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Title: The Bad Touch (2/2)
Pairing: Severus/Lucius
Rating: NC-17
Warning + A/N: aka The Obligatory Shower Scene. Non-beta'd, as usual *sigh* If it's bad you are free to feed me packets of razorblades.
Disclaimer: Both these characters are property of JK Rowling. Not me. Not written for profit either.
They both woke up in bed the next morning, half-naked and feeling as though there were multiple goblin riots taking place in their heads.
Severus was the first to wake. He clutched his head and groaned loudly, waking Malfoy up. Lucius tried to sit up, but his head felt too encumbered, and he fell back onto the cushions again.
"Fucking Merlin..."
Severus had no wish to reply, being under the impression that speaking would make the pain worse. He tried to convey that he needed a hot shower in crude sign language, and succeeded after poking Malfoy several times. After stumbling up and down the corridor (and banging into a few walls along the way) he managed to locate the bathroom, and would have cried for joy, had he the energy. He stripped as quickly as possible, and stepped into the shower.
If he hadn't been so unfocused, he would have noticed the finery of the bathroom. It did not have the slightest luxury spared, but all he wanted was hot water.
It was deliciously warm. Severus turned the heat up, some of the pain in his head evaporating with the steam, billowing everywhere and obscuring his vision.
He didn't notice Malfoy slip into the bathroom quietly, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist and as huge a grin as he could muster.
He didn't hear Malfoy sneak into the shower behind him, either, and jumped nearly twice his height when Malfoy grabbed him by the waist and said 'Boo' softly, right in his ear.
"Malfoy," he said weakly. "I'm not wearing anything."
Lucius's mouth was still close by his ear. "I know... otherwise I wouldn't have bothered dragging myself here from the bedroom."
If he hadn't felt so drained, Severus would have been utterly mortified that Lucius Malfoy was in the same shower as he. Instead, he asked, exasperated, "What do you want?"
One hand trailed his stomach briefly with lascivious intent. "If you can recall last night, it was absolutely fabulous." Lucius rubbed his cheek on his companion's shoulder. "I know I can."
Severus paused, and tried to remember what he'd done. Then it hit him.
"That... was not my doing," he explained wearily. "I was inebriated."
"Oh, come on. Where's your sense of fun?"
Severus was beginning to get cross due to the invasion of his privacy. "I don't know. Lure it out." He laced his voice with deliberate mock venom.
The hand rested on his hip. "I have a hangover cure," Lucius drawled in his sexiest voice.
Severus's irritation vanished. "Really."
Lucius purred. "Mmhmm."
"You must still be drunk, then, if you're not running for it as though your life depended on it."
Lucius's free hand caressed his hip. "But I want to stay here." he said, his tone lecherous.
"Hormonal jerk." Severus muttered darkly, wanting to swat Malfoy, but lacking the fortitude.
"Greasy dickhead."
"Greasy slides in easier."
"Mmmm. And you act like you don't want it. Tease." Lucius leant forward, nibbling his ear.
"You’re acting like a drunkard."
Severus was trying to decide whether Malfoy had any ulterior motives, or if he was just being blatantly suggestive, or both.
Lucius rested his chin on Severus's shoulder. "But I want you."
"Correction: You're not acting drunk. You ARE drunk."
Lucius made an indignant noise. "I am not. Besides; you know you want it." He grinned spectacularly.
Severus snorted. "You're going to have to do better than that, if you're trying to seduce me."
"I'm taking that as a challenge, Severus."
Lucius began laying small kisses on his bare shoulder, and then on his neck. He moved his mouth to caress Severus's jawline, one arm around his waist, his other hand stroking the arch of his companion's neck. When he heard Severus moan slightly, he let out a soft but triumphant 'Hah'. Lucius curled his tongue out along the pale column of his neck.
"Merlin... I've been wanting to do that since last night," he whispered, just audible over the constant hissing of the shower.
So it had been him. Severus closed his eyes. "Enough. You win," he gasped, finally giving in. "I concede defeat."
Lucius gave a sardonic 'Hooray' and pushed Severus against the shower wall, and kissed him before Severus could emit a reply.
Their fingers found each other's, interlocking. Lucius broke the kiss, and found Severus panting slightly. He grinned.
"I think more of what occurred last night is coming back to me." Severus admitted.
Lucius chuckled, and leant in again. He laid one hand on Severus's neck, and took his lips against his own, teasing them with his tongue. Severus introduced his slowly; Lucius's moving to entice it immediately. Severus made several noises of pleasure into the kiss, his hand finding purchase on Malfoy's hip.
They parted, finally, and Severus leaned forward, resting his forehead on Lucius's shoulder, eyes cast down and clearly overwhelmed. Nothing like this had happened last night. Lucius moved one hand up to stroke his cheek, the other planted on the wall behind him. He tried and found a sensitive area below Severus's ear, making the boy flinch, and started trailing kisses down his neck. Severus gave a shudder and closed his eyes.
If someone had told him that he'd be doing this in the shower with Lucius Malfoy, of all people, he would have asked which Unforgivable Curse had addled their brains. Yet now....
Lucius nuzzled the side of his neck. "I love the colour of your skin when you're aroused. Look at you." Severus gave a short, nervous laugh, and looked away as though embarrassed. Lucius moved one hand down, lingering on his lower belly.
His hand, oh, the white, elegantly long-fingered one he'd been hesitant to take last night... it brushed deliberately against his arousal, and he'd shook violently. Severus snaked one arm around Malfoy, pulling him closer, teeth clenching to prevent a moan that still escaped when he felt their hard lengths meet.
"Go with it," came the silky voice beside his ear. Lucius reached one hand down, elongated fingers wrapping around them both, stroking.
Severus dug his nails into Malfoy's hip. The pressure in his jaw from clenching his teeth was causing pain, and he decided he didn't care how much noise he made. He released his jaw, immediately crying out. He held on for as long as he could, because finishing would mean it would end, and he wasn't sure if he'd ever have this opportunity again. He heard Lucius's strangled moans in his ear, and he tangled his other hand in long, silky locks.
Lucius could hear them both nearing completion, and he brought their mouths together once more, feeling his urgency from the increasing whimpering. He stroked harder, and Severus abruptly broke the kiss, head snapping back as he came with a keening cry, and then Lucius joined him, their noises intermingling.
Lucius leaned against him. "Told you I had a hangover cure," he murmured amusedly.
Severus was still weak from the orgasm. He wasn't entirely sure his legs would work properly.
"Well, it worked... more or less," he muttered.
Lucius laughed softly. "Come on, I'll show you the bathing pool."
He picked up his wand, and led Severus to an alcove to the side. Severus grabbed a towel along the way, his self-consciousness suddenly returning. They passed through a small corridor that led to a bigger room, with a large marble basin sunk in the middle of it. Surrounding the rim were seven taps with different handles. Lucius waved his wand and the pool began to fill itself.
He stepped into the pool, and Severus sat down at the edge, feet kicking the water languidly. The towel remained bunched up in his lap. The water level rapidly rose. Lucius tapped the side of the pool with his wand, and the water heated, blissfully warm. He dived, and resurfaced in front of Severus. He tossed the towel aside, despite noises of protest.
"Oh, to hell with your modesty, Severus, honestly."
He nudged the boy's legs apart, and buried his head in between them. Soft, almost-white hair pooled at Severus's thighs, and slithered over them. Lucius marveled at how comfortably he fit in between the youth.
"Why are you doing this?"
Severus. Frank, at most times brutally so, ever so defensive. Without looking up, Lucius licked the inside of his thigh. "Because I like you. Because I think you're intriguing, and that you are simply not as appreciated as you should be."
Severus tensed, and awkwardly began running his fingers through Malfoy's hair, not knowing what to say. Lucius leaned into his touch, encouraging him. Severus increased the pressure of his fingers, relaxing slightly.
Lucius tugged at him. "Come in."
With some reluctance, Severus slipped into the water, and gasped with delight as he found the water warming his cold skin. He moved over to one of the taps. "May I...?"
"Go ahead," Lucius said, bemused.
Severus discovered that the first tap held a liquid that left a cool feeling on the skin, undoubtedly containing mint. He rubbed his fingers together, and found it slippery to the touch. He examined it, and looked up at Malfoy.
"What is this?"
Lucius struggled to keep a straight face. "That's for the hair, but it doubles as massage oil, and ah... lubricant."
Severus looked taken aback, and Lucius tried to suppress his mirth at the look on his face. Severus moved to the next tap, which dispensed great-sized bubbles that streamed across the surface of the water.
"Ah, those." Lucius offered. "Excellent for a game of Alligator."
"Alligator?"
"Like this." Lucius slowly sank into the water, careful not to disturb the hordes of bubbles. Only his eyes were visible, crocodile-like. When he approached a lone bubble, he rose and snapped his jaws, bursting the bubble with a clack of his teeth. He turned back to Severus, grinning widely.
"You see, you have to get them when they're separated from the pack, and then you - " he mimed a lunging action with his hand.
"You sound like a wild animal," Severus laughed.
"Oh, but I am," he said through two perfect rows of teeth. "Try that one."
Severus turned another tap, and thick, generous foam spread across the water. It was slightly lilac-hinted, and was dense enough to block all view of the water. Lucius's grin turned malicious as he dived, the foam closing in over the hole, and he disappeared from view. Severus had a few seconds to be utterly confused before Malfoy emerged, right in front of him, pressing against him.
Lucius teased the weak spot under his ear. "Come on, let's get out, otherwise we'll turn wrinkly."
Severus backed out of the pool slowly, Malfoy watching him intently. He snatched the towel on the way out, and they returned to the previous room. Lucius waved his wand at a section of marble wall, which shifted aside, leading back to his room.
"You could have told me that was there, it would have saved me the great deal of injury I sustained trying to find the bloody bathroom."
Lucius moved over to his table, picking up a length of velvet and deftly roped it around his hair, knotting it loosely. Severus had just pulled on his pants when Malfoy crossed the room and seized him round his middle. He had on only a dressing gown.
"I wouldn't bother putting that on, if I were you."
Malfoy snaked one hand below the belt, and Severus froze, reflexively clenching his jaw again to impede the noises. Lucius felt him tense, and laughed. "Make all the noise you want - there's a Silencing Charm around the room."
Lucius slipped his fingers deeper, toying with Severus’s growing arousal.
"I'll tell you why I put a Silencing Charm around my room, shall I?" He licked the shell of Severus's ear. He continued, not waiting for an answer.
"That, is my bed; the one we fell asleep in last night. It is mine, and I do with it what I wish. I come straight from the bathing pool, and lie on it. I pleasure myself on it; I brush my fingers there -" he did the same to Severus, "- and I find myself wanting more. I spread my thighs, slightly, and I stroke myself with only the barest touch of my fingertips, teasing... Then, more; I grow hard, and I let my fingers feel for themselves," he said softly, doing the exact same to Severus.
"I bring two fingers up to my lips, and suck; I reach down, and I slide those two wet fingers into myself. I push as deep as I can, until I find that spot. My fingers sweep across it, and I gasp; the pleasure makes me shudder. And then I deliberately stroke across it, hard, and I nearly howl... I finally regain some sense, and use my free hand to continue stroking. I torture myself with featherlight touches - I almost want to cry, and all I can think of is it must be a sin to feel like this. I thrust my fingers in, repeatedly, and they rub against that, there - and my desperate need makes me stroke harder, faster..." Lucius was breathing his words into Severus's ear, who felt his own need start to consume his mind with every word Malfoy uttered.
"And then I come... Oh, Merlin, I keen, and I cry; until all my seed has spilled from me, my breaths turn shallow. And that," he said, fingers still expertly teasing Severus until he could stand it no longer, "is why I cast the Silencing Charm on my room."
A huge grin split his face, unseen by an unbearably aroused Severus. He leant in, lips just barely touching Severus's ear, moving against it as he spoke. "I want to do the same to you.”
Each word Malfoy had uttered had been wrapped in lust; Severus felt it shoot down his spine, right to his -
Malfoy removed his hand from Severus’s arousal, and made his way to the bed. He beckoned with his hand.
“Come.”
Severus slowly walked over to where Malfoy was sitting on the bed.
“I must be mad, wanting this even though my ass is sore.” Severus grumbled. Lucius laughed.
"Oh, you can't help that. We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad." He shifted his legs apart, leaning back against the headboard of the bed, coaxing Severus in between them, up against him. Under his palm, he felt shoulderblades shift slickly beneath the boy's skin.
Severus smiled, recognizing. He looked up at Lucius, on his knees, hands on either side of Lucius’s hips. “But I don’t want to go around mad people,” he murmured, and leant in to kiss him.
Oh, how darling. Lucius laid his hand on the back of his head
“We’re all mad. Otherwise... you wouldn’t be here,” he whispered, as Severus teased his pale neck with deliberate kisses.
“In your bed.” Severus grinned. Lucius gave a suppressed laugh that turned little ‘oh’s when he felt Severus’s tongue on his skin.
Having Severus here, like this, between his spread thighs, was considerably arousing. He shook slightly from the attentions he was receiving from his newfound lover, tilting his head to the side, eyes closed. Severus wanted to memorize the image before him; Lucius's dressing gown was draped about his arms, dipping down his back, cascading down the cushions. Strands of silky hair were escaping from the velvet rope that bound them, shrouding the side of Lucius’s face slightly.
Severus was exploring Malfoy’s body, and trying things he realized would elicit a reaction from Lucius. His mouth latched onto a nipple, and Lucius cursed softly, weaving his fingers through Severus’s dark hair.
They were no longer intoxicated, and the pleasure given and received now was so… different than the previous night’s. It was far more intimate now, more than just a fuck, than the pursuit of mindless release.
Malfoy froze, torn between two paths; to continue like this, or to take him now.
He chose the third path - to fuck Severus so thoroughly the boy would be pleasuring himself to the memory of it, long after he left this place.
A feral look entered his eyes, and Severus looked up just in time to catch a glimpse of it in them before Lucius pushed him onto his back.
“My turn.”
He’d almost growled, lust curling in his voice now. His presence had changed from subtle, nearly passive, to near-predatory and oh so deliciously hungry. Severus was certain that if Malfoy had fangs, he would have been terrified to death.
It excited him to no end.
Lucius reached for the vial of lubricant at the bedside table, which contained the same green substance as the tap in the bathroom. He dipped two fingers in the liquid, barely restraining his need.
He slipped the two fingers into Severus, slowly easing them in and then out, letting him adjust to the sensation. He pushed them in as deep as he could, and knew he’d found the right spot when Severus gave a soundless cry, eyes forced wide, spine curving instantly.
“That’s your prostate.” Lucius smirked as he informed the panting boy.
Severus’s mind was in no state to comprehend words. All he knew was he’d never felt anything as good as this before; he hadn’t even known pleasure like this existed. He tried to ask Malfoy to do it again, but his brain didn’t seem to recall how to send nerve impulses.
Lucius must have sensed his mental anguish, and grinned as he dragged his fingers past that spot inside Severus again.
His spine snapped up almost violently, and he bit his lip so hard he drew blood. Without warning Malfoy had taken his mouth in a harsh kiss, tongue lapping up traces of the blood, leaving that familiar coppery tang in both their mouths.
“I need you to relax,” Malfoy murmured into his ear, laying his teeth against the weak spot under it. He bit down slightly, enough to make Severus buck under him and cry out. Severus finally scraped together enough sense to reply.
“How am I supposed to relax when you’re doing all this to me?!”
Lucius laughed darkly. “If you don’t, this will hurt. Relax.” He leant in to kiss Severus, soft enough to make him relax and let his tension go momentarily.
It worked. Lucius slowly slid into him, and Severus arched into him sharply. He gasped as Lucius filled him, agonizingly slow. He was beyond the point of any comprehensible thought; he couldn’t even make any noises. His nails scrabbled against Malfoy’s shoulder blades.
Just as he thought Lucius could possible go no further, Lucius snaked an arm under his back, pulling him up abruptly so that he was straddling Malfoy, seated on him, shifting even deeper into him.
Severus’s hips soon learned to move of their own accord; his need was mounting with each passing minute, so much so it hurt. The slow, searing pleasure was driving him mad. One hand sought and found purchase, tangled in Lucius’s hair, other tight around his shoulder, nails digging into it.
Lucius wound his arms around Severus and pulled him close, as tightly as possible, rocking in time to his lover. His thrusts were almost languid, his arousal sliding over Severus’s prostate repeatedly.
Severus was reduced to emitting strangled noises of pleasure. He leant back slightly, driving Malfoy deeper into him.
Lucius gasped, hugging him closer. His tongue darted out, mouth finding a nipple; he teased that, and Severus had moaned, almost brokenly.
“More,” Severus managed to choke out. “Please -“
Lucius's motions grew slightly faster, more deliberate. His lips moved to caress Severus’s chest, nuzzling it as he softly moaned out his pleasure. He could hear Severus breathing hard. The boy was almost beginning to ride him now, and his hand moved to clench tightly around Severus’s hip. Lucius knew his grip was painful, but to Severus the slight pain only served to add to his arousal.
Their pace grew faster as they both moved nearer to their release. Suddenly Severus’s whole body froze; his head was thrown back and he keened as he came, holding Malfoy tight to his chest. Lucius gasped Severus’s name out loud as Severus moved against him one last time, and emptied his lust into him.
Both of them didn’t move for an age.
Lucius gently pushed them back onto the soft bed. Severus felt so boneless, damn near catatonic; he barely had the energy to respond when Lucius had leant down to kiss him. Malfoy laughed softly, and pressed small licks on the side of his neck.
Finally Severus mustered enough energy for speech. “I hate to interrupt the post-orgasmic bliss, but if I don’t get home, I might just receive the arse-blistering of my life,” he muttered.
Lucius frowned at the statement, but said nothing. He retrieved his wand from where he’d abandoned it, casting Cleaning Charms on them both. He kissed a worn-out Severus on the forehead.
“Get dressed, I’ll see you home.”
Severus moved languidly to retrieve his clothing, with Lucius watching, murmuring appreciatively.
Severus donned his clothing, and turned around to discover Lucius’s gaze on him.
“Stop staring at my arse, you perv.” He laughed as he made his way back to the bed, where Lucius had grabbed a white turtleneck sweater, and was pulling it on. Lucius snatched the pants he’d tossed aside this morning in favour of a naked Severus in the shower, tugging them on as well. Brushing his fingers through long, silken hair, he beckoned, and Severus followed him.
They made their way outside the Manor, for them to Apparate. Lucius offered his arm, smirking, and Severus took it.
They returned to the place they’d met last night, which seemed eons ago in light of everything that had passed between them. Lucius took him by the hand, and walked back to his house.
They paused outside. Severus was momentarily stumped, and awkwardly did not know what to say. Lucius gazed intently at him, then glanced back to his house, decided he didn’t care if anyone saw and quickly took his lips against him in a brief kiss. He leant into him.
“See you soon, lover,” he whispered in his best seductive drawl, and turned to leave, with a searing glance.
Then he Disapparated.
Severus stared after him. Lover. He hadn’t thought of it that way.
He turned to enter the house.
**************
Eileen had pulled back the curtain in the window upstairs, watching the two boys interact, gazing with interest. She saw the Malfoy boy quickly kiss her son on the lips and lean in to say something into his ear, and she pressed her fingers against her mouth, surprised. She noticed the dazed but happy look on her son’s face, one she had not seen since he was a boy.
Then the corners of her lips upturned, partially concealed by her hand. She drew away from the window.
Making her way to the living room, she tidied up a little, still smiling knowingly to herself. As she cleared the coffee table, Tobias looked at her curiously from his chair.
“What’re you so happy about?”
She looked at him, and sighed almost contentedly. “Nothing, dear. I’ll have your tea ready soon.” Eileen bent down and pecked her husband on the cheek, something she hadn’t done in a long time, and then headed to the kitchen.
Tobias stared at her, confused, and then a small, puzzled smile crept onto his face, as he went back to reading his papers.
Pairing: Severus/Lucius
Rating: NC-17
Warning + A/N: aka The Obligatory Shower Scene. Non-beta'd, as usual *sigh* If it's bad you are free to feed me packets of razorblades.
Disclaimer: Both these characters are property of JK Rowling. Not me. Not written for profit either.
They both woke up in bed the next morning, half-naked and feeling as though there were multiple goblin riots taking place in their heads.
Severus was the first to wake. He clutched his head and groaned loudly, waking Malfoy up. Lucius tried to sit up, but his head felt too encumbered, and he fell back onto the cushions again.
"Fucking Merlin..."
Severus had no wish to reply, being under the impression that speaking would make the pain worse. He tried to convey that he needed a hot shower in crude sign language, and succeeded after poking Malfoy several times. After stumbling up and down the corridor (and banging into a few walls along the way) he managed to locate the bathroom, and would have cried for joy, had he the energy. He stripped as quickly as possible, and stepped into the shower.
If he hadn't been so unfocused, he would have noticed the finery of the bathroom. It did not have the slightest luxury spared, but all he wanted was hot water.
It was deliciously warm. Severus turned the heat up, some of the pain in his head evaporating with the steam, billowing everywhere and obscuring his vision.
He didn't notice Malfoy slip into the bathroom quietly, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist and as huge a grin as he could muster.
He didn't hear Malfoy sneak into the shower behind him, either, and jumped nearly twice his height when Malfoy grabbed him by the waist and said 'Boo' softly, right in his ear.
"Malfoy," he said weakly. "I'm not wearing anything."
Lucius's mouth was still close by his ear. "I know... otherwise I wouldn't have bothered dragging myself here from the bedroom."
If he hadn't felt so drained, Severus would have been utterly mortified that Lucius Malfoy was in the same shower as he. Instead, he asked, exasperated, "What do you want?"
One hand trailed his stomach briefly with lascivious intent. "If you can recall last night, it was absolutely fabulous." Lucius rubbed his cheek on his companion's shoulder. "I know I can."
Severus paused, and tried to remember what he'd done. Then it hit him.
"That... was not my doing," he explained wearily. "I was inebriated."
"Oh, come on. Where's your sense of fun?"
Severus was beginning to get cross due to the invasion of his privacy. "I don't know. Lure it out." He laced his voice with deliberate mock venom.
The hand rested on his hip. "I have a hangover cure," Lucius drawled in his sexiest voice.
Severus's irritation vanished. "Really."
Lucius purred. "Mmhmm."
"You must still be drunk, then, if you're not running for it as though your life depended on it."
Lucius's free hand caressed his hip. "But I want to stay here." he said, his tone lecherous.
"Hormonal jerk." Severus muttered darkly, wanting to swat Malfoy, but lacking the fortitude.
"Greasy dickhead."
"Greasy slides in easier."
"Mmmm. And you act like you don't want it. Tease." Lucius leant forward, nibbling his ear.
"You’re acting like a drunkard."
Severus was trying to decide whether Malfoy had any ulterior motives, or if he was just being blatantly suggestive, or both.
Lucius rested his chin on Severus's shoulder. "But I want you."
"Correction: You're not acting drunk. You ARE drunk."
Lucius made an indignant noise. "I am not. Besides; you know you want it." He grinned spectacularly.
Severus snorted. "You're going to have to do better than that, if you're trying to seduce me."
"I'm taking that as a challenge, Severus."
Lucius began laying small kisses on his bare shoulder, and then on his neck. He moved his mouth to caress Severus's jawline, one arm around his waist, his other hand stroking the arch of his companion's neck. When he heard Severus moan slightly, he let out a soft but triumphant 'Hah'. Lucius curled his tongue out along the pale column of his neck.
"Merlin... I've been wanting to do that since last night," he whispered, just audible over the constant hissing of the shower.
So it had been him. Severus closed his eyes. "Enough. You win," he gasped, finally giving in. "I concede defeat."
Lucius gave a sardonic 'Hooray' and pushed Severus against the shower wall, and kissed him before Severus could emit a reply.
Their fingers found each other's, interlocking. Lucius broke the kiss, and found Severus panting slightly. He grinned.
"I think more of what occurred last night is coming back to me." Severus admitted.
Lucius chuckled, and leant in again. He laid one hand on Severus's neck, and took his lips against his own, teasing them with his tongue. Severus introduced his slowly; Lucius's moving to entice it immediately. Severus made several noises of pleasure into the kiss, his hand finding purchase on Malfoy's hip.
They parted, finally, and Severus leaned forward, resting his forehead on Lucius's shoulder, eyes cast down and clearly overwhelmed. Nothing like this had happened last night. Lucius moved one hand up to stroke his cheek, the other planted on the wall behind him. He tried and found a sensitive area below Severus's ear, making the boy flinch, and started trailing kisses down his neck. Severus gave a shudder and closed his eyes.
If someone had told him that he'd be doing this in the shower with Lucius Malfoy, of all people, he would have asked which Unforgivable Curse had addled their brains. Yet now....
Lucius nuzzled the side of his neck. "I love the colour of your skin when you're aroused. Look at you." Severus gave a short, nervous laugh, and looked away as though embarrassed. Lucius moved one hand down, lingering on his lower belly.
His hand, oh, the white, elegantly long-fingered one he'd been hesitant to take last night... it brushed deliberately against his arousal, and he'd shook violently. Severus snaked one arm around Malfoy, pulling him closer, teeth clenching to prevent a moan that still escaped when he felt their hard lengths meet.
"Go with it," came the silky voice beside his ear. Lucius reached one hand down, elongated fingers wrapping around them both, stroking.
Severus dug his nails into Malfoy's hip. The pressure in his jaw from clenching his teeth was causing pain, and he decided he didn't care how much noise he made. He released his jaw, immediately crying out. He held on for as long as he could, because finishing would mean it would end, and he wasn't sure if he'd ever have this opportunity again. He heard Lucius's strangled moans in his ear, and he tangled his other hand in long, silky locks.
Lucius could hear them both nearing completion, and he brought their mouths together once more, feeling his urgency from the increasing whimpering. He stroked harder, and Severus abruptly broke the kiss, head snapping back as he came with a keening cry, and then Lucius joined him, their noises intermingling.
Lucius leaned against him. "Told you I had a hangover cure," he murmured amusedly.
Severus was still weak from the orgasm. He wasn't entirely sure his legs would work properly.
"Well, it worked... more or less," he muttered.
Lucius laughed softly. "Come on, I'll show you the bathing pool."
He picked up his wand, and led Severus to an alcove to the side. Severus grabbed a towel along the way, his self-consciousness suddenly returning. They passed through a small corridor that led to a bigger room, with a large marble basin sunk in the middle of it. Surrounding the rim were seven taps with different handles. Lucius waved his wand and the pool began to fill itself.
He stepped into the pool, and Severus sat down at the edge, feet kicking the water languidly. The towel remained bunched up in his lap. The water level rapidly rose. Lucius tapped the side of the pool with his wand, and the water heated, blissfully warm. He dived, and resurfaced in front of Severus. He tossed the towel aside, despite noises of protest.
"Oh, to hell with your modesty, Severus, honestly."
He nudged the boy's legs apart, and buried his head in between them. Soft, almost-white hair pooled at Severus's thighs, and slithered over them. Lucius marveled at how comfortably he fit in between the youth.
"Why are you doing this?"
Severus. Frank, at most times brutally so, ever so defensive. Without looking up, Lucius licked the inside of his thigh. "Because I like you. Because I think you're intriguing, and that you are simply not as appreciated as you should be."
Severus tensed, and awkwardly began running his fingers through Malfoy's hair, not knowing what to say. Lucius leaned into his touch, encouraging him. Severus increased the pressure of his fingers, relaxing slightly.
Lucius tugged at him. "Come in."
With some reluctance, Severus slipped into the water, and gasped with delight as he found the water warming his cold skin. He moved over to one of the taps. "May I...?"
"Go ahead," Lucius said, bemused.
Severus discovered that the first tap held a liquid that left a cool feeling on the skin, undoubtedly containing mint. He rubbed his fingers together, and found it slippery to the touch. He examined it, and looked up at Malfoy.
"What is this?"
Lucius struggled to keep a straight face. "That's for the hair, but it doubles as massage oil, and ah... lubricant."
Severus looked taken aback, and Lucius tried to suppress his mirth at the look on his face. Severus moved to the next tap, which dispensed great-sized bubbles that streamed across the surface of the water.
"Ah, those." Lucius offered. "Excellent for a game of Alligator."
"Alligator?"
"Like this." Lucius slowly sank into the water, careful not to disturb the hordes of bubbles. Only his eyes were visible, crocodile-like. When he approached a lone bubble, he rose and snapped his jaws, bursting the bubble with a clack of his teeth. He turned back to Severus, grinning widely.
"You see, you have to get them when they're separated from the pack, and then you - " he mimed a lunging action with his hand.
"You sound like a wild animal," Severus laughed.
"Oh, but I am," he said through two perfect rows of teeth. "Try that one."
Severus turned another tap, and thick, generous foam spread across the water. It was slightly lilac-hinted, and was dense enough to block all view of the water. Lucius's grin turned malicious as he dived, the foam closing in over the hole, and he disappeared from view. Severus had a few seconds to be utterly confused before Malfoy emerged, right in front of him, pressing against him.
Lucius teased the weak spot under his ear. "Come on, let's get out, otherwise we'll turn wrinkly."
Severus backed out of the pool slowly, Malfoy watching him intently. He snatched the towel on the way out, and they returned to the previous room. Lucius waved his wand at a section of marble wall, which shifted aside, leading back to his room.
"You could have told me that was there, it would have saved me the great deal of injury I sustained trying to find the bloody bathroom."
Lucius moved over to his table, picking up a length of velvet and deftly roped it around his hair, knotting it loosely. Severus had just pulled on his pants when Malfoy crossed the room and seized him round his middle. He had on only a dressing gown.
"I wouldn't bother putting that on, if I were you."
Malfoy snaked one hand below the belt, and Severus froze, reflexively clenching his jaw again to impede the noises. Lucius felt him tense, and laughed. "Make all the noise you want - there's a Silencing Charm around the room."
Lucius slipped his fingers deeper, toying with Severus’s growing arousal.
"I'll tell you why I put a Silencing Charm around my room, shall I?" He licked the shell of Severus's ear. He continued, not waiting for an answer.
"That, is my bed; the one we fell asleep in last night. It is mine, and I do with it what I wish. I come straight from the bathing pool, and lie on it. I pleasure myself on it; I brush my fingers there -" he did the same to Severus, "- and I find myself wanting more. I spread my thighs, slightly, and I stroke myself with only the barest touch of my fingertips, teasing... Then, more; I grow hard, and I let my fingers feel for themselves," he said softly, doing the exact same to Severus.
"I bring two fingers up to my lips, and suck; I reach down, and I slide those two wet fingers into myself. I push as deep as I can, until I find that spot. My fingers sweep across it, and I gasp; the pleasure makes me shudder. And then I deliberately stroke across it, hard, and I nearly howl... I finally regain some sense, and use my free hand to continue stroking. I torture myself with featherlight touches - I almost want to cry, and all I can think of is it must be a sin to feel like this. I thrust my fingers in, repeatedly, and they rub against that, there - and my desperate need makes me stroke harder, faster..." Lucius was breathing his words into Severus's ear, who felt his own need start to consume his mind with every word Malfoy uttered.
"And then I come... Oh, Merlin, I keen, and I cry; until all my seed has spilled from me, my breaths turn shallow. And that," he said, fingers still expertly teasing Severus until he could stand it no longer, "is why I cast the Silencing Charm on my room."
A huge grin split his face, unseen by an unbearably aroused Severus. He leant in, lips just barely touching Severus's ear, moving against it as he spoke. "I want to do the same to you.”
Each word Malfoy had uttered had been wrapped in lust; Severus felt it shoot down his spine, right to his -
Malfoy removed his hand from Severus’s arousal, and made his way to the bed. He beckoned with his hand.
“Come.”
Severus slowly walked over to where Malfoy was sitting on the bed.
“I must be mad, wanting this even though my ass is sore.” Severus grumbled. Lucius laughed.
"Oh, you can't help that. We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad." He shifted his legs apart, leaning back against the headboard of the bed, coaxing Severus in between them, up against him. Under his palm, he felt shoulderblades shift slickly beneath the boy's skin.
Severus smiled, recognizing. He looked up at Lucius, on his knees, hands on either side of Lucius’s hips. “But I don’t want to go around mad people,” he murmured, and leant in to kiss him.
Oh, how darling. Lucius laid his hand on the back of his head
“We’re all mad. Otherwise... you wouldn’t be here,” he whispered, as Severus teased his pale neck with deliberate kisses.
“In your bed.” Severus grinned. Lucius gave a suppressed laugh that turned little ‘oh’s when he felt Severus’s tongue on his skin.
Having Severus here, like this, between his spread thighs, was considerably arousing. He shook slightly from the attentions he was receiving from his newfound lover, tilting his head to the side, eyes closed. Severus wanted to memorize the image before him; Lucius's dressing gown was draped about his arms, dipping down his back, cascading down the cushions. Strands of silky hair were escaping from the velvet rope that bound them, shrouding the side of Lucius’s face slightly.
Severus was exploring Malfoy’s body, and trying things he realized would elicit a reaction from Lucius. His mouth latched onto a nipple, and Lucius cursed softly, weaving his fingers through Severus’s dark hair.
They were no longer intoxicated, and the pleasure given and received now was so… different than the previous night’s. It was far more intimate now, more than just a fuck, than the pursuit of mindless release.
Malfoy froze, torn between two paths; to continue like this, or to take him now.
He chose the third path - to fuck Severus so thoroughly the boy would be pleasuring himself to the memory of it, long after he left this place.
A feral look entered his eyes, and Severus looked up just in time to catch a glimpse of it in them before Lucius pushed him onto his back.
“My turn.”
He’d almost growled, lust curling in his voice now. His presence had changed from subtle, nearly passive, to near-predatory and oh so deliciously hungry. Severus was certain that if Malfoy had fangs, he would have been terrified to death.
It excited him to no end.
Lucius reached for the vial of lubricant at the bedside table, which contained the same green substance as the tap in the bathroom. He dipped two fingers in the liquid, barely restraining his need.
He slipped the two fingers into Severus, slowly easing them in and then out, letting him adjust to the sensation. He pushed them in as deep as he could, and knew he’d found the right spot when Severus gave a soundless cry, eyes forced wide, spine curving instantly.
“That’s your prostate.” Lucius smirked as he informed the panting boy.
Severus’s mind was in no state to comprehend words. All he knew was he’d never felt anything as good as this before; he hadn’t even known pleasure like this existed. He tried to ask Malfoy to do it again, but his brain didn’t seem to recall how to send nerve impulses.
Lucius must have sensed his mental anguish, and grinned as he dragged his fingers past that spot inside Severus again.
His spine snapped up almost violently, and he bit his lip so hard he drew blood. Without warning Malfoy had taken his mouth in a harsh kiss, tongue lapping up traces of the blood, leaving that familiar coppery tang in both their mouths.
“I need you to relax,” Malfoy murmured into his ear, laying his teeth against the weak spot under it. He bit down slightly, enough to make Severus buck under him and cry out. Severus finally scraped together enough sense to reply.
“How am I supposed to relax when you’re doing all this to me?!”
Lucius laughed darkly. “If you don’t, this will hurt. Relax.” He leant in to kiss Severus, soft enough to make him relax and let his tension go momentarily.
It worked. Lucius slowly slid into him, and Severus arched into him sharply. He gasped as Lucius filled him, agonizingly slow. He was beyond the point of any comprehensible thought; he couldn’t even make any noises. His nails scrabbled against Malfoy’s shoulder blades.
Just as he thought Lucius could possible go no further, Lucius snaked an arm under his back, pulling him up abruptly so that he was straddling Malfoy, seated on him, shifting even deeper into him.
Severus’s hips soon learned to move of their own accord; his need was mounting with each passing minute, so much so it hurt. The slow, searing pleasure was driving him mad. One hand sought and found purchase, tangled in Lucius’s hair, other tight around his shoulder, nails digging into it.
Lucius wound his arms around Severus and pulled him close, as tightly as possible, rocking in time to his lover. His thrusts were almost languid, his arousal sliding over Severus’s prostate repeatedly.
Severus was reduced to emitting strangled noises of pleasure. He leant back slightly, driving Malfoy deeper into him.
Lucius gasped, hugging him closer. His tongue darted out, mouth finding a nipple; he teased that, and Severus had moaned, almost brokenly.
“More,” Severus managed to choke out. “Please -“
Lucius's motions grew slightly faster, more deliberate. His lips moved to caress Severus’s chest, nuzzling it as he softly moaned out his pleasure. He could hear Severus breathing hard. The boy was almost beginning to ride him now, and his hand moved to clench tightly around Severus’s hip. Lucius knew his grip was painful, but to Severus the slight pain only served to add to his arousal.
Their pace grew faster as they both moved nearer to their release. Suddenly Severus’s whole body froze; his head was thrown back and he keened as he came, holding Malfoy tight to his chest. Lucius gasped Severus’s name out loud as Severus moved against him one last time, and emptied his lust into him.
Both of them didn’t move for an age.
Lucius gently pushed them back onto the soft bed. Severus felt so boneless, damn near catatonic; he barely had the energy to respond when Lucius had leant down to kiss him. Malfoy laughed softly, and pressed small licks on the side of his neck.
Finally Severus mustered enough energy for speech. “I hate to interrupt the post-orgasmic bliss, but if I don’t get home, I might just receive the arse-blistering of my life,” he muttered.
Lucius frowned at the statement, but said nothing. He retrieved his wand from where he’d abandoned it, casting Cleaning Charms on them both. He kissed a worn-out Severus on the forehead.
“Get dressed, I’ll see you home.”
Severus moved languidly to retrieve his clothing, with Lucius watching, murmuring appreciatively.
Severus donned his clothing, and turned around to discover Lucius’s gaze on him.
“Stop staring at my arse, you perv.” He laughed as he made his way back to the bed, where Lucius had grabbed a white turtleneck sweater, and was pulling it on. Lucius snatched the pants he’d tossed aside this morning in favour of a naked Severus in the shower, tugging them on as well. Brushing his fingers through long, silken hair, he beckoned, and Severus followed him.
They made their way outside the Manor, for them to Apparate. Lucius offered his arm, smirking, and Severus took it.
They returned to the place they’d met last night, which seemed eons ago in light of everything that had passed between them. Lucius took him by the hand, and walked back to his house.
They paused outside. Severus was momentarily stumped, and awkwardly did not know what to say. Lucius gazed intently at him, then glanced back to his house, decided he didn’t care if anyone saw and quickly took his lips against him in a brief kiss. He leant into him.
“See you soon, lover,” he whispered in his best seductive drawl, and turned to leave, with a searing glance.
Then he Disapparated.
Severus stared after him. Lover. He hadn’t thought of it that way.
He turned to enter the house.
**************
Eileen had pulled back the curtain in the window upstairs, watching the two boys interact, gazing with interest. She saw the Malfoy boy quickly kiss her son on the lips and lean in to say something into his ear, and she pressed her fingers against her mouth, surprised. She noticed the dazed but happy look on her son’s face, one she had not seen since he was a boy.
Then the corners of her lips upturned, partially concealed by her hand. She drew away from the window.
Making her way to the living room, she tidied up a little, still smiling knowingly to herself. As she cleared the coffee table, Tobias looked at her curiously from his chair.
“What’re you so happy about?”
She looked at him, and sighed almost contentedly. “Nothing, dear. I’ll have your tea ready soon.” Eileen bent down and pecked her husband on the cheek, something she hadn’t done in a long time, and then headed to the kitchen.
Tobias stared at her, confused, and then a small, puzzled smile crept onto his face, as he went back to reading his papers.