|webmistresses (webmistresses) wrote in severus_sighs,|
@ 2010-10-01 20:07:00
|Entry tags:||drabble, event: anniversary 2010, member: whitecotton, pairing: severus/harry, rating: nc-17|
Diem by WhiteCotton
Word Count: 3 x 100
Summary: Severus will take whatever Harry gives him ... for however long he may.
A/N: Written for the Severus Sighs Anniversary Challenge 2010. Beta read by the Webmistresses extraordinaire. Thank you, darlings.
I do not own or make any money from the characters or situations belonging, in all rights, to JK Rowling.
Severus’ breath hitches, curls, and releases in a prayerful moan of pleasure. It is such an amazing, overwhelming sight, looking down to see his cock enter Harry’s arse, and he knows – knows – he will never see the like again. Never again will the cream-pale skin, darkening where it stretches around Severus’ cock, suck him in. This is why he’s intent on savouring every magnificent moment, every green-eyed, devouring look, and every twitch and arch of hunger – hunger for him. So he slows, curling his hips softly, just watching his cock glide into Harry’s arse and relishing the singularity of now.
It never ages, this wonder of fucking Harry. Perhaps because he knows – knows – it as a whim, an experiment of youthful curiosity, and will end as swiftly as it began. But he doesn’t mind that, just as long as he can again feel Harry’s hips bucking back against his own, feel the slap of his balls against cream-pale skin, and, of course, watch his cock slide in and out of Harry. He twists his hips, rolling them side to side, memorising Harry’s delicious, pleading whimper. It doesn’t matter that it is momentary, fleeting, as long as he has now.
Severus moves his fingers to rub small circles into Harry’s skin, teasing, pulling, always watching. Harry bucks back, drops his head to the pillows and grinds, begging for Severus to move faster. But Severus’ gaze isn’t tired of the wonder, of watching his cock sink into Harry. Whatever it is between them has become something stronger, longer, and less fragile. It extends now into something that is tomorrow, future, and forever. And however long those strange, unfamiliar terms are, Severus knows – knows – he will savour it, drink it and marvel at it, and will always treasure it as now.