Severus was halfway there all ready, wicked dog! He rolled his hips forward and lifted himself onto his toes as his other arm joined the first around Sirius's neck. The tongue on his ear, the fingers on his shaft, and the cool nighttime breeze of the forest was killing him. He was sure that he was dying. This had to be what it felt like. Severus gasped when Sirius found his rhythm. He was not able to stay still. He was not able to allow the other boy to win.
So, he bit back his next trembling moan and forced himself to stop clinging to Sirius so obviously. He gripped his shoulders instead, gyrating his hips so that he, not the Gryffindor, was giving him pleasure.
And then Sirius had to go and say his name. Severus almost lost it then and there.
"I really don't... Understand the hype. Y-You're not that good," he whispered, unconvincingly.
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Date: 2011-05-26 01:45 pm (UTC)So, he bit back his next trembling moan and forced himself to stop clinging to Sirius so obviously. He gripped his shoulders instead, gyrating his hips so that he, not the Gryffindor, was giving him pleasure.
And then Sirius had to go and say his name. Severus almost lost it then and there.
"I really don't... Understand the hype. Y-You're not that good," he whispered, unconvincingly.