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Surrender
Harry paused, his hand curved loosely around the base of Severus' erection. Severus strained. His nerves were popping out of his skin, screaming for contact. His hips thrust shamelessly forward, but Harry's hand moved with him, keeping the touch feather-light.
He grit his teeth. He closed his eyes. Oh please Merlin please shit fuck oh please DO it--
A strangled groan escaped from his throat. He dropped his head and opened his eyes. Harry was staring up at him expectantly, the green eyes smoldering and watchful behind winking lenses. The only sound was his own harsh, labored breathing, and it seemed to come from somewhere outside of himself. Oh sweet Merlin-- The orgasm was there, trapped inside him, rushing dangerously, deliriously through his blood, too hot, too fast, too hard; he could feel it roaring in his ears, pounding in his groin, vibrating in under his skin, across the palms of his hands--
The green eyes held his mercilessly. Suddenly, he knew what the boy wanted. He shut his mouth against the word for as long as he could, hating Harry, hating himself. He closed his eyes.
"Please," he whispered.