The Tongues of Men and Angels

Carefully, making sure no light would penetrate the folded material, Snape bound Harry\'s eyes and knotted the scarf behind his head. He took his hands away, and again there was a moment of silence. Harry felt disoriented, floating, all reality in the world contained in his own body on the bed, in the pull of the restraints against his wrists and ankles, in the slow throb of his erection against his stomach.

"Do you know what you look like, tied naked and ready for me like that?" The question came from Harry\'s left, further away than Severus had been, and he oriented his body  as best he could toward the sound, using it as an anchor for his senses. "So wanton, so. . .eager. What would you like me to do to you, I wonder?"

His eyes fixed on Harry\'s quivering frame, Snape summoned his favorite armchair and settled into it, arranging himself comfortably with a clear view of Harry\'s nakedness. It was, after all, quite a vision, and as he had no idea how long this might take or if it was even possible, he wanted to be comfortable while he enjoyed the experiment. He ran his gaze lasciviously over Harry\'s warm skin, his proud cock and tight stomach, his lips, swollen with kisses beneath the blindfold. Yes, this promised to be very enjoyable.

"Would you like me to fuck you, Harry?" The question was met with a low whine. "To stretch you out and ready you to be filled with my hard cock? To thrust so deep into you you think you\'ll die if I stop? Would you like me to shove into you hard, impale you, and then make you wait for me to move inside you? Make you beg for it? Would you like that?" Harry shifted on the bed, his cock hardening further. "Yes," he whispered.

Snape smiled. He knew how much it turned Harry on to be out of control, bound and blindfolded like this or forced to beg for what he wanted. In bed, Harry Potter wasn\'t the hero of the wizarding world. He was just Harry, naked and exposed, and he could be helpless, vulnerable, and needy before his lover without fear. Severus was almost tempted to give up the "experiment" right then, to match actions to words, to take what he wanted, what they both wanted. But he was a patient man. He could wait for his pleasure.

He lowered his voice, making it smooth and soft and insinuating. "Look at you, you little slut, aching for my cock. Begging for me to fuck you. Maybe I will." This statement was met with a soft "Yes, Severus, please" from the bed, which Snape ignored. "Maybe I\'ll free you and just sit here and let you ride me, not touching you, just letting you fuck yourself on my cock until you come." Now there was a hot mental image. He had no intention of letting Harry up from the bed at the moment, but Snape filed the picture of Harry astride his lap, rising and falling on his professor\'s thick shaft while stroking himself to orgasm, away for later investigation.

"I bet if I touched you right now you would explode. I could just pinch your harttlettle nipples and twist and you\'d be coming all over me, wouldn\'t you? Just one lick to that tight little hole of yours, one swift thrust of my tongue and you\'d lose control, wouldn\'t you, Harry? I\'d like that, Harry, I\'d like to lick you clean and then suck you hard and make you come again. Is that what you want?"

Harry was gasping now, murmuring soft agreements, obscenities and endearments in a constant liquid counterpoint to Snape\'s heated slow questioning. His hands were grasping convulsively at the fabric of his bonds and he writhed on the bed as though the feel of the sheets beneath him could somehow be translated as friction for his neglected erection. Severus was having trouble with the increasing pressure of his own hardness as well. The sight of that eager young body, aroused and pleading for him, was almost irresistible.

"Let me tell you what I would like to do right now, Harry. More than anything. I\'d like to be bending over you on that bed, see you tied and helpless and needy and ready for me, and I\'d like to watch my cock disappear into your sweet young mouth." As he spoke, Snape quietly unbuttoned the placket of his trousers and let his hard prick spring free, swollen with need. His faint gasp as he encircled the shaft with his long fingers and began to stroke was lost in a moan from Harry.

Snape\'s eyes snapped back to the young man on the bed. Harry\'s hips lifted lewdly as he twisted toward the sound of Severus\' voice, seeking blindly for the touch he so desperately craved. His mouth was open, lips parted in a deliberate "O" as though he was, indeed, tasting the rigid length of Snape\'s cock. His tongue moved, flickered hungrily as though caressing the sensitive underside of the head, and Snape\'s prick responded to the sight with a welling of hot, clear fluid from the tip.

"I\'d like to see your lips stretch to wrap around the head of my cock, to watch as you take me deep into your wet mouth, as I slide back into your throat so far you can hardly breathe." Snape\'s index finger was mimicking the motions of Harry\'s desperate tongue, rubbing his own wetness in short, quick circles under his cockhead as his fist gripped the shaft. "I want to fuck that sweet mouth," he panted, "to see you suck me, oh, Harry. . ." His voice broke slightly and trailed off as he watched Harry\'s face, turned toward him, pantomiming that willing suction.

Harry heard the change in Snape\'s voice, caught the new, ragged note to his breathing, and his struggles to come closer to that beautiful sound increased as he strained at his bonds. "What are you doing, Severus? Oh, god, Severus, what are you doing?" he demanded, his voice high with need and anxiety.

"So. . .fucking. . .hard. . ." Snape panted, gripping himself more tightly and beginning to twist his hand as it moved up and down his engorged prick. "Oh, Harry, so hard for you. . ." The blindfolded face contorted into an expression of longing so intense he nearly came right then, but he forced himself to keep talking. "Want your mouth on me. . ." Harry was sobbing now, frantically pulling at his restraints, and in something between a shout and a whine he pleaded, "Are you touching yourself? S-severus, are you touching yourself watching me?"

"Yesss" Snape hissed, moving his hand more quickly on his cock, "Oh, god, Harry, yesss. . ." and with a strangled cry Harry was coming, helplessly, hot sticky fluid spattering across his chest and the bed.

Before his spasms had ended, Snape was moving. In two rapid strides, he was kneeling next to Harry on the bed, tearing at the restraints. Harry\'s arms, freed, wrapped instinctively around Snape\'s narrow hips and he nuzzled his blindfolded head eagerly into the older man\'s lap, lips searching for, and finding, the blunt hardness of Snape\'s erection. He swallowed him to the root, sucking hungrily, still shuddering slightly with the aftershocks of his own climax, and Snape began to rock himself to orgasm in short, slick strokes as he watched the dark head bob against his stomach.

He was beyond words now, and yet he heard himself speaking, babbling nonsense as he curled his fingers in that soft hair and thrust deeper, faster. "Oh Harry oh yes, so close, oh please suck me, oh yes. .rry.rry. . .yes. . .!" His eyes fluttered shut and he curled sharply around that talented mouth as he emptied himself with a shout and it felt like being turned inside out, it was too sweet to survive, it was too much to sustain.

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A little later, in the boneless afterglow, the scarves became convenient towels for their sticky skin. They lay, tangled closely in an exhausted curl, and traded lazy, tender kisses as sleep pulled them down into the bed and the dark and the warm.

"Sev\'rus?" Harry\'s sleepy voice asked, muffled by the pillow into which he had burrowed.

"Yes, Harry?" Severus raised up on one elbow to look at Harry\'s face, relaxed and unguarded in his half-awake state.

"Was amazing, Sev\'rus," Harry yawned. "Bloody. . .."yes\">  *yawn*  ". . .brilliant. . ." He snuggled further into the pillow and  mumbled, "Mmmmm. . .Sogood. Loveyou."

Severus froze. Cautiously sai said, "Harry?" His only answer was a light snore. Had he really heard that? He was sure he had. Stunned, he lay back down and tucked his arm around his sleeping lover, nuzzling at the nape of his neck . He stayed there, silent, breathing in the smell of Harry and sex and contentment until he, too, drifted off.