And yet, it really wasn't lust. Not for Severus. The pleasure was undeniable and he had enjoyed getting off, but that wasn't the reason for this. He hissed, wounded and needy, hips lifting from the bed. Oh, he'd likely bruise it, he didn't even care if it came off. He just wanted it hard and fast. Harder. Faster. Now, now, now.

Here, Severus could be as loud as he wanted. And when he came, he came so hard that he stunned himself, his cry choking in his throat.