Gentle hands were rubbing circles in his shoulders and Harry stirred, realizing he had been unbound and rolled onto his stomach. His body felt damp and tingled with the familiar feel of a cleansing spell as well as the warmth of a cloth.
“Sev'rus?”
The pressure against his back stopped and Harry felt himself being lifted into strong arms. He smiled against the bare shoulder that was under his head and slowly opened his eyes. The lighting in the room was soft and he smiled tiredly. He got a smile in return and a kiss to the forehead before his mouth was guided to a glass of cold water. Harry's limbs felt watery and heavy but he brought up his arms to clutch at the glass with one clumsy hand and drank.
“Do you want to talk?”
Harry made a small shake of his head before he finished the drink and pulled his mouth away when he drained the glass. He loved this, the concern after particularly rough, or new play in bed. The way Severus seemed to always know exactly what he needed and tended to it. He let himself be guided to lie back down and he wiggled his way into a comfortable position before he was covered in a blanket and a kiss was pressed to his neck.
“Love you, brat.”
Harry's mouth curved lazily. “Love you, too.”
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing/Characters: Severus Snape/Harry Potter
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 982
Warning: Bareback, rimming, felching
Summary: Harry has a present for their anniversary
Disclaimer: Not mine they belong to J.K. Rowling
Notes: Part of my endeavor into
kink_bingo for my Orgasm Denial square.Dedication: Dedicated to snark
Harry was in an ecstatic mixture of pleasure and pain. When Severus had asked him what he had wanted for their anniversary present, this was most surely not what he had imagined. He had heard the other teasing him about his stamina, about potions that could block orgasm for as long as five hours without any damage to the body. The idea had nagged at Harry, because as much as he loved being fucked, he had an embarrassingly quick response time – it wasn't really his fault, he thought, he was still young at twenty – but he had wanted something different and new for their anniversary and he had decided that Severus' so called endurance potion would be the perfect gift. For both of them.
They were rolling into their third hour, he was pretty sure. He couldn't really recall. Time had sort of stopped existing after his sixth staved off orgasm. Everything inside of him was on fire and he could feel every touch a thousand fold. He gave a muted groan and a quiet noise of want as he felt three fingers pressed inside of him, where he could feel the stickiness of the older man's release pooling against his thighs in a way he was sure would have been unpleasant if he wasn't so turned on.
“Wish you could see yourself,” Sev murmured, tongue snaking over the skin of his inner thigh as he worked his three fingers apart with his own groan of pleasure. “Flushed and full of my come. Gods, you're beautiful...”
Harry whined high as a fourth finger pressed against his hole before nudging inside. He tried to pull his knees together in a flash of shame as he felt a gush of come rush from him but a hard bite to his hip stopped him. Severus was making quiet, wordless soothing noises as he pressed kisses against his his stomach.
“Sev, please...”
“Soon, I promise.”
Harry threw his head back against the pillows and flexed his fingers against the cool iron of the headboard. His cheeks were wet and he wasn't sure if it was from tears or sweat or maybe both but all he knew was he never felt this good and this frustrated before. He really, really loved Severus.
He moved with the gentle guidance his lover provided and felt a pillow nudge up under the small of his back. One of his legs was hooked over Severus' shoulders and Harry's hands clenched hard at the bars of the headboard in anticipation. He felt long, strong fingers cup over his arse and without any warning or hesitation a hot mouth was against his entrance and licking with strong, firm, broad presses of a wicked tongue.
Harry wailed and bowed his back.
He was going to die.
He was sure he was babbling utter nonsense as his head thrashed from side to side and his toes curled. If he hadn't been crying earlier he certainly was now. Elegant fingers wrapped around his aching prick and started to stroke in sure jerks. Harry was making quiet “huh” “huh” “huh” sounds between pleading whimpers as he lifted his hips towards the dual sensations, completely lost.
He opened his eyes when the mouth against him moved away and watched with bleary eyes as Severus unstoppered a bottle with his teeth – Harry made a weak note to tease about that later – and downed the ice blue liquid with a silken swallow. He felt Severus' hand twist over the head of his cock and lightly roll back the foreskin before his mouth closed over the head. Harry's knees locked around Severus' head and he let out a shaking sob. All it took was another long, hard pull on him and he was coming.
He was sure he was coming in floods. His body was shaking and jerking with every aching pulse of his cock. Severus was flush against him now, whispering in his ear and kissing his sweaty temple as he jerked him through his mind-numbing orgasm with sure, strong movements. Harry managed a soft, wheezing gasp of a sob that was his lover's name before he went limp and blackness collapsed on him.
When Harry drifted into being hours or years later he felt like he had been dragged through hell on the back of a dragon. His whole body ached in the most pleasant, tiring way and he gave a soft moan. Gentle hands were rubbing circles in his shoulders and Harry stirred, realizing he had been unbound and rolled onto his stomach. His body felt damp and tingled with the familiar feel of a cleansing spell as well as the warmth of a cloth.
“Sev'rus?”
The pressure against his back stopped and Harry felt himself being lifted into strong arms. He smiled against the bare shoulder that was under his head and slowly opened his eyes. The lighting in the room was soft and he smiled tiredly. He got a smile in return and a kiss to the forehead before his mouth was guided to a glass of cold water. Harry's limbs felt watery and heavy but he brought up his arms to clutch at the glass with one clumsy hand and drank.
“Do you want to talk?”
Harry made a small shake of his head before he finished the drink and pulled his mouth away when he drained the glass. He loved this, the concern after particularly rough, or new play in bed. The way Severus seemed to always know exactly what he needed and tended to it. He let himself be guided to lie back down and he wiggled his way into a comfortable position before he was covered in a blanket and a kiss was pressed to his neck.
“Love you, brat.”
Harry's mouth curved lazily. “Love you, too.”
