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Severus wants to devour him. Wants to sink his teeth into his flesh until skin and tissue tear. Wants to take a sample sized bite and then feed it back to him.
Instead he feeds him his cock.
Potter gobbles it down like a man starving.
It’s glorious.
Severus’ semen splatters across Potter’s face when he comes, adorning his smooth skin like icing. Severus eagerly licks it off, bitter and salty, until not a trace is left.
“You’re a pervert,” Potter huffs.
“No,” Severus disagrees. “I’m a gourmet.”
“Yeah, right,” Potter grunts as he shifts on the mattress, away from Severus. “What now?”
Severus weighs his options for a moment. Then he makes a decision.
“On your stomach,” he commands.
Potter rolls his eyes but complies, sending Severus a last glare before he buries his face in the sheets.
Severus takes his sweet time tasting each curve and plain of Potter’s body, his smooth back and firm shoulders, the line of his neck. Soft, malleable, pliant like dough. Pale gold and fine like milk and honey. Severus licks a broad stripe down his spine, making him shudder, and then continues his way down.
A feast indeed.