Challenge 1 - Clothing (2/9/06)

[goseaward]

Snape/Draco, corsetry, must include music (courtesy me!)

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[goseaward]

"It's not going to work," Snape sneered

[geoviki]

It was entirely understandable, Snape told himself, that Draco would be so traumatized that he was nearly catatonic that first day at Spinner's End. After all, the events of the night before on the Astronomy Tower were just beginning to sink in. Snape watched Draco drift into his thoughts, then pull himself back to the present with an abrupt jerk, a wild look in his eyes. Draco looked strangely relieved when Snape ordered him to bed not long after a dinner that was rearranged rather than eaten

[geoviki]

On day ten, Draco surprised him by conjuring up a rather clever glamour and begging to be allowed to go to Diagon Alley for no more than an hour. Against his better judgement, Snape allowed it, but Draco returned in good time and without incident

Reclamation, part 1

[arsenicjade]

Snape could hate Valentine's Day for the omnipresence of red alone; he hates red. Even the bright, heart-shaped splashes of the color which look nothing like Gryffindor scarves, or Weasley locks, or the thick gush of blood from a well-aimed Sectumsempra. Even that red bites at his nerves, makes him want to run. Where he would go is beyond him. Every-bloody-one celebrates Valentine's Day

Re: Reclamation, part 2

[arsenicjade]

The best part, however, even better than Draco's lips, colored confections of glitter-pink, or his fairy-pink dusted eyes, is the corset cinching at his waist, his chest. It matches everything else, of course, and Draco's nipples, moving with slight, hitched breaths under the constraint of the piece, are just a shade darker, dusting its top edge. The laces, which Draco has undoubtedly pulled tighter than he should with the aid of magic are silken, twisting and pooling over his legs

Re: Reclamation, part 3

[arsenicjade]

The sturdy whalebone structure of the corset presses against Severus chest, different from the familiar muscled sturdiness of Draco's bare chest. Draco's slide is smooth, uninhibited and Severus can hardly string together the thought, "He made himself ready for this," underneath the maelstrom of "smooth" and "oh" and "Draco" and "oh" that has taken over his mind

[femmequixotic]

Draco set the bottle back on the sidebar, and picked up the glasses, sipping from one as he turned back to the hearth and Severus slouched in the leather chair beside it. The flames cast flickering shadows across Severus's sharp features and warmed his sallow cheeks, and Draco's breath caught

[femmequixotic]

"I love you," he whispered, barely over the trill of horns and the pounding of his heart, but Severus stilled and he looked at Draco, eyes wide and deep and Draco said it again, louder this time, and Severus reached for him, his hands sliding into Draco's robe, curling around his waist, pulled thin by laces and whalebone, and they were kissing, mouths hot and wet and Draco needed Severus; he needed him more than air, needed his touch and his mouth and they were on the floor and Severus was biting his neck, his shoulders, and his mouth was sliding down slick silk, and Draco could feel the heat of him, wanted Severus's hands on him-please, God--and then his fingers, yes, and his mouth, and Draco arched up into Severus's touches and into his cock and he loved him, loved him, pleaseThey lay silent on the floor, twisted around each other, and Severus's fingers were in Draco's hair, stroking lightly, twisting a blond lock around one knuckle. The firelight was warm on Draco's skin and he touched Severus's chest, almost hesitantly. He could

[geoviki]

What Did I Do To Deserve This? by geoviki

Snape was scowling, never a good sign. "Strip out of that corset, Draco, shut the damned music off, and get your arse over here."

The End