Draco knows that tension will make each pass of the blade sting so he closes his eyes and slows his breathing.
Severus begins chanting, his voice low and entrancing, his razor-sharp knife following the familiar paths left by Potter's errant spell.
holly
Like Potter's wand, cutting him to the quick.
blood
Pools all around him.
Christ
The Chosen One can do no wrong.
sinners
The Dark magic of the Mark thrums through him and Draco arches his back, cock hard and aching.
When Draco opens his eyes, he sees Severus's black ones glittering, hungry and wild with desire.
He knows what Severus wants—when they fled Hogwarts, Draco offered him anything—and now, Draco wants it, too.
Severus circles his navel with the tip of the blade, though Severus's touch is so light, it doesn't cut the skin. He trails it down to the base of Draco's cock, the metal cold against his hot flesh.
The blade slices a new path on his inner thigh and Draco sucks in a breath when Severus licks along the incision, his saliva making it sting as well as making Draco even harder.
Severus's wicked tongue moves closer to Draco's cock each time he bends his head to lick the droplets of blood from Draco's pale skin.
Draco lets his legs fall open, the invitation clear.
"Please," Draco whispers.
Severus's tongue curls around his length, his mouth envelops Draco's cock in wet, warmth, his fingertip teases Draco's hole and Draco sees nothing but light.
Draco knows that tension will make each pass of the blade sting so he closes his eyes and slows his breathing.
Severus begins chanting, his voice low and entrancing, his razor-sharp knife following the familiar paths left by Potter's errant spell.
holly
Like Potter's wand, cutting him to the quick.
blood
Pools all around him.
Christ
The Chosen One can do no wrong.
sinners
The Dark magic of the Mark thrums through him and Draco arches his back, cock hard and aching.
When Draco opens his eyes, he sees Severus's black ones glittering, hungry and wild with desire.
He knows what Severus wants—when they fled Hogwarts, Draco offered him anything—and now, Draco wants it, too.
Severus circles his navel with the tip of the blade, though Severus's touch is so light, it doesn't cut the skin. He trails it down to the base of Draco's cock, the metal cold against his hot flesh.
The blade slices a new path on his inner thigh and Draco sucks in a breath when Severus licks along the incision, his saliva making it sting as well as making Draco even harder.
Severus's wicked tongue moves closer to Draco's cock each time he bends his head to lick the droplets of blood from Draco's pale skin.
Draco lets his legs fall open, the invitation clear.
"Please," Draco whispers.
Severus's tongue curls around his length, his mouth envelops Draco's cock in wet, warmth, his fingertip teases Draco's hole and Draco sees nothing but light.