His sight was blurred as his father's weight pressed him into the sheets and his eyes watered with the force of his thrusts.
It's like you're a drug
His sight was blurred as the cruciatus curse forced all sense from his mind and filled him instead with an unmerciful pain.
His equally unmerciful father stood by.
It's like you're a demon I can't face down
He lay quite still in his expensive, expansive bed as his father approached from the direction of the locked door, casting a silencing charm as he went.
It's like I'm stuck
He sprinted from the Hall, seeking the grounds, knowing full well that his punishment would be far worse when he inevitably returned.
It's like I'm running from you all the time
His father bent over him, his face composed.
"What would you do?"
A shiver.
"Anything, father."
And I know I let you have all the power
His friend bent over him, his face concerned.
"What do you want to do?"
A shrug.
"Anything."
It's like the only company I seek is misery all around
His father kissing, sucking, making claims of possession over his son's skin.
It's like you're a leech
His father cutting, claiming him in yet another way.
Sucking the life from me
His father pressing lips to lips.
It's like I can't breathe
His father around him. Inside him.
Without you inside of me
His father on top of him. Pushing him into the sheets.
And I know I let you have all the power
His father.
And I realize I'm never gonna quit you over time
