Day 9 - Consensual Nonconsent

Day 9 - Consensual Nonconsent

***Trigger Warning Consensual Nonconsent***

The dungeon air was cool, and the soft flicker of candlelight cast deep shadows along the stone walls, amplifying the tension that hung between them. Harry stood just inside the door of Snape's private chambers, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched Snape move silently across the room, his movements slow and deliberate. They had discussed this beforehand—established boundaries, made it clear that everything tonight would be agreed upon despite the nature of what they were about to act out.

Harry had always trusted Snape with this, and tonight was no different.

Snape turned to face him, his dark eyes glinting with that familiar intensity. "Do you remember the rules, Potter?" Snape asked, his voice low, almost a purr.

Harry swallowed hard, nodding. His body was already tingling with anticipation, the tension making his stomach flutter. He knew what was coming, knew how this game worked.

"Yes," Harry replied, his voice trembling slightly.

Snape stepped closer, his presence overwhelming as he loomed over Harry, his black robes brushing against Harry's skin. "Then we'll begin," Snape growled softly, his hand shooting out to grab Harry by the wrist, pulling him forward with a roughness that made Harry's pulse quicken.

Snape pushed Harry toward the bed, and Harry stumbled, catching himself before he could fall. His heart raced, the anticipation of what was to come making his entire body hum with energy. He knew the script. He knew what to say. And Snape would know how to respond.

"You can try to run, but you know I'll catch you," Snape said, his voice a low growl.

Harry's breath hitched as Snape's words settled over him. This was the start—the fantasy they had talked about. But still, the thrill of it, the danger of pretending to resist, sent a surge of excitement through him.

"No… don't," Harry whispered, the first 'no' hanging in the air like a trigger. He took a step back, playing the part they had both agreed upon, his voice trembling with feigned fear.

Snape's eyes darkened, his lips curling into a predatory smile as he advanced on Harry, his grip still tight around Harry's wrist. "You know I don't listen to the word 'no,' Potter," Snape growled, his voice laced with menace. "You should've known better than to think I'd stop."

Harry's heart raced, his body responding to the intensity of Snape's presence. He tried to pull away, pretending to resist, but Snape's grip only tightened as he pushed Harry backward onto the bed. The force of the movement sent a jolt of excitement through Harry's body, but he kept up the act, scrambling backward as Snape followed him onto the bed, his weight pressing down on Harry, trapping him beneath his larger frame.

"Please, stop," Harry begged, his voice cracking, playing the part perfectly as he squirmed beneath Snape's weight, his body already betraying him with the way his cock hardened, trapped between them.

Snape's hand slid up Harry's chest, his fingers curling around Harry's throat, not enough to hurt but enough to make Harry feel the control, the dominance in every touch. "I don't care what you want, Potter," Snape growled, his breath hot against Harry's ear. "You're mine now, and you'll take whatever I decide to give you."

Harry's pulse raced as Snape's words washed over him, the thrill of their game mixing with the heat already pooling in his stomach. He could feel the roughness in Snape's voice, the edge of control that had Harry's heart pounding in his chest. His mind raced with the intensity of it, the danger of pretending that he had no control, even when he knew this was what they both wanted.

"No," Harry whispered, his voice trembling as Snape's hand moved lower, sliding beneath the waistband of his trousers. "Please, don't."

Snape chuckled darkly, his fingers working quickly to undo Harry's trousers, tugging them down in one swift motion, leaving Harry bare and exposed beneath him. "Beg all you want," Snape murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "I'm going to take you, Potter, and no amount of begging will stop me."

Harry's breath came in short, ragged gasps as he squirmed beneath Snape, his body aching for the contact, even as he tried to keep up the pretense of resistance. He twisted his wrists in Snape's grip, pretending to fight him off, but Snape was too strong, too determined. Harry's heart pounded in his chest, every nerve alight with the intensity of the scene they were playing out.

Snape's hand slid lower, gripping Harry's thigh roughly as he spread Harry's legs wide, positioning himself between them. Harry whimpered softly, his body trembling with anticipation, but he kept up the act, his voice barely more than a whisper. "Please, I don't want this—"

"You don't have a choice," Snape growled, his hand sliding up to wrap around Harry's cock, his grip tight, unrelenting. "You'll take what I give you, and you'll learn to enjoy it."

Harry whimpered again, but the sound was swallowed by a soft moan as Snape's hand stroked him with firm, practiced precision. His body was already betraying him, his cock hard and leaking in Snape's hand, the pleasure mixing with the thrill of their game. He could feel Snape's weight pressing down on him, the heat between them building with every touch, every word.

"Please, don't—" Harry gasped, but the words were lost as Snape leaned down, his lips brushing against Harry's neck, biting down just hard enough to send a jolt of pain and pleasure through Harry's body.

Snape's hand moved faster, stroking Harry's cock with ruthless precision, his grip unrelenting as he pushed Harry closer and closer to the edge. Harry's breath came in short, ragged gasps, his body trembling beneath Snape's touch, but he kept up the act, his voice weak and trembling as he begged for Snape to stop. "Please… I can't—please stop—"

Snape's smirk was palpable, even though Harry couldn't see it. "You'll come when I tell you to," Snape growled, his voice low and commanding. "You'll take everything I give you, and you'll beg for more."

Harry whimpered, his body betraying him as the pleasure built inside him, coiling tighter and tighter with every stroke of Snape's hand. The sensation was overwhelming, every nerve alight with the intensity of it, and Harry could feel himself teetering on the edge, his body trembling with the effort of holding back.

"Stop," Harry whimpered, his voice breaking as Snape's hand tightened around him. "Please, I can't—"

"You don't get to decide," Snape growled, his other hand gripping Harry's hip as he lined himself up with Harry's entrance, pushing inside with one smooth, forceful thrust.

Harry cried out at the sudden intrusion, his body arching off the bed as Snape filled him completely. The stretch was intense, almost too much, but it sent a surge of heat through Harry's body, making him tremble with the force of it. Snape didn't wait—he began to move, thrusting into Harry with hard, deliberate strokes, each one driving him deeper.

Harry whimpered, his hands fisting the sheets as Snape set a punishing pace, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure through his body, the intensity of it almost overwhelming. He could feel the heat building inside him, the tension coiling tighter and tighter, but he kept up the act, his voice weak and breathless as he begged for Snape to stop.

"Please, stop," Harry gasped, his voice trembling as Snape thrust harder, driving him closer and closer to the edge. "I can't—please—"

Snape's hand wrapped around Harry's cock again, stroking him in time with his thrusts, his grip unrelenting as he pushed Harry closer and closer to the breaking point. "You'll come when I say," Snape growled, his voice rough with exertion. "You'll take everything I give you, and you'll thank me for it."

Harry's body convulsed beneath Snape, the pleasure building to a point where he couldn't hold back any longer. His cock twitched in Snape's hand, the sensation overwhelming, and he could feel his control slipping, his mind consumed by the intensity of it all.

"Please," Harry gasped, his voice barely more than a whisper. "Please, I can't—"

"Come for me," Snape commanded, his voice sharp.

Harry's body obeyed instantly. His orgasm ripped through him, a loud cry escaping his lips as he came, his release spilling over Snape's hand in hot, desperate spurts. The pleasure was blinding, every muscle in his body tightening as wave after wave of release crashed over him, leaving him trembling and gasping for air.

Snape didn't slow down. He kept thrusting into Harry, riding out his own release as Harry's body trembled beneath him. Harry could feel the heat of Snape's climax inside him, the warmth filling him as Snape groaned, his movements slowing but not stopping as he rode out the last waves of his orgasm, his grip on Harry's hips tightening as he buried himself deep one final time. The tension in the room was thick, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and sex as both of them gasped for breath.

Harry's body still trembled beneath Snape, the aftershocks of his release making him shiver as he lay there, completely spent. His mind was a haze of exhaustion and satisfaction, but there was also that lingering thrill of having played their game to its fullest intensity. Even as Snape's weight pressed down on him, the faint soreness and heat between his legs reminded him of the lines they'd crossed tonight—the boundary between real and pretend blurring in the most intoxicating way.

Snape stayed inside him for a few moments longer, his breathing slowly evening out as he leaned down, pressing his forehead against the back of Harry's neck. His hands loosened their grip on Harry's hips, sliding up his body with a gentleness that was in stark contrast to the roughness of moments before.

"Are you all right?" Snape murmured softly, his voice still thick with exertion, but carrying a note of concern.

Harry nodded weakly, his body still trembling slightly, but the warm feeling of safety and trust washed over him as Snape's fingers stroked his sides. "Yeah," Harry breathed, his voice hoarse. "I'm… I'm good."

Snape slowly pulled out, and Harry let out a soft gasp at the sudden emptiness. He felt the warmth of Snape's release slipping out of him, but Snape was quick to wave his wand, cleaning them both up with a simple flick of his wrist. The magic soothed Harry's sore body, leaving behind a lingering warmth that helped ease the ache.

Snape sat back on his heels, his dark eyes scanning Harry's face, making sure he was truly okay. There was no malice in his gaze now—just a quiet concern that always followed their more intense scenes. He reached out, gently brushing his fingers over Harry's cheek, the touch soft and tender.

"You did well," Snape murmured, his voice low and calming as he spoke. "Very well."

Harry smiled weakly, feeling the familiar glow of satisfaction that came with Snape's approval. He slowly sat up, his body feeling heavy and exhausted, but the sense of accomplishment made it all worth it. He glanced up at Snape, who was watching him closely, his expression unreadable but his eyes soft.

"Was it… was it everything you wanted?" Snape asked, his voice almost tentative, as if seeking reassurance.

Harry nodded, still a little breathless. "Yeah," he said softly, his voice a bit shaky but steady enough. "It was intense, but… it was good. Really good."

Snape gave a small nod of approval, his shoulders relaxing slightly. "If it was too much at any point…"

"No," Harry interrupted gently, shaking his head. "It wasn't. I wanted this."

Snape's lips curled into the faintest of smiles, the tension in his body easing as he leaned back against the headboard, pulling Harry with him. He wrapped an arm around Harry's waist, holding him close as they both settled into the afterglow, their bodies warm and comfortable against each other.

They lay there in silence for a while, the weight of the intense scene slowly melting away, leaving behind a deep sense of trust and contentment. Harry's head rested on Snape's chest, the steady rise and fall of Snape's breathing lulling him into a state of calm.

"Thank you," Harry whispered after a while, his voice soft against Snape's skin.

Snape's hand stroked Harry's back gently, his touch reassuring. "There's no need to thank me," Snape replied, his voice low and soothing. "We did this together."

Harry smiled, feeling a deep warmth spreading through his chest. It was true—they had done this together, both of them trusting each other completely to explore something as intense and dangerous as consensual nonconsent. And that trust, that bond, made the experience all the more powerful.

As they lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, Harry felt a deep sense of peace settle over him. He knew that, no matter how dark or intense their games might get, Snape would always be there to guide him through it, to make sure he was safe, and to bring him back to this place of comfort and security.

"I'll take care of you, Potter," Snape murmured softly, his voice filled with quiet affection. "Always."

Harry closed his eyes, letting Snape's words wash over him, the warmth of their connection grounding him in a way that made him feel more at home than anywhere else.

"Always," Harry whispered back, his voice filled with trust and contentment.

And with that, they drifted into a comfortable silence, their bodies entwined, the weight of the world fading away as they found solace in each other's presence.