So Easy
by Sinope
Title:
So Easy
Author: Sinope at (no spam!) gmail dot com
Rating:
NC-17
Pairing:
Snape/Harry
Warning:
Serious themes of underage sexuality, dubious consent, and somnophilia. Do not read if any of those bother you.
Summary:
He can feel the boy pressed to his chest like a doll.
Author's notes:
For Switch.
Disclaimer: This is an unofficial fan work. No profit was made; no ownership is implied.
He can feel the boy pressed to his chest like a doll. Sweat-sheened skin, pliant like oily wax, separates his fingers from the heart that thrums, quiet and regular, an exquisite machine. He knows that if he twisted his other hand, the one that cups the boy's sleep-flushed cheek, the briefest of movements could snap his neck.
Down, further down, where sweat and come and lubricant form a salty-slick glue between their hips, he can feel his now-limp cock, still half-wedged between the boy's legs. Even as he contemplates the thought, he feels arousal starting to pulse through his veins. So easy it would be to slide straight back into him, feel the boy's startled wince, feel that stretched and slick satin accept him once again. So easy to savour the boy's struggles, relish him clamping down around his cock, milking pleasure from him in fearful jerks and thrashing. His teeth would sink into the boy's neck from behind, biting sharply as he trapped his arms and smothered the protests from his breath. So easy.
He's fully hard again by now, hotly aware of the thin cheeks of the boy's buttocks nestling around his cock. Wordlessly he feels around for the boy's hand, grips the sleepy fingers in his own, wraps them forcefully around himself. Little fingers, soft slender fingers, fingers with bones so tiny and breakable. He jerks the hand up and down his length, impatient and burning with need, bucking against the boy's form and biting his lips to keep from groaning from desire. Soon he can feel the boy's entrance clutching his head, still dilated and slick. He slams into him in one stroke as his nails dig deep into the boy's skinny arms.
His hand darts to cover the boy's mouth, muffling his cry of pain, but he can still hear the whimper that escapes with each vicious thrust. Again. Again. Again. He's given up counting rhythm, given up on holding the boy still; all that matters is fucking the boy so deep that he fills every part of him, so deep that he loses himself in that clinging arse, so deep that he breaks the boy in two. Again. Again. Again. He can feel a gut-deep ache resounding in him, tearing him inside-out, and then one more pounding thrust and he's coming deep into the boy, filling the boy with himself, and everything's oh god so perfect yes yes YES DAMN YOU YES.
He breathes raggedly, afterwards, slowly coming to his senses. He can hear the boy's breath, shallow and uneven, and he wonders whether he's crying.
No matter. He pulls the boy back against his chest, cupping the cheek of his lovely, fragile doll, and feels his softened cock slip comfortably between the boy's legs. Everything is as it should be.
finis.
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