Home for the Holidays
Jeepers! Wrote this for the December 2005 md_xxxmas and was just recently invited to put it on Lady Bastet and Lysa's Black and Silver Archive, soooooooo I thought I'd get around to posting it in my own journal as well! One of these days I'll manage to get it up on my own fic archive www.fanfic.tarotgoddess.net
Title: Home for the Holidays
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Snape/Malfoy/Malfoy
Word Count: 3122
Warnings: Um, from the request: ["Gimme bad boys", Lucius, Severus, Draco, with each other Kinks: spanking + anal, begging, aggressively needy bottoms, licentious use of potions.]
"I want a rim job, Severus," Lucius said simply. "All that time in Azkaban, and all I could think about was your lovely, lovely tongue shoved up my arse as far as it would go."
His cold grey eyes glittered in the light of 16 torchieres. They were in Lucius' bedroom, across the hall from Narcissa's. She'd tended to Lucius earlier, now it was Severus' turn.
"Well?" Lucius demanded with an impatient aristocratic sniff.
"Yes, yes, of course," Severus replied and moved toward his ... mentor/lover/master. All this time apart, he couldn't wait to service the man. He knew Lucius knew that he'd killed Dumbledore so that Draco wouldn't have to and yet, the first thing... the only thing he could say was, give me a rim job.
Severus did not allow his disappointment to show as he deftly unfastened Lucius' cotton retiring trousers and pulled them down, and removed them, knowing Lucius enjoyed the feeling of someone undressing him. Stepping out of the clothes with Severus' assistance, he crawled onto his large, overstuffed bed and lay face down in the middle of it.
Part of him was deliciously relieved to have Lucius once again order him... to do anything ... but part of him wasn't thrilled by Lucius' ... lack of fire. Severus found himself frowning where Lucius couldn't see. He quickly schooled his expression and bent to place a kiss on the creamy flesh of Lucius' arse.
Lucius let out a soft sigh and spread his legs a little in invitation. Severus, still fully clothed, crawled onto the bed, between those long pale legs and settled down to nuzzling and tentatively licking at the crease. Using his wand, he cast a light scourgify and then a deep sano and then sent his tongue questing deeper and deeper into the crease, teasing at the puckered entrance.
Lucius suddenly moaned wantonly as though he'd held back as long as he could. He cried out like a lost soul that has found the gate to heaven.
There was a loud bang and rush of wind as the door to the bedroom slammed open and hit the wall.
"Father! You're home!" Draco's voice was tremulous with hope.
"Bloody hell!" Severus swore, lurching upright and scrabbling off the bed.
"Stop!" Lucius commanded with a hint of the old Malfoy steel in his voice. Both Draco and Severus stopped moving, Draco toward the bed, Severus away from it. Lucius slowly rolled over onto his side, his soft cock flopping limply. He took his time in regarding the two.
"Yes, my son. I am home now. I've heard of your exploits and, overall ...I am pleased."
"I would have killed Dumbledore!" Draco hissed. "I would have! But he beat me to it!" His eyes grazed scornfully over his ex-Potions Master.
"Now, now Draco," Lucius began.
"Lucius , please!" Severus began, mortified, embarrassed, and miserable. He desperately wanted to leave the room
"Don't you 'now now, Draco' me! I'm a Death Eater! Just like you! And you!" Draco turned from his father to his ex-professor.
"Draco." Lucius' tone cut through their protests. "I'm just out of Azkaban. I had hoped for a little rest and relaxation... I'm simply not up to handling your hysteria... either of you."
"I'm sorry Father," Draco's tone was immediately contrite. He stepped to the bedside and took his father's hand and kissed the knuckle. "It's just that ..." He spoke softly and looked into his father's eyes. "You chose to see him first, before me. Can you understand my jealousy?"
Lucius quirked a smile and laid back on the pillows. "That wasn't my intention. Your mother said you were away."
"I was, but I came back as soon as I heard the good news."
Severus felt his own face twist in jealousy. No matter what he did ... he could kill Dumbledore with his own wand, for Merlin's sake! And he would never be to Lucius what that sniveling brat was... The analytical part of his intellect that never stopped processing data wondered at the situation: the three of them in the room, Lucius naked, both jealous of the other. Surely not ... surely Lucius hadn't orchestrated this... the bastard Slytherin, of course he did!
His thoughts came back to the room. Two pairs of pale grey eyes regarded him from the Slytherin green bedstead. Severus frowned in annoyance.
Lucius chuckled. "Severus, come." Lucius waved with his free hand. Draco still held the other.
"I will not be subjected to this embarrassment!" Severus whirled and headed for the door, his mind a froth of turbulent emotions; angry that Draco had interrupted his time with Lucius, offended that Lucius laughed at him. There was no point in remaining to watch him fawn all over his son.
"My love," Lucius crooned softly.
Severus stood rooted to the spot, one hand on the doorknob. He would use that term... for me ... in front of his son?
He turned slowly and approached the bed as Lucius continued speaking. "I wish to introduce you to my son. You know that he is to be my agent ... in everything ..."
Severus' lips twisted. Draco watched his approach with glittering eyes. There was something about Lucius voice that made Snape listen intently.
"You are to surrender to him, as you would to me."
Severus' frown deepened.
"I want him to direct you, in pleasuring me."
Draco's eyes widened and his lips parted in surprise ... and something else.
"But the boy-" Severus began in protest.
"-Knows exactly what I want." Lucius was firm. He looked over to Draco. "Severus needs a firm hand... a very firm hand... Never silence him. As I'm sure you are aware, his voice is ... precious. He loves to give voice... to his pleasure ... as well as his pain. And he likes a lot of pain." Lucius chuckled and drew Draco to him, pursing his lips for a kiss which Draco gave willingly, opening his mouth with a soft moan, sucking at his father's tongue.
They finally completed the display with a wet sound and both turned to look at him again.
"So what do you want first?" Draco's voice was hoarse with lust.
"Let him finished what you interrupted," Lucius' voice was light as though discussing the menu for High Tea. "Then I'll want to come ... in his mouth ... Then I should very much like to watch as you restrain him and use the whip." They'd both been watching Severus even as they spoke to each other, taking note as his breath increased in pace and his eyes widened slightly.
Lucius turned his head to rub his nose against Draco's cheek. "Listen to what he says ... he'll tell you exactly what he wants..." With that, he rolled back over onto his stomach and Draco leapt into action pointing his wand at his former professor.
"Divesto! Now eat his arse. You should be good enough to eat his arse. Hop to it!" The disrobing charm and commands were snapped out so fast that Severus had just climbed back on the bed when a slap landed on his arse. He frowned but immediately set back to work, gently teasing at Lucius' opening with his tongue. He really wasn't sure about accepting commands from Draco, but as long as Lucius was in the room, he told himself that it would be all right.
Severus understood. Lucius truly wasn't up for an evening of play like they used to have. He had planned all this: for all their enjoyment.
Draco moved to stoke the fire in the room's fireplace and remove his own shoes and shirt with brisk efficiency. He quirked a half smile as his father's wanton moans filled the room. If Snape's tongue was half as talented as his voice, he could imagine the pleasure his father felt from it. He eyed the bed posts and used his wand to attach silken cords there... for later.
Elbow deep in the potion drawer, Draco noted the fevered pitch of his father's cries and stopped what he was doing to drag Snape off him ... by the hair. Lucius rolled onto his side and Draco shoved Snape's face toward his crotch.
About to protest the interruption, Severus found the words he wanted to use to sear off Draco's ears stopped... by the delicious sensation of Lucius' cock pressing against his lips. Greedily he sucked it in, and in, and down, swallowing against the head, and then almost immediately swallowing Lucius' come. His eyes noted Draco leaning down to kiss his father again, caressing his nipple.
Severus gave one last suck and then allowed himself to come up for air.
Lucius gave a high pitched laugh, rich with the insanity of Azkaban.
"Oh the both of you ... such mouths ... so beautiful ... I could cry ..."
Severus' eyes glittered as he regarded the boy moving to stand upright once again. He wouldn't forget the firm hand in his own hair, forcing his actions... He might even store that away for lengthy consideration on some cold lonely night. For nights like these - in Lucius' bed, at Lucius' mercy - were so very few and far between.
"Please step to the foot of the bed, facing the bed," Draco said mildly.
Where on earth had he gotten that whip? It was six feet long, black leather, and had a long thin tip. Severus hurried to comply. He made not a sound as silk cords trapped his hands and feet and pulled his limbs out tautly.
"Oh well done, Draco!" Lucius smiled and settled back on the pillows, eager to enjoy the show.
The first lash landed without any warning, introduction or explanation. Severus felt a light stripe across his upper back, that immediately flared to a red hot pain, then faded. He lifted an eyebrow while gazing at Lucius.
"Father says you like pain," Draco purred from behind him. Crack went the whip again. "He's let me practice on greasy haired muggles all summer." Crack! "Tell me... Professor... do you like it?" Crack!
"Is that all you've got?" Severus drawled, not letting his rapidly beating heart affect his voice.
Draco snarled and threw down the whip.
Lucius smiled with slitted eyes, like a lizard under the hot sun.
Draco let the glove snap as he put it on his left hand, knowing Snape couldn't see what he was doing. He poured a small pool of the Spicy Hot Everburn potion into his palm, then quickly stepped forward to smack Snape smartly on the arse with it.
"Yesssssssssss," Severus moaned, letting his head fall back on his neck, absorbing the burn into his skin, into his mind, into his heart. Draco spanked him with the burning potion again and again and he let out deep heartfelt moan after moan, full throated, his mind slowly whited out by the burning pain.
Lucius, entranced by the vision of white skin and fully erect purpling cock before him, slithered to the foot of the bed and started stroking his long tapered fingers over Severus' chest, around the dark nipples, up the long column of throat... "So ... very ... beautiful ... my own .... sweet... Severus..."
Draco, panting with the effort, took a small break to watch.
"Burns... the flames... " Severus whispered.
"Yes, yes," Lucius crooned. "So hot. You're so hot Severus." His cool hand reached down to grasp Severus' achingly hard cock.... and give it a cruel twist.
"Oh Lucius!" Severus' voice was full of anguished pleasure. "Make me yours!" Gone was the arch snide condescension. His voice was utterly sincere, open and raw, like it never was allowed to be at any other time.
Draco began laughing as he removed the glove and cast a protego spell on his body to protect himself from the potion. He didn't care for pain, though he certainly admitted its uses. Next, he applied a Cool-as-Ice potion to his own erection, lazily stroking it onto himself as he met his father's eyes. "I'll make you mine," he growled in Severus' ear.
Severus gasped as an ice cold rod began stroking between his burning arse cheeks. He gave a moaning laugh at the dual sensations, and let his head fall back on his shoulder in surrender to them.
Draco and Lucius shared a knowing smile as Draco roughly shoved his cock into Severus and Lucius gripped Severus' balls tightly.
Severus floated in sensation, letting out little shuddery moans. Draco's icy cock banged away at him. He could hear the fleshy slap of Draco's hips meeting his own heat tortured arse cheeks. Hanging, stretched between the cords, Severus could only endure the pleasure/pain as Lucius cruelly twisted his balls in one hand and gave teasing little kisses and nips to his chest and nipples. The sensations drove him out of his normally well-ordered mind. And he loved it!
"Oh god, Father! I'm co--!" Draco's speech ended in a high whine as he orgasmed into the tortured flesh rippling about his cock.
Lucius chuckled evilly, maintaining his grip on Severus' balls. He spoke, "Not yet Severus. I have one last task for you before we rest."
Draco unceremoniously snapped his hips away and staggered back to lean on the wardrobe. He accioed his wand to his hand and cleaned himself, then with a nod from his father, loosened the cords binding his former Professor.
Severus slumped to the floor and lay there for a moment simply breathing. He took note of the soft wool carpet and the stinging needles of feeling returning to his extremities. Beautiful pain, though it was nowhere near as intense as the pain still burning his arse cheeks.
"You were right, Father. His cock is beautiful... and purple..." Draco's voice was awed ... and hungry. He cleaned away what potion hadn't yet absorbed into Severus' skin. Then he looked toward his father. "Are you sure...?"
"Of course. You haven't yet heard him scream yet. I wouldn't want you to miss that. Come Severus. Rise and come lay beside me. Let me hold you."
How could he resist? Severus climbed slowly to his feet. His legs rubbery and yet his cock was sadly neglected and pulsing with impatience. He knew better than to touch it in Lucius' presence, though. He began to regain his faith that Lucius knew what he needed and wanted, that Lucius cared for him enough to give it to him. Yet he remained intrigued that Lucius used his own son to do so.
Welcoming Severus with open arms, Lucius arranged the potion master's long lean limbs close to him on the bed. They lay side by side. Lucius licked his cheek. "I don't need to bind your hands do I?" he asked softly.
Severus shook his head, no. Then his gaze was captivated by Draco, as the boy, facing away, lifted a leg onto the bedstead in order to give himself room to prepare his entrance. His pale fingers dipped into his own hole repeatedly.
"See how he prepares himself for you?" Lucius purred. "You're so very large. He's wanted this for some time. But that's not just any lube he's using, Severussssss. What do you think it could be? What do you want on your cock more than anything in the world?"
Severus let out a low needy moan. It couldn't be. Could it?
"Yessss, that's right Severussssssssss."
Draco climbed onto the bed and swung a leg over Snape's hips, straddling him. He looked intently, burningly into Snape's eyes.
Leaning up and over from where he snuggled Severus' upper body, Lucius grasped Severus' proud erection and held it steady for his son to sink down onto.
Severus' eyes widened as the head of his needy weeping cock pushed past the tight little ring of muscle, and into a burning hot nightmare of pain. He panted harshly, fingers scrabbling for the bedclothes, for something to clutch against the rising tide of burning pain.Oh so lovely burning pain!
Draco moaned at the feeling of his teacher's huge hard cock filling him, stretching him like he'd never been stretched before. The protego protected his sensitive flesh from any discomfort from the potion, but Snape's cock was so huge, he bit his own lip against the slight stretching pain. He let his eyes bore into Snape's. I own you now!
Lucius' eyes darted from son to lover. The depth of sexual satisfaction he saw in both made his own cock twitch in interest though he was so tired, he wasn't going to do anything about it, but continue to watch. Sweat sprung out on Severus' brow and Draco exhaled harshly as he finally hit bottom.
Draco began moving, rocking back and forth on his engorged cock and Severus could hold back no longer. He screamed out the pleasure he felt. Draco was so tight, gripping his cock in a vise of pleasure. He felt warm and safe in Lucius' embrace. And the Everburn potion sinking into the blood engorged flesh of his cock burned him so white-hot-brightly it was only a few strokes before he came, screaming again.
Draco's eyes widened at the expressions forcing themselves across Snape's face. The normally hideous visage with it's hooked nose and hooded eyes, was transformed into an ethereal angel of beauty, who screamed in ecstasy at the sensations he, Draco, gave. He shoved his arse back onto Snape's cock, tears forming in his eyes at the feel of it, so big, so nice. Then he gasped as his father's mouth descended on his own cock, standing to attention again so soon, as only a 16 year old's can. Quickly, he came and felt his quivering arse suck out the last of Snape's orgasm, just as his father sucked the last of his orgasm out of him.
Lucius did the honors of cleaning everyone and magically pulling the covers out from under them so as to tuck them in. Draco went boneless for a while and Severus arranged their limbs comfortably about each other.
After a time Draco's ears perked up to hear Severus ask of Lucius, "So ... what's your plan?"
"Tell me the Dark Lord can resist a tight little arse like that!"
"No, not for long," Severus agreed, giving Draco a little squeeze with his arm. "And then what?"
"We make sure he wants us both watching... and then we AK him."
"I like it," Severus sighed, slipping toward sleep.
"Can I use the Everburn potion?" Draco asked, more than a bit annoyed at being nothing but bait in this plan.
"No!" two voices said strongly.
"Didn't you know?" Severus asked more mildly. "He doesn't like pain. He only likes to cause it."
Title: Home for the Holidays
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Snape/Malfoy/Malfoy
Word Count: 3122
Warnings: Um, from the request: ["Gimme bad boys", Lucius, Severus, Draco, with each other Kinks: spanking + anal, begging, aggressively needy bottoms, licentious use of potions.]
"I want a rim job, Severus," Lucius said simply. "All that time in Azkaban, and all I could think about was your lovely, lovely tongue shoved up my arse as far as it would go."
His cold grey eyes glittered in the light of 16 torchieres. They were in Lucius' bedroom, across the hall from Narcissa's. She'd tended to Lucius earlier, now it was Severus' turn.
"Well?" Lucius demanded with an impatient aristocratic sniff.
"Yes, yes, of course," Severus replied and moved toward his ... mentor/lover/master. All this time apart, he couldn't wait to service the man. He knew Lucius knew that he'd killed Dumbledore so that Draco wouldn't have to and yet, the first thing... the only thing he could say was, give me a rim job.
Severus did not allow his disappointment to show as he deftly unfastened Lucius' cotton retiring trousers and pulled them down, and removed them, knowing Lucius enjoyed the feeling of someone undressing him. Stepping out of the clothes with Severus' assistance, he crawled onto his large, overstuffed bed and lay face down in the middle of it.
Part of him was deliciously relieved to have Lucius once again order him... to do anything ... but part of him wasn't thrilled by Lucius' ... lack of fire. Severus found himself frowning where Lucius couldn't see. He quickly schooled his expression and bent to place a kiss on the creamy flesh of Lucius' arse.
Lucius let out a soft sigh and spread his legs a little in invitation. Severus, still fully clothed, crawled onto the bed, between those long pale legs and settled down to nuzzling and tentatively licking at the crease. Using his wand, he cast a light scourgify and then a deep sano and then sent his tongue questing deeper and deeper into the crease, teasing at the puckered entrance.
Lucius suddenly moaned wantonly as though he'd held back as long as he could. He cried out like a lost soul that has found the gate to heaven.
There was a loud bang and rush of wind as the door to the bedroom slammed open and hit the wall.
"Father! You're home!" Draco's voice was tremulous with hope.
"Bloody hell!" Severus swore, lurching upright and scrabbling off the bed.
"Stop!" Lucius commanded with a hint of the old Malfoy steel in his voice. Both Draco and Severus stopped moving, Draco toward the bed, Severus away from it. Lucius slowly rolled over onto his side, his soft cock flopping limply. He took his time in regarding the two.
"Yes, my son. I am home now. I've heard of your exploits and, overall ...I am pleased."
"I would have killed Dumbledore!" Draco hissed. "I would have! But he beat me to it!" His eyes grazed scornfully over his ex-Potions Master.
"Now, now Draco," Lucius began.
"Lucius , please!" Severus began, mortified, embarrassed, and miserable. He desperately wanted to leave the room
"Don't you 'now now, Draco' me! I'm a Death Eater! Just like you! And you!" Draco turned from his father to his ex-professor.
"Draco." Lucius' tone cut through their protests. "I'm just out of Azkaban. I had hoped for a little rest and relaxation... I'm simply not up to handling your hysteria... either of you."
"I'm sorry Father," Draco's tone was immediately contrite. He stepped to the bedside and took his father's hand and kissed the knuckle. "It's just that ..." He spoke softly and looked into his father's eyes. "You chose to see him first, before me. Can you understand my jealousy?"
Lucius quirked a smile and laid back on the pillows. "That wasn't my intention. Your mother said you were away."
"I was, but I came back as soon as I heard the good news."
Severus felt his own face twist in jealousy. No matter what he did ... he could kill Dumbledore with his own wand, for Merlin's sake! And he would never be to Lucius what that sniveling brat was... The analytical part of his intellect that never stopped processing data wondered at the situation: the three of them in the room, Lucius naked, both jealous of the other. Surely not ... surely Lucius hadn't orchestrated this... the bastard Slytherin, of course he did!
His thoughts came back to the room. Two pairs of pale grey eyes regarded him from the Slytherin green bedstead. Severus frowned in annoyance.
Lucius chuckled. "Severus, come." Lucius waved with his free hand. Draco still held the other.
"I will not be subjected to this embarrassment!" Severus whirled and headed for the door, his mind a froth of turbulent emotions; angry that Draco had interrupted his time with Lucius, offended that Lucius laughed at him. There was no point in remaining to watch him fawn all over his son.
"My love," Lucius crooned softly.
Severus stood rooted to the spot, one hand on the doorknob. He would use that term... for me ... in front of his son?
He turned slowly and approached the bed as Lucius continued speaking. "I wish to introduce you to my son. You know that he is to be my agent ... in everything ..."
Severus' lips twisted. Draco watched his approach with glittering eyes. There was something about Lucius voice that made Snape listen intently.
"You are to surrender to him, as you would to me."
Severus' frown deepened.
"I want him to direct you, in pleasuring me."
Draco's eyes widened and his lips parted in surprise ... and something else.
"But the boy-" Severus began in protest.
"-Knows exactly what I want." Lucius was firm. He looked over to Draco. "Severus needs a firm hand... a very firm hand... Never silence him. As I'm sure you are aware, his voice is ... precious. He loves to give voice... to his pleasure ... as well as his pain. And he likes a lot of pain." Lucius chuckled and drew Draco to him, pursing his lips for a kiss which Draco gave willingly, opening his mouth with a soft moan, sucking at his father's tongue.
They finally completed the display with a wet sound and both turned to look at him again.
"So what do you want first?" Draco's voice was hoarse with lust.
"Let him finished what you interrupted," Lucius' voice was light as though discussing the menu for High Tea. "Then I'll want to come ... in his mouth ... Then I should very much like to watch as you restrain him and use the whip." They'd both been watching Severus even as they spoke to each other, taking note as his breath increased in pace and his eyes widened slightly.
Lucius turned his head to rub his nose against Draco's cheek. "Listen to what he says ... he'll tell you exactly what he wants..." With that, he rolled back over onto his stomach and Draco leapt into action pointing his wand at his former professor.
"Divesto! Now eat his arse. You should be good enough to eat his arse. Hop to it!" The disrobing charm and commands were snapped out so fast that Severus had just climbed back on the bed when a slap landed on his arse. He frowned but immediately set back to work, gently teasing at Lucius' opening with his tongue. He really wasn't sure about accepting commands from Draco, but as long as Lucius was in the room, he told himself that it would be all right.
Severus understood. Lucius truly wasn't up for an evening of play like they used to have. He had planned all this: for all their enjoyment.
Draco moved to stoke the fire in the room's fireplace and remove his own shoes and shirt with brisk efficiency. He quirked a half smile as his father's wanton moans filled the room. If Snape's tongue was half as talented as his voice, he could imagine the pleasure his father felt from it. He eyed the bed posts and used his wand to attach silken cords there... for later.
Elbow deep in the potion drawer, Draco noted the fevered pitch of his father's cries and stopped what he was doing to drag Snape off him ... by the hair. Lucius rolled onto his side and Draco shoved Snape's face toward his crotch.
About to protest the interruption, Severus found the words he wanted to use to sear off Draco's ears stopped... by the delicious sensation of Lucius' cock pressing against his lips. Greedily he sucked it in, and in, and down, swallowing against the head, and then almost immediately swallowing Lucius' come. His eyes noted Draco leaning down to kiss his father again, caressing his nipple.
Severus gave one last suck and then allowed himself to come up for air.
Lucius gave a high pitched laugh, rich with the insanity of Azkaban.
"Oh the both of you ... such mouths ... so beautiful ... I could cry ..."
Severus' eyes glittered as he regarded the boy moving to stand upright once again. He wouldn't forget the firm hand in his own hair, forcing his actions... He might even store that away for lengthy consideration on some cold lonely night. For nights like these - in Lucius' bed, at Lucius' mercy - were so very few and far between.
"Please step to the foot of the bed, facing the bed," Draco said mildly.
Where on earth had he gotten that whip? It was six feet long, black leather, and had a long thin tip. Severus hurried to comply. He made not a sound as silk cords trapped his hands and feet and pulled his limbs out tautly.
"Oh well done, Draco!" Lucius smiled and settled back on the pillows, eager to enjoy the show.
The first lash landed without any warning, introduction or explanation. Severus felt a light stripe across his upper back, that immediately flared to a red hot pain, then faded. He lifted an eyebrow while gazing at Lucius.
"Father says you like pain," Draco purred from behind him. Crack went the whip again. "He's let me practice on greasy haired muggles all summer." Crack! "Tell me... Professor... do you like it?" Crack!
"Is that all you've got?" Severus drawled, not letting his rapidly beating heart affect his voice.
Draco snarled and threw down the whip.
Lucius smiled with slitted eyes, like a lizard under the hot sun.
Draco let the glove snap as he put it on his left hand, knowing Snape couldn't see what he was doing. He poured a small pool of the Spicy Hot Everburn potion into his palm, then quickly stepped forward to smack Snape smartly on the arse with it.
"Yesssssssssss," Severus moaned, letting his head fall back on his neck, absorbing the burn into his skin, into his mind, into his heart. Draco spanked him with the burning potion again and again and he let out deep heartfelt moan after moan, full throated, his mind slowly whited out by the burning pain.
Lucius, entranced by the vision of white skin and fully erect purpling cock before him, slithered to the foot of the bed and started stroking his long tapered fingers over Severus' chest, around the dark nipples, up the long column of throat... "So ... very ... beautiful ... my own .... sweet... Severus..."
Draco, panting with the effort, took a small break to watch.
"Burns... the flames... " Severus whispered.
"Yes, yes," Lucius crooned. "So hot. You're so hot Severus." His cool hand reached down to grasp Severus' achingly hard cock.... and give it a cruel twist.
"Oh Lucius!" Severus' voice was full of anguished pleasure. "Make me yours!" Gone was the arch snide condescension. His voice was utterly sincere, open and raw, like it never was allowed to be at any other time.
Draco began laughing as he removed the glove and cast a protego spell on his body to protect himself from the potion. He didn't care for pain, though he certainly admitted its uses. Next, he applied a Cool-as-Ice potion to his own erection, lazily stroking it onto himself as he met his father's eyes. "I'll make you mine," he growled in Severus' ear.
Severus gasped as an ice cold rod began stroking between his burning arse cheeks. He gave a moaning laugh at the dual sensations, and let his head fall back on his shoulder in surrender to them.
Draco and Lucius shared a knowing smile as Draco roughly shoved his cock into Severus and Lucius gripped Severus' balls tightly.
Severus floated in sensation, letting out little shuddery moans. Draco's icy cock banged away at him. He could hear the fleshy slap of Draco's hips meeting his own heat tortured arse cheeks. Hanging, stretched between the cords, Severus could only endure the pleasure/pain as Lucius cruelly twisted his balls in one hand and gave teasing little kisses and nips to his chest and nipples. The sensations drove him out of his normally well-ordered mind. And he loved it!
"Oh god, Father! I'm co--!" Draco's speech ended in a high whine as he orgasmed into the tortured flesh rippling about his cock.
Lucius chuckled evilly, maintaining his grip on Severus' balls. He spoke, "Not yet Severus. I have one last task for you before we rest."
Draco unceremoniously snapped his hips away and staggered back to lean on the wardrobe. He accioed his wand to his hand and cleaned himself, then with a nod from his father, loosened the cords binding his former Professor.
Severus slumped to the floor and lay there for a moment simply breathing. He took note of the soft wool carpet and the stinging needles of feeling returning to his extremities. Beautiful pain, though it was nowhere near as intense as the pain still burning his arse cheeks.
"You were right, Father. His cock is beautiful... and purple..." Draco's voice was awed ... and hungry. He cleaned away what potion hadn't yet absorbed into Severus' skin. Then he looked toward his father. "Are you sure...?"
"Of course. You haven't yet heard him scream yet. I wouldn't want you to miss that. Come Severus. Rise and come lay beside me. Let me hold you."
How could he resist? Severus climbed slowly to his feet. His legs rubbery and yet his cock was sadly neglected and pulsing with impatience. He knew better than to touch it in Lucius' presence, though. He began to regain his faith that Lucius knew what he needed and wanted, that Lucius cared for him enough to give it to him. Yet he remained intrigued that Lucius used his own son to do so.
Welcoming Severus with open arms, Lucius arranged the potion master's long lean limbs close to him on the bed. They lay side by side. Lucius licked his cheek. "I don't need to bind your hands do I?" he asked softly.
Severus shook his head, no. Then his gaze was captivated by Draco, as the boy, facing away, lifted a leg onto the bedstead in order to give himself room to prepare his entrance. His pale fingers dipped into his own hole repeatedly.
"See how he prepares himself for you?" Lucius purred. "You're so very large. He's wanted this for some time. But that's not just any lube he's using, Severussssss. What do you think it could be? What do you want on your cock more than anything in the world?"
Severus let out a low needy moan. It couldn't be. Could it?
"Yessss, that's right Severussssssssss."
Draco climbed onto the bed and swung a leg over Snape's hips, straddling him. He looked intently, burningly into Snape's eyes.
Leaning up and over from where he snuggled Severus' upper body, Lucius grasped Severus' proud erection and held it steady for his son to sink down onto.
Severus' eyes widened as the head of his needy weeping cock pushed past the tight little ring of muscle, and into a burning hot nightmare of pain. He panted harshly, fingers scrabbling for the bedclothes, for something to clutch against the rising tide of burning pain.Oh so lovely burning pain!
Draco moaned at the feeling of his teacher's huge hard cock filling him, stretching him like he'd never been stretched before. The protego protected his sensitive flesh from any discomfort from the potion, but Snape's cock was so huge, he bit his own lip against the slight stretching pain. He let his eyes bore into Snape's. I own you now!
Lucius' eyes darted from son to lover. The depth of sexual satisfaction he saw in both made his own cock twitch in interest though he was so tired, he wasn't going to do anything about it, but continue to watch. Sweat sprung out on Severus' brow and Draco exhaled harshly as he finally hit bottom.
Draco began moving, rocking back and forth on his engorged cock and Severus could hold back no longer. He screamed out the pleasure he felt. Draco was so tight, gripping his cock in a vise of pleasure. He felt warm and safe in Lucius' embrace. And the Everburn potion sinking into the blood engorged flesh of his cock burned him so white-hot-brightly it was only a few strokes before he came, screaming again.
Draco's eyes widened at the expressions forcing themselves across Snape's face. The normally hideous visage with it's hooked nose and hooded eyes, was transformed into an ethereal angel of beauty, who screamed in ecstasy at the sensations he, Draco, gave. He shoved his arse back onto Snape's cock, tears forming in his eyes at the feel of it, so big, so nice. Then he gasped as his father's mouth descended on his own cock, standing to attention again so soon, as only a 16 year old's can. Quickly, he came and felt his quivering arse suck out the last of Snape's orgasm, just as his father sucked the last of his orgasm out of him.
Lucius did the honors of cleaning everyone and magically pulling the covers out from under them so as to tuck them in. Draco went boneless for a while and Severus arranged their limbs comfortably about each other.
After a time Draco's ears perked up to hear Severus ask of Lucius, "So ... what's your plan?"
"Tell me the Dark Lord can resist a tight little arse like that!"
"No, not for long," Severus agreed, giving Draco a little squeeze with his arm. "And then what?"
"We make sure he wants us both watching... and then we AK him."
"I like it," Severus sighed, slipping toward sleep.
"Can I use the Everburn potion?" Draco asked, more than a bit annoyed at being nothing but bait in this plan.
"No!" two voices said strongly.
"Didn't you know?" Severus asked more mildly. "He doesn't like pain. He only likes to cause it."