Drabble: Forgiveness
Feb. 22nd, 2006 08:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
asimplechordI'm supposed to be writing the next snapshot. But dammit, that's not what popped out when I opened Word. *sigh* I'll go do some editing for a bit, and maybe once that's done, I'll be in a Harry/Draco mood. Until then....
Title: Forgiveness
Pairing: HP/SS
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Not mine, and I am (sadly) not making any money off this.
Companion to Severus's bad day.
“Mmm, yes, just like that.”
The note of pleasure in his voice, combined with the arousal beginning to hum through my veins, is enough to distract me from the ache in my knees.
An unexpectedly sharp tug from the hands fisted in my hair pulls me forward, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. If I hadn’t anchored one hand firmly around the base I’d have choked on it. As it is, I redouble my efforts, applying pressure to the long, fat vein underneath as I draw back, then forward again until the leaking head is pressed to the top of my throat, just short of triggering my gag reflex.
A few more strokes like that, with my fist tightening and then loosening, and I can tell by the tension in his thighs that he is close, so close to losing his grip on control.
With that goal in mind, I bring my other hand to my mouth. Wetting the index finger, I lift it to his balls, which are drawn up tight, close to his body. I hold them, pet them roughly for a moment, and then cradle them as I let that finger circle his entrance, not yet pressing inward. That only happens when I draw back to suck viciously on the swollen, purple head.
I hear his shout before I feel the muscle spasm against my finger, before I feel the pulse of his vein against my palm or taste the spurt of semen in my mouth.
Reflexively I press my own hips forward, searching for the edge of the bed, for his calf, for any source of pressure to relieve the ache of desire.
I am not ready for release, won’t be until he grants it.
Instead, I hold him in my mouth, swallowing greedily, gently seeking any stray seed before releasing the sensitized, softened cock.
When I glance up, his eyes are closed, his face open and relaxed.
“I am sorry.”
It is as soft as a whisper can be and still be heard.
“I know.”
The words are absolution, understanding, a benediction.
Title: Forgiveness
Pairing: HP/SS
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Not mine, and I am (sadly) not making any money off this.
Companion to Severus's bad day.
“Mmm, yes, just like that.”
The note of pleasure in his voice, combined with the arousal beginning to hum through my veins, is enough to distract me from the ache in my knees.
An unexpectedly sharp tug from the hands fisted in my hair pulls me forward, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. If I hadn’t anchored one hand firmly around the base I’d have choked on it. As it is, I redouble my efforts, applying pressure to the long, fat vein underneath as I draw back, then forward again until the leaking head is pressed to the top of my throat, just short of triggering my gag reflex.
A few more strokes like that, with my fist tightening and then loosening, and I can tell by the tension in his thighs that he is close, so close to losing his grip on control.
With that goal in mind, I bring my other hand to my mouth. Wetting the index finger, I lift it to his balls, which are drawn up tight, close to his body. I hold them, pet them roughly for a moment, and then cradle them as I let that finger circle his entrance, not yet pressing inward. That only happens when I draw back to suck viciously on the swollen, purple head.
I hear his shout before I feel the muscle spasm against my finger, before I feel the pulse of his vein against my palm or taste the spurt of semen in my mouth.
Reflexively I press my own hips forward, searching for the edge of the bed, for his calf, for any source of pressure to relieve the ache of desire.
I am not ready for release, won’t be until he grants it.
Instead, I hold him in my mouth, swallowing greedily, gently seeking any stray seed before releasing the sensitized, softened cock.
When I glance up, his eyes are closed, his face open and relaxed.
“I am sorry.”
It is as soft as a whisper can be and still be heard.
“I know.”
The words are absolution, understanding, a benediction.
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Date: 2006-02-23 04:23 am (UTC)I like the idea of Severus going home to apologize, and things getting all twisted around with words and emotion, and the reader not knowing what might have happened between the start of his apology and the end of the blowjob to get them to there.