His hips racked backwards and forwards in a constant motion. His breath occasionally clung to the soft tissues of his throat, and every now and then rumbled its way out of his mouth and played on the thin curved line he referred to as his lips.
His greasy black hair fixed to his scalp and forehead, and hung down in rough, matted tresses, blurring the vision of his eyes. He angrily smacked away the sweaty locks out of the way and again, groaned at the soft tightness enveloping him below. He bit deeply into the side of his cheek and let his sapped mouth water at the coppery iron taste of blood. The musk filled dungeon echoed many snivels and yelps for help in response to such delight.
His hoarse throat, weary from hours of strenuous use, began to replenish with moisture once again. Like an animal, his movements were violent and puncturing nevertheless, deliberate and controlled.
A forced howl of bliss erupted from the man's tense jaw. He cried in a state of clouded high and then collapsed once again of top of the lifeless form below him.
And only began to wake from his few moments of slumber when the figure beneath his ache, wiggled in desperation. A desperation to be released from its prison. The dungeon bat grabbed hold of the body and once again, began to pleasure himself against it. And after another bawl of joy, he loosened his grip and sighed in sadness. Changing position ever so carefully, his warmth returned. He brushed his coated fingers over the cheek of his victim and then placed a cold yet lax kiss upon his temple, savouring the sweet, delectable supple skin. The prey did not shift, but let out a shrivelled breath.
The bat relaxed until the prey began shifting more deliberately and forcefully. Kicking its legs around and winding his waist about.
He fought the bloodied boy to submission like he had before and tensed. In a new found position, he turned the weak youth over and studied his features and damage he had created. His face. Gorgeous, the man thought. The curves of Harry's chin were more feminine now from the malnourishment he had gone through, his lips were plum from being sucked continuously by the bat and from what he could see, his long eyelashes batted his swollen cheeks like hers used to.
Snape then began gently clearing his face, covered with hair and sweat with the palm of his hand.
And then his jaw widened and anger struck him. And time again, the boy looked more like the man he despised. He'd spit on his grave if he ever found where it was.
He grabbed the boy by the mandible, his fingers clawing into his flesh and crushed his teeth into his gums, the boy cried in intense pain and his eyes began to water.
"Look at me." The abuser demanded. Harry gurgled, and blood splattered the around him, almost in a pattern. He closed his eyes and almost peacefully tried to drift away, but Snape wouldn't allow it. He bent down closer to the body of the boy and gripped his shoulder tightly with one hand. His dirty nails sunk in deep next a previously given bite mark.
"Look at me!" he screamed at the side of Harry head. Still pining his bloodied hands to the frigid ground above with his other strong hand.
Harry eyes slowly glazed towards Snape's cold orbs, with the contact, Snape sighed and then sucked in a breath. He stretched out his fingertips to move another stray lock from Harry's face. The boy flinched aggressively. Snape pulled away and pursed his lips whilst staring deep into the soul's window beneath him.
"You have your mother's eyes." He said, Harry choked once more before his eyes rolled back. Snape's face splattered with blood.
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