Blood Stones (Snarry)

Getting Gourmet

He found himself choking on his words, of course, he wanted to go upstairs- what a question, unsure however how he should answer. He decided against using words at all and just rose from the couch and took Harry's hand, feeling odd about him being led upstairs instead of it being the other way around. His cock rubbed uncomfortably against his trousers as they walked upstairs, through their soon-to-be baby's room and up another set of stairs, into their room this time. Snape sat on the edge of their bed, rock hard and watched as Harry slid the gown further with his back to him, almost down far enough that he could see the plump arse.

The lacework was elegant, certainly expensive and in a Slytherin type color, how tasteful. It all undid at the pull of a bow on the back as well though he was unsure it would need to be. Knowing his chances of touching Harry yet were slim, he took the chance to undo his trousers, releasing his cock from their hold. He had no shame in taking himself into his own hands at the sight of him.

"Ah~ahh," Harry murmured, as soft and loose silk bindings wrapped around Severus's wrists, loose enough for an easy escape if he so desired but strong enough to hold when pulled taut. Lingerie... the ties... one could only guess what Harry had in mind. The negligee split in the middle with delicate ruffling framing his rounded belly and hanging in a rounded caping down to two mere inches above the back of his knees. The lace on his chest looked stretchy, soft, and durable. All tied up in a looping bow, that's ribbons framed his collar bones.

"Tonight-" he whispered gently, coming closer and nearly draping himself over Severus.

"Is about you Severus." he said, accentuating his words with a soft kiss to the other nose.

"So, what do you say to some... slow play tonight love?"

"Pleaaaaase, Merlin whatever answer gets you around me faster." He tried to make it sound more like attitude and less like begging, but he didn't really care how it was perceived so long as he got what he wanted... the tightness of his lover around his aching-

"Okay then... let's go." The pace seemed somehow painfully slow.

"On your stomach." Harry smiled from behind Severus.

Snape laid on his stomach on the bedsheets, the bindings that held his wrists stretching enough for him to have an arm at each side of him as he laid on it. The room became very lowly lit then, and a fruity, pomegranate smell begun to fill the room. It was then that he noticed the dim light flicker. Candles.

He could hear Harry moving behind him, but before he could ask what he was doing, he heard a faint clicking and felt the warm drizzle of an unknown liquid on his bareback. Harry dragged his finger through the warm lotion, spreading it around before rubbing it in. Though Severus was grateful and turned on more than he would like to admit, he knew that this meant that any sexual play would be kept from him longer. Harry straddled the other's hips, the angle giving Severus a teasing peek at a gartered leg. Harry was rubbing out his knots, keeping to diligent work; but each time he had to lean forward, Severus had to muffle a groan, as with each stretch forward Harry ground his hard cock down through the other's trousers, letting out a comfortable moan as his shorter and weighted stature had him stretching to kiss and rub at Severus' neck and shoulders.

"You've been so amazing, I thought I'd get a few surprises, for us. I intend to make sure you're nice and relaxed Daddy." Severus squirmed enough to leave some room between them to turn onto his back. He caressed Harry's cheek and pulled him into a kiss, hoping that once he started, the other wouldn't want to stop and he would get what he so desperately needed.

Their lips touched softly, Harry held his distance above the slender wizard, presumably to try and take things slowly which worked to Snape's advantage. He could use the space to reach between them and grab hold of Harry's- but he was stopped by a quicker, smaller hand. No matter, he could in the very least touch himself. He could hardly manage it but with some finesse, he was able to rub his hand over his hard member through the thick fabric that covered it. It wasn't much but it was enough. With a snap of his fingers, Harry had raised and bound Severus' hands, giving a soft but punishing nip to the other's earlobe.