[Fic:] Not a change, just an Not a Change, just an Adjustment Chapter 27
Title: Chapter 27 Play Time
Author :
smirkingcat
Rating: NC-17
Word Count : 3.957
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 February prompt 2: Your favourite flowers
Summary: As promised his Master wants to play, and Blaise is rather excited for it.
Warnings: fluff, flangst, mpreg, D/s- subtext, OOC, heavy future angst planned this chapter: kink
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 27 Play Time
After lunch, Blaise did as he was told and laid down in bed for a nap. He did not fall completely asleep, but resting and closing his eyes still felt comfortable and relaxing. Also although Severus clearly was annoyed with the elves, he seemed to be settling in nicely. And Blaise was relieved by that.
Blaise woke as a heavy hand settled on his hip. He had not heard the door or the steps of his Master's approach, but having his Master bring him out of his rest slowly felt incredibly nice.
"Are you well rested, pet?"
The bed dipped as his Master sat down next to him and Blaise opened his eyes to look up at his Master.
"Yes, Sir. Still a bit drowsy," he answered honestly and without really thinking about it.
"I am certain you will feel wide awake before long." His Master grinned, as his hand slowly caressed Blaise's cheek, moving to tease the rim of his ear.
Blaise had no doubt that his Master was right. And at the reminder of what was coming, excitement started to take root in Blaise's belly.
"Are you awake enough to get up and undress, without upsetting yourself?" his Master asked.
It took Blaise a long moment before he understood what his Master was worrying about. "I usually do not get sick after I manage to get through the morning," he explained and sat up. He stayed seated for a few breaths before he left the bed and took a couple of steps away from the bed.
As he started to undo the buttons on his shirt, his eyes met his Master's and a rather judgemental raised eyebrow.
Oh.
So, his Master wanted a full show?
Blaise should have known that.
After all their time together, Blaise was not certain that watching him getting undressed now could be as exciting for his Master as it had been in the past. Even if Blaise tried to make his body move in the most gracious way he was able, his Master had seen it all before.
Furthermore, and no matter how much Blaise tried to ignore it, the pregnancy was beginning to impact his body. And when he said his body, he meant his entire body: his belly for obvious reasons, but also his thighs and his ankles did not look the same to him. It was worrisome to him, because he was prepared that his middle was... well, was being demolished by the child, but to see the added pounds and water weight was scary to him. Especially as he had never before been confronted with insecurities about his body, or the way it might move.
Letting his shirt fall to the ground was the easy part. His Master had told him many times how much he admired his back, and had shown that in his acts as well. But Blaise struggled with the reality that was his legs and his body in general at the moment.
He removed his trousers and his pants in a slower fashion than usual, but if his Master noticed, he never said anything. And once he turned around, his Masters eyes roamed hungrily over his body. It made his heart skip a beat to realise that although he had doubts, at least for now, his Master still desired him.
There was a look his Master threw him, and Blaise just walked over and sunk to his knees in front of him, leaning slightly back. A hand moved through his hair, caressing his strands.
"Your hair has grown. I must say, I find myself liking it," his Master praised him.
Blaise had an urge to argue, he always did, when it came to his hair. He liked it short. It gave him a rather manly and strong look, where as having it longer, made him feel all soft, and weak.
The hand travelled through his hair a few more times before his face was cupped, and he was made to look up at his Master. His Master’s face was so distinguished; the ridge of the nose was elegant to Blaise, while his eyes were fierce and beautiful beyond doubt. Blaise's heart skipped yet another beat. This was dangerous territory and Blaise wished that his Master would let him look at anything else, before he got even more caught up in his own emotions.
He moved as his Master demanded him to, and was pulled up into a kiss that, at first, was all innocent and soft. Blaise had time to think, that, ever since they moved here, they had spent even less time on kissing than before. Even though he was certain they both enjoyed it. Then his thoughts were blown away as the kiss was deepened. Blaise stretched as far as he could, while trying to keep his balance.
He knew he was allowed to lean against his Master, but he also knew that it would please his Master more if he kept his balance; if he did not need to use his arms. And Blaise was always eager to please his Master.
His effort earned him an appreciative look from his Master that sent a warm shiver through his body. Nothing compared to the feeling of pleasing his Master. It outshined all the other emotions in his mind. His body, however, was very much getting turned on in an entirely different way. And the anticipation was a whole different spice added to the mix.
"Close your eyes."
The order was spoken softly, but that just made Blaise hasten to obey. But there was more to it than just the simple command. There were times when his Master chose to use a blindfold, and times when he decided that Blaise should have the control necessary to keep his eyes closed.
Blaise still was not certain if he appreciated that trust. He always feared that he may lose control, that his eyes would open, that his body would move... it was a challenge. A challenge he sought, he craved, he loved. A challenge only his Master was able to provide. And it was more the fear of disappointing his Master than the fear of punishment that really did his head in.
Something soft brushed over his left arm. Closer to his neck and over his face, touching his closed eyelids. It was a sensation Blaise had not been prepared for. He had expected something cold, or hot maybe, but not something so soft. He tried to work out what it was. It didn't feel anything like the feathers he had felt before. His Master also liked to think outside of the normal, so it might not be something he had used before? Maybe it was just a spell?
"Are you losing interest, boy?" his Master asked. There was an edge to the voice that Blaise could not describe. It might have been amusement, but it could also be anger. It was difficult to decipher his Master's moods without the help of looking into those dark eyes, or following the hints given by the twitches of the lips.
"Just wondering, Sir," Blaise answered truthfully.
"About what?"
There was a sharp sting coming from his right nipple and it was a fight to keep his eyes shut while his body moved on reflex.
"Pet."
Blaise needed a minute. He could not say what it was, something sharp and heavy and cold? Maybe? But it was now firmly attached to him, and it sent wave after wave of sensation through him.
"I- wondering, about the first - ohhh," he tried to answer, but as the soft feeling was now back, circling around his left nipple, leaving a sensation behind that felt cold at first but got warmer with every breath. Blaise shuddered and for a moment he had to fight for his stability, as he felt as if he was about to topple over. It was more luck than intent that kept him upright, he was certain of that.
"Will it help to wonder, boy?"
"No, Sir. I just...couldn't help myself, for a moment there," Blaise answered.
He breathed heavily, as his body was still trying to adapt to the stimulation. The tug on his right nipple seemed to grow in intensity with every heartbeat. But, even more confusing was the soft feeling that returned, sometimes cold, sometimes so hot that he could not help but to flinch away from it. And in those moments he forgot about whatever it was that was attached to him, only to be made very much aware of the sensation in the next moment as it throbbed through his body.
"Uhhg," Blaise moaned as an ice cube, and he was certain it was an ice cube, was moved over his erection. The sensation of the cold, the water melting over it, the sensation of the cold wetness slowly being heated by him- it was exhilarating, as much as it was torture at the same time.
Then the softness returned in the most surprising way as it moved around his muscle and left some cold substance there, but Blaise had no time to focus on it, as his Master's fingers caressed his chest and his stomach, leaving a very different kind of sensation behind. Blaise was certain he would always recognise his Master's hand just by feel alone, never to mention on sight. Not only because of the calluses or his Master's tendency to keep his nails extremely short and clean, but also because he knows the little details. That the left pointer finger had in numerable tiny scars from cutting too deep too often. Or the form of the knuckles, the length of the fingers. Blaise had spent hours worshipping those hands, not just since he managed to seduce his Master, but even before then. Watching him work on his own potion. Watching Severus work with his hands was indescribably erotic, in Blaise's opinion.
After some time passed, that Blaise not only spent basking in his Master's touch but also used to clamp down and get himself back under control, his Master started the game anew.
This time it started with an entirely different feeling. It was a sharp and cold sensation, and it moved in a rather familiar way over his chest and stomach. Not familiar as in he had felt it before, but familiar as in he could see the spikes and sharp edges: his Master was writing on him.
"Uhhg," Blaise moaned again, as the different sensations of the sharp writing, the painful hotness burning around his entrance and the feeling on his cock, made him shudder and slowly lose his focus. At the same time whatever it was that was tugging on his right nipple grew colder and heavier with each breath. He was going to lose his mind, and his control.
"Hush, boy," his Master demanded, reminding him that he was not to simply get lost in the sensation and chase his pleasure. He was to focus on the now, and what his Master chose to share with him and please his Master any way his Master wanted.
Then the feeling of the sharp nip against his skin returned and Blaise had to fight his entire body as to not shudder and surrender to the sensations. His Master wrote all across his chest, down to the hips, and though Blaise was able to discern some of the letters, especially the 't's and the 'i's, he had no idea what was written on him. But if his Master wanted to use him as paper, Blaise would gladly offer his skin for that purpose.
Blaise sighed in relief as his Master's hands left him, because he was at his limit, and his body shuddered violently due to all the sensations. Another load moan escaped him as something incredible soft was moved down his spine.
"Bergenia cordifolia. Not your favourite flower, but one I am fond of. It has a very appealing bloom, and a soft smell to it," his Master said.
Blaise moaned again, as something cold and thin was pushed into him. The coldness only made the hotness itch even more. And then he felt the soft touch of the petals against his burning skin, which made it impossible to focus on anything else.
"Not to mention that Bergenia cordifolia also is quite a pleasurable plant, would you not agree, pet?"
Blaise at first believed that this was a rhetorical question, but as his Master stayed silent, he understood that he was expected to answer.
"Yes, Sir," he said, struggling to even remember what the question was. All the different sensations were clouding his mind.
"Tell me boy, what was the question you just answered?"
Blaise's head jerked, and it took all his control for a moment to keep his eyes closed, to not look at his Master. But he needed, he wanted to see his Master, to know what he looked like, to make sure he had not displeased him.
"... if I... if I like... the flower- the Bercordia something?" His answer was more a question then a statement, but his mind was such a mess.
"Close enough for the moment," his Master said. Blaise was certain there was a hint of disappointment, but he was not sure why his Master was displeased. He felt a deep need to apologise, but that would only aggravate his Master more.
There were so many sensations all over his body, making it difficult to focus on anything, while at the same time he felt like he was hyper aware of his body: his laboured breathing, the need to open his eyes, the shudders working their way through his body, from the top of his head to his toes. And the knowledge that he was not allowed to just give in to the lust, to just come as his body wanted to. It was a sensation Blaise would describe like floating on clouds, while trying really hard to not get lost in the sensation. It was one of the best feelings there was.
"Merlin, no," Blaise moaned loudly, as whatever had been fixed to his right nipple before was taken off. It was its own kind of sensation.
"Allowances have to be made, pet. I think your hormones combined with the games we play are too much for you right now."
Calloused fingers returned to his nipple, playing softly with it, so that the harsh itching was turned into something closer to a sensation. It felt so good that he could not stop the moan, and had to bite down on his lips in order not to beg.
"Boy, do you feel capable of having a conversation?"
"Yes, Sir," Blaise answered without hesitation. It was a question his Master asked, and there was only one answer, and the need to please in his mind. But then slowly the meaning of the words sunk in. And his Master had no patience for fools or false pretence. "Sir? What sort of conversation?" he asked to make sure he would do nothing to disappoint his Master.
"A decent conversation, with your friends," his Master answered, caressing the flower petals.
Blaise breathed deeply, trying to make this all make sense. "I... I can, I will, Sir... " Blaise said . But after a moment, and with a bit more insecurity he added:"It would... maybe... go easier with a break... so much sensation." He was not sure what it was, the anticipation his Master had provoked, the fact that they hadn't played like this for quite some time, the stress that finally found an outlet, the relief that all he had to do was be in the moment and keep his eyes closed, or as his Master suggested his hormones driving him crazy, but his mind was such a mess already, and right now Pansy would eat him alive, never to mention what Theo and Draco would get up to.
"Such a good boy."
Blaise was confused by the praise. After all, he had just confessed that he was unable to play like they used to. Though today was not anything they had done before. He still was wondering what that soft thing was. It didn't feel like a brush, it didn't feel like anything he was familiar with. As his Master's hand caressed his face, Blaise leaned into the reassuring touch.
"Sit back," his Master ordered, and guided him so that Blaise was sitting on top of his feet.
"I am not leaving the room, so take your time, try to relax." The words were accompanied with another warm caress across his cheek and through his hair, making him feel well cared for.
Blaise nodded, and tried to make himself more comfortable. He could still feel the writing on his skin, but in contrast to the heat and the unfamiliar softness against his entrance it was a low hum. His nipple still throbbed, as the sensation of whatever had been used on him had not yet completely worn off. Or it was the throb in his erection that he felt there as well. He would not judge himself to be on the edge yet, it would take a bit more than that, but in all honesty, he was aware that he was much closer than usual.
Blaise tried to breathe deeply. He had once again lost the concept of time, but he was certain that Severus and he had to leave sooner rather than later. And he was not going to stand in front of his friends while he was aroused. Especially considering what he had to tell them. The mere thought of what he-
"Boy, I told you to relax, not to forget whom you belong to."
"Yes, Sir."
And with that, Blaise focused on the moment again and on all the sensations still running through his body, while trying to relax. He had not paid enough attention to his Master to know where he had gone. It was not only his own mistake, it was a rookie mistake on top of everything.
"Careful now," his Master said, warning Blaise.
The soft cleaning charm left its own tingling feeling over Blaise's body, and for a moment Blaise feared that whatever his Master had written on him would vanish before he got to read it. But then he could feel the heat beneath the flower petals come back, and then he noticed the tingling to his chest and stomach again.
He was amazed with the magical power and precision of his Master all over again. The spell had to be specific, as his sweat was gone, and he felt like he had just stepped out of a shower. And at the same time, the fluids his Master applied on him were still there, except for his cock, for which he was entirely grateful. The hum of sensation that thumbed through his body was at a manageable and even enjoyable level now. It gave Blaise a peace of mind that was hard to describe, as it seemed counter intuitive with the way his body felt.
"Reach out your arms."
As Blaise did as ordered, he felt a button down being placed on him. And with another efficient spell his buttons were closed. Then his Master took his hands.
"Slowly stand up, pet."
Blaise stood up slowly. It had not felt this way before but now he became aware that his feet apparently had fallen asleep as well. He tightened his grip on his Master’s hands as he feared falling face down any instant.
With great care, his Master helped him onto the bed, making sure he sat down comfortably. Blaise moved his toes to get the blood flow back to normal in his feet. As his Master also started to massage his calves, he sighed with relief. This felt amazing.
"How is your back doing?"
"My back, Sir?" Blaise asked, confused.
"Yes, pet, your back. I had you sitting on your knees for quite some time, so do you feel any sort of strain in your back?"
Blaise felt as if he were blushing. He didn't like to embarrass himself in front of his Master. At least not with words, he was wittier than that!
He then focused on his back and tried to figure out if anything hurt. He was well aware that he was too high on lust to notice if anything was different, if he didn't focus on it.
"As far as I can say, Sir, nothing hurts."
"That is good enough for now," his Master agreed. "Lift your left foot," his Master ordered him next, and Blaise complied without a thought. "Right next."
It was then that he was able to put two and two together, as he felt yet another piece of clothing being put on. His Master was dressing him, and in some unknown part of himself he found that circumstance hilarious. Of course it, was not the first time that his Master dictated his outfit, but he had never been dressed before. It just was odd, especially as he still had his eyes closed.
"Stand up."
Blaise moved his now sock covered toes one last time, to make sure his feet would hold him upright, before he got up. There was a teasing touch to his softened cock that sent yet another shiver through his body.
"Sir," the plea escaped from Blaise's lips without his permission, but he stopped himself from saying anything else. Even if the touch continued, all the relaxation was not going to help him. But then his Master took pity on him, and his pants were put on, then his trousers.
Blaise waited to be told to open his eyes, but instead he was kissed in a fierce and thorough way. Once the kiss was over, his breath was laboured.
"Open your eyes," his Master finally said.
The first thing he saw, was his own hand, pulling on his Master's shirt.
"Sorry," he said, as he lifted his eyes, and moved his hand.
"Nothing to be sorry about."
There was a pleasure in his Master's eyes that made Blaise preen, and also feel really happy. His Master was pleased with him, even though he had made so many mistakes today.
"If we do not want to be late, we have to go," his Master said, stroking though his hair once again.
Blaise hid his soft smile. It was one of the things he admired, maybe even loved if he dared to go there, about his Master: the attention to detail, and manners. If Severus was late, it was not by his design but because something or someone interfered. Never to mention that Severus did not just not like to be late, but he preferred to be first at an unfamiliar venue, just to find the one spot from where he had the whole room in his view.
"Pansy lives at Westend Estate now," he said and followed Severus down to the floo.
Chapter 28: on DW || on LJ This entry was originally posted at https://smirkingcat.dreamwidth.org/258033.html comments will be seen sooner over at @lj
Author :
smirkingcat
Rating: NC-17
Word Count : 3.957
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 February prompt 2: Your favourite flowers
Summary: As promised his Master wants to play, and Blaise is rather excited for it.
Warnings: fluff, flangst, mpreg, D/s- subtext, OOC, heavy future angst planned this chapter: kink
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 27 Play Time
After lunch, Blaise did as he was told and laid down in bed for a nap. He did not fall completely asleep, but resting and closing his eyes still felt comfortable and relaxing. Also although Severus clearly was annoyed with the elves, he seemed to be settling in nicely. And Blaise was relieved by that.
Blaise woke as a heavy hand settled on his hip. He had not heard the door or the steps of his Master's approach, but having his Master bring him out of his rest slowly felt incredibly nice.
"Are you well rested, pet?"
The bed dipped as his Master sat down next to him and Blaise opened his eyes to look up at his Master.
"Yes, Sir. Still a bit drowsy," he answered honestly and without really thinking about it.
"I am certain you will feel wide awake before long." His Master grinned, as his hand slowly caressed Blaise's cheek, moving to tease the rim of his ear.
Blaise had no doubt that his Master was right. And at the reminder of what was coming, excitement started to take root in Blaise's belly.
"Are you awake enough to get up and undress, without upsetting yourself?" his Master asked.
It took Blaise a long moment before he understood what his Master was worrying about. "I usually do not get sick after I manage to get through the morning," he explained and sat up. He stayed seated for a few breaths before he left the bed and took a couple of steps away from the bed.
As he started to undo the buttons on his shirt, his eyes met his Master's and a rather judgemental raised eyebrow.
Oh.
So, his Master wanted a full show?
Blaise should have known that.
After all their time together, Blaise was not certain that watching him getting undressed now could be as exciting for his Master as it had been in the past. Even if Blaise tried to make his body move in the most gracious way he was able, his Master had seen it all before.
Furthermore, and no matter how much Blaise tried to ignore it, the pregnancy was beginning to impact his body. And when he said his body, he meant his entire body: his belly for obvious reasons, but also his thighs and his ankles did not look the same to him. It was worrisome to him, because he was prepared that his middle was... well, was being demolished by the child, but to see the added pounds and water weight was scary to him. Especially as he had never before been confronted with insecurities about his body, or the way it might move.
Letting his shirt fall to the ground was the easy part. His Master had told him many times how much he admired his back, and had shown that in his acts as well. But Blaise struggled with the reality that was his legs and his body in general at the moment.
He removed his trousers and his pants in a slower fashion than usual, but if his Master noticed, he never said anything. And once he turned around, his Masters eyes roamed hungrily over his body. It made his heart skip a beat to realise that although he had doubts, at least for now, his Master still desired him.
There was a look his Master threw him, and Blaise just walked over and sunk to his knees in front of him, leaning slightly back. A hand moved through his hair, caressing his strands.
"Your hair has grown. I must say, I find myself liking it," his Master praised him.
Blaise had an urge to argue, he always did, when it came to his hair. He liked it short. It gave him a rather manly and strong look, where as having it longer, made him feel all soft, and weak.
The hand travelled through his hair a few more times before his face was cupped, and he was made to look up at his Master. His Master’s face was so distinguished; the ridge of the nose was elegant to Blaise, while his eyes were fierce and beautiful beyond doubt. Blaise's heart skipped yet another beat. This was dangerous territory and Blaise wished that his Master would let him look at anything else, before he got even more caught up in his own emotions.
He moved as his Master demanded him to, and was pulled up into a kiss that, at first, was all innocent and soft. Blaise had time to think, that, ever since they moved here, they had spent even less time on kissing than before. Even though he was certain they both enjoyed it. Then his thoughts were blown away as the kiss was deepened. Blaise stretched as far as he could, while trying to keep his balance.
He knew he was allowed to lean against his Master, but he also knew that it would please his Master more if he kept his balance; if he did not need to use his arms. And Blaise was always eager to please his Master.
His effort earned him an appreciative look from his Master that sent a warm shiver through his body. Nothing compared to the feeling of pleasing his Master. It outshined all the other emotions in his mind. His body, however, was very much getting turned on in an entirely different way. And the anticipation was a whole different spice added to the mix.
"Close your eyes."
The order was spoken softly, but that just made Blaise hasten to obey. But there was more to it than just the simple command. There were times when his Master chose to use a blindfold, and times when he decided that Blaise should have the control necessary to keep his eyes closed.
Blaise still was not certain if he appreciated that trust. He always feared that he may lose control, that his eyes would open, that his body would move... it was a challenge. A challenge he sought, he craved, he loved. A challenge only his Master was able to provide. And it was more the fear of disappointing his Master than the fear of punishment that really did his head in.
Something soft brushed over his left arm. Closer to his neck and over his face, touching his closed eyelids. It was a sensation Blaise had not been prepared for. He had expected something cold, or hot maybe, but not something so soft. He tried to work out what it was. It didn't feel anything like the feathers he had felt before. His Master also liked to think outside of the normal, so it might not be something he had used before? Maybe it was just a spell?
"Are you losing interest, boy?" his Master asked. There was an edge to the voice that Blaise could not describe. It might have been amusement, but it could also be anger. It was difficult to decipher his Master's moods without the help of looking into those dark eyes, or following the hints given by the twitches of the lips.
"Just wondering, Sir," Blaise answered truthfully.
"About what?"
There was a sharp sting coming from his right nipple and it was a fight to keep his eyes shut while his body moved on reflex.
"Pet."
Blaise needed a minute. He could not say what it was, something sharp and heavy and cold? Maybe? But it was now firmly attached to him, and it sent wave after wave of sensation through him.
"I- wondering, about the first - ohhh," he tried to answer, but as the soft feeling was now back, circling around his left nipple, leaving a sensation behind that felt cold at first but got warmer with every breath. Blaise shuddered and for a moment he had to fight for his stability, as he felt as if he was about to topple over. It was more luck than intent that kept him upright, he was certain of that.
"Will it help to wonder, boy?"
"No, Sir. I just...couldn't help myself, for a moment there," Blaise answered.
He breathed heavily, as his body was still trying to adapt to the stimulation. The tug on his right nipple seemed to grow in intensity with every heartbeat. But, even more confusing was the soft feeling that returned, sometimes cold, sometimes so hot that he could not help but to flinch away from it. And in those moments he forgot about whatever it was that was attached to him, only to be made very much aware of the sensation in the next moment as it throbbed through his body.
"Uhhg," Blaise moaned as an ice cube, and he was certain it was an ice cube, was moved over his erection. The sensation of the cold, the water melting over it, the sensation of the cold wetness slowly being heated by him- it was exhilarating, as much as it was torture at the same time.
Then the softness returned in the most surprising way as it moved around his muscle and left some cold substance there, but Blaise had no time to focus on it, as his Master's fingers caressed his chest and his stomach, leaving a very different kind of sensation behind. Blaise was certain he would always recognise his Master's hand just by feel alone, never to mention on sight. Not only because of the calluses or his Master's tendency to keep his nails extremely short and clean, but also because he knows the little details. That the left pointer finger had in numerable tiny scars from cutting too deep too often. Or the form of the knuckles, the length of the fingers. Blaise had spent hours worshipping those hands, not just since he managed to seduce his Master, but even before then. Watching him work on his own potion. Watching Severus work with his hands was indescribably erotic, in Blaise's opinion.
After some time passed, that Blaise not only spent basking in his Master's touch but also used to clamp down and get himself back under control, his Master started the game anew.
This time it started with an entirely different feeling. It was a sharp and cold sensation, and it moved in a rather familiar way over his chest and stomach. Not familiar as in he had felt it before, but familiar as in he could see the spikes and sharp edges: his Master was writing on him.
"Uhhg," Blaise moaned again, as the different sensations of the sharp writing, the painful hotness burning around his entrance and the feeling on his cock, made him shudder and slowly lose his focus. At the same time whatever it was that was tugging on his right nipple grew colder and heavier with each breath. He was going to lose his mind, and his control.
"Hush, boy," his Master demanded, reminding him that he was not to simply get lost in the sensation and chase his pleasure. He was to focus on the now, and what his Master chose to share with him and please his Master any way his Master wanted.
Then the feeling of the sharp nip against his skin returned and Blaise had to fight his entire body as to not shudder and surrender to the sensations. His Master wrote all across his chest, down to the hips, and though Blaise was able to discern some of the letters, especially the 't's and the 'i's, he had no idea what was written on him. But if his Master wanted to use him as paper, Blaise would gladly offer his skin for that purpose.
Blaise sighed in relief as his Master's hands left him, because he was at his limit, and his body shuddered violently due to all the sensations. Another load moan escaped him as something incredible soft was moved down his spine.
"Bergenia cordifolia. Not your favourite flower, but one I am fond of. It has a very appealing bloom, and a soft smell to it," his Master said.
Blaise moaned again, as something cold and thin was pushed into him. The coldness only made the hotness itch even more. And then he felt the soft touch of the petals against his burning skin, which made it impossible to focus on anything else.
"Not to mention that Bergenia cordifolia also is quite a pleasurable plant, would you not agree, pet?"
Blaise at first believed that this was a rhetorical question, but as his Master stayed silent, he understood that he was expected to answer.
"Yes, Sir," he said, struggling to even remember what the question was. All the different sensations were clouding his mind.
"Tell me boy, what was the question you just answered?"
Blaise's head jerked, and it took all his control for a moment to keep his eyes closed, to not look at his Master. But he needed, he wanted to see his Master, to know what he looked like, to make sure he had not displeased him.
"... if I... if I like... the flower- the Bercordia something?" His answer was more a question then a statement, but his mind was such a mess.
"Close enough for the moment," his Master said. Blaise was certain there was a hint of disappointment, but he was not sure why his Master was displeased. He felt a deep need to apologise, but that would only aggravate his Master more.
There were so many sensations all over his body, making it difficult to focus on anything, while at the same time he felt like he was hyper aware of his body: his laboured breathing, the need to open his eyes, the shudders working their way through his body, from the top of his head to his toes. And the knowledge that he was not allowed to just give in to the lust, to just come as his body wanted to. It was a sensation Blaise would describe like floating on clouds, while trying really hard to not get lost in the sensation. It was one of the best feelings there was.
"Merlin, no," Blaise moaned loudly, as whatever had been fixed to his right nipple before was taken off. It was its own kind of sensation.
"Allowances have to be made, pet. I think your hormones combined with the games we play are too much for you right now."
Calloused fingers returned to his nipple, playing softly with it, so that the harsh itching was turned into something closer to a sensation. It felt so good that he could not stop the moan, and had to bite down on his lips in order not to beg.
"Boy, do you feel capable of having a conversation?"
"Yes, Sir," Blaise answered without hesitation. It was a question his Master asked, and there was only one answer, and the need to please in his mind. But then slowly the meaning of the words sunk in. And his Master had no patience for fools or false pretence. "Sir? What sort of conversation?" he asked to make sure he would do nothing to disappoint his Master.
"A decent conversation, with your friends," his Master answered, caressing the flower petals.
Blaise breathed deeply, trying to make this all make sense. "I... I can, I will, Sir... " Blaise said . But after a moment, and with a bit more insecurity he added:"It would... maybe... go easier with a break... so much sensation." He was not sure what it was, the anticipation his Master had provoked, the fact that they hadn't played like this for quite some time, the stress that finally found an outlet, the relief that all he had to do was be in the moment and keep his eyes closed, or as his Master suggested his hormones driving him crazy, but his mind was such a mess already, and right now Pansy would eat him alive, never to mention what Theo and Draco would get up to.
"Such a good boy."
Blaise was confused by the praise. After all, he had just confessed that he was unable to play like they used to. Though today was not anything they had done before. He still was wondering what that soft thing was. It didn't feel like a brush, it didn't feel like anything he was familiar with. As his Master's hand caressed his face, Blaise leaned into the reassuring touch.
"Sit back," his Master ordered, and guided him so that Blaise was sitting on top of his feet.
"I am not leaving the room, so take your time, try to relax." The words were accompanied with another warm caress across his cheek and through his hair, making him feel well cared for.
Blaise nodded, and tried to make himself more comfortable. He could still feel the writing on his skin, but in contrast to the heat and the unfamiliar softness against his entrance it was a low hum. His nipple still throbbed, as the sensation of whatever had been used on him had not yet completely worn off. Or it was the throb in his erection that he felt there as well. He would not judge himself to be on the edge yet, it would take a bit more than that, but in all honesty, he was aware that he was much closer than usual.
Blaise tried to breathe deeply. He had once again lost the concept of time, but he was certain that Severus and he had to leave sooner rather than later. And he was not going to stand in front of his friends while he was aroused. Especially considering what he had to tell them. The mere thought of what he-
"Boy, I told you to relax, not to forget whom you belong to."
"Yes, Sir."
And with that, Blaise focused on the moment again and on all the sensations still running through his body, while trying to relax. He had not paid enough attention to his Master to know where he had gone. It was not only his own mistake, it was a rookie mistake on top of everything.
"Careful now," his Master said, warning Blaise.
The soft cleaning charm left its own tingling feeling over Blaise's body, and for a moment Blaise feared that whatever his Master had written on him would vanish before he got to read it. But then he could feel the heat beneath the flower petals come back, and then he noticed the tingling to his chest and stomach again.
He was amazed with the magical power and precision of his Master all over again. The spell had to be specific, as his sweat was gone, and he felt like he had just stepped out of a shower. And at the same time, the fluids his Master applied on him were still there, except for his cock, for which he was entirely grateful. The hum of sensation that thumbed through his body was at a manageable and even enjoyable level now. It gave Blaise a peace of mind that was hard to describe, as it seemed counter intuitive with the way his body felt.
"Reach out your arms."
As Blaise did as ordered, he felt a button down being placed on him. And with another efficient spell his buttons were closed. Then his Master took his hands.
"Slowly stand up, pet."
Blaise stood up slowly. It had not felt this way before but now he became aware that his feet apparently had fallen asleep as well. He tightened his grip on his Master’s hands as he feared falling face down any instant.
With great care, his Master helped him onto the bed, making sure he sat down comfortably. Blaise moved his toes to get the blood flow back to normal in his feet. As his Master also started to massage his calves, he sighed with relief. This felt amazing.
"How is your back doing?"
"My back, Sir?" Blaise asked, confused.
"Yes, pet, your back. I had you sitting on your knees for quite some time, so do you feel any sort of strain in your back?"
Blaise felt as if he were blushing. He didn't like to embarrass himself in front of his Master. At least not with words, he was wittier than that!
He then focused on his back and tried to figure out if anything hurt. He was well aware that he was too high on lust to notice if anything was different, if he didn't focus on it.
"As far as I can say, Sir, nothing hurts."
"That is good enough for now," his Master agreed. "Lift your left foot," his Master ordered him next, and Blaise complied without a thought. "Right next."
It was then that he was able to put two and two together, as he felt yet another piece of clothing being put on. His Master was dressing him, and in some unknown part of himself he found that circumstance hilarious. Of course it, was not the first time that his Master dictated his outfit, but he had never been dressed before. It just was odd, especially as he still had his eyes closed.
"Stand up."
Blaise moved his now sock covered toes one last time, to make sure his feet would hold him upright, before he got up. There was a teasing touch to his softened cock that sent yet another shiver through his body.
"Sir," the plea escaped from Blaise's lips without his permission, but he stopped himself from saying anything else. Even if the touch continued, all the relaxation was not going to help him. But then his Master took pity on him, and his pants were put on, then his trousers.
Blaise waited to be told to open his eyes, but instead he was kissed in a fierce and thorough way. Once the kiss was over, his breath was laboured.
"Open your eyes," his Master finally said.
The first thing he saw, was his own hand, pulling on his Master's shirt.
"Sorry," he said, as he lifted his eyes, and moved his hand.
"Nothing to be sorry about."
There was a pleasure in his Master's eyes that made Blaise preen, and also feel really happy. His Master was pleased with him, even though he had made so many mistakes today.
"If we do not want to be late, we have to go," his Master said, stroking though his hair once again.
Blaise hid his soft smile. It was one of the things he admired, maybe even loved if he dared to go there, about his Master: the attention to detail, and manners. If Severus was late, it was not by his design but because something or someone interfered. Never to mention that Severus did not just not like to be late, but he preferred to be first at an unfamiliar venue, just to find the one spot from where he had the whole room in his view.
"Pansy lives at Westend Estate now," he said and followed Severus down to the floo.
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