Title: Not a Damsel, Not in Distress Pairing: Severus Snape/Sirius Black Rating: R Summary: After his rescue, Sirius takes over! And Severus doesn’t fight…too much! Warning: Profanity; Partially-clothed Sex Notes: Thanks for trick-or-treating at hp_halloween! Sounding board supplied by azurerosa.
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Sirius pulled back just far enough to lick Snape’s jaw to his ear where he sucked and nipped and turned his knight errant into a writhing mass of want. “You liked that, did you, Snape? Liked how I bared my teeth as Lucius bared my chest, my tattoos, didn’t you? You want to have me at your mercy, don’t you?” he breathed against Snape’s damp ear.
“Yes, damn you! I want you, Black!” Snape’s kiss was harsh and their teeth clacked together as hands plucked and tore at their clothes, Severus’ making more headway since Black’s jacket and shirt were ripped. Soon, Sirius felt smooth, finely-haired skin against his, warmer than expected, scented like aged wine, and rubbing up and down like a cat in heat.
“Stay still so I can fuck you, Snape!” Sirius jammed his hand down, tearing Snape’s flies as he ravished the man’s cock. “That’s it, Snape, show me who’s the beast! Show me!” he ordered.
Snape writhed, tethered by his prick in Sirius’ hot hand, whose fingers beat a tattoo that was echoed in spasms throughout Severus’ muscles.
“Use those damned long fingers of yours and touch me, Black, before I fucking come without you!”