Principles of Lust

Principles of Lust


Saturday


The next morning Draco woke slowly, stretching his tired limbs as the morning sun broke through the hanging bed curtains. Not feeling the solid body of his godfather beside him, he sat up quickly and scanned the room. They’d worked out a routine in past visits that Draco would always wake before Severus and as he felt the cold and rumpled sheets beside him, he knew he’d overslept.

“I see you’re finally awake.” Severus said, taking a sip of his tea.

Looking across the room Draco saw Severus sitting calmly in his dressing gown, the tea service at his elbow. In the past, as Draco had always been the first to rise, he would get up and fix Severus’ tea just so before waking him. Severus didn’t look angry but then Draco knew that his godfather was an accomplished Legillimens and wouldn’t show his emotions even if he were enraged.

“Sir, may I run your bath?”

At Severus’ nod, Draco scrambled from the bed, forgetting to drop to his knees in his haste. Reaching the bathroom Draco turned several of the taps, filling the room with the scent of almonds and sandalwood. Just as the tub filled, Severus entered the room and Draco hurried to help him disrobe. Once that was complete, Draco followed him into the bath, the large porcelain structure more than capable of holding both of them with room to spare.

Grabbing a fresh sponge, Draco dipped it into the water and began washing Severus. His neck and shoulders were first and then his arms. He was thorough but not over enthusiastic, it’d do him no good to rub Severus raw. After his arms, he moved down his torso, along his sides to his thighs. He moved back in the tub to rest Severus feet in his lap, one after the other as he washed from thigh to knee to calf to foot. Severus turned and presented his back, which Draco washed as well.

When he turned again, Draco moved to resume his washing but Severus plucked the sponge from his hands. Draco watched on, disappointed, as Severus washed the rest of himself unassisted. Severus rose and climbed from the bath, wrapping a towel around his waist as he turned back to Draco who at that point was trying not to pout.

“You may bathe and then eat breakfast, I will be down in my lab and do not wish to be disturbed. The library has several texts you should find interesting for the coming school year.”

Realizing he’d been banished to the library, to study, Draco waited until Severus left the bathroom before dunking his head under water in frustration. Washing quickly Draco rushed to dry off and get down to the dining room before the house elves disposed of everything.

After breakfast, Draco made his way to the library. Lounging across the settee, he read over the books Severus had left out for him. Well, he attempted to read them. Unfortunately, all he could think about was his punishment. He knew he’d earned another by sleeping in and though his nerves were a bit frayed, he couldn’t help the tingle of anticipation that raced up his spine.

By the time lunch was prepared, Draco’s imagination had run wild with possibilities and he made sure to be kneeling beside Severus’ usual chair in the dining room. Severus gave him barely a glance when he walked in, sitting down in his chair as if Draco didn’t even exist. A light lunch was served, Severus feeding Draco off his own plate as they both ate their fill. Wiping his mouth, Severus sat back in his chair and turned his dark gaze to Draco in his position on the floor.

“Do you enjoy our visits?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Do you deserve to be punished?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Tell me why.”

“Because I wrecked the table Sir.” Draco replied, eyes on the floor.

“Is that all?”

“No Sir, I slept in this morning Sir.”

“You understand that I’m only punishing you because you deserve to be punished.”

“Yes Sir.”

“On your feet.” Severus ordered, leaning back in his chair as Draco rose and stood before him. “Now bend over the table.”

Taking his position, Draco braced his hands on the table and bent over at the waist. He was nude, as he’d been since the moment he arrived and with his legs spread shoulder width apart, the rounded cheeks of his arse were displayed perfectly. Getting to his feet, Severus stood behind him, admiring the pale unblemished skin of Draco’s back, unscarred unlike his own. Reaching out he ran a nimble fingered hand up the back of Draco’s thigh, caressing the curve of his arse with his thumb.

With a flick of his wand, Severus quickly transfigured a piece of cutlery into a switch. Testing its bend, he gave it a few practice swings; cutting through the air with a whistling sound. Draco tensed as if expecting a blow only to relax when it never came. Trailing the switch along Draco’s spine, Severus let it slip between Draco’s legs to tickle his bollocks before pulling back.

“You will count the strokes.” Severus said, letting the switch fly.

“One Sir.” Draco yelped, bum clenching at the sting just before another blow fell. “Two Sir.”

Ten strokes in all and Draco’s arse was a canvas of fiery red stripes, some overlapping but never breaking skin. Severus admired his work, running a finger over the marks as Draco whimpered. He’d collapsed against the table at five but he’d kept counting. Pressing a kiss to the small of his back, Severus helped Draco upright, holding him steady when his knees trembled.

“You’ve done very well, I want you to go and soak in the tub and then lay down for the rest of the evening, if you get hungry simply call a house elf and they will see to your needs.”

“Yes Sir, thank you Sir.” Draco replied, clutching the table to hold himself up as Severus moved away.


Severus stepped into the room a few hours later, the sun had long since gone down and the bedroom was lit with candles. Draco lay sprawled across the bed on his stomach. Waving his wand, Severus watched the bed linens slither around Draco’s wrists and ankles, binding him to the bed. Draco jerked awake, tugging at his restraints.

“Sir?” said Draco, his voice sleep roughened as he blinked into the dimly lit room.

“Did you think your punishment was over?”

“I- no Sir.”

Moving forward, by the time Severus reached the bed his clothes seemed to dissolve, leaving him to stand nude over Draco’s bound body. Reaching into his bedside drawer, Severus pulled out the muggle toy he’d gotten specifically for Draco. A toy familiar to both of them and with a flick of Severus’ wand Draco felt his hole stretch though he’d prepared himself after his bath. Another flick of his wand and Draco’s insides were coated effortlessly. Draco moaned, wiggling his hips against the mattress though he knew it wasn’t allowed, receiving a warning swat for his efforts.

Climbing up onto the bed to rest between Draco’s spread legs, Severus eased the toy into Draco slowly. Pressing back as much as he could, restrained as he was, Draco tried to force the toy deeper, faster. Rubbing a hand across Draco’s lower back, Severus resisted Draco’s urging. When the toy was fully seated, the base the only thing visible as it stretched Draco wide, Severus ran his thumb along the tender ring of muscle. Draco clenched around the toy, moaning into the pillow and Severus chuckled at his reaction.

“Would you like more?”

“Please.” Draco whined, thrusting against the mattress in hopes that it’d send the toy deeper inside him.

“Tell me,” Severus commanded, snaking a hand down to wrap around his cock. “What do you need?”

“Your- your cock… please.”

“Is this not good enough?” Nudging the toy with his free hand, Severus watched as Draco began to squirm.

“No- I… please… more.”

“More?”

Grabbing his wand, Severus tapped the base of the toy, smirking as it slowly started to buzz. Draco gasped, struggling to spread his legs despite the restraints as Severus stroked his own cock, teasing the slit with his thumb. Another tap and Draco cried out as the toy began to slide in and out, fucking him slowly, vibrating faster. Squeezing the head of his prick in his fist, Severus twisted his wrist, teasing himself as he tapped the toy again. Draco wailed, hips jerking as he shot across the mattress and Severus stroked faster, body tensing as he came. Panting, Severus groped for his wand, tapping the toy again to still it when he found it. Slowly easing the toy from Draco’s body, he dropped it on the bed and grabbed his wand again.

Releasing Draco with a flick of his wand Severus cast a quick cleansing charm on them both and the toy before tossing it back into the drawer. Draco rolled over slowly, a sleepy grin on his face and Severus collapsed down onto the bed beside him. Raising his arm Severus cast a silent nox and the candles went out one by one as Draco inched closer, resting his head on Severus’ shoulder.

“Thank you Sir.” Draco whispered, pressing a kiss to the closest stretch of skin. His entire body felt weightless, sated and as he closed his eyes, he couldn’t help but wonder what Severus had in store for Sunday.