Escape
The body he rubbed against – hot skin, sweat smelling of pine trees and something beastly – was only for him. He bucked, sucked, licked and did anything he could to the body under him.
He could escape from the world here, with this man. The man that was born for him. From his love's and her husband's loins came this beautiful boy; this boy who was the savior of the wizarding world.
He smirked as Harry whined and mewled, begging for anything that he could give the young boy. He shoved deeper into the emerald-eyed boy, kissing soft passionate kisses to the lightning bolt scar.
"Mine . . ." he whispered, breath heavy and panting.
"Yours," was the reply.