Another Kind Of Magic

AN: I just checked the details and put OOC-ness in there, because they all are not in character even though I tried to keep them close.
@ Luci: thanks for the Twix, I'll have it a little later in the day ;o)

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"BDSM people come in many variations," Snape said in their next meeting. "Just like everyone else does. Some like this, others like that."
Harry listened intrigued to Snape who was telling him about all kinds of ways to live BDSM. There were people who lived in a D/s (Dominant/submissive) relationship 24/7 (24 hours a day, 7 days a week), which were often referred to as a Master/slave couple. If this was the case, the slave had handed control willingly to their Master (as much as it was possible with real life interfering). Sometimes they even made a contract were they defined their relationship. Snape furthermore explained that not everyone who was into D/s was also into SM and vice verse and that some liked both.

"I for an instance don't feel drawn towards the concept of a 24/7 relationship. It doesn't appeal to me to be in role at all times. I do, however, enjoy playing for a certain amount of time; let's say for a weekend."

Harry narrowed his eyes as a smirk appeared on Severus' face. Now what?

"And I do like to surprise a submissive by prompting a play spontaneously. Especially after the sub being a cheeky brat."

Harry blinked. That voice sounded so wrong. It was too soft – dangerously soft. And that smirk that was curled around Snape's mouth didn't really make him look any less wicked. Harry's mouth went dry and he felt a jolt of excitement. He blushed with the realisation of being very attracted to that – what was it anyway? Power?

"Not that you would ever be cheeky, would you?" Snape wanted to know in that silky voice.

"Um…" Even more heat was creeping up his face. What was he supposed to say? "Er-"

Snape chuckled. "Never mind that question. By knowing you I already know the answer anyway."

Harry gulped – audible.

The smirk on Snape's face deepened. "But let's get back to the topic."

Harry nodded and gathered himself, or tried to anyway.

"We've been talking about different interests in BDSM. What part are you interested in? Are you into serving others? Are you a masochist? Both?"

It had been obvious that a question like that would have to come up sooner or later. But Harry had done his best to not think about how it would feel to talk about it (instead he'd been fantasising about how it would actually feel to feel it). He moved in his chair. "Um… you have… well, seen… my fantasy."

Snape nodded. "Yes, I saw a part of it. I saw you over my lap. But I withdrew myself before I could see anything else. Was there more to it?"

Harry was getting uncomfortable warm underneath his robes. Couldn't the ground just open up and swallow him? How would he survive the embarrassment of telling Snape the rest of this fantasy?

"Youspankedmynakedbottom,sir." Harry sputtered. Then he added in a more audible voice that he wasn't sure if he really liked pain because he certainly didn't enjoy being injured and aching from that.

"I understand that and I certainly agree. But being injured is something very different from the sensual pain a special person inflicts on you." Snape stated. "And it's not uncommon to get sexual aroused while in a scene."

Harry was surprised to find that although he was blushing furiously, that there still seemed to be enough blood left to fill a certain part of his body – just what he needed right now.

"Have you ever played around with yourself?" Snape wanted to know in a matter of fact kind of voice.

"Play around?!?" Harry squealed. "As in… oh my gosh."

"With pain, Harry. I'm not asking if you ever masturbated," Snape explicated, sounding amused.

Slumping down again, Harry simply said: "Oh."

"Like for example pinching your own nipples."

The tension was all back and Harry squirmed on his chair.

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Severus tilted his head and watched Harry, somehow sensing that the young wizard was getting uncomfortable and he almost missed the quick nod.

"Was that a yes, Harry?"

The answer was nearly not audible: "Yes, sir."

"Did you like it?"

Harry turned his head away. His fingers were twiddling with the seam of the robe but he didn't answer.

Severus got up from his chair and crouched in front of Harry.

"Look at me," he said softly.

After a few seconds, Harry turned his head and looked at Severus. His eyes were a shade darker then usual and he looked torn.

"Are you ashamed, Harry?"

Harry lowered his eyes and nodded.

Severus sighed softly. Of course he was. There weren't that many in the BDSM-scene who hadn't been there. He took Harry's chin and lifted it up gently until Harry looked at him again.

"There is no reason at all to be ashamed, do you hear me?"

"But they say it's bad, it's abnormal," Harry whispered.

"I know they do," Severus said benignly, locking eyes with Harry. "But they don't know what they are talking about. It is not bad. It's just something they don't know so they can't relate to it. They believe people like us just beat each other up. They don't know anything else about us. And instead of letting us be, they make us feel bad simply because we're different." Without realising it, Severus had started to stroke the skin underneath his thumb as he spoke.

"You don't need to be ashamed about the things you desire, Harry. There are others out there who enjoy pain and there are people who enjoy inflicting pain – the good kind of pain. And it isn't bad as long as all the people who are involved in it like it."


Harry took a deep breath. "You know, sometimes I feel so bad after I have been using one of those images to pleasure myself," he said quietly.

Severus nodded. "I know how that feels, Harry. I've been there." He lowered his hand again, letting it rest on his thigh.

That seemed to have been the breaking point. Harry looked at Severus for a moment, and then slowly be began to tell about the fantasy he had used recently to masturbate. Severus listened to him and created the pictures in his head about how he had been pinching Harry's nipples. It didn't leave him unaffected. He lowered his eyes to Harry's chest that was right in front of him. He hadn't really allowed himself to acknowledge the physically growth Harry had done. It was tempting to just reach out and touch him, to see what's underneath the clothes. Severus could feel himself getting hard.

"Oh god!"

Severus looked up in surprise as he heard the soft moan from Harry. Bright green eyes looked back at him.

"This felt like you have been touching me," Harry said. "I'm sorry-"

Severus shook his head. "Don't apologise for being sensitive, Harry. I'm aroused as well, very much so," he admitted while looking into the young man's eyes and seeing them widen in reaction to his words. Harry's next words though made Severus inhale sharply.

"I'm so hard it aches."

Severus curled his fingers into fists to keep himself from reaching out. He wished that the term was already over and that he would be free to take Harry right into his bedroom. But they were not quite there, not yet.

Severus closed his eyes for a moment and then cleared his throat but his voice still sounded hoarse as he spoke.

"I want you to know that it is very hard for me right now to not do what I would like to do, which would be to kiss you right through this chair and then see what comes next. Instead I will go back to my chair and pray that the last weeks will be over soon."

Severus rose slowly and tore his eyes from Harry. He could feel the wetness on his skin and clothes from the pre cum leaking out of his cock. Once seated, he realised that his robe was not concealing the bulge in his trousers.

"I think it's time for you to leave, Harry."

Harry tilted his head. "And what will you do?"

Severus chuckled. "You are too nosey for your own good. Not that it is any of your business but I think I might need to do some – softening here."

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Harry lowered his eyes and looked at the swell in Snape's trousers. He would just love to kneel in front of Snape and take care of that softening business himself. He licked his lips unconsciously.

"Yes, Harry. Having you on your knees in front of me while you are sucking my cock is definitely a very nice image. One I most certainly would like to see come true when the time has come."

Hearing Snape's husky voice describe what he had just thought himself, made his own hard on twitch. Slowly he raised his eyes again to meet Snape's.

"Was it so obvious what I was thinking, sir?"

Snape nodded. "It was."

Harry took a deep breath. "I think I better leave you now, sir. Otherwise I might just jump on top of you and…" He didn't finish the sentence and got to his feet. "I see you tomorrow, sir."

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Harry changed his mind. Turning on his heels he headed back to where he had just come from. The door was still open and he went through into the room. The words to thank his mentor were already on his lips but then his eyes caught sight of said person, sitting in his chair with his legs spread. One long fingered hand was wrapped around a very hard looking cock.

Harry stopped dead in his tracks not able to take his eyes away from the erotic picture. And even though he was stuttering apologies for interrupting and saying that he would leave right away, he didn't move – unlike the hand his eyes were fixed on. With slow but deliberate motions it was gliding up and down on the erect flesh.

Snape told him to close the door if he wanted to watch never stopping his hand from stroking his member.

Harry did as told and after being asked to get closer, did that as well. Snape seized him for a moment and then told him what he would have to do: Harry had to kneel in front of him, his (hard) cock unpacked for Snape to see and Harry was forbidden to touch himself while Snape was pleasuring himself.

Mesmerised Harry followed the instructions. He took of his robe and threw it to the side carelessly. Slowly he went onto his knees now seeking Snape's eyes, which captured his.

An approving sound came from the dark and sexy wizard and he told Harry how nice he looked down there on his knees.

Blushing a little, Harry lowered his head. Then from underneath his fringe he glanced at Snape's lap where his hand was still moving up and down on his cock.

Harry heard the low chuckle and looked up again. His mentor told him that there was no need to watch secretly. Harry lifted his head and fixed his eyes on the sexy picture of Snape pleasuring himself. The head of Snape's member was glistening with pre cum that he kept spreading over it.

Harry's own cock was straining against the clothes, begging to be released. Without taking his eyes from what Snape was doing, Harry opened his trousers and shoved them down so that his prick could spring free. He then gathered his shirt and lifted it so that it would not cover his groin.

He heard Snape inhale sharply and saw that the before steady rhythm had faltered. He looked up into Snape's face and found the wizard staring at him or more precisely at his dick.

Snape told Harry that he should move his foreskin so that he would be able to see the glistening head of his cock.

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Harry, spread on his back in his bed, spilled himself all over his hand with the images still vivid in his thoughts and the sound of Snape's voice in his head. He coaxed every drop of seed out of his cock.
After a while he cast a cleaning spell and turned on his side. With a smile he pulled the blankets around him. Now he would be able to fall asleep.

tbc