Subspace
OMG, you guys. snape100’s challenge this week is one I had to try: going to Wikipedia, clicking ‘random article’ and writing a drabble around whatever you get. I got dopamine receptor.
Title: Subspace
Word count: 200
Characters/pairings: Snape/Draco
Rating: R
Summary: Aftercare: Draco’s sunk in his own mind, but Severus’ voice anchors him.
Warnings: lots of references to D/s, bondage, and whipping; fluff
Disclaimer: The boys and girls belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: This breaks cleanly into two drabbles, but I’m not separating them here.
After his orgasm, Draco went limp, his breath sobbing out. Severus came in short order, and withdrew. With the removal of his bruising grip on Draco’s hips, Draco curled facedown on the bed, his face close to the thick knots of rope around his wrists.
Severus was talking. Draco shut his eyes, letting thought slip away: his body was buzzing, and the world was far away. But Severus’ deep voice was murmuring in the background, and his hands were on Draco: cleaning the wounds on his back, untying the rope, touching his face. Draco opened his eyes at that last.
“Are you all right?”
“’Course. You were... dopamines? Endorphins?”
“All the wonderful things making you feel as you do now.”
“That’s you,” said Draco, frowning. Severus chuckled and withdrew. But he kept talking, the low susurrus of his voice a comforting constant over the clink of metal as Severus put the toys away.
When they went to sleep Draco usually pressed shamelessly up against Severus, demanding attention. On nights like this, exhausted and mindless and smiling, he simply lay still when Severus lay down next to him.
Severus always pulled him into his arms though. So that was all right.
Title: Subspace
Word count: 200
Characters/pairings: Snape/Draco
Rating: R
Summary: Aftercare: Draco’s sunk in his own mind, but Severus’ voice anchors him.
Warnings: lots of references to D/s, bondage, and whipping; fluff
Disclaimer: The boys and girls belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: This breaks cleanly into two drabbles, but I’m not separating them here.
After his orgasm, Draco went limp, his breath sobbing out. Severus came in short order, and withdrew. With the removal of his bruising grip on Draco’s hips, Draco curled facedown on the bed, his face close to the thick knots of rope around his wrists.
Severus was talking. Draco shut his eyes, letting thought slip away: his body was buzzing, and the world was far away. But Severus’ deep voice was murmuring in the background, and his hands were on Draco: cleaning the wounds on his back, untying the rope, touching his face. Draco opened his eyes at that last.
“Are you all right?”
“’Course. You were... dopamines? Endorphins?”
“All the wonderful things making you feel as you do now.”
“That’s you,” said Draco, frowning. Severus chuckled and withdrew. But he kept talking, the low susurrus of his voice a comforting constant over the clink of metal as Severus put the toys away.
When they went to sleep Draco usually pressed shamelessly up against Severus, demanding attention. On nights like this, exhausted and mindless and smiling, he simply lay still when Severus lay down next to him.
Severus always pulled him into his arms though. So that was all right.