Severus' head thumped back against the wall, hands busy searching under soft leather, seeking, seeking – ah, yes. Hard cock, filling his hand as Lucius shifted restlessly against him, white-blond hair falling in his face – beautiful contrast to smooth skin. "Would you like me to sink to my knees and worship your beautiful cock?" Severus' eyes were dark, pupils dilated with lust and too many shots of vodka. Was drunk and restless. And hungry. Hungry for what only Lucius could provide, what only Lucius was capable of giving him. The sharp tug on his hair had stars exploding behind his eyes. And Lucius' eyes glittered with twisted need. "Kneel before me." Oh yes...Lucius was in the mood to play. Good. Severus obediently sank down, hands on his thighs as he licked his lips. A patient subject waiting for his master. The first hard shove had him choking gagging, tears leaking behind eyes clenched shut. Perfect. Hard and rough – total disregard for any pain inflicted. Severus was a whore, a plaything. A slave to be used and discarded. He wrapped his lips around the thick length, cheeks hollowed as he swallowed, devoured, ran teeth along the sensitive underside. Lucius' hands were brutal, tangled in dark hair as he thrust forward. No gentleness – none of his usual finesse. Just heat and flesh and filling Severus' willing throat and more and oh, fuck, that was going to hurt later, but Severus didn't care. All he cared about was Lucius' thick cock rammed again and again into his mouth. Gentle had no place in this moment.
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