19. queenrissa prompted me with: Harry/Snape: Moving.
Moved (NC-17; Snarry; 100 words)
In. Out. Shallow dip. Moan. Hard thrust. Grunt. So deep. So slow. So perfect!
Severus had never been able to deny Harry's arse, even if his laboratory was yet unpacked.
"Please, oh, yeah! More!"
Heat. Pressure. Grasp. Push. Inside, inside, inside!
Harry's orgasmic shout rang in Severus' ears; he sped his strokes, blind to the disorder around them, and pounded into Harry until all rhythm left him and he was groaning through his own release.
Thighs shaking, Severus slid off Harry's back, falling limply to the floor next to him.
"Love it . . . when you're . . . impulsive," Harry panted.