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Knees digging into the plush rug that decorates the floor of your shared chamber, lips swollen, wrapped around the firm cock of your Severus. Anticipating its drive back into the soft tissue of your throat, breathing in to quell the panic that arises within your mind just as it does so.
Placing a hand into the wizard's dark robe as if it would calm the beast within him, staring through tear-soaked lashes into the commanding void that is Severus' eyes. Fire crackling fills the silence of them consuming your body and soul, watching his brows furrow in pleasure as the walls of your throat welcome him.
Muscles flexing, constricting around the mass of his cock, pulling a quiet, relieving moan from his lips. Struggling to suck on what length hasn't carved its way down your throat, finding control in the moment with your tongue wet, messaging the underside of his cock.
Grasping the soft sack of his balls, warm against your palm, juggling their heaviness with your fingertips. Bobbing slowly as thick fingers encircle your skull, allowing Severus' hips to thrust, plunging his pulsing cock deeper.
Spit creeping down into your throat, as Severus stills, moaning breathlessly as muscles tighten, causing soft tissue to tighten around his cock. Hissing at the crushing pain that fights to overtake the numbing pleasure your throat provides.
Squeezing his balls as desperation sets in, gagging helplessly, coughing as Severus doesn't budge, prohibiting air from entering your lungs. Acid starting to bubble up your throat, threatening to burst with a harsh enough cough.
Hot tears prickling down your cheeks, using a free hand to hit Snape's thigh, causing the wizard's legs to buckle. Releasing your head, pushing away swiftly, causing strings of spit to stretch from cock to mouth, failing to stay attached.
Leaning to the side, coughing out the spit that made its way into your lungs, all while gasping for air. Barely feeling as Snape's hand cups your cheek, apologetically.
"I'm sorry," he whispers, hand gently guiding you to face him once again.
Ignoring his throbbing cock that bounces middle air, to stare into Severus' eyes. Relishing in their encompassing void that prickles heat from your cheeks down, adding to the pool flooding your body heavy.
Mind rotting, leaning into the warm palm of Severus' hand. Watching through fluttering lashes as he sighs, your lips brushing, kissing the thin skin of his hand, following along until his plush thumb lies at the crease of your lips.
Gently, Severus' thumb pushes down, asking for permission back into the raw cavern of your mouth. Studying his mouth as it sets agape, eyes filling with anticipation, cock twitching wildly at the sight of your tongue. Sticking out the soft muscle, allowing him to admire its wet surface, to fantasize its grasp around his length.
Throat clenching, swallowing the thick spit coating it. Driving your head forward, the movement slides Severus' thumb aside for the head of his cock to take its place. Deep moans sing from the man as your wet tongue beds his cock, soft lips encasing its girth. Eyes staying locked as every inch is taken, closely observing as Severus gasps, head tilting to the side with eyes fighting not to roll back.
Bobbing steadily, working to build the climax within him, gradually thrusting his cock deeper and deeper down the length of your tongue. Shakily resting a hand atop your head, more of a self-brace than a push for control.
Grasping the soft sack of his balls again, enveloping their warmth in your palm. Squeezing, messaging the balls that swim inside the thin sack, earning much stronger, grittier moans from Severus' lips.
Fingertips start to ding against your skull, cock dipping down your throat, outside your careful control as his knees buckle. Legs shaking at the familiar feel of soft tissue, slowly losing your control to the greed flooding through Severus' mind.
Grasping at your skull with two hands, gazing into your eyes as he leans in, taking your throat for his own. Releasing his balls for the front of his thighs, grounding yourself as Severus tenderly thrust down your throat with little difference to if he had taken you on the plush bed behind him.
Calming your mind to take the girth of Severus' cock, keeping your jaw open wide in fear of your teeth touching cock. Hearing the man sigh, cock stretching your throat with each thrust that builds confidence.
Pausing mid-thrust, seeking the wet, slick walls of your soft throat engulfing the head of his cock. Fingertips of your own start to dig into dark fabric clothing his legs as a gag creeps upon the moment, tears prickle your vision as it wins.
Head curling forward, gagging as Severus' cock continues to prob the confines of your throat. Tensing muscles adds only to the electrifying feel of pleasure, encouraging the warmth of a climax to build faster. Thrusts growing stronger, sloppy with the control they have over your throat. Hands flying up to Severus' wrists, spit dripping down your chin alongside hot tears, his hands being the only thing that holds up your head.
With a final thrust, stilling deep within your throat, feeding off the way it tightens from gagging. Choking on the white liquid spilling out of the head of his cock, barely hearing the moans that sound from the wizard's mouth.
Releasing you once a tap hits his wrist, allowing you to cough up cum in your windpipe. Leaning over, palms touching the floor rug, no longer caring for Severus' quick movements out of the room and down the stairs. Coming back up with a glass of water, along with warm pats on the back to help.
Once your mind is satisfied, throat comfortable with what liquid is still left behind, sitting back up, grabbing the water he hands you. Drinking it down to quell the roughness in your throat, watching as he gets up, heading into the bathroom, only to come back with a damp hand towel.
Wiping away the dry and wet tears that stain your cheeks, holding an expression of guilt and care for you. Imagining all the promises that race across his mind to never act in such a careless way again, knowing it wouldn't take much to break those once the itch in your throat starts again.