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Snape cried out sharply as he was breeched, though it wasn’t a cry of pain. His body arched violently, trying to take more of the hard cock behind him. But it wasn’t moving, the body was still and Severus wanted to cry.

*He bit hard on his pillow, to stop himself from making any noise.* Begging was very undignified and got him no where. Lucius enjoyed his begging, and would only tease him more, just to hear it. His stifled cries were incriminating enough; Lucius’ head could only get so big before it exploded.

Finally he began to move, long, smooth strokes that made Severus’ arms and legs shake, threatening his position on all fours. Harshly, he bucked backwards, forcing Lucius to take him harder, faster, and deeper. Soon he forgot his dignity; let all thoughts of pride float away as he impaled himself on his lover. The pillow fell from his slack jaws and Lucius grinned.

Severus came with a hoarse cry, spattering the bed and himself. Lucius held on for a few more thrusts before following him, pressing him down into the bed. He did not roll off, he held Severus captive beneath him. He did not rise until he heard high heels in the hallway and the jangle of diamonds.

Narcissa was home.