Disclaimer: Messrs Potter & Riddle are the intellectual property of JK Rowling. Later on, I intend to sell Riddle's diary; proceeds will be used to purchase at least the aforementioned characters.
Here's another one written for Terrific Lunacy, this time while listening to Vertigo by Mini Mansions, feat. Alex Turner. Yum.
There was now a hush, a silence that, if it weren't for the sound of sudden rush of blood from his toes all the way up to his head, would have been eerie. He could not remember anything else, could not recall anything but the taste of his young student on his tongue—his young student who, mere moments earlier, had been begging for him to both stop and not to stop.
It drove him over the edge, closer than he had ever been before, and it only took a few hard thrusts into his own fist for him to fall to his momentary demise—a temporary death far more terrifying in intensity than the permanent ending of life awaiting every man at the end of his earthly journey. He had enough sense to know that his eyes had rolled heavenwards in ecstasy, his tongue driving deeper into the tight heat before him as he convulsed...
But he could not remember moving around inside that tight channel, could not recall reaching up with a soiled hand and touching the delicious member of his now-lover. All he could recall was the painful, discordant sound of the keys under Harry's trembling grip, the smell of his arousal, the taste and feel of him exploding in his mouth, and their blissful sighs of completion—a beautiful, warm duet in the dark that punctuated the following silence while they gently held each other against the piano.