Author's note: 'nother
drabble123 piece, only this time it didn't want to be restricted to 100 words ;) Also, this icon fits perfectly! Also, this is smuttier than last night's drabbles.
Bite when you need to be quiet
BITE
“Oh God…”
“Shh…”
Any further sounds Rose might have made were swallowed as Scorpius clamped his mouth over hers. Downstairs, the clatter of cheering students quieted as McGonagall resumed her welcoming speech. Against him, Rose undulated, mewled, clutched, and it was all he could do not to give in to sweet temptation and pound into her like he’d been wanting to all day - who was he kidding, most of the summer except those few nighttime escapades when they could.
Dear Merlin, she drove him to such recklessness.
“Scorp… take me,” she whimpered into his ear, the desperate tone so like the wild tattoo of his heart.
He captured her mouth again, molding himself to her, and she purred, lifting her stockinged leg to bring the hard, clothed length of him against her bare core, skirt rucked up her hips.
“Please,” she breathed again, and her eyes went dark with need when he filled her with a finger, mimicking the actions she was begging for.
They both knew he was done for.
Dipping his head, Scorpius laved a bare breast as she undid his trousers, releasing him. Then he stilled her hand, arousal barely letting him think straight. “We need to be quiet,” he whispered finally.
Rose nodded, then sighed, nearly boneless against the wall as he truly filled her and let her slowly get accustomed to him again. Her eyes fluttered closed, but she smiled as he brushed a lock of her hair back.
“Ready?” She nodded again, wordlessly, and opened her eyes to his warm gaze locked onto her face as he began thrusting smoothly into her tight heat.
He need not have worried, Rose thought; her voice left her as sensations slithered through her, leaving her nearly breathless. Scorpius held her close, sharp, hot breaths fanning over her neck, each thrust and retreat bringing her closer and closer to…
“Shh,” he hissed, and she suddenly realised she’d been moaning brokenly aloud.
“I can’t - I can’t -”
He nipped her neck lightly, then licked, and Rose quickly understood his meaning. Nails biting into his rumpled uniform for dear life, Rose tore a button in her effort, but didn’t care. Her teeth sank into the warm nook of his neck as he gave a great jerk and a swallowed bark. She in turn stiffened, biting down harder as waves of pleasure tore through her.
Hours later, the mark was still there. It was… her mark.