The 12 Days of X-Mas

Severus Snape awoke at his usual time. The alcohol was not working. Carefully opening his eyes and peering suspiciously about his bedchamber he found and swallowed the hangover remedy with little fuss. The black and green doves in the corner were still asleep and made no noise. The potions professor could see no fancy decorations and carefully made his way out of bed; fully prepared to hex something… just in case.

The bathroom proved to be a safe place and if his shower was a bit longer than normal… well, who could blame a guy for preparing a bit more before meeting the day, hmm? His kitchen and main room also proved to be untouched, the previous decorations notwithstanding. Even his classroom was completely normal. There was something quite wrong here.

He told himself that his continuous complaints had given the wizard a clue and he had ceased his constant decoration and annoyance. Severus told himself he was happy with the change, told himself that he could finally go back to his normal routine.

He spent the entire day just waiting to be jumped.

It resulted in the savage mangling of an expensive plant in Hooch’s garden, a severe shock for a pair of second year Ravenclaw girls involving the lunch cutlery, and a still-smoldering hole in his classroom door the size of Hagrid’s head.

He decided that the only thing good about this day was the absolute silence from the gold and silver rings that floated about everywhere. He was beginning to grow use to airborne decorations and though they still annoyed him to no end, he didn’t bother glaring at them on sight. Overuse of The Death Glare tended to cause it to loose its effectiveness and we couldn’t have that, now could we?

He spent his last two classes highly suspicious of anything that so much as twitched and only just refrained from hexing a student’s owl when it delivered a message from the Headmaster.

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Severus retired to his chambers with a battle-weary sigh, sinking into a plush, well-worn chair in front of his blazing fire. He was well on the way to dozing off when he felt a tingle of active magic. The frantic tension of the day had left him without energy but he forced his eyes to open and his wand to his hand, ready to stand from the chair if (and only if) it suddenly disintegrated from under him. As it was, he needn’t have worried. A small, black velvet-coated box about a foot long landed softly across his thighs and proceeded to look like the most innocent thing in the world.

Severus managed to convince himself that he was not thankful. He was not excited that his would-be stalker hadn’t forgot about him. He was not in the least bit looking forward to opening the gift. His hands were not shaking in anticipation. Nope. Of course not. Whatever gave you that idea?

He brushed his fingers over the lid and lifted it carefully. The contents of said box took a full two minutes to register in his dead brain that, yes, they were exactly what he thought they were. He closed the container with a snap and escaped to his bedchamber casting every locking charm and silencing spell known to the wizarding world (and a few that weren’t) before he was satisfied with the security of his space.

Snape sat cross-legged on his bed and opened the box again with all the awe and magic that came from a child on Christmas morning. Metal shined. Five rings, all of them varying shades of silver or black metal. But not just any rings. No. That would have been far too easy. What would he have done with rings anyway? No, his mystery gift-giver was very sly indeed.

Severus was openly admiring five cock rings.

He lifted the first out of the box. It was very simple with the only adornment being a magically imprinted snake that blinked up at him quietly. The ring itself was almost emerald in color, so deep and clear was the strange metal that Severus could almost see light through it. He replaced the ring and lifted the second. It was very much like the first save for the color was a pitch black.

The third was slightly more elaborate in that to it were tied a pair of dark leather straps, the purpose of which was quite clear. His own prick was gaining more and more interest. He shifted his position on the bed and undid the buttons on his trousers, not at all timid about feeding his arousal.

The fourth ring was silver and began to vibrate subtly the moment his fingers touched it. The longer he held it the stronger the vibrations became.

The fifth ring was a bit more elaborate than the previous. There was the ring but it was much thicker than the others again with the shape of a snake. He inadvertently guided it onto one long index finger and it instantly shrunk behind his second knuckle. The snake became animated and began to wind firmly around the remainder of his finger. His eyes flicked closed briefly and he desperately tried not to think about how that would feel should the ring ever be used. He didn’t think he would last more than half a minute.

Severus removed the ring from his finger and took his erection in hand. It stood out from the cloth that framed it, dark and sensitive to Snape’s every touch. He drew his fingers along the underside, his back straightening at the sensation that rippled up his spine. Brushing his palm over the head, Severus tightening his hold and with agonizing slowness pulled his hand downward, resisting the urge to thrust.

He let his head fall back, mouth open and air coming in gasps, hips twisting against the mattress in small jerks. The tension of the day completely bleed out of him and he fell back against the pillows, arching into his own hand in a silent plea to his fogged brain for more. Heat coiled and burst around his groin and behind his eyelids in bright flashes of color. A slow buildup began as he moved his hand faster. He could feel it in his muscles, in his stomach, in his blood as it all raced south and pooled. He needed more. More speed, more friction, more heat movement pressure handonhiscockfastercommingnowyes!

Teeth gritted against crying out, Severus came in two powerful waves over his stomach.