Present Tense

Very early in my life, I learnt the incredible value of silence.

Many people go about their daily business interacting with people, and divulging potentially embarrassing facts to complete strangers. They are, at a very basic instinctual level, naïve as to how words can become weapons.

Therefore, for me to learn such wisdom while I was still so young, I’ve been put to a great advantage when it comes to my peers. Sometimes, even to my superiors.

I come from a long line of purebloods. With this distinction, a great deal of secrets must inevitably follow. I’m comfortable with secrets. I very nearly can’t live without them. Understandably, this would create for me all new secrets to keep or divulge at my own discretion.

I’ve had this discussion with Severus before. When I was in school, we would have weekly meetings to…well, I’m not entirely certain what they were for exactly, but he was my personal confidant, and I appreciated that. He made sure I was comfortable in Slytherin, and that I was protected. Hence Crabbe and Goyle.

Not that the other children of Death Eaters would dare attack me, but others weren’t in the know, and it was a constant battle for domination there.

However, coming back to the topic of secrets, I must admit that during some of our talks, Severus would bring up sexual matters. Until just now, as I find his hand fondling my erection through my trousers, I wasn’t sure what those talks were for—all full of hypothetical situations and what precautions to take so nobody should find out. He knew I didn’t have anyone else to talk to about it all, so he obligingly provided me with his experience.

He spoke to me quite often in his beautifully dark voice, but I never noticed it until one day the word ‘cock’ slipped free of his mouth, and I was instantly aroused. Since that moment, whenever I heard him speak, I would resist the urge to approach him. After all, a Malfoy considers decorum before desire, and my silence was pure art.

I’m sure he didn’t mean for himself to be in this position, with me, but now that he is, all those years of repressed sexual tension are so ready to burst forth that I am breathless in the moment of it.

The whiskey from earlier is rushing through my veins making me dizzy and wary of shutting my eyes against the sight of Severus flushed above me.

Others are watching, I can feel it, and at this moment I care nothing for decorum. Sexual escalation has happened before at these gatherings. Desperate people trying to stave off the depression this occasion brings. I don’t believe anyone will interrupt us, and the eyes don’t bother me, I’ve always been a bit of an exhibitionist. Severus is still drunk, I don’t think he minds either.

I pull on the lapel of his shirt and before we know what has happened, we are both on the floor and I am straddling him. I moan as he bucks his hips up from underneath me and our erections grind. I notice my glass of whiskey on the floor near Severus’s head, so I pick it up and drain it. I bend down and siphon some of it to him and swallow the rest. His tongue comes up and chases after more, but I have other plans.

I lay my torso flat against him and press my lips into his ear snaking my own tongue out. He gasps and his arms are around me, pressing me closer.

“Snape…” I whisper viciously, a testament to my excitement, “Fuck me. Hard.”

Again, the world turns over, and I find myself on my back, trousers making a fast escape down my legs.

“Draco, do you know why I’ve returned here?” Severus asks me in a way that makes me squirm. He is over me and between my thighs before I can respond. I simply shake my head.

“Because in the eleven years I’ve been gone, I have come to realise that there is no redemption for me,” he looks amused by this.

He swipes his hand against his tongue slowly, black eyes burning into mine. I watch as his hand lowers between us until it is wrapped firmly around my cock. He squeezes upward and swipes his thumb over the tip, rubbing against the slit.

My breath catches, and he chuckles in his throat. Severus sits up and moves two fingers to my slightly parted mouth, pushing in gently. I suck them in for all that it’s worth and it is his turn to gasp. He withdraws his fingers as they are sufficiently coated, and manoeuvers my hips to an angle.

Snape chuckles again and leans in against my ear, “But I must say, I don’t find it terribly bothersome.”

The two slicked fingers enter me and immediately begin to prepare me for him. I bite my lip and moan at his rough but skilled touch. I am caught in a slight daze of alcohol and lust, but my eyes still manage to settle on Snape’s crotch, which is still covered, and this fact nearly brings me to laugh. Nearly.

As I am still staring at it, he seems to notice and takes his hand from my length long enough to unbutton his trousers and slide them down so his own is left exposed. Again, he licks his hand, and moistens his already leaking erection.

“Draco, you’ve always been my best student. Tell me, what is the riskiest part of us,” he positioned himself, “doing this?” he thrusts in until he is buried completely and breathing becomes less important than getting him to move inside of me.

“S-Snape! Oh gods….ah! please…..uh…I don’t know!” I try to think of the question, but he makes tiny circles with his hips and it pushes him against my prostate, driving me mad.

“Tut Tut, Draco,” his grin is wolfish and it’s all I can do to keep myself from begging pathetically.

“Very well, if you won’t or..cannot answer,” he eases himself out, and just as I begin to protest, he slams back into me with a force that makes me see stars.

“The risk lies inside yourself. You’re too…mmm….too bloody drunk.”

“Snape, do shut up.”

I hook my hand around his neck and pull him in, bypassing his mouth and latch onto his neck with my teeth. This causes him to speed up and I utterly loose it. My prick is gushing across my shirt and I feel him a second later pummel my arse into his own sweet oblivion.

Severus is limp over me and again, I am overwhelmed by the comfort of his weight. I wrap my legs over his thighs and hug him to me.

“Snape…” I try to think of something to say, but, as I have found, silence is almost always golden.