[Fic:] Chapter 9 Take my mind away
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smirkingcatTitle: Chapter 9 Take my mind away
Author :smirkingcat
Rating: R (though it might still pass as NC-17 rating confuses me)
Word Count : 1.811
Notes: and the story goes on: find part one @lj, @dw
many thanks and gratitude tothemightyflynn all the beta!
and yes it is a cheesy reference to that song XD
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hp_bunintheoven June prompt 1: difficulty to move
Summary: Blaise gets a reward, because his Master thinks he deserves one
Warnings: fluff, mpreg, D/s- subtext, sex, sounding, OOC
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Blaise woke up with a moan, lust was streaming though his body. There was heat enveloping him and need growing. He tried to move, but nothing happened. As he also was unable to open his eyes, he panicked for a moment before his sleep-addled mind was able to catch up with reality.
It was no use, as Severus had noticed his momentary discomfort and the heat had left him.
”Good morning, boy,“ Severus whispered in his ear, his hand travelling upwards.
Blaise, who had always been weak to Severus’ voice, moaned again.
”I thought perhaps you deserved a reward for your good behaviour.“
Blaise whimpered. He had been good and he wanted to be good for his Master.
”But before we go on, you will answer some questions, understood?“
Blaise wondered for a moment how he was supposed to answer, but then he felt able to nod, and did so.
”Are you feeling comfortable?“
Another nod. Though there was excitement, too. Through all these years, he had never managed to learn what sort of behaviour would get him what kind of reward. His Master was changeable in that regard.
”Are you aware of why you can’t move?“
A nod.
He was relieved that his Master would not see him roll his eyes. He could not move because his Master did not want him to move. It was a torture spell that allowed his skin to twitch but not any other kind of muscle movement. It also had led to some of the longest orgasms he ever experienced, as it felt that all his lust only had one outlet.
”Any pain?“
A slight shake.
”Any feeling of nauseousness?“
Another shake.
His Masters fingers slowly worked from his toes over to his knee, to his thigh, making him squirm. He was already rock hard. His Masters fingers were so unique in their roughness, but so soft in the way they touched him. A small moan escaped him, and surprised him even more.
”So eager, boy?“
A finger, the index finger if he were to guess, moved over his lips, just barely tipping in, lifting the restriction on his lungs and vocal chords. The teasing hand rested high on his thigh, the thumb brushing over his hips, but always missing the skin too close to his cock.
”Please,“ he whimpered, wanting to move towards the teasing hand, but being unable to do so.
”So pretty when you beg.“
The kiss he got was hard and toe curling. He didn’t even notice at first that the treacherous hand had moved, was coating his erection in lube. As the kiss broke, and a hard tug was delivered, was he able to catch up.
The slow upwards movement, with the fast downwards motion was the kind of weakness only his Master knew he had. And he used it shamelessly. With each movement, the thumb took more and more time to caress the head and paid special attention to the opening there, rubbing the lube in.
He moaned as he realised what was happening.
”Such a sharp mind,“ his Master praised him. ”Always quick, always calculating, always understanding in what way you can be good for me, right, boy?“
He knew that the praise was overstated, because he did not always manage it, but enough times to please his Sir, and that was what mattered.
”Trying, Sir, to please you,“ he whispered. His voice was strained from the forced stillness his body was under. He needed to move, just a bit in any way or direction.
”You also like to provoke.“
There was amusement in his Master’s voice and he was sure, if he could open his eyes, there would be a wry smile on his face.
He did not see any reason to deny the truth: ”It amuses you when I do.“
There was a tug on his right nipple, making him gasp in surprise.
”If you are not careful, I will be forced to punish you, instead of rewarding you,“
He had to bite down on his own lip, because in a way it might be worth it, but at the same time he would rather not risk it. Sometimes there was a thin line between punishment and reward. However, if his Master wanted to get a point across, wanted to hand out punishment, he found a way. Today had started far too good for that, and a bit of self- control never hurt anybody.
”Good boy,“ his Master said.
He could not see, but he was sure there was a mean uplift on his Masters right lip. And though most people would misinterpret it, he knew that his Master was proud of him.
A sharper breath escaped him, as the cold metal touched his hot erection with a painful sting. If not for the spell he would have jerked away from it. Too much sensation.
And then the metal turned cold against his skin again, and moved around his head, ever so slowly towards the opening.
”Uuunhg!“
His head went fuzzy around the edges and he needed to move. He needed to move now, otherwise he would come.
”Please, mercy- Ihhh Ih can’t hold on,“ he begged, because if he came now, his Master would not only be disappointed, but also not in the best mood.
”Such a good boy.“
He sobbed helplessly at the whisper in his ear. This was far cruller than he had anticipated. His Master was attacking his weak spots, and he only had his own mind to stop himself from coming, which at the moment seemed impossible to him.
”Breathe, slowly“, his Master ordered.
He had to wet his lips before he was able to take a slow deep breath. And then another, and another. With every breath the urge lessened. And he could relax the fraction that he was allowed to pull his muscles tout.
”Such a good boy, and so pretty. You always turn such a nice shade of red, boy, especially here.“
And then the damn metal moved again inching closer to where its destination. But finally, there were fingers pressing hard around the base of his cock, leaving a cold, tight band behind, before they left him again.
”Please,“ he begged again. He needed this to be over, but at the same time he wanted to stay in the moment forever. His mind was breaking around the edges. He wanted that, needed his mind to break, to be free. Yet, he didn’t manage to let go. Too many fears and troubles dragged him down, and being unable to move was not helping right now.
”Sshh, boy. I got you. I know what you need, and I know how to give it to you.“
He could feel his Master’s breath near his lips, so he tried to move to get closer; to get that one kiss.
”Slowly there, boy. Before I kiss you, I want you to do something for me.“
”Anything,“ he whispered back, taken away by that deep, reassuring voice.
”First, take a deep breath. How shall I kiss you, when you have no air left in you?“
There was a warm mocking in his Master’s voice. His Master was amused, something that sent a shiver of pleasure through his body.
He made an effort to breathe again, to let his thoughts go and only focus on his breathing; on taking deep breaths. The cracks before his eyes slowly lessened and his body started to feel better, lighter in a way.
”Well done, boy,“ his Master said before kissing him, softly on the lips. And then the kiss deepened in the most toe-curling fashion and all his expectations went away because only the play of his Master’s tongue with his own mattered.
He moaned deeply into the kiss, as his Master’s free hand touched his thigh.
As the kiss came to an end his breath was once again uneven. This time it was manageable, though.
”Next, I want you to revel in the pleasure I have taught you.“
”Yes, please.“
And suddenly it was easy again: he was taken care of, nothing for him to worry about at all.
He moaned again as the first cold and well-prepared inches slowly entered him. It was such an odd sensation, something he had no words for, but it was good. And it just drove him higher so easily. Soon enough everything but his Master’s hands holding his cock- massaging it and moving the cold rod- fell away from his perception.
As the final inches had slid in and the big metal pearl at the end of the pole sat tight on his hole. he felt his whole body tingle.
Only from far away did he realise that the moaning in the room was coming from him.
Then, he could move his hips a bit. This caused all different kinds of sensations. But the best part was feeling the strength of his Master’s hand on him, holding him down.
He drifted in this cloud of lust and need to come. In the end he was only aware enough to notice the enclosure around his cock had been taken away and the sound no longer moved but was removed. As if on command with the removal of the sound and his Master’s fingers massaging his cock, he came, hard and fast and it was glorious and rewarding.
He blinked a few times, trying to make sense of what was going on. He was lying on his side, his Master behind him , which explained these deep sense of security he always had when his Master was close.
”Please,“ he whispered as he noticed what was wrong. His Master was not in him, but lying there, waiting for him to come back to his senses again- as always.
Leisurely, his Master moved inside of him, filling him until there was nothing left. He shivered, as his body was still very sensitive from earlier.
”You are so beautiful when you forget yourself, my boy,“ his Master whispered in his ear, tonguing around it.
Blaise closed his eyes again, and hid the words from his Master and himself, words that demanded their release stronger each new day.
”Was I out long?“ he asked quietly, enjoying the gentle, barely-there movements from behind.
”Not long, no. Although I doubt that you know how long I have been working you,“ his Master replied.
”You fingered me... during?“
His mind made some connections.
”I did, because you begged so beautifully, though I think you were also already gone at that point.“
”I wanted you, but at the same time I didn’t need anything,“
”You were truly beautiful.“
”Enough talking, more fucking, because I am actually getting hungry.“ Blaise said to hide his embarrassment over what all he had missed.
There was a soft snort, before Severus moved faster: ”Bossy is the last thing you will be!“
Chapter 10: at lj | at dw
Author :
smirkingcatRating: R (though it might still pass as NC-17 rating confuses me)
Word Count : 1.811
Notes: and the story goes on: find part one @lj, @dw
many thanks and gratitude to
themightyflynn all the beta!and yes it is a cheesy reference to that song XD
used for
hp_bunintheoven June prompt 1: difficulty to moveSummary: Blaise gets a reward, because his Master thinks he deserves one
Warnings: fluff, mpreg, D/s- subtext, sex, sounding, OOC
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Blaise woke up with a moan, lust was streaming though his body. There was heat enveloping him and need growing. He tried to move, but nothing happened. As he also was unable to open his eyes, he panicked for a moment before his sleep-addled mind was able to catch up with reality.
It was no use, as Severus had noticed his momentary discomfort and the heat had left him.
”Good morning, boy,“ Severus whispered in his ear, his hand travelling upwards.
Blaise, who had always been weak to Severus’ voice, moaned again.
”I thought perhaps you deserved a reward for your good behaviour.“
Blaise whimpered. He had been good and he wanted to be good for his Master.
”But before we go on, you will answer some questions, understood?“
Blaise wondered for a moment how he was supposed to answer, but then he felt able to nod, and did so.
”Are you feeling comfortable?“
Another nod. Though there was excitement, too. Through all these years, he had never managed to learn what sort of behaviour would get him what kind of reward. His Master was changeable in that regard.
”Are you aware of why you can’t move?“
A nod.
He was relieved that his Master would not see him roll his eyes. He could not move because his Master did not want him to move. It was a torture spell that allowed his skin to twitch but not any other kind of muscle movement. It also had led to some of the longest orgasms he ever experienced, as it felt that all his lust only had one outlet.
”Any pain?“
A slight shake.
”Any feeling of nauseousness?“
Another shake.
His Masters fingers slowly worked from his toes over to his knee, to his thigh, making him squirm. He was already rock hard. His Masters fingers were so unique in their roughness, but so soft in the way they touched him. A small moan escaped him, and surprised him even more.
”So eager, boy?“
A finger, the index finger if he were to guess, moved over his lips, just barely tipping in, lifting the restriction on his lungs and vocal chords. The teasing hand rested high on his thigh, the thumb brushing over his hips, but always missing the skin too close to his cock.
”Please,“ he whimpered, wanting to move towards the teasing hand, but being unable to do so.
”So pretty when you beg.“
The kiss he got was hard and toe curling. He didn’t even notice at first that the treacherous hand had moved, was coating his erection in lube. As the kiss broke, and a hard tug was delivered, was he able to catch up.
The slow upwards movement, with the fast downwards motion was the kind of weakness only his Master knew he had. And he used it shamelessly. With each movement, the thumb took more and more time to caress the head and paid special attention to the opening there, rubbing the lube in.
He moaned as he realised what was happening.
”Such a sharp mind,“ his Master praised him. ”Always quick, always calculating, always understanding in what way you can be good for me, right, boy?“
He knew that the praise was overstated, because he did not always manage it, but enough times to please his Sir, and that was what mattered.
”Trying, Sir, to please you,“ he whispered. His voice was strained from the forced stillness his body was under. He needed to move, just a bit in any way or direction.
”You also like to provoke.“
There was amusement in his Master’s voice and he was sure, if he could open his eyes, there would be a wry smile on his face.
He did not see any reason to deny the truth: ”It amuses you when I do.“
There was a tug on his right nipple, making him gasp in surprise.
”If you are not careful, I will be forced to punish you, instead of rewarding you,“
He had to bite down on his own lip, because in a way it might be worth it, but at the same time he would rather not risk it. Sometimes there was a thin line between punishment and reward. However, if his Master wanted to get a point across, wanted to hand out punishment, he found a way. Today had started far too good for that, and a bit of self- control never hurt anybody.
”Good boy,“ his Master said.
He could not see, but he was sure there was a mean uplift on his Masters right lip. And though most people would misinterpret it, he knew that his Master was proud of him.
A sharper breath escaped him, as the cold metal touched his hot erection with a painful sting. If not for the spell he would have jerked away from it. Too much sensation.
And then the metal turned cold against his skin again, and moved around his head, ever so slowly towards the opening.
”Uuunhg!“
His head went fuzzy around the edges and he needed to move. He needed to move now, otherwise he would come.
”Please, mercy- Ihhh Ih can’t hold on,“ he begged, because if he came now, his Master would not only be disappointed, but also not in the best mood.
”Such a good boy.“
He sobbed helplessly at the whisper in his ear. This was far cruller than he had anticipated. His Master was attacking his weak spots, and he only had his own mind to stop himself from coming, which at the moment seemed impossible to him.
”Breathe, slowly“, his Master ordered.
He had to wet his lips before he was able to take a slow deep breath. And then another, and another. With every breath the urge lessened. And he could relax the fraction that he was allowed to pull his muscles tout.
”Such a good boy, and so pretty. You always turn such a nice shade of red, boy, especially here.“
And then the damn metal moved again inching closer to where its destination. But finally, there were fingers pressing hard around the base of his cock, leaving a cold, tight band behind, before they left him again.
”Please,“ he begged again. He needed this to be over, but at the same time he wanted to stay in the moment forever. His mind was breaking around the edges. He wanted that, needed his mind to break, to be free. Yet, he didn’t manage to let go. Too many fears and troubles dragged him down, and being unable to move was not helping right now.
”Sshh, boy. I got you. I know what you need, and I know how to give it to you.“
He could feel his Master’s breath near his lips, so he tried to move to get closer; to get that one kiss.
”Slowly there, boy. Before I kiss you, I want you to do something for me.“
”Anything,“ he whispered back, taken away by that deep, reassuring voice.
”First, take a deep breath. How shall I kiss you, when you have no air left in you?“
There was a warm mocking in his Master’s voice. His Master was amused, something that sent a shiver of pleasure through his body.
He made an effort to breathe again, to let his thoughts go and only focus on his breathing; on taking deep breaths. The cracks before his eyes slowly lessened and his body started to feel better, lighter in a way.
”Well done, boy,“ his Master said before kissing him, softly on the lips. And then the kiss deepened in the most toe-curling fashion and all his expectations went away because only the play of his Master’s tongue with his own mattered.
He moaned deeply into the kiss, as his Master’s free hand touched his thigh.
As the kiss came to an end his breath was once again uneven. This time it was manageable, though.
”Next, I want you to revel in the pleasure I have taught you.“
”Yes, please.“
And suddenly it was easy again: he was taken care of, nothing for him to worry about at all.
He moaned again as the first cold and well-prepared inches slowly entered him. It was such an odd sensation, something he had no words for, but it was good. And it just drove him higher so easily. Soon enough everything but his Master’s hands holding his cock- massaging it and moving the cold rod- fell away from his perception.
As the final inches had slid in and the big metal pearl at the end of the pole sat tight on his hole. he felt his whole body tingle.
Only from far away did he realise that the moaning in the room was coming from him.
Then, he could move his hips a bit. This caused all different kinds of sensations. But the best part was feeling the strength of his Master’s hand on him, holding him down.
He drifted in this cloud of lust and need to come. In the end he was only aware enough to notice the enclosure around his cock had been taken away and the sound no longer moved but was removed. As if on command with the removal of the sound and his Master’s fingers massaging his cock, he came, hard and fast and it was glorious and rewarding.
He blinked a few times, trying to make sense of what was going on. He was lying on his side, his Master behind him , which explained these deep sense of security he always had when his Master was close.
”Please,“ he whispered as he noticed what was wrong. His Master was not in him, but lying there, waiting for him to come back to his senses again- as always.
Leisurely, his Master moved inside of him, filling him until there was nothing left. He shivered, as his body was still very sensitive from earlier.
”You are so beautiful when you forget yourself, my boy,“ his Master whispered in his ear, tonguing around it.
Blaise closed his eyes again, and hid the words from his Master and himself, words that demanded their release stronger each new day.
”Was I out long?“ he asked quietly, enjoying the gentle, barely-there movements from behind.
”Not long, no. Although I doubt that you know how long I have been working you,“ his Master replied.
”You fingered me... during?“
His mind made some connections.
”I did, because you begged so beautifully, though I think you were also already gone at that point.“
”I wanted you, but at the same time I didn’t need anything,“
”You were truly beautiful.“
”Enough talking, more fucking, because I am actually getting hungry.“ Blaise said to hide his embarrassment over what all he had missed.
There was a soft snort, before Severus moved faster: ”Bossy is the last thing you will be!“
Chapter 10: at lj | at dw
