Pairing(s): Severus Snape/ Regulus Black.
Warning(s): None; Mild Sexual Situations.
Word Count: 317.
Prompt: Big Damn Table #38: Touch.
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I love you. He whispers, his lips ghosting over the expanse of pale throat bared before him, feeling the body beneath his arching into his touch. He kisses a searing trail upwards, nipping at the lobe of an ear. I love you. He whispers, the words a moan as sweat slicked bodies slid against each other, hands twining as bodies writhed together, joined, complete- thrusting and twisting with groans and cries and little gasps of pleasure echoed into the night. So beautiful, you are. So responsive.
Severus’ hands are exquisite, touching and teasing at his body, playing him with the expertise of a musician towards his instrument, knowing exactly where to place his hands- shall I touch you here?- when to tweak at a nipple- perhaps here?- to bite and nip and suck and lick- knew so perfectly well how to pull the earth from under him and show him the stars, that little self-satisfied smirk upon his face as he made him scream and cry and beg and plead and come, so hard and fast in spurt after spurt- hot mouth lapping at his softening cock, licking over his thighs and the spillage upon his belly whilst he lay, breathless and panting, boneless as expert hands touched him so gently, so lovingly, fixing him into position- strong arms holding, holding- I’ll never let you go, Regulus. I’ll never let them hurt you.
He whispers, sweet nothing’s and everything’s into half-hearing ears as fatigue creeps upon him, body snug in spooned embrace, he closes grey-blue eyes and allows himself to drift off, away, sated and happy on clouds and calm waters of dreamless dreams that leave him feeling loved and fulfilled, I love you, Severus. He whispers, his words but a murmur against the soft pillow beneath his head. Strong arms tighten minutely and he is reassured at the touch, reassured that Severus knows, that he knows.
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