The pleasure is worth all the pain
“Triple date! Triple date!”
“Settle down,” said Remus, slapping Bill’s ass. “You’d best not give your brother any trouble now. And I don’t want to hear about you roping Sirius into any shenanigans. He doesn’t have any practice being a submissive and I don’t want you teaching him the wrong habits.”
“I’m flattered you think that I would be the one instigating a prank involving a marauder and little old me,” replied Bill, batting his eyes comically.
“Behave,” said Remus, staring him down.
Bill tilted his head to the right, baring his neck.
“Yes, Alpha.”
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“Now Severus, I know you’re my good boy, and I want you on your best behaviour tonight.”
“Yes, Master,” replied Severus demurely.
“What’s in the past is in the past,” continued Harry, attaching Severus’s leash to his collar. “Sirius is not the same person he was at fifteen. Both of you have come into similar inheritances but ended up in very different situations. He does not come from a family that tolerated submissive inheritances and he’s only now learning about what it truly means to be cared for. Life has not been kind to him, but I know that I can count on you to be a good influence. Remember that your actions reflect on me as a dominant.”
“Of course, Master. I wouldn’t dream of disrespecting someone in my Master’s favour. I hope,” Severus paused, embarrassed.
“What is it, pet?”
“I worry that Remus will not care for my company now that he has Sirius and Bill has Charlie.”
“Never, love. Remus would never do that. Just pretend like you’re back in first year and all these boys are equally nervous about meeting new people. You all have the potential to become fast friends. Sirius is worried about making a good impression today. Remember that he is the outsider breaking into the pack; you, my love, are already one of us. You’re mine,” said Harry, pulling his submissive up off his knees and into a kiss. “My beautiful pet.”
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“Please calm down.”
“What if they hate me? What if they don’t accept me?”
“This is your best friend you’re talking about. And my brother! They can’t hate you, you’re family.”
“And Snape, he-”
“Severus belongs to Harry. He’s not the same person you knew back in school. If Harry accepts you, which he will because you’re his godfather, Severus does too. That’s their relationship.”
“I haven’t been much of a godfather. I wasn’t even around for the first thirteen years of his life and now he doesn’t even recognize me as more than a submissive. He acted as my guardian for goodness sake when giving me to you.”
“Which means you are under his protection. You have to stop thinking about these things the way you were taught and learn to trust your instincts. Did anything feel wrong about Harry giving you to me?”
“No, Sir.”
“Then your submissive side is perfectly comfortable with everything happening here. It wouldn’t hurt to get in touch with your inner submissive; in fact, it would make today go a lot easier for you.”
“I want to, I just-”
“Down, boy.”
Sirius fell to his knees.
“There he is. My beautifully trained submissive. It comes naturally to you.”
Sirius tried to smile but he was still too anxious. He need Charlie to push him further into his submissive headspace. He was slowly learning that getting in touch with his submissive side made life simpler, more carefree. All he had to do was focus on Charlie and his orders. As a submissive, nothing was his responsibility. That was a heady feeling for a person who spent twelve years in prison reliving every little thing he’s ever done wrong in his life.
“It’s our first time going out in public as dominant and submissive, and I believe you’re ready to wear my collar.”
Sirius looked up, emotions flying across his face. Nervousness, excitement, anxiety, anticipation. This was it. Everyone would know he belonged to his dominant.
“You have absolutely nothing to live up to. You are mine and all you need to be today is mine. You follow my orders and you do not heed anyone else’s opinion. It is mine that matters and I believe in you.”
Charlie pulled out a gorgeous maroon collar made of dragon-hide. It was from a verified seller that he knew only harvested parts from dragons that died of natural causes. He gently wrapped it around his submissive’s neck and paused before buckling it.
“When we bond, this buckle will cease to exist. This will stay on forever.”
Sirius inhaled the scent of his dominant; rather, his master, and the leather that promised him eternity. The thought of belonging to Charlie like that, of effectively being his slave, was more enticing than it should be. He grew hard in his trousers at the repeat fantasy that ran through his head at night. He trusted Charlie not to take advantage of his submission, but wished the man had a few less scruples. Even though he knew those scruples were the reason he trusted Charlie enough to submit to him, this waiting to have sex until they bonded was a frustrating game.
When Charlie finally secured the collar around his neck, Sirius had to take a few deep breaths to calm down. As soon as he got himself under control, his unpredictable dominant pulled him into a deep kiss and… he popped another boner. Charlie looked down at his submissive’s groin.
“Perfect. Everyone will know that you’re a well-kept submissive. And this,” he said, slipping two fingers under Sirius’s collar to tug lightly. “This will let them know that you’re mine.”
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Harry and Severus met Remus and Bill at Madame Puddifoot's Tea Shop. Harry looked at the garish decor in amusement, watching Severus try his hardest to reign in his facial expressions. Remus smiled when they came in, but Bill just stood in his spot, grumpily rubbing his ass-cheeks. Remus swatted his seemingly sore ass, prompting Bill to greet the new arrivals.
Severus moved toward Bill to sympathize, politely noting the three kneeling cushions and inquiring if Bill was going to be kneeling for their outing.
“My Alpha would like me to make Sirius feel comfortable. He would not like me to make trouble, and felt that I needed a warning before we came here,” explained Bill, pouting.
“Cheer up, there’s good pastries here and loads of.. fat babies on the walls.”
Bill snorted.
“They’re called cherubs.”
Severus, looking around in disgust. He understood students coming here, they didn’t have many options for their outings, but he couldn’t for the life of him understand why six male adults had to dine in a place that looked like it was designed by the devil herself. He supposed Umbridge must have felt at home here in the pink pits of hell. Had his Master really picked the venue or was this Bill’s idea of a joke?
“Fat. Ugly. Toddlers….....with wings.”
Bill smiled right as Charlie appeared outside the door with Sirius behind him wearing a unique maroon collar.
Charlie put a hand flat on Sirius’s back and said something Bill was too far away to hear.
“Check in.”
“Green, Sir,” replied Sirius.
“And if you need my attention immediately?”
“I say ‘Charlie’, Sir.”
“And your safeword?”
“James, Sir.”
“And otherwise?”
“I do as you say and do my best to obey. Sir,” he added.
“Good boy.”
Sirius blushed.
“Thank you, Sir.”
Charlie opened the door to let Sirius in, who entered, then waited for Charlie to step forward and grab his hand.
Bill made an attempt to rush forward toward his brother but was yanked back by Remus with a stern “Don’t ambush them.”
When the new couple finally approached the small pink tables (they had pushed two together to accommodate their group), Bill pulled his brother and Sirius into a bear hug. He was so excited that Remus couldn’t find it in himself to reprimand him again.
“You get to sit with us,” said Bill, pointing to the pink cushions in an effort to make Sirius comfortable.
Harry gave Sirius a hug and then it was Remus’s turn.
“So good to see you. I’m so happy you found Charlie. You deserve to be happy. You are happy, yeah? And you know how to tell me if you’re not.”
Bill whipped his head around as Sirius nodded.
“You asked him that in front of my brother?! After all the warnings you gave me. My arse is probably still red and you’re here insinuating that my brother would hurt him?”
“I’m glad he did, Bill,” interrupted Charlie. “It’s important for Siri to have a strong support group. You wouldn’t understand; you’re not a bloodline submissive. You haven’t met any terrible bloodline dominants, but believe me, they exist. Don’t judge an entire species based on Harry here. How’re you doing, Hart?” he asked, kissing Harry’s cheek.
“Fantastic. Over the moon that it’s working out for you two. Right, Sev?”
Severus smiled at Charlie and ducked his head in greeting.
“Master Weasley, Sirius.”
Sirius poked his head out from behind Charlie.
“Sev’rus,” he greeted with a blushing nod. “I…”
“Let’s not even mention it. Master gave me a fresh start, I hope Master Weasley can give you yours. We’re just two submissives out with our Masters for lunch.”
“Hey!” interjected Bill.
“Two submissives and a very toppy bottom out with our Masters and Alpha for lunch.”
“Hey!”
“Two and a half submissives out with our dominants for lunch,” conceded Severus.
Lunch proceeded on that teasing note, with Harry ordering for himself and Severus (naturally), Bill ordering for himself and Remus (to be expected), and Charlie asking for Sirius’s order before confirming with the wait-staff. They received an assortment of sandwiches, along with a variety of pink confections, and six pink cups full of deliciously rich hot chocolate that Severus was surprised to find was not pink. Harry fed Severus a sandwich and allowed him a lick of frosting from his Master’s finger. He didn’t often allow Severus sweets; they weren’t good for him. He did allow Severus most of his hot chocolate after he deemed it cool enough for Severus to drink from. He doted on his submissive, wiping Severus’s mouth and alternating between feeding Severus bites of his food and sips of his drink while maintaining his part in the group conversation. Bill ended up in Remus’s lap, eating from his Alpha’s plate until Remus noticed him playing footsie with annoying the shit out of his brother, at which point he threw Bill back onto his kneeling pad with a warning smack to his ass. Sirius watched this all with wide eyes, taking in the different dynamics within the group and noting which aspects he enjoyed and which he did not.
A lot of what Severus did was a nice fantasy for him, maybe something he would like to try for a weekend with Charlie in the privacy of their own home (when they got a home together) but not something he wanted on a daily basis. He couldn’t imagine not being allowed to drink from his own cup or being denied dessert when everyone else was having, but Severus just smiled at his Master like the sun rose and set on his command. Sirius understood enjoying humiliation, but this was not the good kind for him. Bill, on the other hand, was downright disrespectful to Remus, blatantly disobeying orders and constantly making a scene. He knew Bill wasn’t a bloodline submissive but seeing Harry and Charlie perfectly comfortable with Bill’s behaviour actually made Sirius a lot more comfortable about his own tendencies. He had this niggling doubt that he wasn’t submissive enough to satisfy Charlie, but that all went away when Charlie pulled him into his arms and kissed his neck, whispering, “You’re so good for me, so brave. I’m so so pleased with you, so proud.” Charlie always seemed to know what was bothering him before he could label it himself. It was really nice being taken care of.
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“You deserve a reward for being so good in that horrible shop.”
Harry stripped Severus wandlessly and the submissive stood blushing, trying his hardest not to cover himself as his Master’s possessive gaze raked over his body. His Master would not tolerate him covering up his Master’s property without permission. It was why his Master dressed him every morning: only he had the right.
“Do you want me inside of you, pet?”
“Yes, Master,” replied Severus with a moan.
Harry pushed Severus backwards into the deep tub and he managed to find his seat without taking his eyes off his Master, mouth falling open in lust as his Master revealed his own mouth-watering endowment.
“Stick your tongue out. Yes, just like that. Keep it out.”
Severus’s cheeks burned with humiliation as saliva pooled below his tongue and spilled out of his mouth. He looked at his Master with glassy eyes.
“That,” he paused, “is exactly how a submissive should look. Perfectly… mindlessly… obedient.”
Harry swiped his finger across Severus’s chin, collecting a tip-full of drool. He shoved the finger into Severus’s accommodating asshole.
“This is why you need me. You need this feeling that only I can make you feel. Don’t you?”
Severus just stared dumbly at his Master. Without permission to speak, he lost himself in subspace, floating under waves that made it hard to find words.
“Mindless.”
Harry entered Severus with a single push and fucked into his submissive with powerful thrusts, quickly bringing himself to completion, ignoring his submissive’s weeping cock. He loved the look of his submissive’s hard, wanting cock and especially loved how it made him look like he was made for sex. He loved it so much that he started denying Severus just so he could see him walking around in public with a lovely bulge in his trousers that his submissive couldn’t seem to tame. The constant arousal was a point of reference for Severus to focus on so he never lost touch with his submission. Harry might let him come at the end of month. Or he might not.