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Pushing off the door, Snape muttered something at another, more concealed door, walking through and entering his private chambers. Collapsing on his bed quickly, lying on his back, Snape closed his eyes, running one hand through his lackluster dark hair, the other wrapping long fingers around his penis. First he tried the old tactic, imagining first incoporeal women, then various students. When none furthered his progress any, he gave into the dream of the blonde hair and the grey eyes. There, alone in his room, Snape gave into Lucius Malfoy.

He was aware of his hand going faster and faster on his penis, the other hand still lost in his hair. His eyes closed, imagining that it was Lucius’ mouth on him now, instead of that hand. He bucked his hips on the bed a little, even allowing a gentle moan to escape as he found his favorite rhythm. He tilted his head farther back, hand moving even faster, wetting his lips, prepared to, prepared to...

“Oh my, Bad Time?”

Blood rushed in his ears, distorting the voice, making it seem childish, mocking. Sitting up quickly, Severus glared at the figure before him, unable to make out their identity. He’d left the door open and light was streaming in, silhouetting the figure. The hand previously lost in his hair reached up, blocking the light while the other hand left his purple, throbbing cock, reaching for a pillow. There wasn’t much decency to hold onto at this point, but he felt the need to try.
“Who the bloody hell is there and what the bloody fuck are you doing in my private chambers?” the figure shifted a little, stepping forward and into view. Severus literally felt his jaw drop.
“Bloody Fuck eh? Don’t mind if I do.” Severus felt himself still in complete shock as none other then Lucius Malfoy smirked, waving his cane a little and closing the door. Setting it down on a table, he reached up and also untied his cape, laying it down before turning towards Severus who hadn’t much moved.
“Although I never did fancy the one’s that just lay there.” Blinking several times, Severus managed to close his mouth and stare as Lucius sauntered towards him.
“Lucius, what’re you-“ The man shook his head just once, raising his chin. Though he was shorter than Severus, he looked down his nose literally and easily at the naked Potions Master whose only real movements had been to cover himself, albeit badly. Raising an eyebrow, Lucius placed his hands on his hips.
“Undress me Severus.” It was all the bidding Snape needed. He leaned forward, his hands reaching, a little nervously for the buttoning on Malfoy’s pants, his eyes trailing upwards over the still clothed chest and to the chiseled chin of the man who looked amused and impatient at the same time. Deciding that even if it was for his own, selfish means, Lucius Malfoy was here now, in Snape’s bedroom, asking Snape to undress him. Managing not to grin like an idiot, Snape deftly unbuttoned the trousers, sliding them down and realizing, his head dangerously close to Malfoy’s crotch, that Lucius didn’t bother with underwear either. The thought by itself made Snape twitch, his body still screaming at the all in all, unclimactic turn of events. Standing slowly, his hands moving to Malfoy’s hips and sliding up, over the chest to remove first the neck scarf, then the vest. Finally beginning to unbutton the shirt, leaving, eventually, Malfoy as naked as Snape.

Lucius could barely keep the grin off his face when he’d walked into Severus’ bedroom. He’d honestly only planned to talk with the man, but finding first the classroom empty, then the office, his plans had...changed, to say the least. He’d first taken an interest in the Potion’s Master back when they were in school together, but drowned his “taboo” lust in that twat of a woman Narcissa. He’d thought at first that his want of Severus Snape had been a meer infatuation, a draw to the strange, quiet and ultimately creepy kid whose long nose was always in a book, but time had proved him wrong. It was more then just some need to shag. If he believed in such a concept, Lucius would almost call it love... almost. But now wasn’t the time to sing about emotions and such nonsense. Now was the time to show Snape what he’d been missing out on all these years, what he could’ve had instead of his nose in a book. And he saw it, when he looked into the dark lust-clouded eyes staring at him. He saw the same want and lust mirrored in his own. Oh yes. He wanted Severus, and he’d take Severus.

Lips crashed into his, thin but skilled lips, hands snaked up to his head, both taking place on either side of his neck, holding him to those lips. Lucius felt a chuckle rise in his chest as Snape held back at first, confused a little maybe about the feeling of Lucius’ lips ravaging his. But soon enough one hand traced his jaw nervously, the other sliding to take hold of Malfoy’s hip, Snape’s long thin fingers first just resting there, then gripping tightly as Lucius invaded his mouth with his tongue, claiming every inch as his own. He felt Severus step closer, pausing as his still erect member touched Lucius’ stomach. Grinning a little, Lucius first deepened the kiss, secretly thrilled as Snape’s tongue began to interact with his own, then let one hand travel to wrap around Severus’ waist, pulling him closer and closing the gap between their bodies.

For a while they stayed like that, feeling each other, growing accustomed to the feel of one another’s skin and, after what seemed like forever, Lucius broke the kiss, pulling back and grinning at the flushed face of the Potion’s Master.
Severus bit his lip as Lucius pulled away and even grunted a little, opening his eyes to see Lucius grinning at him. Severus felt a moment of indignation before Lucius pushed Snape down, urging Severus’ head towards his cock, not entirely forcing him to do anything. Not that Severus needed coaxing. He took a second to take in the image of Lucius’ package, as it were, and started timidly, having never actually given head before. Leaning forward, Snape slid his tongue over the base of Lucius’ cock, pulling it slowly up to the head, which he took in his mouth, delighted to feel Malfoy’s hands in his hair. Taking Malfoy’s penis in, bit by bit, he heard the man above him grunt, his grip tightening, urging Severus to hurry. Once he had the whole length in his mouth, one hand wrapping around any extra, the other reaching up to toy lightly with the tight sac underneath, Severus began to pump his head, sucking and moving in a way he didn’t even know he knew how to do. Something about the position, the locale, everything seemed right and he wanted, almost desperately, to hear Lucius scream his name. He felt the ball sac and penis both twitch in his mouth and hand and moved faster, knowing Lucius was about to cum and was stopped by Lucius’ hands leaving Severus’ head, one going to his shoulder and the other leaving Snape’s body altogether. Lucius pushed Severus’ back, allowing him to gaze at the rigid penis before him before pulling him upright and kissing him again.

Severus quickly lost himself in the kiss but was stopped quickly as Lucius spun him around and pushed him over, bending him efficiently across the bed. Snape yelped a little, surprised and suddenly even more nervous as Lucius leaned over him, his chest brushing against Severus’ back, cock brushing rear.
“I’ve waited far too long for this Severus, and I won’t wait any longer.” and then, almost just like that, Lucius’ cock was pushing against Severus’ anus, finding the entrance to Snape and forcing his way into it quickly and harshly, letting his head fall back and hissing through his teeth. Snape arched his back, first pulling away from the pain and pleasure, mixed, then pushing into it, hanging his head, hands propping him up. They didn’t move right away after that, Lucius allowing Severus to grow accustomed to the feeling inside him until, possibly out of pure impatience, Snape moved his rear against Lucius, his eyes squeezed shut at the intensity inside him. He wanted Malfoy to hurry and, after one or two panting breaths, told him so.
“L-Lucius...Now.” Later, Severus wondered if he had said nothing, if Lucius would’ve, in fact, hurried, but now there was a challenge, to see how long they could hold out. Malfoy never hurried for anyone but himself.

He tensed his muscles, prepared to begin thrusting into the man under him when two words escaped his throat, hurtling through to Lucius’ core and awakening in him that competitive spirit that had always been a type of trademark. Gritting his teeth, Lucius beat down the urge to fuck Severus’ brains out right then and there and forced himself to hold out. Instead of that he bent a little, one hand tracing slowly up Severus’ spine, the other sliding down his hip and around to touch the still erect member there. Snape’s back arched again and this time he straightened, leaning back against Lucius’ chest and resting his head on the man’s shoulder, his eyes squeezing shut at Lucius’ touch, only to fly open as the other man began to rub Severus’ until recently neglected penis. Severus gasped, his body thrusting between Lucius’ hand and penis, apparently caught between the two. An almost maniacal look entered Lucius’ eyes at that moment. He had a plan, a plan that would ensure him two things first of all; that Snape would be completely ruined for anyone else for the rest of his life and that secondly; Snape would want nothing more then to be completely ruined for anyone else for the rest of his life. Deciding in that moment to put his plan into action, Lucius let go of Snape’s penis and pulled out of his rear. Turning away and leaving the Potion’s Master to fall to his hands and knees on the bed, gasping for air and moaning.

When Snape was able to open his eyes he realized first that somehow he hadn’t cum, instead being pulled to the very edge and then stopped so abruptly he passed out without ever climaxing. He realized next that Lucius was gone and, with a small yowl of anger and disappointment, pulled himself slowly off the bed, his body aching immediately. A cold shower, then, he didn’t know what then, it wouldn’t work very well to owl Lucius, and he flat out refused to contact the man through his son. His usual somber attitude settled easily into place as he limped towards his personal bath, more unsatisfied then before Malfoy had ever appeared.

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