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A/N: Just a short glimpse into our beloved Dom's thoughts, enjoy in out Sev ppl :)

October 6. - Biting

It is not often that they do this - shag. There is Dominance and there are various ways of release, for both of them, but shagging is rarely on the menu. It makes this moment all the more special.

His hips undulate in a slow motion. So slow that he draws a long anguished moan from Lucius. Softly, he trails kisses along the long pale neck, and small nips, with his lips but no teeth.

Another incoherent semi-moan.

Who says tenderness can’t be used to dominate?

He doesn’t speed up, he doesn't change a thing, even if Lucius’ thighs are clutching him like a hot iron ring. Lucius is self-indulgent, not selfish but he tends to forget and from time to time he needs a reminder.

The more Lucius moans and groans, the more he squeezed - Severus’ hips slow down, to a near stand-still with only miniscule movements. Just enough to tickle, or drive insane.

Lucius cries out, it is an attempt to beg, but he won’t relent, not until Lucius remembers.

Ah, yesss!

The sharp line of fire travels down his back, on the left. His hips move just a fraction faster but still not enough.

It is still self-indulgent, but now Lucius drags the nails down his back, pressing hard, probably leaving red marks. The pain is sharp and fleeting, but it burns so deliciously afterwards.

He speeds up again, still too slow for the need of the man beneath him. Severus hides the smirk at the juncture of Lucius’ neck - if Lucius can’t remember, he will force him to.

Sparks of pain, sharp and concentrated, flare over his trapezoid. A deep suction draws more pain, more pressure. His hips now move on their own accord - he struggles to control them, he can’t give Lucius what he wants so fast.   

Lucius’ teeth are now lodged at his collarbone, pressing strong enough to damage the skin. He sucks in a deep breath.

Yes, that’s it.

He wants them - no, he needs them, those marks and that sting. It is not weakness, it is the desire deeply rooted in him. He needs to be reminded that he belongs to Lucius as much as Lucius belongs to him.

The pain and the burn.

The bite is sharp, it didn’t break the skin but it will leave a swollen red welt and a bruise for days to come. He is property now, Lucius’ property, marked and branded - at least for a little while.

The pain sets his hips into a new gear, the one he does not try to control anymore.