Cupid Painted Blind

Chapter 13: “Too long a sacrifice can make a stone of the heart.” William Butler Yeats


Becoming less articulate and bolder by the moment “Clothes” *mew* “off” *gasp* “Want” *pant* “Need” Hands sought skin kissing nibbling licking. With a barely murmured spell both men felt the cool kiss of air upon their skin.

Devoid of clothing skin caressed skin, hands rubbed and teased, both oblivious to everything save sheer ecstasy. Whimpers of desire, moans of wanton passion, whispered words of love, sighs of pleasure all music to the impassioned ear.

Yes, yes, Oh, Oh * whimper* yes, no, yes, *sigh* Ah, Ah, yes, yes, yes, *moan* need, love, ah, oh, yessssss

Harry was wonderfully vocal. Snape was trying his nine times tables but doubted if he would get to 81, his body inflamed with desires and a fever that threatened to dash his heart to pieces.

Harry was positive he had died and gone to heaven nothing, nothing, nothing, in his entire life could compare to the inferno that overwhelmed his very soul.

Harry backed Snape up against a bookshelf his face buried in Snape’s shoulder kissing nibbling, whilst their shafts rubbed together. Pre-come glistened and joined forming a fine thread between them like silk.

Hungry eyes grazed upon the perfect naked forms from the comfort of the lounge. Unobserved a bottle of Ogden’s finest drifted across the room in the company of a tumbler of ice.

Harry’s breathe was ragged when he slid down Snape’s body to lick and taunt the mushroom crown his fingers caressing massaging the ‘bridge of sighs’. He gently sucked each ball in turn into his mouth and hummed with pleasure.

Snape panted eyes glazed, one hand gripping the shelf behind him lest his legs give way and one ghosting in Harry’s hair. “Harry I, I, I…” Snape felt his balls tightening he couldn’t, didn’t want to hold on any longer.

“Look at me” Harry commanded in a breathless voice painted with love.

Ebony eyes locked with emerald as Harry licked and engulfed Snape’s throbbing swollen member in his hot sweet mouth his tongue playing and teasing.

“Harry” The name was torn from his lips as he convulsed shooting streams of spunk into his lovers’ mouth. Eyes still locked tears unbidden slipped and ran across his cheeks at the sheer beauty of Harry as he swallowed every drop with absolute pleasure etched on his handsome face.

Harry continued to suck and caress the spent member that trembled in his care, gently licking and kissing his way slowly up his lovers’ body all the while keeping eye contact.

His need hot and obvious pressed into Snape’s stomach as he kissed the tears away and caught those precious lips with his own. His shuddered with pleasure and spent his load between them, with a groan.

For sometime they leant against each other and the bookcase, just trying to remember to breathe. On trembling legs the sexy men wandered into the next room and spelled clean, crept between the covers spooning, they surrendered to dreams of immortality together.

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When the exquisite view vanished from sight Victor wandered over to the luncheon spread and elected to satisfy one hunger. In his heart he yearned to join the two sensual creatures in bed. *Sigh* Soon enough.

Finished with his meal he wandered to the lounge. With a snap the table cleared itself. He conjured up the day’s paper and snuggled down for a wait with Ogden. Soon the ‘Hunger’ would cut in and they would need him, but for now they had each other and life was wonderful.

Certainly it was a pleasing outcome and a magnificent floorshow.

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