Sweet\'s Little Collection

Day Twenty-Nine:

Lucius moaned as Severus' thick cock entered him. His hands gripped the edges of the desk he was currently bent over, his knuckles going white with the force of his grip. Severus' hands were dug into Lucius' hips so hard, he knew he would have bruises from their encounter for days following. He fucking loved it. He pushed back against every thrust, his pace stuttering when Severus' cock rammed against his sensitive prostate. Lucius saw stars. He found himself absurdly thankful when Severus moved one hand down around his hip to grip his hard length tightly, preventing him from cumming too quickly. 

Severus' eyelids fluttered closed as his body was overtaken by sensation. He began stroking Lucius' delicious cock in time with his thrusts. Their trysts never lasted long to begin with, but thank Merlin, he had Lucius all to himself all night. This wouldn't be the only time they joined. It was a rare treat that the lovers took thorough advantage of. He stroked the cock he loved so much faster, feeling himself get closer to completion. Lucius' moans of pleasure were enough to set him off, driving his cock deep inside the other man, struggling to maintain the pace of his stroking as he gritted through his orgasm. After just another moment or two, he felt Lucius' seed coat his hand, and his muscles clench around his still-hard cock inside of him. 

Severus drew a deep breath, his heart racing in his chest. Lucius straightened and turned in Severus's arms. The blonde got to work removing their clothing, most of which had remained in place for their encounter. "Merlin's beard, Blondie, let me catch my breath, will you?" Severus grinned, a moan at the back of his throat when Lucius brushed up against his sensitive cock as he drew his trousers down his legs. "You better catch what you can now, Severus. Once my cock is buried inside of you, you'll be too busy screaming my name to breathe," Lucius responded, his pupils blown wide with lust. Severus tugged the other man forward by the back of his neck, punishing his lips with a bruising kiss. "Prove it," he whispered.