Therapy Sex (basically)
It’s Saturday night, and Kai is over for a movie in my chambers. We're sitting side by side under the same blanket. Kai decided we should watch a horror movie, but she just laughs where most people would tremble or flinch. I suppose we have both been through horrors worse than the ones in the movies. There's a good foot of space between us, but even still I can't help but admire her beauty. Her short black hair is a fluffy mess, but it still looks like a pool of ink, as if someone tipped their ink onto parchment and it created a piece of art. It looks silky and soft. It shines, even in the dim light from the television. The movie isn't nearly as interesting as watching her. The reflection of the screen in her piercing grey eyes brings out the almost imperceptible flecks of green. It was subtle, but it was there. She leans forward in interest as the plot in the movie thickens. It's adorable to see how into a movie she gets. Her laughing is mildly disturbing, almost as if she takes some sick sort of satisfaction from the worst scenes. She’s beautiful, and her mind is a bit on the darker side, much like my own. It makes sense that she would still have a fascination with the darker side of things in her adult life, saying that when we were young we would often study the dark arts together.
She notices my eyes on her instead of on the movie, and I quickly turn my head back to the screen. My heart beats a bit too fast for comfort. This is only our second ‘date’ and I’m already mucking things up. She doesn’t seem to see it that way, though. She leans against me, pressing her cheek to my shoulder, clinging to my arm. I feel the need to pull away, but at the same time the warmth of her body against my grey nightshirt feels quite nice. This is the first time she has ever seen me, in my adulthood, wearing a nightshirt. She is dressed in an oversized tee shirt and her underwear. Her lack of shame is admirable, as is her ability to trust me, even after she had a bad experience in regards to relationships.
She seems confident in her skin, that much is certain. Unlike her, I am quite uncomfortable being in my nightshirt in the presence of someone else, even if it is someone I have known for nearly twenty-two years.
I run my hand over her bare leg, not meaning much by it. I hardly realise I’m even doing it. It’s not meant as anything. As a response, she shifts slightly, bringing her leg over my lap. My night shirt moves slightly as she does so. My body tenses.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
She gives me an innocent look, “Would you prefer we not cuddle?”
Cuddling. Sure. That’s her intentions. I find it hard to believe that her intentions are so innocent, but I must admit that I like her bare thigh laying across my lap. I grab her thigh, bringing it a bit higher up on my lap.
“I don’t mind,” I say quietly, my eyes glued to the screen of the television.
After a few minutes she speaks again, “Do you maybe want to do something more than cuddle?”
My hand is still resting on her thigh when she says that. Yes, I would like to do something more than cuddle, but how am I supposed to phrase that without seeming like a pervert?
“Perhaps.”
She traces my jawline with her finger, and I tilt my head to allow her to do so with more ease. She turns my head towards her and presses her lips to mine. She places her hand on me chest, gently rubbing in soothing circles. Her other hand grips the hair of the back of my head. She bites on my bottom lip, and I part my lips ever so slightly. She slides her tongue into my mouth, warranting a groan from me. Her movements are delicate as I move my hand to the nape of her neck, returning the kiss. Our tongues fight for dominance, yet it is a gentle battle.
With my free hand I feel around for my wand, which I had set on the coffee table. When I find it I cast a nonverbal silencing spell. Kai laughs softly into the kiss. I let my wand fall from my hand onto the floor as she tries to push me back into a lying position on the couch. I stop her from doing so by placing a hand on her shoulder.
I hum as I break the kiss to speak, “Don’t you think I should be in control, love?”
“Not particularly. If I’m being honest, it’s hard enough as it is to do this without being under someone. I haven’t slept with anyone since…” She looks away, her voice trailing off, and I understand instantly.
“Alright. It’s okay. I understand. We can take this slow, okay? If you want this to stop just say so and we’ll drop it entirely,” I say, trying to reassure her.
She’s struggling with this due to how her ex used to touch her, how her ex used to use her, how her ex used to abuse her. It fills me with anger how someone had hurt her like that. I would never hurt her like that, and I want her to know that.
“Thank you, darling,” She says softly, trying to push me into a lying position once more.
It’s unusual to be in such a position, as I am typically not the one underneath someone else, but I understand why she would prefer to be in control, so I submit to her. I lay back, her hands on my chest. I can’t believe this is actually happening. It feels like a dream come true, or at least to me.
She sits on my legs, just below my groin. She runs her hands across my body, lifting my sleep shirt higher on my stomach. I allow her to do what she wishes, but I am thankful for the lights being dim. I’m not ashamed of my body, but it is scarred quite significantly, along with the dark mark that even I dislike seeing on my arm.
I lean up slightly to help her get my nightshirt off, leaving me in my bulging boxers. She puts her hand over my bulge and I groan, my body tensing.
“You certainly are… bold.”
“Shhhh,” She says quietly.
She pulls off her own shirt, and my breath hitches at the sight. Her skin is so imperfectly perfect. It’s so soft, yet she, like me, has many scars. She has stretch marks along her hips and breasts, as well as some self harm scars on her side-breast and a few that go straight up and down her chest. Her arms and thighs are littered with self harm scars, and it makes my heart ache for her. She has a few scars that don’t look like they were self-inflicted, but the majority of them do look self-inflicted. My eyes fall on the dark mark on her arm, which had the most self harm scars. It was almost as if she had tried to cut it off of her arm. Even in the dim light, I can still see every mark on her body.
I place my hands on her thighs, tracing her scars.
“You’re so beautiful,” I say beathlessly.
“Thank you, lovely,” She mutters.
She leans down and places a kiss on my chest. She begins kissing her way down my chest, kissing every muscle and every scar. It feels good, it feels so good. Her teasing only makes me want more.
“Beg for me,” She whispers.
Is she really going to make me plead? Perhaps she is worth it. I do want her, after all, so I give in to her request.
“Please, Kai, I want you. Please, bunny.”
“Bunny, hm?”
She bites on the skin of my collar bone and sucks on it, marking me as hers. Then she slips her underwear off and tugs my boxers down, freeing my cock from it’s contraints. She lowers herself down so her face is in front of my cock, teasingly licking the tip. My body trembles in anticipation.
She wraps her hand around my base, taking my tip in her mouth, slowly choking down as much of me as she can. My hips buck with need, and she gags around my dick, moaning like a whore as her head bobs up and down. My grip is tight on the fabric of my couch, and my legs are shaking.
“Ah, fuck,” I gasp.
It’s clear that she knows what she’s doing. She takes me out of her mouth and traces the head of my dick with her tongue.
She moves her hand on my dick quickly as she speaks, “You’re so big, Severus~”
With her free hand she caresses my balls, playing with them. She runs a finger from my anus, along the back of my cock, and to my tip before kissing the skin between my anus and testicles.
She's teasing me, but not giving me what I truly need. She puts me cock in her mouth again, sliding me deep into her throat, gagging on it. I'm surprised by how much she can actually take. Her lips nearly press against my groin with how deep into her throat she takes me. The feeling is beyond amazing.
She pinches my nipple, which feels surprisingly nice, before moving and lining me up with her entrance. She lowers herself down on me rather quickly. Her hips meet mine, and she rocks her hips against mine. She's very vocal as she begins to bounce on me, her hips knocking against mine. This goes on for a while, the beautiful feeling of ecstasy coursing through my body as it fills with pleasure until I can hardly take it.
I can feel the pleasure growing and growing, feeling the tension build. Time goes on and it's hard to last. Her hands are on my chest as she rides me with such determination, yet every movement feels like it is one of both love and lust.
Her nails dig into my chest. Both of our breathing is heavy. My skin glistens with sweat, and I can see a drop of sweat running down Kai's side. My hands grip her hips, guiding her as she rides me. I help her in finding that perfect spot that makes her moan, moving my own hips to adjust the angle until I can tell from her expression that we've found that perfect angle. She then moves with intent to hit that special spot with every bounce.
Eventually the tension in my body is too much, and I feel myself getting close to my orgasm.
"Off, off off off," I tell her, remembering my lack of a condom.
My voice is strained as I try to push her off of me. The last thing we need is a pregnancy. At my words she immediately gets off of me just in time to avoid me ejaculating inside of her. As I orgasm, my cum squirts onto her stomach in long strands. I’m embarrassed at the sounds I’m making. I’m short of breath. It feels as though someone set off fireworks. I know she isn’t yet satisfied.
As I come down from my orgasm and catch my breath I caress her hips with a gentle touch.
“Kai, I can still do more for you, please let me do more for you,” I say as I move one of my hands to her clit, rubbing it with my thumb, “Let me do more for you.”
She lets out a soft moan and adjusts to let me sit up, her leaning back, her legs spread, “I’m not gonna stop you.”
I lower myself to the floor in front of her and put my head between her thighs. I lick up her sliy before closing my lips around her clit, flicking it with my tongue. I run my fingers along her entrance, sliding a single hooked finger into her. I make slow gentle movements at first, sucking on her clit and stroking her wet walls.
I slide another finger into her, beginning to pump them inside her. I continue to eat her out and finger her until I feel her walls clench around my fingers as she orgasms. Once she comes down from her orgasm I get up and lick my lips. I retrieve two robes, one black one white. I toss the white one to Kai as she continues laying on my couch, trying to catch her breath. I put on the black one and go to my small open kitchen.
“Are you alright?” I ask her as I get a glass from the cupboard.
“Yeah,” She says breathlessly, “I’m better than alright.”
I chuckle and smirk as I fill the glass with water and return to her, kneeling by the couch as she lays there.
I offer her the glass, “Here, you need a drink.”