[Fic:] Not a Change, just an Adjustment Chapter 24
Title: Chapter 24 El Intermideo VIII
Author :
smirkingcat
Rating: NC-17
Word Count : 3600
Notes:
find part one
lj,
dw
as usual all the thanks and gratitude to
themightyflynn for the beta, who is sticking with me through the good, the bad, the exasperated and everything else
used for
hp_bunintheoven October prompt 2: Nausea
this is the last part of our first memory episode; this part focuses on aftercare and i try to warn for the right things, but i am not sure i did that all right, so if you think i am missing a warning, please let me go
Summary What happens in Spain, stays in Spain.
Warnings: fluff, flangst, mpreg, D/s- subtext, OOC, this chapter: present tense, sounding, ropes, aftercare, dealing with bodily needs, sub-drop
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.
Chapter 24 El Intermideo VIII
Blaise opens his eyes again as he feels the ropes being unbound. He sighs, saddened by the loss. It isn't as if he could have spent the night in them anyway, but still, the instant he is unbound is always a bit unsettling. For now, Blaise tries to enjoy the slight buzz and the high he is still on. It takes a moment for his mind to come back and to be aware of his body. But as he starts to become aware, he also notices another urgent feeling, and suddenly he understands why he is unbound.
"Try to stretch your shoulders," his Master orders, as he is still opening the knots carefully.
His Master, for his own reasons, hardly ever uses magic when binding or loosening the ropes. Usually Blaise likes this care. It helps him settle into the feeling of being bound and helpless. Or returning to his own autonomy such as it is. But right now, he would welcome an easy spell.
"Sir;" he says quietly.
"I know, pet. Start to get the feeling back in your arms," his Master orders.
Blaise starts to stretch his arms, making them wake up again. Usually this is part of their play. The muscles do, after all, feel the treatment they have received, and it takes some time for them to go back to feeling normal again. But as he is lying there, he has very little care for his muscles. As soon as the last rope leaves his body, Blaise turns around and tries to move towards the end of the bed, but his legs do not comply.
"You arms, boy. I do not wish to repeat myself again."
There is a warning in the words, but at the moment Blaise has other, more immediate concerns.
"Sir, I need to-"
"I know boy, but you will manage for another two minutes."
Of course his Master understands, but he is not sure if he knows the feeling, or can even imagine the slight panic Blaise is experiencing. But he does as he is told and moves his arms. He massages his wrists, which helps restore function to his fingers.
His Master is massaging his feet, first the calves and then the thighs. If the circumstances were different Blaise would definitely enjoy this, but right now his mind is filled with one thought and one thought alone.
"Try to stand," his Master says and offers his hand. Blaise takes it and, though he feels a bit wobbly, he can stand. He rushes to the adjoined bathroom with deep relief. He takes more time than he needs to in the bathroom and even washes his face. When he steps outside again, his Master is sitting in his chair, clearly waiting for him.
He moves towards his Master, but before he can drop to his knees his Master says, "On the lap, boy."
When Blaise has done as told, he then is given a glass of water, which he drinks before he slumps against the warm body. Suddenly he feels tired and discomforted and weird. As he starts to scratch his chest, where the rope used to be, his Master stills his hand with his own.
"Are you itching?"
The question is absurd because of course he is, otherwise he would not have scratched himself, but then he realises that no, itching was not what he was feeling.
"I might have pushed you too far today-"
"No, no it was fantastic. Weird but good. And the ropes-"
"You like to linger in them, and tonight made a quick removal necessary."
"What - why- "
"Urethra stimulation, a practice called sounding. From our experiences together, I thought it might interest you, as it keeps the balance between pain and pleasure."
"It is weird, but I did like it, " Blaise comments. "Though, I would have never agreed to, if you had asked," he continues softly.
"Not the first time, no, but you have been getting curious about other things through the years as well. And, maybe it was presumptuous of me, but at this stage I felt that I do not have to ask."
"Not presumptuous, no. And it was good until- "
"Until the urge to urinate got too strong and had to be dealt with immediately. It is a natural reaction, and it is healthy, and should protect you from infection, though I have used a more clinical lube and the rods I used have been prepared so they are clean. It is always better to be safe."
Softly, his Master caresses his hair. It feels calming, and Blaise can't fight the tears coming back to his eyes.
"But maybe more preparation would have been beneficial, or maybe another day."
"No, no, I truly enjoyed it, and it was so rewarding, I- I just can't- can't help it."
The shivering starts in his fingers, and he feels so lost, and the world is so heavy, so cold. He wants to be anywhere but here. No, that was not true, he wants to be here, he wants to be in his Master's arms. And it gets even better as the arms around him tighten, and a thumb caresses his forearm.
"Hush, pet. I've got you."
The words are softly spoken and Blaise turns closer to Severus, trying to calm himself. Without him doing anything, his breathing falls into rhythm with Severus and his eyes close slowly. He knows that he is only reacting to the shock of how it ended, and the fear that he would lose control and embarrass himself in a not intended or agreed upon way.
And of course Severus is also right: he likes having the ropes linger on his skin. But this is helping as well. He knows he is being taken good care of, and he feels his appreciation for his Master grow. He has made the best choice back when he chose Severus Snape to be his Master. And what if it isn't only appreciation, what if he genuinely cares for his Master? There is no harm, so there is no foul. He knows how the game works, he accepts the boundaries they have, but by accepting his emotions, he can enjoy their times together even more. And he never grew into the habit of lying to himself.
He startles awake as he is moved, and opens his eyes to darkness. “Hmm?” he asks, not fully aware of himself.
“All is good, pet. Go back to sleep.”
He notices that his Master has moved him into the bed and fights to wake up more. His fingers sink into his Master’s biceps. “Are you-”
“Go back to sleep, now. I will join you after I am done in the bathroom.”
“I will-”
“You will go back to sleep, knowing that I will join you as soon as I am done.”
Blaise wants to protest, wants to say that he is not tired, and that he wants to please his Master more, wants to be better, but the last order was spoken in such a way that there is no room for disobedience.
He drifts back to sleep, with the small noise of the bathroom door as it is closed.
The next morning, Blaise opens his eyes slowly to the new day. He feels Severus at his back, one hand across his chest, keeping him safe, keeping him close. Though he doubts that they started out this way, when Severus came back to bed.
It is the proximity, the feel of skin on skin that he only ever allows with Severus. And he gets the impression that Severus also chooses him to satisfy the basic need for such intimacy. It’s in the lingering of the touch, the implicitness of the cuddle that serves as proof that there is a trust between them that does not carry to others for both of them.
In a way they are both used to keeping people at a distance. Severus uses fear and Blaise uses charm. But between them, those weapons turn into something else. Something much better.
And though they hardly share everything with each other, they have started to talk. They have shared their secrets, their worries, their reasoning. While it is a slow progress, it can’t be denied that they are growing together, and are growing closer together. Sometimes he may doubt that even himself, but with nights like these, where there is proof all around him he has no doubts, and no fear. They are good together, and good for each other. He turns around slowly, careful not to jolt Severus’ arms around too much, and watches his Master sleeping.
The beauty that Severus has is not of the obvious kind. His nose is too crooked and too large, but to Blaise, being from Italian descent, he finds the nose characteristic. He admires the expressive lips, which most of the time show the man’s contempt for the world, but can easily move into a haughty smirk, or an amused grin, if the mood strikes him. Blaise also admires the lines which are carved into the otherwise regular face. To him, those lines add character, and make the face even more interesting.
The feature he has paid the most attention to though the years are the eyes. The man can occlude his mind to the point that all responses disappear and even his eyes become a little influenced by that. But Severus is never able to hide the fire of fury, or lust, or want in his eyes. Blaise knows the twitch of displeasure that starts with Severus’ left brow and, if provoked, can move the lips into a thin line. Severus has a vocabulary that impresses a dictionary, and the facial expressions and tells to match it. And it all has become so incredibly dear to Blaise that sometimes it frightens him. It is a vulnerability that Blaise never expected from his relationship with Severus. A vulnerability he is certain Severus does not want either.
Not that Blaise wants to have a heart to heart conversation about what is going on in his mind. But at least he permits himself the acknowledgement that their relationship has changed. And that his Master wants it to change, since it was mostly Severus who allowed the change to become obvious. A few years back, Severus would never have offered to spend the week with him. Certainly, he would have taken care of Blaise, and would have dropped by daily, but more out of a sense of obligation and responsibility. But this now feels also a bit like Severus wants to see how Blaise lives and conducts himself outside Spinner’s End. Blaise can’t help himself it; feels like a big deal to both of them.
Admiring Severus always makes Blaise want to touch him as well. It’s an impulse he can rarely follow, so as the opportunity presents itself now, Blaise is loath to let it slip by.
With a soft touch he lets his fingertips ghost the soft lips, feeling the even breath before he travels lower towards the chest. There are many scars all over Severus’ body, most of them apparently from the first war, when explosions were the favourite form of attack from the Death Eaters. Some though, are as young as the second war, and the most prominent is the one on his neck. The one that Severus hides from public scrutiny all the time. It is an ugly thing: where the poison has pierced the skin, it looks burned and rigid, lines of skin have appeared around it. Furthermore, the bite made it seem as if the snake has taken out a chunk of Severus’ neck. Blaise has done some research and apparently it is the sign of a cursed scar: The Dark Lord had wanted Severus to die, and somehow the snake was his weapon of choice, which lead to an increase of dark magic, from which the consequences could be seen at Severus’ neck. It is weird for the man to try and hide it, because everybody knows it is there, but Blaise likes this vain attempt. He would even go so far to call it cute. Obviously not out loud, but still.
He lets his fingers move further down skimming over the broad chest. Soon enough the fabric of Severus’ shirt stops his investigations. For a moment, Blaise debates with himself over whether he dares to open the shirt, but then he simply opens the first button and the rest. Severus is sleeping and, after all, he has never been forbidden to touch except for when he is told to hold still.
The first brush against Severus’ skin sends shivers through him. Though Severus’ hands always feel exceptionally warm, his skin, in comparison, is cooler. But there is also something intriguing in touching his Master in such a free way.
Soon enough, he reaches the top of Severus’ pyjama bottoms. He gnaws at his bottom lip before he carefully pushes the top lower. He doesn’t dare to undress Severus without his permission, he just needs to explore him again, feel the man beneath his fingers, though it is not a conscious decision. Softly, his fingers ghost over the soft cock. Blaise has worshiped this cock for hours, knows it nearly as well as his own, and still he is fascinated by it. There is a heaviness to it that always sparks arousal in him. The fact that Severus’ cook ever so slightly crooks to the right, or that his left ball hangs a bit lower, has been something that fascinated him ever since he first discovered it, some two years ago. And still he knows that he has many things to learn - that Severus has many things left to teach him - as to how best to please him. A fact Blaise rejoices in, as it lessens his fear of becoming too boring for his Master.
Carefully he lets his fingers wander over the soft member, though his eyes are shifting between the slowly stiffening cock and Severus’ sleeping face. He knows it is not forbidden, but it feels a bit like doing something forbidden. However, the harder Severus’ penis grows, the more his concentration slips and he forgets to watch if Severus is still asleep. Instead, he leans forward, placing gentle kisses along the vein of the now hard cock before he closes his lips around the tip. Fuck, he has missed this feeling. He knows it's stupid, and most likely embarrassing beyond belief, but the feeling he gets when he has his Master’s cock in his mouth is one of complete freedom. He knows he is safe, and he doesn’t have to decide anything, sometimes not even how fast or how deep he takes his Master. These are moments of pure bliss, and of pure perfection that Blaise relishes. But it has to be this cock, this man. Nobody else has ever made him feel this way, and Blaise fears, that nobody else ever will.
A low hum escapes his throat as the first drops of pre-cum meet his tongue.
"Getting to the treat early, I see."
Blaise slowly opens his eyes, and even slower, he looks up to his Master’s face, where he is met with his Master’s open eyes, and a raised eyebrow. He stays where he is, because having a mouth full of cock is a good reason not to answer, he thinks. And because he is not sure what kind of mood his Master is this morning. A large, warm hand, finds its way into his hair, not pushing, not tugging, just laying there.
"Well?"
With relief, Blaise notes the slight tug on the right side of his Master’s lips, a sure sign that his Master isn’t angry. Maybe he is even a bit amused.
He sighs against the cock as he slowly moves his lips back to the top again. As long as his Master is not angry, Blaise can continue what he has been doing.
With great enjoyment, he lets his tongue explore the familiar texture, sucks each precious drop into him. He has never enjoyed giving head as much as he does now, since his Master took him under his tutelage and showed him how much more there could be to it than he had experienced before. And feeling his Master’s eyes on him only makes it better. Making his Master breathe heavier, making him praise Blaise, is what really sets his own body on fire.
"Such a good boy you are."
Blaise moans at the praise. It does all kinds of weird things to him: makes his blood rush, his skin warm, and gets him lost in the moment. A moment where he only needs to focus on the cock in his mouth and to give his Master as much pleasure as he can. He moves his head slowly and takes Severus' cock deeper into his mouth, letting the tongue pleasure the skin it reaches.
"And such a good, eager learner as well. It is never disappointing teaching you new things."
The words are accompanied with a praising hand moving through his hair, as a soft shiver works its way through Blaise's body. With practised ease he lets the cock go deeper, until his nose is against his Master's skin, and he has taken the cock in down to the root. It has been his pleasure to be shown how to do that, and now he loves it, loves the feeling he gets from taking Master in this deep, feeling every tiny change.
As he moves his head again, focusing more on the tip for a few swirls, he tastes Severus, and it is such an unique taste, though the last time he has tasted anybody else is about six years ago. Not that Blaise has any need to change that. This here is pure bliss.
He feels the first shivers working through his Master's muscles, well aware of what they mean and increases his efforts. He wants his Master to enjoy being woken up the way he had been that day.
The hand in his hair just lays there, not pressuring, not controlling his movements. His Master trusts Blaise to know how he likes it, but also lets him choose what he wants to give. And Blaise wants to give it all. He speeds up his movements and caressingly strokes over his Master's balls, enjoying their heavy feeling. He feels the muscles in Severus' thighs go taut, his balls drawing closer, as his Master comes in his mouth. Blaise makes sure to swallow every last drop and still stays where he is. Not teasing the softening member with his tongue, but providing a bit of warmth and comfort for his Master. And most likely also for his own enjoyment, but if he doesn't think about that, he doesn't have to acknowledge it.
After his Master's breath has evened out again, the hand resting on Blaise's head, moves below his chin and slowly pushes him away from his Master's cock. It drags him closer to his Master. Blaise follows the silent command willingly, and offers his lips for the kiss that is bestowed on him. It is only when calloused fingers wrap around his own erection, which he had not even realised until that moment, that he breaks the kiss in a loud moan again.
"Had a good morning, have we now?" There is amusement in his Master's voice, and Blaise knows that he had put it there, but also that his life is not going to be easy when his Master wants to play.
"I hope so, Sir," he answers, closing his eyes as the fingers around his cock start to tease him more and more.
The hand is lifted from his erection, just one finger tracing his vein. It swirls across his tip and then is gone as well, as his Master says: "Then we should go for breakfast."
Blaise whimpers softly. He has definitely learned to control his need to come, but after the week he's had he just wanted... It is as he notices the raised eyebrow that he realises that this is what he wants. Someone else making his decisions. He is not allowed to come right then and there, and there is no question that allowance is needed, so he doesn't. Instead, he will help his Master prepare breakfast.
He gets up and slips on his boxer briefs and his shirt before he turns around to his Master. "Will we be going out today?"
"There are no plans, other than returning to your home," his Master answers, while righting his pyjamas again.
Blaise nods and then just leaves his clothes where they are and walks towards the kitchen. While he is completely useless in the kitchen - it comes from being raised the way he was - he knows that Severus very much enjoys the way he makes coffee. So, he prepares the Italian coffee maker he got for Severus and then sets it on the stove to cook. He sends a small smile Severus' way, as his Master starts to prepare a breakfast for the both of them, with a few flicks of his wand.
It is in the evening, after they returned to Blaise's flat, and Blaise steps out of the bathroom to find Severus in his bed reading a book, that his heart nearly threatens to give out. This feels awfully domestic, and awfully like something Blaise can get used to.
But the even bigger thing is that it feels like something has changed something between him and Severus. Something big. And he likes that feeling.
Chapter 25: on dw || on lj This entry was originally posted at https://smirkingcat.dreamwidth.org/231990.html comments will be seen sooner over at @lj
Author :
smirkingcat
Rating: NC-17
Word Count : 3600
Notes:
find part one
lj,
dw
as usual all the thanks and gratitude to
themightyflynn for the beta, who is sticking with me through the good, the bad, the exasperated and everything else
used for
hp_bunintheoven October prompt 2: Nausea
this is the last part of our first memory episode; this part focuses on aftercare and i try to warn for the right things, but i am not sure i did that all right, so if you think i am missing a warning, please let me go
Summary What happens in Spain, stays in Spain.
Warnings: fluff, flangst, mpreg, D/s- subtext, OOC, this chapter: present tense, sounding, ropes, aftercare, dealing with bodily needs, sub-drop
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.
Chapter 24 El Intermideo VIII
Blaise opens his eyes again as he feels the ropes being unbound. He sighs, saddened by the loss. It isn't as if he could have spent the night in them anyway, but still, the instant he is unbound is always a bit unsettling. For now, Blaise tries to enjoy the slight buzz and the high he is still on. It takes a moment for his mind to come back and to be aware of his body. But as he starts to become aware, he also notices another urgent feeling, and suddenly he understands why he is unbound.
"Try to stretch your shoulders," his Master orders, as he is still opening the knots carefully.
His Master, for his own reasons, hardly ever uses magic when binding or loosening the ropes. Usually Blaise likes this care. It helps him settle into the feeling of being bound and helpless. Or returning to his own autonomy such as it is. But right now, he would welcome an easy spell.
"Sir;" he says quietly.
"I know, pet. Start to get the feeling back in your arms," his Master orders.
Blaise starts to stretch his arms, making them wake up again. Usually this is part of their play. The muscles do, after all, feel the treatment they have received, and it takes some time for them to go back to feeling normal again. But as he is lying there, he has very little care for his muscles. As soon as the last rope leaves his body, Blaise turns around and tries to move towards the end of the bed, but his legs do not comply.
"You arms, boy. I do not wish to repeat myself again."
There is a warning in the words, but at the moment Blaise has other, more immediate concerns.
"Sir, I need to-"
"I know boy, but you will manage for another two minutes."
Of course his Master understands, but he is not sure if he knows the feeling, or can even imagine the slight panic Blaise is experiencing. But he does as he is told and moves his arms. He massages his wrists, which helps restore function to his fingers.
His Master is massaging his feet, first the calves and then the thighs. If the circumstances were different Blaise would definitely enjoy this, but right now his mind is filled with one thought and one thought alone.
"Try to stand," his Master says and offers his hand. Blaise takes it and, though he feels a bit wobbly, he can stand. He rushes to the adjoined bathroom with deep relief. He takes more time than he needs to in the bathroom and even washes his face. When he steps outside again, his Master is sitting in his chair, clearly waiting for him.
He moves towards his Master, but before he can drop to his knees his Master says, "On the lap, boy."
When Blaise has done as told, he then is given a glass of water, which he drinks before he slumps against the warm body. Suddenly he feels tired and discomforted and weird. As he starts to scratch his chest, where the rope used to be, his Master stills his hand with his own.
"Are you itching?"
The question is absurd because of course he is, otherwise he would not have scratched himself, but then he realises that no, itching was not what he was feeling.
"I might have pushed you too far today-"
"No, no it was fantastic. Weird but good. And the ropes-"
"You like to linger in them, and tonight made a quick removal necessary."
"What - why- "
"Urethra stimulation, a practice called sounding. From our experiences together, I thought it might interest you, as it keeps the balance between pain and pleasure."
"It is weird, but I did like it, " Blaise comments. "Though, I would have never agreed to, if you had asked," he continues softly.
"Not the first time, no, but you have been getting curious about other things through the years as well. And, maybe it was presumptuous of me, but at this stage I felt that I do not have to ask."
"Not presumptuous, no. And it was good until- "
"Until the urge to urinate got too strong and had to be dealt with immediately. It is a natural reaction, and it is healthy, and should protect you from infection, though I have used a more clinical lube and the rods I used have been prepared so they are clean. It is always better to be safe."
Softly, his Master caresses his hair. It feels calming, and Blaise can't fight the tears coming back to his eyes.
"But maybe more preparation would have been beneficial, or maybe another day."
"No, no, I truly enjoyed it, and it was so rewarding, I- I just can't- can't help it."
The shivering starts in his fingers, and he feels so lost, and the world is so heavy, so cold. He wants to be anywhere but here. No, that was not true, he wants to be here, he wants to be in his Master's arms. And it gets even better as the arms around him tighten, and a thumb caresses his forearm.
"Hush, pet. I've got you."
The words are softly spoken and Blaise turns closer to Severus, trying to calm himself. Without him doing anything, his breathing falls into rhythm with Severus and his eyes close slowly. He knows that he is only reacting to the shock of how it ended, and the fear that he would lose control and embarrass himself in a not intended or agreed upon way.
And of course Severus is also right: he likes having the ropes linger on his skin. But this is helping as well. He knows he is being taken good care of, and he feels his appreciation for his Master grow. He has made the best choice back when he chose Severus Snape to be his Master. And what if it isn't only appreciation, what if he genuinely cares for his Master? There is no harm, so there is no foul. He knows how the game works, he accepts the boundaries they have, but by accepting his emotions, he can enjoy their times together even more. And he never grew into the habit of lying to himself.
He startles awake as he is moved, and opens his eyes to darkness. “Hmm?” he asks, not fully aware of himself.
“All is good, pet. Go back to sleep.”
He notices that his Master has moved him into the bed and fights to wake up more. His fingers sink into his Master’s biceps. “Are you-”
“Go back to sleep, now. I will join you after I am done in the bathroom.”
“I will-”
“You will go back to sleep, knowing that I will join you as soon as I am done.”
Blaise wants to protest, wants to say that he is not tired, and that he wants to please his Master more, wants to be better, but the last order was spoken in such a way that there is no room for disobedience.
He drifts back to sleep, with the small noise of the bathroom door as it is closed.
The next morning, Blaise opens his eyes slowly to the new day. He feels Severus at his back, one hand across his chest, keeping him safe, keeping him close. Though he doubts that they started out this way, when Severus came back to bed.
It is the proximity, the feel of skin on skin that he only ever allows with Severus. And he gets the impression that Severus also chooses him to satisfy the basic need for such intimacy. It’s in the lingering of the touch, the implicitness of the cuddle that serves as proof that there is a trust between them that does not carry to others for both of them.
In a way they are both used to keeping people at a distance. Severus uses fear and Blaise uses charm. But between them, those weapons turn into something else. Something much better.
And though they hardly share everything with each other, they have started to talk. They have shared their secrets, their worries, their reasoning. While it is a slow progress, it can’t be denied that they are growing together, and are growing closer together. Sometimes he may doubt that even himself, but with nights like these, where there is proof all around him he has no doubts, and no fear. They are good together, and good for each other. He turns around slowly, careful not to jolt Severus’ arms around too much, and watches his Master sleeping.
The beauty that Severus has is not of the obvious kind. His nose is too crooked and too large, but to Blaise, being from Italian descent, he finds the nose characteristic. He admires the expressive lips, which most of the time show the man’s contempt for the world, but can easily move into a haughty smirk, or an amused grin, if the mood strikes him. Blaise also admires the lines which are carved into the otherwise regular face. To him, those lines add character, and make the face even more interesting.
The feature he has paid the most attention to though the years are the eyes. The man can occlude his mind to the point that all responses disappear and even his eyes become a little influenced by that. But Severus is never able to hide the fire of fury, or lust, or want in his eyes. Blaise knows the twitch of displeasure that starts with Severus’ left brow and, if provoked, can move the lips into a thin line. Severus has a vocabulary that impresses a dictionary, and the facial expressions and tells to match it. And it all has become so incredibly dear to Blaise that sometimes it frightens him. It is a vulnerability that Blaise never expected from his relationship with Severus. A vulnerability he is certain Severus does not want either.
Not that Blaise wants to have a heart to heart conversation about what is going on in his mind. But at least he permits himself the acknowledgement that their relationship has changed. And that his Master wants it to change, since it was mostly Severus who allowed the change to become obvious. A few years back, Severus would never have offered to spend the week with him. Certainly, he would have taken care of Blaise, and would have dropped by daily, but more out of a sense of obligation and responsibility. But this now feels also a bit like Severus wants to see how Blaise lives and conducts himself outside Spinner’s End. Blaise can’t help himself it; feels like a big deal to both of them.
Admiring Severus always makes Blaise want to touch him as well. It’s an impulse he can rarely follow, so as the opportunity presents itself now, Blaise is loath to let it slip by.
With a soft touch he lets his fingertips ghost the soft lips, feeling the even breath before he travels lower towards the chest. There are many scars all over Severus’ body, most of them apparently from the first war, when explosions were the favourite form of attack from the Death Eaters. Some though, are as young as the second war, and the most prominent is the one on his neck. The one that Severus hides from public scrutiny all the time. It is an ugly thing: where the poison has pierced the skin, it looks burned and rigid, lines of skin have appeared around it. Furthermore, the bite made it seem as if the snake has taken out a chunk of Severus’ neck. Blaise has done some research and apparently it is the sign of a cursed scar: The Dark Lord had wanted Severus to die, and somehow the snake was his weapon of choice, which lead to an increase of dark magic, from which the consequences could be seen at Severus’ neck. It is weird for the man to try and hide it, because everybody knows it is there, but Blaise likes this vain attempt. He would even go so far to call it cute. Obviously not out loud, but still.
He lets his fingers move further down skimming over the broad chest. Soon enough the fabric of Severus’ shirt stops his investigations. For a moment, Blaise debates with himself over whether he dares to open the shirt, but then he simply opens the first button and the rest. Severus is sleeping and, after all, he has never been forbidden to touch except for when he is told to hold still.
The first brush against Severus’ skin sends shivers through him. Though Severus’ hands always feel exceptionally warm, his skin, in comparison, is cooler. But there is also something intriguing in touching his Master in such a free way.
Soon enough, he reaches the top of Severus’ pyjama bottoms. He gnaws at his bottom lip before he carefully pushes the top lower. He doesn’t dare to undress Severus without his permission, he just needs to explore him again, feel the man beneath his fingers, though it is not a conscious decision. Softly, his fingers ghost over the soft cock. Blaise has worshiped this cock for hours, knows it nearly as well as his own, and still he is fascinated by it. There is a heaviness to it that always sparks arousal in him. The fact that Severus’ cook ever so slightly crooks to the right, or that his left ball hangs a bit lower, has been something that fascinated him ever since he first discovered it, some two years ago. And still he knows that he has many things to learn - that Severus has many things left to teach him - as to how best to please him. A fact Blaise rejoices in, as it lessens his fear of becoming too boring for his Master.
Carefully he lets his fingers wander over the soft member, though his eyes are shifting between the slowly stiffening cock and Severus’ sleeping face. He knows it is not forbidden, but it feels a bit like doing something forbidden. However, the harder Severus’ penis grows, the more his concentration slips and he forgets to watch if Severus is still asleep. Instead, he leans forward, placing gentle kisses along the vein of the now hard cock before he closes his lips around the tip. Fuck, he has missed this feeling. He knows it's stupid, and most likely embarrassing beyond belief, but the feeling he gets when he has his Master’s cock in his mouth is one of complete freedom. He knows he is safe, and he doesn’t have to decide anything, sometimes not even how fast or how deep he takes his Master. These are moments of pure bliss, and of pure perfection that Blaise relishes. But it has to be this cock, this man. Nobody else has ever made him feel this way, and Blaise fears, that nobody else ever will.
A low hum escapes his throat as the first drops of pre-cum meet his tongue.
"Getting to the treat early, I see."
Blaise slowly opens his eyes, and even slower, he looks up to his Master’s face, where he is met with his Master’s open eyes, and a raised eyebrow. He stays where he is, because having a mouth full of cock is a good reason not to answer, he thinks. And because he is not sure what kind of mood his Master is this morning. A large, warm hand, finds its way into his hair, not pushing, not tugging, just laying there.
"Well?"
With relief, Blaise notes the slight tug on the right side of his Master’s lips, a sure sign that his Master isn’t angry. Maybe he is even a bit amused.
He sighs against the cock as he slowly moves his lips back to the top again. As long as his Master is not angry, Blaise can continue what he has been doing.
With great enjoyment, he lets his tongue explore the familiar texture, sucks each precious drop into him. He has never enjoyed giving head as much as he does now, since his Master took him under his tutelage and showed him how much more there could be to it than he had experienced before. And feeling his Master’s eyes on him only makes it better. Making his Master breathe heavier, making him praise Blaise, is what really sets his own body on fire.
"Such a good boy you are."
Blaise moans at the praise. It does all kinds of weird things to him: makes his blood rush, his skin warm, and gets him lost in the moment. A moment where he only needs to focus on the cock in his mouth and to give his Master as much pleasure as he can. He moves his head slowly and takes Severus' cock deeper into his mouth, letting the tongue pleasure the skin it reaches.
"And such a good, eager learner as well. It is never disappointing teaching you new things."
The words are accompanied with a praising hand moving through his hair, as a soft shiver works its way through Blaise's body. With practised ease he lets the cock go deeper, until his nose is against his Master's skin, and he has taken the cock in down to the root. It has been his pleasure to be shown how to do that, and now he loves it, loves the feeling he gets from taking Master in this deep, feeling every tiny change.
As he moves his head again, focusing more on the tip for a few swirls, he tastes Severus, and it is such an unique taste, though the last time he has tasted anybody else is about six years ago. Not that Blaise has any need to change that. This here is pure bliss.
He feels the first shivers working through his Master's muscles, well aware of what they mean and increases his efforts. He wants his Master to enjoy being woken up the way he had been that day.
The hand in his hair just lays there, not pressuring, not controlling his movements. His Master trusts Blaise to know how he likes it, but also lets him choose what he wants to give. And Blaise wants to give it all. He speeds up his movements and caressingly strokes over his Master's balls, enjoying their heavy feeling. He feels the muscles in Severus' thighs go taut, his balls drawing closer, as his Master comes in his mouth. Blaise makes sure to swallow every last drop and still stays where he is. Not teasing the softening member with his tongue, but providing a bit of warmth and comfort for his Master. And most likely also for his own enjoyment, but if he doesn't think about that, he doesn't have to acknowledge it.
After his Master's breath has evened out again, the hand resting on Blaise's head, moves below his chin and slowly pushes him away from his Master's cock. It drags him closer to his Master. Blaise follows the silent command willingly, and offers his lips for the kiss that is bestowed on him. It is only when calloused fingers wrap around his own erection, which he had not even realised until that moment, that he breaks the kiss in a loud moan again.
"Had a good morning, have we now?" There is amusement in his Master's voice, and Blaise knows that he had put it there, but also that his life is not going to be easy when his Master wants to play.
"I hope so, Sir," he answers, closing his eyes as the fingers around his cock start to tease him more and more.
The hand is lifted from his erection, just one finger tracing his vein. It swirls across his tip and then is gone as well, as his Master says: "Then we should go for breakfast."
Blaise whimpers softly. He has definitely learned to control his need to come, but after the week he's had he just wanted... It is as he notices the raised eyebrow that he realises that this is what he wants. Someone else making his decisions. He is not allowed to come right then and there, and there is no question that allowance is needed, so he doesn't. Instead, he will help his Master prepare breakfast.
He gets up and slips on his boxer briefs and his shirt before he turns around to his Master. "Will we be going out today?"
"There are no plans, other than returning to your home," his Master answers, while righting his pyjamas again.
Blaise nods and then just leaves his clothes where they are and walks towards the kitchen. While he is completely useless in the kitchen - it comes from being raised the way he was - he knows that Severus very much enjoys the way he makes coffee. So, he prepares the Italian coffee maker he got for Severus and then sets it on the stove to cook. He sends a small smile Severus' way, as his Master starts to prepare a breakfast for the both of them, with a few flicks of his wand.
It is in the evening, after they returned to Blaise's flat, and Blaise steps out of the bathroom to find Severus in his bed reading a book, that his heart nearly threatens to give out. This feels awfully domestic, and awfully like something Blaise can get used to.
But the even bigger thing is that it feels like something has changed something between him and Severus. Something big. And he likes that feeling.
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