Blurry Eyes
Blurry Eyes
There was a pressure on his hip. The hands gripped tight, driving bruises in their wake. No one was there to see his head toss back in rapture. He admired the gesture with a slow blush, only his lover could evoke it. Then, moisture fogged up the glass, and everything became a mysterious new game.
A sharp pain came as he was propelled backwards. He met the ground in an unceremonious manner. His heart could have stopped from sheer terror.
The hand stroked his face, and he closed his eyes. His body trembled a silent approval, “Yes, touch me.”
“Don’t you dare touch me, Snake!” The hand was cold on his face, stroking his cheek as if he was a pet.
And the hand traveled downward. He gasped and arched against it. His lover tweaked his nipple and bit his ear. He wouldn’t give this up for anything, ever.
The low moan in his ear excited him. His lover was draped about him, touching and kissing him everywhere. He cried out. The echoes chased each other, seeming endless. “Make love to me.”
Those pale hands had tore at his skin, leaving red treachery behind. He gasped, arms straining against their restraints. The hands were on him again, and he couldn’t bear the feeling of being this dirty.
A sharp pain came as his lover prepared him. The pain faded slowly as pleasure took over. He gave a choked moan, his breath shuddering. They rocked together every so slowly. His lover handled him, always so sweetly. Don’t stop ever.
He gave a choked moan, his breath shuddering. They rocked together. He was tortured slowly. He begged him to stop. “Please, stop.” A sickly sweet response, “Crucio.”
There was a brief pause. His hand reached up, bracing himself against the glass. His breath came fast. His voice hitched as his lover rocked inside of him. His body tingled every time that spot was rediscovered. He was loud, almost screaming. It felt so good.
He was screaming. The pain made the edges of his vision tinge black. He could hear the moans he used to thrive for in his ears. “Yes, like that, scream for me Harry.”
Fast. Slow. Hard. Soft. He felt they had become intertwined. They worked. Passion consumed by need. They were struggling together. Almost there. Almost. So close.
A brief pause, the pain began to subside. He opened his eyes.
Suddenly he was coming. He saw white. For a moment everything was blank. Pleasure racked his body. His hand smeared down the mirror. The image was shattered.
“W-why?” He felt the blood pool as the other pulled out of him. No answer was revealed. Just laughter. Harry rolled on his side, he didn’t even feel the glass digging fresh wounds. In the shard he could see those blue eyes.
He could feel the pressure on his hip. The hands gripped tight.
:o