Principles of Lust

Principles of Lust


Draco had always been fond of his godfather Severus, more so than any other of the friends his father had. When he was told he could spend one weekend over the summer with his godfather he was overjoyed, a chance to avoid the watchful worried eyes of his mother and the restriction of his fathers antiquated rules. After a lecture on proper behavior from his father and a watery kiss from his mother, his godfather’s home was only a handful of floo powder away.

Friday

Stepping into the receiving room as regally as his breeding dictated, Draco unfastened his lightweight summer robes. Handing it off to the closest house elf, Draco followed another out through the foyer to the library and after announcing his presence the house elf disapparated with a pop.

“Undress.” Severus said, from the wingback chair near the fireplace. Unwilling to question his godfather, Draco gave a quick wave of his wand and his clothing disappeared only to reappear, folded neatly on the settee. Clasping his hands behind his back, Draco let his chin dip forward to rest almost touching his chest. “Have you prepared yourself?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Come, kneel before me.”

Dropping to his knees, Draco slowly crawled across the Persian rug, it’s softness cushioning his sensitive skin. Coming to a halt, Draco kept his eyes on the polished tips of his godfathers boots as he sat back on his heels.

“Do you wish to please me?”

“Yes Sir.” Draco replied, waiting.

“Then I am at your mercy.”

Taking the words for the permission they were, Draco leaned forward, arms outstretched as he slowly slackened the placket of his godfather’s trousers. Severus’ prick was hard, angry red hued, as it thrust from its nest of dense black curls. His palms pressed to his thighs, Draco lapped at the weeping slit. Severus carded a hand through his hair, urging him closer and Draco dutifully opened his mouth. Minding his teeth as he’d been taught, Draco slowly filled his mouth with inch after glorious inch of the straining flesh offered to him.

Moaning praise from above drove him on as he suckled firmly, relaxing his throat at the first hint of pressure. Bobbing his head, Draco savored the slightly bitter taste on his tongue. He wanted to touch himself, pleasure himself as he gave pleasure in turn but he knew it wasn’t allowed. Clenching fingers in his hair was the only warning he received before he was pulled almost entirely off the cock he so reverently worshipped. Cum filled his mouth, one shot after the next as he swallowed quickly. Finally allowed to pull off he sat back, licking his lips in triumph even as his gaze slid quickly to the floor.

“You do look lovely,” said Severus a tad breathlessly. “There on your knees for me.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Would you like to stay on your knees the entire weekend?”

“If it pleases you Sir.”

“It does indeed.” Severus replied, fastening his trousers as he got to his feet. “Come, dinner awaits though I dare say you’ve had your fill.”

Crawling after Severus as he headed for the formal dining room, Draco tried to ignore his cock, aching though it was. Severus took his seat at the head of the table and Draco moved to kneel at his side. The food appeared, as it was wont to do courtesy of the house elves. The first course was a chilled soup, which Severus ate slowly. A heaping plate of roast beef and root vegetables followed. Severus took his time and Draco opened his mouth to accept bites of food as they were offered, licking Severus’ fingers teasingly whenever they dipped between his lips.

As dessert appeared, zabaione, Severus inched his chair back and gestured for Draco to stand. Getting to his feet Draco took the nod towards the table as his cue and eased himself between Severus knees, hoisting himself up and onto the table. Leaning back on his elbows, Draco watched and waited as Severus dipped his fingers into the light custard. With just the tips of his fingers, Severus leisurely began to paint across Draco’s chest, from his collarbone down the center of his chest to circle his peaked nipples.

Leaning forward, he lapped up the mess he’d made before pulling back, despite Draco’s whimpers of protest. Scooping up a little more of the sweet custard, Severus trailed his fingers over the lightly rippled expanse of abdomen laid out before him, letting his fingers dip into Draco’s belly button teasingly.

Draco tried not to writhe as Severus leaned forward again, his hair a tickling weight in contrast to his roving tongue. Spreading his legs Draco tipped his head back with a moan, offering himself up for whatever Severus desired.

Grabbing Draco’s ankles, Severus pressed his legs up and let him plant his feet before he grasped his hips, pulling him to rest at the very edge of the table. As Draco let his knees fall open Severus took a second to lean back and enjoy the view. Another dollop of custard, this time trailed along Draco’s inner thigh. As he moved to have himself another taste, he let his fingertips ghost along the crease of Draco’s arse. Draco moaned even louder then, pressing himself back against those questing fingers.

Nuzzling along the soft barely haired skin of Draco’s bollocks, Severus eased a finger inside the panting boy. He was already wet, well prepared before he even stepped into the house Severus knew. Another finger, a twist of his wrist and Draco’s hips rocked up and off the table. Nipping at the thigh closest to his mouth in silent reprimand, Severus pulled his fingers free and opened his trousers. Getting to his feet, he let his trousers fall down around his thighs as he took his cock in hand.

Wrapping his fingers around the shaft, he lined himself up, stroking even as he eased himself inside the well-loosened hole. Sinking deeper, he let his hands come to rest on the tabletop beside Draco’s head. Draco’s eyes were closed, his bottom lip caught between his teeth and Severus pressed in just a fraction more, smirking as Draco gasped.

“You will not cum until you’ve been given permission.”

“Yes Sir.” Draco whimpered, resisting the urge to stroke himself.

Pulling back slowly, Severus stared down at Draco, watching his jaw twitch as he struggled for control before snapping his hips forward. Draco gasped quietly, the barest exhalation of air with each thrust of Severus hips, every forceful buck pressing Draco harder against the table. A wineglass tipped, shattering as it hit the floor but Severus paid it no mind, focused solely on the feel of Draco’s internal muscles fluttering around him.

Desperate to touch, Draco arched his body, delighting in the sound of Severus’ thighs slapping against the curve of his arse as it slipped along the edge of the table. Pressing back, Draco began to beg for release, fingers scrabbling across the wood as he fought against the need to grab his prick.

“Touch yourself.” Severus growled as if he’d read Draco’s mind. “I want to see you cum.”

Reaching, Draco wrapped his hand around his cock, pulling desperately as Severus’ angle changed, jabbing his prostate with each vicious thrust. A keening wail rose from Draco’s throat as he fell, ropes of sticky cum splattering against his chest, hitting his chin as he clenched down around the prick inside him. Severus groaned; a rumbling in his chest even Draco could feel as he thrust, once, twice more before flooding Draco’s insides with his own release.

Resting briefly on the sated body beneath him, Severus slowly pulled out and looked at the wreckage that had once been his dining room table. Silver and finery had been condemned to the floor in their haste and he couldn’t help but shake his head.

“Have I done something wrong?” Draco asked breathlessly, misunderstanding the negative motion.

“You’ve ruined my table,” Severus replied with a portentous grin. “Fortunately for you we’ve all weekend to work out your punishment.”