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Poem: Deep for Torino10154's Birthday
Title: Deep
Pairing: Severus/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Deep-throating, my first attempt at a narrative poem in rhyming couplets.
Disclaimer: Not my characters, I'm still poor, please don't sue.
Summary: A poem about deep-throating. Yup... That's about it.
A/N: Okay, so... bear with me on this one. About a week and a half ago,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
torino10154 made a personal post, but the important bit is it included the phrase "I'm sure there are great poems about deepthroating out there..." I started writing a little something to comment with, but it turned into not such a little something, and then life and reasons etc... But anyway, it's Torino's birthday so I thought I'd finish it off for her. Happy birthday, my dear! Hope you've had a good one ♥ I don't know about 'great'... but here's what I got :P
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It feels strange to you, still, to have him this way—
Unbuttoned, kneeling, hard cock on display.
He looks up in query, hands paused at your fly.
Your once harsh professor, uncertain and shy.
At the nod of your head, he lowers your zip.
You suck in a breath, gnaw on your lip.
He smiles at the sight of your dripping hard prick,
Making you groan from the first tender lick
He takes you in hand as he sucks at the tip,
Flicking his tongue as he tightens his grip.
Both your hands rest on the back of his head,
Urging him deeper; he sucks harder, instead.
You moan out his name, beg him for more.
You know he can do it—he's done it before.
His hand moves away to brace on your thigh.
As he starts to bob, you stifle a cry.
He sinks lower and lower with each rapid thrust,
Looking up through his lashes, eyes dark with lust.
His nose presses into your dark thatch of hair,
And you groan his name loudly, without any care.
His hands are exploring, fingers tease at your hole
As he sucks you down and you lose all control.
Hands in his hair, thrusting your hips,
Cock sinking between pink, swollen lips.
Over and again he takes you, right to the hilt,
Sucking gently until all your seed has been spilt.
Breathless and boneless, you drop to your knees.
He pulls you to him, gives your arse a squeeze.
As his fingers again wander, you thank Merlin you’re young
Because, clearly, this night has only just begun...
Pairing: Severus/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Deep-throating, my first attempt at a narrative poem in rhyming couplets.
Disclaimer: Not my characters, I'm still poor, please don't sue.
Summary: A poem about deep-throating. Yup... That's about it.
A/N: Okay, so... bear with me on this one. About a week and a half ago,
torino10154 made a personal post, but the important bit is it included the phrase "I'm sure there are great poems about deepthroating out there..." I started writing a little something to comment with, but it turned into not such a little something, and then life and reasons etc... But anyway, it's Torino's birthday so I thought I'd finish it off for her. Happy birthday, my dear! Hope you've had a good one ♥ I don't know about 'great'... but here's what I got :PAlso on AO3
It feels strange to you, still, to have him this way—
Unbuttoned, kneeling, hard cock on display.
He looks up in query, hands paused at your fly.
Your once harsh professor, uncertain and shy.
At the nod of your head, he lowers your zip.
You suck in a breath, gnaw on your lip.
He smiles at the sight of your dripping hard prick,
Making you groan from the first tender lick
He takes you in hand as he sucks at the tip,
Flicking his tongue as he tightens his grip.
Both your hands rest on the back of his head,
Urging him deeper; he sucks harder, instead.
You moan out his name, beg him for more.
You know he can do it—he's done it before.
His hand moves away to brace on your thigh.
As he starts to bob, you stifle a cry.
He sinks lower and lower with each rapid thrust,
Looking up through his lashes, eyes dark with lust.
His nose presses into your dark thatch of hair,
And you groan his name loudly, without any care.
His hands are exploring, fingers tease at your hole
As he sucks you down and you lose all control.
Hands in his hair, thrusting your hips,
Cock sinking between pink, swollen lips.
Over and again he takes you, right to the hilt,
Sucking gently until all your seed has been spilt.
Breathless and boneless, you drop to your knees.
He pulls you to him, gives your arse a squeeze.
As his fingers again wander, you thank Merlin you’re young
Because, clearly, this night has only just begun...
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Thanks for writing it, and for posting it to PoeticHP!
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