Author: Sine Que Non 767 ()
Title: Patience Is A Virtue
Pairing: Harry/Snape
Summary: In a curious meta twist, the Pornish Pixies Livejournal community get to watch Harry and Severus.
Categories: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: 'This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.'
Warnings: Bondage

Author�s Note: Dedicated to our 1000 strong community! Hooray! You make me write smut way past my bedtime. Also in response to the Bondage challenge, since I thought I'd kill two birds with one stone. Most of all, to our absent Switch. Let's hope she comes back soon!


Patience Is A Virtue


There was a rustle in the crowd. A triumphant voice rang out.

'Time to celebrate - it's the 1000th watcher!'

All turned to wave and beam as the long-awaited 'Number One Thousand' joined the tight-packed mass of people. Well, that wasn't strictly true. A good many of the crowd had their eyes firmly fixed on the spectacle in front. Faint cries reached the back, and the newcomers murmured and tried to push a little closer.

'What's going on?'

'Bondage,' came the succinct answer.

*

'What's that noise?' asked Harry sleepily, as he stretched out alongside Severus, and put his arms up to be tied.

'To which noise are you referring?'

Severus finished tying a complex and vicious-looking knot in the rope around Harry's wrists, and glanced around. 'There's nothing there.'

'I'm sure I heard some voices -'

Severus promptly gave a single, luxurious lick to the head of his cock, and Harry lost interest in that line of thought. A leg drew up, tensed, and fell open again when tiny breaths blew on the hair around his cock. He shivered, and decided not to plead this time. Shrewd eyes took this in as it lay clear on his face, and a teasing nail scraped past the sharp crease of his hipbone, a miniscule and exact distance from his balls.

Harry winced, and muttered.

'I can't hear what you're asking, Harry...' Severus whispered, finger lovingly trailing down Harry's thigh.

'Ah, bloody hell -' His wrists wrenched against each other, but it was no use. Severus tut-tutted.

'Now, now, you know that rope's going to hold.' His thumb and forefinger encircled Harry's right wrist, pinched it. 'I have a certain...affinity with such things.'

'Please -'

'Would you like a little more?' Severus enquired blandly, as if he were asking about tea.

'Yes -'

A little glint in Severus' eyes.

'Lift your hips - hold it there, that's right -'

A hand came out and supported him, the other busy with lube and something under his body.

'And down.'

Harry let his hips down carefully, and whined when he felt the smooth, cool butt plug slide into him. Severus felt for the base, and pushed it firmly into place. Harry shuddered.

Severus stood, brushing down his robes, and looked at Harry's beseeching eyes, the involuntary twitches of his cock.

'Good boy.'

Harry rolled his hips a little. Severus gave a huff of amusement.

'Oh, no. You're going to stay there, keep quiet and wait until, let us say -' he glanced at the clock, '- half-past nine. And -' he held up an abrupt finger at Harry's protest '-*quiet*, I said. I still have half those wretched Hufflepuff scrolls to make some twisted sense out of. I mustn't fall behind in my work, hmm?'

He crossed the room to his desk, sat and took up his quill, dipping it delicately in the red ink. Harry watched him, scowling and red in the face with frustrated lust.

'Severus...' he growled. No attention was paid. He groaned, a little louder. Severus spoke without looking up.

'It would be most unwise to provoke me into silencing you with a spell, you know. The results would be really quite - ' he paused, tapped his quill against his lips, '- upsetting for that lovely cock of yours, if it wants relief.'

Harry gave an enquiring groan.

'Perhaps you haven't considered...' He inspected the quill nib, dipped it again. The little tap on the glass rang against Harry's nerves. 'I've no qualms about leaving you there as you are for the night. You might be more compliant tomorrow, after being bound and plugged for so long. I've half a mind to do so -'

An eloquent silence.

'A quarter of an hour, Harry. Possess your soul in patience.'

*

Harry was nearly asleep, by his rhythmic breaths. Severus stood, stretched his stiff shoulders, wandered over to the bed. His face softened. Such a pity to disturb that peaceful -

'Severus. Get your arse into this bed and your cock into me, otherwise I swear -'

A greedy hand reached, grasped Harry's balls, and a warm thin mouth smothered them with kisses. Harry arched up.

'Take this out of me -'

He gasped as it was pulled out, then Severus was on him, turning him over, the fine-woven robes flung up and sweeping over his back, hands firm and brutal and gently caressing all at once.

'Damn, where's the lube - did you lie on it, Harry -'

Harry felt around underneath him as best he could with his arse hanging in the air and his hands restrained, found the pot, nudged it out with a knee. He pictured Severus' face, tense and expectant, quick strokes of his fingers fisting his cock - a quiet hiss at the slippery coldness - ah, God, now *that* was what he'd been waiting for. It fitted, inch by inch -

'Ah, *fuck* -'

Nononodon'tcome, Harry begged his body. He clenched everything to hold it back. Severus vehemently pushed him forward, covered him with his weight. He lay, eyes shut, feeling and breathing and just knowing it was going to happen -

Severus' finger found a nipple, pushed his nail into it. Harry keened.

'Give it - to - me -'

His fingers wrapped around each other, pressed down hard at the knuckles, pulled at the secure rope.

'Shhh -'

The cock in him nudged deeper. Severus' hands stroked his bound ones, clung to them.

'Oh. Oh, yes.' Severus whispered as Harry stiffened, writhed under him, came with fast hard rubs onto the bed. He drew back, thrust with everything he had, swift switching of his hips, over and over. He held on to Harry's shoulders and strained forward - perfect, perfect -

He kissed Harry's back as he withdrew, and heard Harry smile against the pillow.

The rope dropped away, and Harry, flexing his wrists, slowly sat up. Severus looked across at him, eyes warm. Harry leant forward, and there was a familiar armful of sweaty, ruffle-haired boy against the black-clothed chest. Severus ran his fingers through the hair, lifted the fringe, dropped a steady kiss on the scar.

'You'll do,' he murmured, smile pressed onto Harry's skin. 'You'll do.'

*Nd*.


Copyright Sine Que Non 767, 27 May 2004.

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