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FIC: Study in Silk
Title: Study in Silk
Author:joanwilder (RaeWhit)
Pairing: Severus Snape/Harry Potter
Rating: NC-17 (includes erotic asphyxiation)
Word Count: 385
Genre: PWP
Summary: Kink with a literal twist.
A/N: This was written for the SeverusSighs Yahoo Group 'Kink Night'.
Study in Silk
Harry lay on his side in the bed, his eyes wide and apprehensive, wetting his lips as he let Snape wind the silk length around his neck. It was always like this at the beginning, Harry reminded himself, tamping down the urge to tear the scarf away as he began to wheeze.
"You remember your safe-cue?" Snape asked as he wound the ends of the silk in his fist, slowly rotating his wrist to shorten and tighten it.
Already, Harry couldn't speak, so just nodded, his face beginning to flush.
Snape slipped a hand between Harry's thighs. "Mmmm, you're hard already," he murmured as he pulled the silk tighter with one hand and stroked Harry's cock with the other.
The edges of Harry's vision frayed, as his ears filled with the sound of his heartbeat and a roaring that grew louder with each turn of Snape's wrist, but the insistent pulsing in his groin was his focus now, the back and forth of Snape's hand felt so fucking good, Harry only wanted the silk to squeeze tighter and the high to be higher and his cock…his cock…had never felt so huge and I think this is it I think I'm about to pass out I can't fucking see anymore what was I supposed to do if….
The pressure on his throat was suddenly gone, and Harry gasped out at the same time as he came, arching the front of himself into Snape's hand, still moving, still pulling, still working. For a moment Harry's head ached liked he'd been impaled with a spike through his eye, but it passed, as he gulped in breath after breath. Almost dreamlike, he felt the last of his climax as Snape coaxed him with his fingers, sticky and warm and silky.
As the scarf was unwound, Harry lay limp, until he felt Snape's breath on his face. Opening his eyes slowly, Harry smiled, and saw satisfaction spark in Snape's.
"Well?" Snape muttered against his lips. "Enjoy the ride?"
"Oh yeah," Harry whispered, reaching up to slide the silk away, then used both hands to loop it around Snape's neck. Grabbing both ends, he pulled, jerking Snape closer, then ran his tongue along the line of the man's lips. "Your turn," he murmured.
Snape groaned into his mouth.
fin
Title: Study in Silk
Author:
joanwilder (RaeWhit)Pairing: Severus Snape/Harry Potter
Rating: NC-17 (includes erotic asphyxiation)
Word Count: 385
Genre: PWP
Summary: Kink with a literal twist.
A/N: This was written for the SeverusSighs Yahoo Group 'Kink Night'.
Harry lay on his side in the bed, his eyes wide and apprehensive, wetting his lips as he let Snape wind the silk length around his neck. It was always like this at the beginning, Harry reminded himself, tamping down the urge to tear the scarf away as he began to wheeze.
"You remember your safe-cue?" Snape asked as he wound the ends of the silk in his fist, slowly rotating his wrist to shorten and tighten it.
Already, Harry couldn't speak, so just nodded, his face beginning to flush.
Snape slipped a hand between Harry's thighs. "Mmmm, you're hard already," he murmured as he pulled the silk tighter with one hand and stroked Harry's cock with the other.
The edges of Harry's vision frayed, as his ears filled with the sound of his heartbeat and a roaring that grew louder with each turn of Snape's wrist, but the insistent pulsing in his groin was his focus now, the back and forth of Snape's hand felt so fucking good, Harry only wanted the silk to squeeze tighter and the high to be higher and his cock…his cock…had never felt so huge and I think this is it I think I'm about to pass out I can't fucking see anymore what was I supposed to do if….
The pressure on his throat was suddenly gone, and Harry gasped out at the same time as he came, arching the front of himself into Snape's hand, still moving, still pulling, still working. For a moment Harry's head ached liked he'd been impaled with a spike through his eye, but it passed, as he gulped in breath after breath. Almost dreamlike, he felt the last of his climax as Snape coaxed him with his fingers, sticky and warm and silky.
As the scarf was unwound, Harry lay limp, until he felt Snape's breath on his face. Opening his eyes slowly, Harry smiled, and saw satisfaction spark in Snape's.
"Well?" Snape muttered against his lips. "Enjoy the ride?"
"Oh yeah," Harry whispered, reaching up to slide the silk away, then used both hands to loop it around Snape's neck. Grabbing both ends, he pulled, jerking Snape closer, then ran his tongue along the line of the man's lips. "Your turn," he murmured.
Snape groaned into his mouth.