Finally! The sex is here! It's weirdly hard for me to write vanilla porn. Like people just put things in things and that's it? The end? I guess. Also this is the only nice chapter you're going to get. I'm going to go back to being sick and fucked up after this so revel in the sweetness. On AO3 there are bottom notes but it's just me rambling about Drag Race All Stars 2. I don't wanna word stretch here because there isn't a designated note section. But Team Alaska I've loved Mae West since I was 12 jelly sandals forever.
He was so tight and hot. He could feel Severus' ragged nails digging into the naked flesh of his back but that was okay, he needed the sharp pricks to keep him grounded. Biology demanded movement, the clench and flutter of smooth, damp walls demanded his seed. The driving force behind sex was reproduction and he had never felt the need to indulge much until now. Until this twisted little half blood wondered into his life like Little Red Riding Hood, unaware that he was lost in a wood that wanted to swallow him whole.
Severus was uncomfortably tight around him. He took it as a sign that the boy (he wasn't sure if he could still refer to him as such) wasn't enjoying himself. As much of a surprise as it would be to others, he rather disliked hurting his sexual partners. "Do you want me to stop?" Tom could feel the minutes ticking by and he hadn't relaxed an inch. He couldn't even get himself fully in. Long white legs wrapped around his hips, trying to reassure him that it was fine. "No! No, it's just that I've never done this before. It hurts a little."
That was a bit of an understatement actually; it hurt quite a lot. But something inside him (no pun intended) wanted it. Some basic instinct yearned for this no matter what. He needed to have Tom inside of him because his genetic code demanded copulation and now that it was happening there was no going back. He felt Tom begin to rock forward into him, and then gently pull out a bit to repeat the motion. This wasn't anything like he'd thought it would be. He knew it would hurt but he figured it would feel different too, at least a little good. He was aware of… Tom's presence in his body but he'd always thought his insides were more sensitive. Mostly he felt pressure and friction. He didn't have a clitoris like normal women. What if he couldn't orgasm? What if he couldn't enjoy sex? He'd heard boys complain about girls who would just lay there. God he was one of those girls and Tom wouldn't want anything to do with him and since when did that even matter? His lover's voice broke through his panicked inner monologue.
"Doing alright?" He sounded strained and breathy. That was a good sign. At least his insides must feel normal.
"Yeah," he hissed out, squirming slightly.
"You were tensing up again. If you keep doing that I'll probably finish sooner rather than later." Severus couldn't help but smile a little; Tom was eloquent even now.
"Finish when you want," he replied. Yes, sooner rather than later would indeed be preferable, he thought to himself. It still hurt and he didn't see any reason to prolong it on his account. He tried to cant his pelvis forward a bit for better access. Never let it be said that he wasn't obliging. He felt Tom's arm worm under his hips, shift them a bit, pull him down into the trust. Oh… oooohhh that was different. He felt Tom slip further in and rub against something. He felt a little silly now that he realized he hadn't been in all the way before. And now he was moving against something that rather seemed to enjoy the friction. It was gradually overriding the pain and feeling pleasurable.
Finally he fully sheathed himself in him. The heat and tight, soft walls felt excellent around his member. Tom decided he must have finally gotten the right angle because he felt the passage around him eased to a more comfortable pressure, watched as Severus went from distressed grunts and a pinched face to heavy breathing and a much more lax expression. If he had known that the discomfort could be relieved simply by sheathing himself fully he would have done it from the start. Unfortunately, he had the feeling that he would probably finish before his lover, but that was alright. There were other means to ensure completion. Digital manipulation was easy enough, and he had been told that he was quite talented with his fingers. He wondered how talented Severus could be with his own fingers. He'd love to watch the boy spread himself open and insert those graceful white digits inside, rubbing and thrusting them until he arched in orgasm.
Instinct must finally be taking over because his partner was now rocking back against his thrusts. Finally he could lose himself to this, enjoy the hedonistic pleasure of joining with someone. What once had been merely damp was finally wet, natural lubrication slicking their movements. He felt long legs wrap around his waist again, this time assured and guiding, helping to pull him in on the down stroke. Oh yes, Severus was indeed a fast learner and apparently rather intuitive. He buried his face in the hot column of his neck, tasted the other's sweat on his lips, felt his throat expand and contract with rapid breath. He felt searching, groping hands make their way down his back, grip his buttocks. Tom couldn't help but find that amusing. His partner certainly wasn't acting the terrified virgin anymore, thank god.
Fuck he was close. Before it had been a tentative, delicate joining but now it was swiftly becoming rutting in earnest. He wished he had the fortitude to make Severus cum like this, but he was sure he could finish him off after if he was already this wound up. Suddenly he felt a wet mouth as his neck, sharp teeth nipping at his flesh. Damn him to hell that boy was clever. Unfortunately it proved to be his undoing as he found release in that wet, clenching heat. His hips continued on for a moment as he enjoyed the raw, nerve searing pleasure of orgasm. But slowly, inevitably his thrusting came to a stop. Tom carefully eased out, his softening erection making a slick pop as he did.
He looked down at Severus, studied his face. His hollow cheeks were flushed red, his forehead beaded with sweat. His black eyes were half lidded and beautifully framed by those spider leg lashes that Tom so loved. At that moment he felt a strange clench and flutter inside himself, an odd wriggling in his innards that he had never experienced before. This boy, strange and austere, had crept into his life like some aberrant creature, had nestled into the cracks of his existence and settled into his day to day fabric. Tom had never felt like this before. Had never before felt this need to be near someone, had never before cared about the happiness of another human. It was perhaps strange, but not necessarily in a bad way.
With new reverence he ran his hand over the curve of his hip, rubbed his thumb over the swell of bone beneath sooth, white skin. Severus' eyes flickered downward at him, his thin, pink lips slightly open, imperfect teeth catching the dim light and glinting wetly. His lank hair spread out behind his head on the pillow like spilled ink. Tom felt that odd clench in himself again, almost like a dull ache; a painful but strangely pleasant longing. These feelings were certainly worth further investigation, but there was still something he was looking forward to doing.
He stretched out on his side next to Severus and grasped his hip, gently urging him on his side as well, back to his chest. Tom's fingers trailed through course, black curls, gently brushing past the vestigial organ and slipping inside that lovely wet hole. He could feel his own fresh release inside him, slicking his fingers and trickling out onto his hand. That was itself almost enough to make him hard again, but he believed pleasure was best had in moderation. Perhaps in a few days Severus would come to him, wet and begging for another round. Oh yes, that would be worth waiting for.
Gently he crooked his fingers and began rubbing. He felt the soft muscles clench around his digits and Severus' hips tilted forward. Tom placed kisses on his back, at his nape. "That's it," he cooed to him, "just like that. Let go." Carefully he increased his speed, added more pressure.
"Tom!" Severus cried, pushing into his fingers. He felt him contract and spasm wildly around him, felt his hips arch as far as his bones would allow, neck bent back with his scalp pushing into his nose. He kept up the same speed until Severus' hips fell back against him and his neck relaxed. Slowly he decreased his speed and pressure until he stopped all together and eased his fingers out. Carelessly he wiped his fingers on the sheets. He could worry about that and all of these strange new emotions tomorrow.
Tom draped one arm around Severus hip, the other snaking under his neck to support his head. Something about it felt nice, felt strangely right. Like this was always how he was supposed to be sleeping, with this person pressed against him, sharing his breath and body heat.
Tom and Severus slept better that night than they ever had before.