Principles of Lust

Sunday

Something skittered across his lips and Draco turned his head, trying to bury his face in the pillow beneath him. Whatever it was didn’t seemed to be deterred by his movement, tickling across his ear, along the side of his neck, before running back up the side of his face. Groaning, Draco shook his head again before rolling back over and opening his eyes.

Severus sat beside him on the bed, already wrapped in his dressing gown; his hair wet as if he’d already had his bath. At Severus’ smirk, Draco realized he’d done it again and opened his mouth to apologize. Severus simply shook his head, running his thumb along the crease of Draco’s lips. Settling back against the pillows, Draco watched him warily, wondering if he’d be punished again for his infraction.

“Run yourself a bath and when you’re finished come back to bed.” Severus ordered, getting to his feet as Draco quickly rolled himself off the goose down mattress.

Rushing into the bathroom Draco quickly filled the tub, settling down amongst the bubbles with a sigh. His muscles ached, a pleasant reminder of the previous evenings activities. Running a hand down his chest Draco briefly fisted his cock, teasing himself as he remembered. He only had a few more hours left to enjoy Severus’ company and he planned to savor every second of it.

Pulling his hand away from his thickening prick, Draco washed himself quickly before settling back against the edge of the tub. He wasn’t sure if Severus planned to join him or if he wanted a few moments alone so he simply stayed where he was, letting the hot water and the scented oil relax him. The water made him feel weightless as he closed his eyes, letting his fingers run up his thigh, along his pelvic bone, skirting his cock as it slid on towards his navel. Dipping his finger inside it, he continued on, up to his chest where he pinched his nipples briefly. Playing was lovely but what he really wanted was Severus.

Hauling himself out of the bath, Draco grabbed one of the soft clean smelling towels to pat himself dry. When he was finished he walked slowly back into the bedroom, watching Severus sip his tea as he moved towards the bed. Sitting down on it, he quickly laid back, turning over onto his stomach to wait. He heard the click of china connecting as Severus set his teacup down and held his breath, wanting, waiting. He heard him move across the floor to stand beside the bed, the sound of his dressing gown as it slipped over his shoulders, down his arms to the floor.

Draco bit his lip as the bed dipped and went to spread his legs but Severus’ hand on his ankle stilled his movements. Severus’ fingers circled his ankle, his thumb caressing Draco’s Achilles heel. Stomach clenching, Draco waited only to yelp as he was suddenly flipped over onto his back. Keeping his grip on Draco’s ankle, Severus moved to kneel at the foot of the bed between Draco’s spread legs.

Sliding his fingers along Draco’s skin, Severus slowly moved up to his calves, tickling the back of his knees to lightly scrape his nails along the sensitive skin of Draco’s inner thighs. Legs spreading wider as Severus moved closer on his knees, Draco tilted his hips up, cock hard and begging for attention. With a little shake of his head, Severus leaned down, Draco’s thighs bracketing his shoulders as he pressed a kiss to Draco’s hip.

Another kiss was dropped to the crease between hip and thigh as Draco’s hips bucked. A slight stinging bite to his inner thigh calmed him and Draco began to pant as Severus gripped his knees, spreading him open as his mouth traveled lower. Past his cock, Draco bit his lip as Severus pressed a tender kiss to his bollocks. A second kiss followed shortly by a warm wet tongue and Draco gasped, stretching to grip the backs of his knees. Severus growled his approval, moving his newly freed hands to tilt Draco’s hips.

Holding himself open, Draco felt Severus’ press sucking kisses past his bollocks, laving his perineum as his tongue swirled down to flutter across Draco’s hole. Draco keened, fingernails digging into the tender flesh at the back of his knees as Severus pressed closer. Stiffening his tongue, Severus dragged it across the winking hole as Draco tried to force that wicked tongue inside himself. Using his thumbs to hold Draco open, Severus pressed harder, drilling his tongue into the squirming body beneath him.

Draco let out a sob of pleasure, aching to take his prick in his hand and bring himself to release but he held off. Severus moved his thumb, sliding it over to tease the sensitive flesh even as he continued to plunder the slowly loosening hole with his tongue. Slipping his thumb inside he pressed it deep as Draco strained to take him deeper. With his free hand, he grabbed the lube he’d placed on the bed as Draco bathed. Dipping his fingers into the slippery oil, he coated his cock, circling the head with his thumb.

“Please…” Draco whimpered, eyes trained on Severus’ cock as it glistened. “Please fuck me…”

“Do you want it?”

“Yes!”

“Do you need it?” Severus asked, pulling his hand away from Draco as he moved to fit himself even closer between Draco’s widespread knees.

“Merlin yes!” Draco replied, tightening his grip as he held himself open like an offering. “Please!”

Gripping his cock tightly, Severus let it slide across Draco’s hole. Draco whined, pressing back to take him inside even as Severus pressed forward. Slowly, smoothly, Severus slipped in as Draco moaned. Hitting bottom, Severus felt his bollocks rest against the smooth skin of Draco’s arse. Draco gave his hips a roll and Severus tightened his grip, holding him still. Pulling back he watched as his cock slipped almost completely out before pressing back in.

Draco gasped, watching Severus as he watched his cock, brows furrowed in concentration as he pulled back again. Holding Draco steady, Severus pulled him back to meet his thrusts. Head lolling from side to side Draco felt the heavy drag of flesh, every ridge and vein as Severus fucked him slowly. Every inward thrust produced a jolt, running up his spine to the base of his cock. Releasing his knees Draco slipped a hand down, gripping his prick as he used the other to tug at his nipples. Severus eyes grew hooded, watching him intently as Draco tightened his grip on his cock, pulling faster.

The faster he stroked the harder Severus thrust and Draco cried out, fingers slipping as Severus pummeled his prostate. The sheets stuck to his skin as he jolted across them but Draco didn’t care, rocking his hips to signal his desire for more, harder. Muscles tensing, Draco teased his foreskin back, rubbing the head of his cock roughly as he cried out, the first shot of cum hitting his chest. Severus’ thrusts grew rougher as Draco clamped down around him and he cursed, hips stuttering as he filled Draco’s arse.


Fully dressed once again, Draco stood in the receiving room, staring at the fireplace that would take him back to Malfoy Manor. He didn’t want to go, he wanted to turn around, strip down and start the weekend over again but he knew it was impossible. His mother would become hysterical and his father would do whatever he had to, to please his mother. Feeling the familiar weight of familial responsibility settling across his shoulders once again, he stiffened his spine and dipped his fingers into the pot of floo powder on the mantle.

Severus stood a few feet away from him, hands clasped behind his back at the base of his spine. He didn’t speak and Draco wished for a moment that Severus would pull him back, order him not to leave but again he knew it wouldn’t happen. Severus had his own responsibilities to attend to. Stepping closer to the fireplace Draco paused, turning back to look at the stern face of his godfather. Though there was no smile on his face, Draco could practically feel the heat in his dark eyes and he let that heat bolster his spirit. Throwing his handful of floo powder into the fireplace he called out his destination as he stepped into the flames.