Harry Potter, Severus Snape/Remus Lupin, “I love the sound of you walking away”
Remus exhaled noisily, gripping Snape’s bony shoulders hard. His legs were bent, up in the air, folded around Snape’s lower back, holding Snape inside. Snape’s thrusts were short as he didn’t have room to pull out fully, but they went in deep, causing several small explosions to go off throughout Remus’s body. They came to a head more quickly than he would have liked, and he cried out dangerously loud.
Remus lay on his bed, fighting back angry tears and staring at the ceiling instead of at Snape, who was standing beside the bed and dressing. “This must stop,” Remus whispered to himself, but certainly loud enough for Snape to hear.
“It won’t,” said Snape coldly and rather commandingly.
“It’s not up to you alone.” The tears were close now, and he swallowed hard. He forced himself to meet Snape’s gaze, however.
“Of course it’s not. But you won’t let this stop. You love it. You love every bit of it.”
“I don’t,” Remus insisted.
“You do. I saw it in your eyes when you came. You wanted me inside you so bad you couldn’t stand it.”
Remus looked away, closing his eyes, feeling sick to his stomach. Even now, his cock twitched with desire at the thought of having the man inside him again. He wouldn’t be able to stop. “We can’t do it here, though.”
At this, Snape laughed. “We will,” he said. “Because you love fucking here. Here in your bed. Here in your territory, your flat. Here where one of your friends might walk in on us and find out what we’ve been up to for the past two months.” Fully dressed now, Snape leaned over and pressed his lips to Remus’s, a little too hard, a little too strong.
“I want you to go,” Remus said around the kiss. “Now.”
Snape pulled back, eyeing the naked man in the bed who suddenly felt the need to cover up. “I’ll go,” Snape said, as though he’d just thought of it on his own. “But you’ll ask me back before long.”
Hiding under the bedsheets, Remus rolled onto his side. He listened to the footsteps going away. There was a soft click, squeak, and louder click as the door opened and closed. And then there was silence which should have brought Remus peace and didn’t. “I love the sound of you walking away,” he whispered to the Snape that wasn’t there any longer. He reached down and wrapped his hand around his cock.