Halloween Gift for Inamac
Gift for: inamac
From: Bonfoi
Title: Wax On, Wax Off
Pairing: Rabastan Lestrange/Severus Snape
Rating: R
Summary: Ever wonder how Death Eaters spend the day after Halloween?
Notes: For inamac, who deserves all the smutty DE’s she can handle! I didn’t put any incantations in, but there’s still magic…and no fluffy unicorns. Happy All Hallow’s Eve! Comments, like rain in the desert, are greatly appreciated. Thank you for reading.
Disclaimer: The world of Harry Potter, its characters and settings are the copyrighted works of J.K. Rowling, Warner Bros., her publishing companies and affiliates. No profit was made from the writing of this story nor was any malice intended in any way, shape or form to the author or the actors/actresses who so brilliantly have brought them to life. This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.
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Bellatrix’s high-pitched giggles echoed from the other room. Rabastan ignored her to hear the wheezes puffing out between Snape’s lips. He ignored the steam hissing from the kettle as he stepped closer, licking his lips as Severus’ demon-dark eyes blinked at him, begged him for more.
“I’m glad I put that gag in your pretty mouth, Snape. You scream like a little girl whenever I pull the strips off.” Rabastan rubbed his fingers over Snape’s shoulders, marveling at the silky texture. “I would never have thought a Potions master, with access to so many quality ingredients couldn’t create an adequate depilatory lotion.”
Severus watched through slitted eyes as Rabastan swirled a flat stick into honeyed wax and began smearing the concoction on the curling hairs around his belly-button. He saw the linen pressed into it and screamed into his gag as Lestrange yanked it away.
When Rabastan’s lips and tongue flicked over the pink skin, Severus moaned and tried to writhe closer. Each strip revealed more for Rabastan to feast on. Soon, the darkest thing on Severus’ body-besides the Dark Mark-was the love-bite roadmap Rabastan had been making.
“A cock in the bush…delightful.” Rabastan licked the smoothest skin.