Re: Reclamation, part 3arsenicjadeFebruary 10 2006, 03:33:13 UTC
The sturdy whalebone structure of the corset presses against Severus chest, different from the familiar muscled sturdiness of Draco's bare chest. Draco's slide is smooth, uninhibited and Severus can hardly string together the thought, "He made himself ready for this," underneath the maelstrom of "smooth" and "oh" and "Draco" and "oh" that has taken over his mind.
Draco rocks up gently. Severus' fingers scrabble for purchase. He curls and twists them in the corset's lacings, bringing his hands and the lacing up to Draco's bare arms, pressing into the damp skin tightly enough that Severus knows, later, when he lets go, there will be the aftermath of pink on Draco's skin. For a moment. Before it fades.
Draco whimpers, rocking more desperately on Severus' cock. Severus drops one hand to Draco's cock, wrapping it loosely in the length of pink satin. The wrapping is nowhere near tight enough to stop Draco from coming, just an encouragement not to until Severus says otherwise.
Draco picks up on the hint.
He's a good boy for another few minutes and then it's all, "please," and "Severus," and "please." Severus wraps his hand over the satin and the skin of Draco's cock--nearly as smooth--and Draco comes, his head thrown back, unable to breathe in his position. The tightening of Draco's entire body, the line of his neck, the dusky hue of his skin brings Severus over the edge and he lets go, coming even as Draco falls over onto his chest, heavy in his after-glow.
As soon as he can remember how his fingers work, Severus unties the knot at the base of Draco's spine, loosening the corset just enough to allow for his lover to inhale deeply. The action pushes the corset, and Draco, even further onto Severus.
When he has caught his breath, Draco asks hoarsely, "Happy Valentine's Day?"
Severus simply slips his hands over the wet skin of Draco's back, palms down, knuckles brushing the underside of the corset, and leaves them there.
Draco rocks up gently. Severus' fingers scrabble for purchase. He curls and twists them in the corset's lacings, bringing his hands and the lacing up to Draco's bare arms, pressing into the damp skin tightly enough that Severus knows, later, when he lets go, there will be the aftermath of pink on Draco's skin. For a moment. Before it fades.
Draco whimpers, rocking more desperately on Severus' cock. Severus drops one hand to Draco's cock, wrapping it loosely in the length of pink satin. The wrapping is nowhere near tight enough to stop Draco from coming, just an encouragement not to until Severus says otherwise.
Draco picks up on the hint.
He's a good boy for another few minutes and then it's all, "please," and "Severus," and "please." Severus wraps his hand over the satin and the skin of Draco's cock--nearly as smooth--and Draco comes, his head thrown back, unable to breathe in his position. The tightening of Draco's entire body, the line of his neck, the dusky hue of his skin brings Severus over the edge and he lets go, coming even as Draco falls over onto his chest, heavy in his after-glow.
As soon as he can remember how his fingers work, Severus unties the knot at the base of Draco's spine, loosening the corset just enough to allow for his lover to inhale deeply. The action pushes the corset, and Draco, even further onto Severus.
When he has caught his breath, Draco asks hoarsely, "Happy Valentine's Day?"
Severus simply slips his hands over the wet skin of Draco's back, palms down, knuckles brushing the underside of the corset, and leaves them there.
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