Generous

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Generous

Severus didn’t see the flex of muscle Potter used to slam the door shut when he left. He did feel the shockwaves that rattled the very atoms of the stone walls and he did hear the wooden doorframe splinter in protest, but he didn’t witness it with his own eyes.

He didn’t see the speckles of saliva that sprayed angrily when Potter cursed Severus’s legitimacy moments prior to his explosive departure. He did hear the boy’s voice, low and dangerous as it spilled all manner of profanities and he did feel the tiny globules of spit across his throat as they landed on his exposed skin, but he didn’t witness it with his own eyes.

Severus cursed his own imbecility at allowing Potter to tie his naked body to the bed and secure a silk strip over his eyes. Never before had he acquiesced to such a demand, would never have even considered it had it not been for his hopeless infatuation with the unruly haired boy. Tender, young flesh can do strange things to a person.

Unsure of how much time had passed since the brat’s disappearance, or what had incited it, Severus kept himself distracted by plotting a fitting punishment, planning every last detail with such mental consummation that he no longer felt the metal chaffing his wrists or the gradual dampening of the blindfold that irritated his eyes and made them water.

The chill of the dungeons had long since coaxed his flesh to goose bumps and Severus fancied he could feel it bleeding into his bone marrow. Testing his restraints once more, he froze at the sound of approaching footsteps.

Severus refused to let the warm, wet tongue slither between his lips; did not acknowledge the murmured apology breathed against his cold, hard nipples, peaked only because of the temperature and certainly not a product of arousal. He ignored the small, oily hands coaxing his prick back to hardness and made absolutely no sound when the boy eased himself onto it and began rolling his hips. Severus clenched his teeth so hard he believed he might have cracked a molar, but still he pretended not to notice how flawlessly his cock slid in and out, how snugly it wedged between the tight, ridged walls, and he totally disregarded the delightful way in which the contracting ring of muscle hugged the base of his straining erection.

Severus didn’t let the boy’s loud keening destabilise his impassive face, not even when, at the height of a scream, warm liquid pulsed over his belly and trickled down to settle in dense, pubic hair. He made little more than a perfunctory grunt when his own balls drew up tightly and released a torrent of thick fluid inside the spasming channel. The rapid panting that filled the air most definitely did not come from his lungs. Severus wouldn’t flinch at the unfastening of his binds, or the brightness of the light as the salt-encrusted blindfold was peeled away.

But the soft whisper in his ear made his breath stutter and his heart rate double. Long minutes after his namesake had gone, the words that explained the boy’s sudden, angry departure still echoed painfully.

“Next time you mistake me for my father, I won’t be so generous.”

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