Something To Write About

Thanks so much to all who reviewed! Please review again! :D

******************************


Seven Months later…

"Oh yeah," Harry burbled excitedly, "we should definitely get one of those!"


Severus scowled at his pregnant partner briefly before turning his attention back to the black leather contraption in the catalogue Harry had clutched in his hot little hand.


"C'mon, Sev," Harry said enthusiastically, "think about it! Think about how much fun we could have with that! I want one! Please, Sev? Please?" He added a slightly whinging tone to his voice and blinked his large emerald eyes at the stern older man.


"You," he announced disdainfully, "do not need anymore "fun" in your condition."


Harry looked momentarily affronted at that, then went back to trying to sway his recalcitrant partner. "My condition is exactly why we should get one," he said reasonably. "It's uncomfortable for me to kneel anymore, my belly is too big for us to do it face to face anymore, and when I sit on you to ride you, you can't get to my cock because of my belly."


Severus' scowl turned all the more fierce, mostly because what the boy said was true. He had a point. The spawn he was carrying was a definite detriment to their sex life.


It had taken a month of nagging, but finally the older man had given in, and now, one was boxed up in the living area – a tangle of netting, wires, ropes, and leather cuffs.


After two frustrated hours – apparently even magic had its limits – the swing swung proudly in the centre of the room. Harry waddled over to it and grumbled, “It’s too high, I can’t get on.”


“Idiot!” Severus snarked tiredly, waving his wand to lower the swing for Harry.


The heavily pregnant boy settled into the netting, smiling as the weight was taken from his swollen feet. “Ohhhh,” he groaned blissfully, “That feels good.”


Severus watched as the boy’s eyes closed and quietly tiptoed away. He had only bought the wretched thing to please Harry. His own kinks didn’t run in that particular direction. Still, he supposed he needed to keep the younger man happy. Hormones were starting to make themselves known and the teacher had come close to hexing his lover on a few occasions already. And things would only get worser!


Still, the boy's words did ring true, Severus thought, and he had looked rather fetching suspended in the air with his legs spread impossibly wide...


He could only look more so without any clothes...


With a smirk, Severus pulled his wand, turned to where Harry was now again standing, looking at the swing wistfully. With a flick of his wrist, he vanished Harry's clothes


"Into the swing," he commanded, "I paid enough for this contraption. We shall see if I've received my galleons’ worth!"


Harry, ever eager to oblige, climbed aboard and lay back, his legs splayed open wantonly, exposing everything to his lover, cock hard and hole twitching in anticipation, as the swing gently swayed him back and forth.


Severus' smirk turned lecherous as he was seized by a momentary vision of himself impaling his young lover again and again on the stiff rod of his own cock, swinging him back and forth as he plunged in and out, in and out.


Harry felt a shiver race through him at the look on the older man's face, and felt his already twitching hole begin to clench madly.


"Ooh, Sev......" he groaned lustfully, "do it.....come and fuck me! Now!"


In the few steps it took to reach the enticing boy, Severus cast spells to vanish his own clothes, lube himself, lube Harry's winking and welcoming hole, and reinforce the hooks holding the swing to the ceiling, He intended to do exactly what Harry asked. Fuck him. Impale the boy over and over, fuck him hard enough that they both screamed. Oh yes!


Severus grasped Harry by his throbbing cock, using it as a lever to pull the boy closer as he aimed his own shaft straight at that tempting pink pucker. Swiftly, his aim true, he skewered his pregnant partner with his leaking prick, sliding home all in one go.


Harry let out an excited yelp and immediately clenched his ass tightly around the invader, thrusting his own hips into the vise grip the older man had on his cock.


"That's it! That's it!," he moaned throatily, "fuck me, Sev! Hard! Pound me, Lover!"


Using Harry's own throbbing prick as a joystick to direct his own pleasure, Severus swung the boy away, and then back again, revelling in the feel of Harry's hot and tight channel reaming open for him each time he was pulled back.


Harry began to wail loudly, his toes curling, his passage clenching madly around Severus' thick shaft when he occupied it, his pucker twitching greedily for more when it was empty. His own lust and need leaked out of the end of his cock, running down to coat the fingers that gripped it so tightly. It eased the way when Severus began to add a jerk of his fist each time he pulled Harry to him to puncture his pucker. Harry felt the smack on his balls each time their bodies joined, and it drove his already overwhelmed senses into overdrive. It was like being fucked, spanked, and wanked off at the same time! The only thing that could make it better would be if .....but wait, he was a wizard! Wandlessly, he conjured nipple clamps for his own stiff, pink and sensitive nipples, and a leather strapped ball gag for his own mouth. Happily he moaned around it. He'd buckled it on tight too.


Severus gave a gut wrenching growl at these new attractions, and thrust his own hips viciously on the next downstroke, letting Harry know he appreciated his efforts.


"Umphf! Ojadmf miaduc 'ee aerser!" Harry moaned encouragingly around the huge ball occupying his mouth.


"Oh, do not worry, Pet," Severus chuckled evilly, his breath coming in great gasps, "You.Will. Scream. Even...with that....gag!" He gave a long, low groan himself as Harry clenched tightly in acknowledgement.


Severus felt his balls begin to draw up, and he tightened his grip on Harry's steadily leaking cock, jerking his hand faster and faster in time to his brutal thrusts into Harry's rectum. He held the boy close now, one hand manhandling a plump buttock, whilst the other furiously worked the young, throbbing shaft, all the while keeping up a punishing pace into the younger man's pulsing channel.


Harry continued to moan and gibber madly around the ball he'd gagged himself with, eyes squeezed shut, hips snapping wildly despite the bulk of his belly. He was in paradise, floating in the air and being thoroughly reamed on his lover's thick, hot shaft. He loved this swing!


Severus, his breath coming in ragged gulps, hovered on the edge of his release, pounding furiously, jerking crazily, his balls impossibly tight against his body, his own asshole twitching between his cheeks in anticipation of what just may be the most intense orgasm of his life. Just...a.....little....more!


Concentrating, he cast a silent spell to tighten the clamps on Harry's luscious nipples, making the boy shriek out around the stuffing in his mouth, at the same time making his body jerk in surprise, his channel contracting brutally around Severus' engorged cock. It was what he needed. One…last....violent....thrust and.....


"Haaaaaarrrrryyyyyy"!!!!


He screamed his release, pumping the tight ass of his young lover full of hot, thick spunk. He could feel it bathing his own cock in warmth.


He squeezed and twisted his hand around the hot dick of his partner, and was rewarded with a warm and sticky spattering of come from Harry as he shot his load with a loud keening wail.


Severus vanished the gag, and listened to Harry sing out his climax. It almost made him hard again!


Not quite, however, and he leaned forward, panting heavily, and kissed the mound of Harry's stomach that jutted up between them.


"That was......indeed......one of your......better.....ideas, Mr. Potter," he informed the limp and whimpering boy.


Harry sifted his fingers through the silky black hair of the man who knew how to treat him right and sighed contentedly, momentarily sated, and feeling rather chuffed with himself over the compliment.

But their warm afterglow was not to be enjoyed.


A loud knocking came from the dungeon door, the twinkling voice of none other than Albus Dumbledore floating through after it.


"Severus? Are you and Harry busy? I wish to speak to you about the house elves. They've begged me not to be made to clean your quarters. Seems they've been spooked somehow."


Severus and Harry exchanged one look of terror before Severus' face contorted into a thunderous scowl.


"That blasted old coot!" he growled and disengaged himself from Harry with a thick sounding squelch!


"One. Moment. Albus!" Severus ground out, and hurriedly set about putting them to rights with a quick Scourgify that made Harry yelp becomingly, as well as clothing them both decently.


Scowl properly in place on the older man's face, a vacuous smile on the younger man's, they turned to face the Headmaster as Severus took down the wards enabling him to enter.


"Severus," the old wizard said pleasantly, "Harry. You're looking rather...rosy today."


"Get on with it, Albus! " Severus snapped before Harry could answer.


"Ah, yes, well, you see, the elves........" The old man trailed off and Severus followed his eyes as they travelled up and down, a rather confused expression clouding his face.


"Erm....Severus......what is that exactly?" the old wizard enquired.

Blast!!!!! Severus thought with dawning horror. The swing! The goddamned swing! In his hurry to clean them up, he'd forgotten that!!!

Harry turned a spectacular shade of Gryffindor red, but Severus silenced him with a ferocious look. All they needed was for the boy to start babbling!


The Potions Master cast about frantically in his head for an appropriate lie, but of course none was forthcoming! What was the use of being a bloody spy if he couldn't conjure a lie....Ah! Perhaps this would do!


"That Albus," he said with a confidence he didn't feel, "is an exercising apparatus for Harry."


"Wha-a-a....?!" the startled Boy Wonder began, but Severus quickly cast a silent Silencing Charm on him. Harry's eyes remained wide, but he smiled shakily at the older man, nodding his head enthusiastically.


"Is that so?" the old man said thoughtfully, walking around the hanging contraption as he inspected it. "It looks remarkably like what was called a "sex swing" in my day."


Harry's eyes nearly bulged out of his head at that, his face flaming to a deep scarlet colour, screaming silently in revulsion as he shuddered and watched the caster of his Silencing Spell slither quietly to the floor in a dead faint.


Dumbledore, blues twinkling madly, chuckled deeply and nudged a mortified Harry.

"Severus isn't as young as you Harry. You should go easier on him. Perhaps he needs a turn on the "exercise apparatus", eh? To keep fit, of course."

******************************************


Like it? Hate it? Review please and let us know!


--