Rising to the challenge, Harry considered his options. Beyond his orientation, he only knew two things about Severus' sexual preferences at this point – that he really liked to be touched, and that extreme magical power appeared to turn him on. Fortunately, he could work with both those facts.
"All right," Harry agreed at last, coming up with a plan. "Are you ready?"
Harry was almost relieved by the nervous light that flickered through Severus' candlelit gaze as the other man nodded and gave a soft, "Yes."
For some reason, it made him feel better that Severus wasn't as confident as he was letting on, maybe because it put them both on the same level.
But everything Severus had just said told Harry that he didn't want them to be on the same level. Severus wanted to feel his power. The blood was roaring in his ears at the very thought, his breathing coming in shallow pants.
Letting go of Severus' arms, he rose to his feet to put some distance between them. After a brief pause, Harry carefully levitated Severus off the rug. He manoeuvred Severus until the other man was lying flat on his back in the air, floating level with Harry's waist. Severus' shoulder length hair fell in a dark silky stream behind his head.
The move might have been somewhat extreme to start with, but he'd always been one to push the limits, else he would never have been here with this man. This was the only way Harry had been able to think of to judge how serious Severus was and how far he was willing to go.
Reading the surprise in Severus' eyes, Harry quickly checked, "Are you all right with this?"
Harry watched Severus take stock of his physical situation, saw him come to the conclusion that he was pretty much pinned in the air and unable to move unless Harry willed it.
Tensing, Harry waited for the inevitable demand to be freed that any sensible person would make at this point.
The struggle was there. Harry saw it revealed by the tight control that came over Severus' features as he established his lack of free movement. They both seemed to realize at the same moment that Severus' wand was doubtlessly on the floor in his robe pocket. For all intents and purposes, Severus was completely at Harry's mercy.
Severus swallowed loudly, and then said with a forced aplomb that impressed Harry no end, "I told you to demonstrate your powers. Proceed."
By the gods, Severus wasn't balking. How could he want to continue?
Harry knew he'd be panicking himself were their positions reversed. He wondered how Severus could trust him this much, but then the part of him that had conquered Voldemort recognized that trust probably had nothing to do with this. This was about sex, and need, and dark desires. The kinds of things you didn't talk about in polite society or in casual encounters.
Abruptly, Harry understood why Severus had spent two decades hiding in his dungeons.
The Wizarding World was a strange place. Though they paid lip service to the remnants of their ancient pureblood hierarchy, the truth was that a person's place in the magical world had always been determined by the degree of power he wielded. Harry knew how the people of the magical world thought. Their maxim was that a wizard never allowed himself to be controlled or dominated by another, if he could help it. It was one thing to be honourably bested, but quite another to willingly submit to a greater force.
Harry thought that that philosophy filtering into the bedroom might be why the Wizarding World had such a strong prejudice against homosexuality. Being submissive was more than a stigma. A man offering himself up for another's pleasure was viewed with disgust, as if that made the wizard less than a man. And here Severus was offering himself both sexually and magically. That took more guts than Harry could ever remember encountering. He didn't want to think about how strong this need must be to make Severus disregard his usual caution and take this kind of a chance.
The nervousness Harry could see filtering into Severus ' gaze as the moment stretched told him that Severus was viscerally aware of how vulnerable he'd made himself. Severus' expression indicated that he still expected everything to fall apart, that he still anticipated scorn and disaster.
His throat tightening up, Harry stroked his palm over Severus' nearest erect right nipple and whispered, "What . . . what would you like?"
Sexual heat vied with self-preservation in those obsidian bright eyes. Finally, Severus rasped out, "Anything . . . anything you want to give me."
Dear God, Severus was offering him carte blanche. The words were like a squeeze to his cock. Harry's breath hitched as he shivered under a burst of raw desire. Anything he wanted – had any lover ever said those words to him, let alone one dangling completely at his mercy?
Harry looked Severus over, trying to come up with something creative. He'd no doubt that Severus had had his share of typical domination. He didn't want to be another user. He wanted to give this man something that was worthy of his courage, something as extraordinary as the freedom Severus was offering him.
Surprised, Harry saw the bulge in the front of Severus' black trousers jerk and expand as his gaze roamed over him. The reaction convinced him that Severus really wanted to feel his power. It made him want to introduce Severus to the parts of himself that he'd never dared show anyone.
His own heartbeat kicking into overdrive, Harry studied the captive, half naked man before him. Half naked wasn't going to do it for either of them. Another thought sent both their trousers and underwear rushing away through whatever invisible conduits vanishing employed.
They both dragged in a ragged breath as their erections were released from constraint.
Struck by the sight before him, Harry admired the throbbing, wine red shaft. Who would have guessed that Severus Snape would be hiding something that glorious under all those black clothes? Severus' cock rose out of its bed of dark curls in shameless need, coming to rest in a tempting stiff line against his flat belly.
Their respective positions presented a myriad of options. Harry considered them all. Recalling Severus' request for something imaginative, and the other man's hungry response to every caress he'd offered last night, an idea occurred to him.
Stepping forward to stand beside Snape's narrow hips, Harry watched the other man visually brace himself for what would follow. In that instant, he knew exactly the kind of experiences Severus must have had when he'd bared himself to another's power in the past. But feeling someone's magic didn't have to automatically equate to either pain or submission. What he had in mind was light years away from the BDSM games that he could see this most Slytherin of Slytherins anticipating.
Severus wanted to feel his power, and so he would, in the most literal of terms.
Focusing his energy, Harry manifested it into an invisible, but extremely potent probe. It felt like he'd transfigured an invisible limb composed purely of his magical power. His face scrunching with the effort, he directed his creation towards Severus' ear. Using that energy probe as he would his tongue, he tickled the spot where Severus had seemed most sensitive last night.
This was the tricky part. As his power stroked over that soft skin, Harry made sure it penetrated the pores to stimulate the nerves right below the skin with a zap of magical energy while regulating the jolt so it didn't hurt or overwhelm delicate neurons.
Severus had managed to keep silent when his tongue had done that last night, but tonight he cried out in shock as he was simultaneously aroused physically and magically.
Unsure that he could maintain control while touching Severus with his hands, Harry clenched his fists and focussed his concentration on his creation. It was a difficult task, keeping the power contained. He had to make sure it was strong enough to arouse, but safe enough to cause no harm to Severus' system.
Getting the hang of it, Harry let his probe play over that long, elegant neck, loving the helpless gasps Severus seemed incapable of controlling.
Just to see what reaction he'd get, Harry changed the power level to a tingling barrage and slowly ran his probe from the base of Severus' neck, straight down his spine to the top of the dark slit between his shapely buttocks.
Severus' cock jerked in reaction, growing even larger. His eyelids swept shut as his face creased in a rictus of raw need and he released another sharp cry.
"Is that good or bad?" Harry checked, made uneasy by the torn expression and beads of sweat on Severus' face. He thought what he was doing should feel good, but he'd never done this before and the worry that he might be hurting Severus haunted his enjoyment.
It almost seemed as though Severus didn't understand him at first, but then he swallowed and gave a hoarse whisper of, "More?"
Harry grinned. He could do more. By the stars, could he!
Gathering his focus, Harry let that tingly probe work its way back up Severus' spine, while he created another probe. This one fixed immediately on Severus' left nipple and mimicked the process of sucking on a magical level, interspersing the suction with little bursts of power that would explode in the neurons of Severus' flat breasts and make their way in subsequent explosions to Severus' groin. That innovation was a smashing success were Severus' vocal accompaniment anything to go by.
As Harry watched that leanly muscled form writhe in the magical web he'd created, his own shaft hardened with hunger. Severus looked so good spread out in the air like that, his long body on offer, his face soft with open wonder and need. He loved that he'd been able to blast the cynicism away, that he'd been able to cut through the barrier of silence.
Harry allowed his probes to delight Severus' body for a long time, setting off sensual explosions all over him, while avoiding that one pulsing pleasure centre that he had other plans for.
Before long his own hunger became too much to ignore, and Harry reached out to touch the moisture beaded, straining shaft that he longed to taste.
Severus' moan sounded relieved as his erection was finally given the attention for which it had been silently crying.
Harry spent a few minutes pumping that meaty length and rolling the lush balls beneath it, while his two power probes continued to titillate elsewhere.
When Harry could take it no longer himself, he lowered his head and hungrily sucked in that glistening cock. It fit his mouth just as well as he remembered, and tasted even better – all salt and Severus. As he began to greedily suck in the musky, steamy flesh, Severus gave a needy, whimpering sound that went right through him.
Stars, but he wanted to make Severus feel good. Harry couldn't recall the last time he'd wanted to ensure someone else's enjoyment this much. Shocked, he realized that he hadn't even touched his own cock yet.
Needing to do more for this man who seemed to have known so little of pleasure, Harry pushed himself further magically and created a third probe. While he diligently serviced Severus' cock, he set two of his magical extensions to simultaneously suck Severus' nipples.
Harry could imagine what that must feel like, having his penis and both nipples sucked at the same time. It had to feel like three lovers working at his pleasure. Severus seemed utterly overwhelmed. His face had lost all traces of its normal sour expression.
A dazed, blasted away look about him, Severus floated on the waves of ecstasy, giving voice to his pleasure with deep groans and needy cries.
Harry's hand stroked down the hairy softness of Severus' inner thigh. The gesture was an unconscious one. He wouldn't even have noticed that he'd done it, except that Severus' leanly corded legs spread wide apart and he moaned a frantic, "Yesssss . . . pleazzzzze . . . ."
Stunned at what Severus was helplessly offering him, Harry's heart beat triple time, pounding in his ears, as his cock made itself known with it own agreeing pulse of Yessss . . . pleazzzze . . . .
His conscience kicked into life reminding him that Severus wasn't responsible for his actions at the moment. With all the magical energy he was feeding directly into Severus' nervous system, he might just as well have drugged the man. There could be no thought of 'no' when a person's body was working against them like this.
"Please?" Severus raggedly repeated. "It's . . . been . . . so . . . long . . . so damn long . . . ."
Raising his head, Harry looked at Severus' face. Guilt lanced into him when he saw how strained those stark features looked.
Harry knew that Severus probably meant the offer at the moment, but he also suspected that this wasn't something his mistrustful friend would have freely offered so soon in their relationship if in his right mind.
Harry wrestled his conscience for a few moments longer, while those bright eyes silently begged him for what both their bodies wanted. When the compromise finally occurred to him, it was nearly an epiphany. Harry decided that he'd give Severus what he wanted, only, not in the exact form that the other man expected.
Lowering his head to resume his sucking ministrations, Harry reactivated those nipple probes. He directed the probe that had been ranging freely over Severus' back to once again slide down the spine. That galvanized Severus' entire body into action. Severus bucked up higher in the air as if hit with an electric current, his cry reinforcing that impression.
When that spinal foray reached the top of Severus' bum, instead of turning back upwards and exploring the remainder of his back as it had previously done, the probe slipped down into the dark crease between the slightly rounded cheeks.
Happily deep-throating that mighty cock, Harry slid his hands down under Severus' bottom, gripped the small, but shapely globes and gave them a squeeze.
Severus' keening cry announced his approval.
Harry took a firmer hold of Severus' butt, and carefully parted the cheeks.
Severus' hips gave a frantic jerk, as if he were attempting to position himself so that Harry's shaft could slide into him, but Harry continued sucking his cock and ignored the offer.
Trying to concentrate on his new task while maintaining the others, Harry carefully directed the back probe to enter that tiny pucker hidden in shadow, wishing all the while that it were his actual fingers broaching that sheltered territory. There was no stretching, no sense of violation as his power entered the sphincter. He made sure the probe simply slipped up the existing space.
