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A for Effort
Title: “A” for Effort
Prompt: 42. Established relationship. Lucius has a kink that he haven't told anyone about, Severus discovers it by accident, or because Lucius tells him. (Severus/Lucius Romance Fest)
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It was that time of year again. Parent/Professor conferences. It absolutely irritated the piss out of him that he had to take time out of his day, away from his lab, to talk to the parents of insufferable spoiled brats: students who were entrusted to him for enlightenment and inspiration. These students, if they only had something other than marshmallows for brains, just might have the opportunity to learn from him the subtle art of potion making. Begrudgingly, he was off to Professor Dumbledore’s office to join the other faculty members for the first round of meetings.
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Walking around the dank, dark, empty potions classroom always brought chills to Lucius Malfoy. Passing by the wooden desks where children sat, terrified to even breath wrong… the thought was almost too delicious for the Slytherin to imagine. With black-gloved hands, he caressed each desk as he progressed to the front of the class, pausing only when he arrived at his lover’s desk. The leather chair was still warm! Severus had been here only moments ago! He was irritated that he had missed his opportunity to seduce Severus before his appointment in the headmaster’s office. In a pout, he sat down on his lover’s seat. The firmness of it under his supple arse was almost too much for the blonde to handle. Sitting there, with his toned arms almost melting into the armrests, his heart beat began to rise. His blood pressure was not the only thing to rise. He tried unsuccessfully to will his erection down. I must not think of him, I must not think of him. I have a meeting in mere minutes. Just hold off for now. Yet, somehow his hand found its way into his trousers. The countless hours that his lover spent in this seat, hours that he was denied his company, hours that he shattered the delusional hopes of those detestable mudbloods… Lucius Malfoy could barely breathe, his blood pressure rising through the ceiling. It was as if the chair had captured Severus’ power and aura and was now radiating it through Lucius’s body. It was deliciously sinful!
Failing mudbloods. He gasped, tension building in him.
Red slashes across the parchment. “Oh, God.” The Slytherin’s cock was aching.
The self-esteem of blood traitors crushed. “Oh, Severus.”
The frequency of his strokes was increasing every second.
Tears in their eyes! “Severus!” Lucius’ shaft was pulsing and on the brink of release.
The rich leather against his porcelain skin. “Oh. Fuck. Yes!”
The very thought of the power that rests in his lover’s chair was intoxicating. “Severus, I’m coming.”
“Oh, Sev…er…us!” His climax was intense--just the thought of his potions master, performing his duties in this very chair, pushed him over the edge.
As Lucius was about to wave his wand to clean the juices of his orgasm, he looked up and saw Snape frozen in front of his desk.
“Severus, I didn’t see you there. I beg you to forgive me for my momentary indiscretion.” Lucius tried to regain his composure.
“Why didn’t you wait for me?” Snape’s pain and disappointment was heartbreaking. “Why did you simply tend to your own needs?”
“Severus my love, I arrived before my scheduled appointment to surprise you, however I was too late to catch you. Please don’t be angry.”
“Do I not meet your needs? Am I not worth waiting for?” Snape’s onyx eyes radiated pain.
“Yes love, you are, but once I sat in your seat …”
“I see. My seat does it for you, but I do not,” Snape replied in a cold, callous tone.
“Severus.” Lucius grasped Snape’s hand. He looked deep into the dark eyes of his lover. “Please, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I could feel your presence when I sat down. I thought of you and the next thing I knew, my hand was in my trousers. I actually figured it would be most beneficial to both of us for me to handle the situation. It’s been so long since we have had time together, and with the other members of the Hogwarts faculty in the meeting with us, I didn’t want to risk anyone finding out about us.”
“I do understand your reasoning. We can discuss this later. Please hand me my grading parchment on the desk: it’s time for Draco’s conference.” With that, Severus turned on his heel and exited his classroom.
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“Young Draco has shown progress in his efforts thus far this term. He does tend to be a bit chatty at times…”
Blah, blah, blah. How can I even listen to Minerva McGonagall while sitting directly across from my brooding lover? I am quite displeased by my lack of restraint in pleasuring myself in his classroom; but sitting in his chair, his throne of power, his essence washed over me and ensnared me. Looking at him now--his authority, his supremacy, his utter control at all times--is so intoxicatingly maddening. Bloody hell, I need to stop touching myself every time I think of him! I’m a Malfoy. Malfoys are known for their… "
“Wouldn’t you agree, Mr. Malfoy?” questioned Professor McGonagall.
“Hmm, Yes. Yes, I agree completely.” Lucius quickly focused on the panel of professors who were looking at him curiously. He looked quickly to Snape, who smiled in amusement. Lucius knew he had just been caught daydreaming. He was quite sure that his own master of Legilimens knew exactly what he had been thinking about. He only hoped that no one had caught him momentarily touching himself.
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What is wrong with me today? There is just something about being in my beloved’s domain that is absolutely exhilarating, thought the blonde. I just need to touch him, need to glorify him and deliver the homage that he is due. At that moment, a very sinister idea came to Lucius. “Yes,” he smirked to himself. “That’ll do quite well.”
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“Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, please, come in,” Professor McGonagall warmly invited in the foul blood traitors.
Lucius seized this moment to enter the room undetected. He slithered in using his invisibility cloak and positioned himself under the meeting room’s table, directly in front of Professor Severus Snape. If his father could see him now, a Malfoy on his knees, he’d be hexed for sure!
As each teacher took turns commenting on the Weasley children’s abilities, or lack of them, Lucius began gingerly moving the Slytherin teacher’s robes aside. Having exposed the potion master’s cock, Lucius gently slid the milky white legs apart. Lucius delicately kissed Snape’s inner thigh, noticing the effort it was taking his lover to not move a single muscle. With each kiss, Snape’s cock twitched in anticipation, waiting for his lover’s touch.
Just as Lucius took Severus into his mouth, it was the potion master’s turn to comment on the Weasley brats. Snape, exerting his utmost control and professionalism began, “Mr. Weasley does not always pay attention in class.” What does Lucius think he’s doing! I am in a parent/professor conference, for the love of all that is holy! “Homework is often passed in late or poorly done. You need to be firm with him.” Holy shit Lucius, be firm with me. “When he is working on a long term project at home, build in time for frequent check-ins of his progress.” Frequent…check-ins of my aching prick. “Take time …” Take time. Take time to engulf me. Take time to take me all the way down your throat; yes lover, like that. Take time to rhythmically massage me, to lick me from my firm base, all the way to my weeping slit. “Take time to make sure he is paying attention to every detail.” Yes Lucius, you are paying attention to my details. I love how you lick my sensitive crown, open my slit gently with your tongue, massage my balls in your mouth. “And make sure that he sees his commitments through to the end.” Now bring me to my climax Lucius.
It absolutely amazed and astounded Lucius how his lover was always cool, calm, focused, and in control. The sheer discipline that that man possessed was more arousing than anything he had ever witnessed. Lucius Malfoy was both amazed and proud of his lover, Severus Snape.
Prompt: 42. Established relationship. Lucius has a kink that he haven't told anyone about, Severus discovers it by accident, or because Lucius tells him. (Severus/Lucius Romance Fest)
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It was that time of year again. Parent/Professor conferences. It absolutely irritated the piss out of him that he had to take time out of his day, away from his lab, to talk to the parents of insufferable spoiled brats: students who were entrusted to him for enlightenment and inspiration. These students, if they only had something other than marshmallows for brains, just might have the opportunity to learn from him the subtle art of potion making. Begrudgingly, he was off to Professor Dumbledore’s office to join the other faculty members for the first round of meetings.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Walking around the dank, dark, empty potions classroom always brought chills to Lucius Malfoy. Passing by the wooden desks where children sat, terrified to even breath wrong… the thought was almost too delicious for the Slytherin to imagine. With black-gloved hands, he caressed each desk as he progressed to the front of the class, pausing only when he arrived at his lover’s desk. The leather chair was still warm! Severus had been here only moments ago! He was irritated that he had missed his opportunity to seduce Severus before his appointment in the headmaster’s office. In a pout, he sat down on his lover’s seat. The firmness of it under his supple arse was almost too much for the blonde to handle. Sitting there, with his toned arms almost melting into the armrests, his heart beat began to rise. His blood pressure was not the only thing to rise. He tried unsuccessfully to will his erection down. I must not think of him, I must not think of him. I have a meeting in mere minutes. Just hold off for now. Yet, somehow his hand found its way into his trousers. The countless hours that his lover spent in this seat, hours that he was denied his company, hours that he shattered the delusional hopes of those detestable mudbloods… Lucius Malfoy could barely breathe, his blood pressure rising through the ceiling. It was as if the chair had captured Severus’ power and aura and was now radiating it through Lucius’s body. It was deliciously sinful!
Failing mudbloods. He gasped, tension building in him.
Red slashes across the parchment. “Oh, God.” The Slytherin’s cock was aching.
The self-esteem of blood traitors crushed. “Oh, Severus.”
The frequency of his strokes was increasing every second.
Tears in their eyes! “Severus!” Lucius’ shaft was pulsing and on the brink of release.
The rich leather against his porcelain skin. “Oh. Fuck. Yes!”
The very thought of the power that rests in his lover’s chair was intoxicating. “Severus, I’m coming.”
“Oh, Sev…er…us!” His climax was intense--just the thought of his potions master, performing his duties in this very chair, pushed him over the edge.
As Lucius was about to wave his wand to clean the juices of his orgasm, he looked up and saw Snape frozen in front of his desk.
“Severus, I didn’t see you there. I beg you to forgive me for my momentary indiscretion.” Lucius tried to regain his composure.
“Why didn’t you wait for me?” Snape’s pain and disappointment was heartbreaking. “Why did you simply tend to your own needs?”
“Severus my love, I arrived before my scheduled appointment to surprise you, however I was too late to catch you. Please don’t be angry.”
“Do I not meet your needs? Am I not worth waiting for?” Snape’s onyx eyes radiated pain.
“Yes love, you are, but once I sat in your seat …”
“I see. My seat does it for you, but I do not,” Snape replied in a cold, callous tone.
“Severus.” Lucius grasped Snape’s hand. He looked deep into the dark eyes of his lover. “Please, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I could feel your presence when I sat down. I thought of you and the next thing I knew, my hand was in my trousers. I actually figured it would be most beneficial to both of us for me to handle the situation. It’s been so long since we have had time together, and with the other members of the Hogwarts faculty in the meeting with us, I didn’t want to risk anyone finding out about us.”
“I do understand your reasoning. We can discuss this later. Please hand me my grading parchment on the desk: it’s time for Draco’s conference.” With that, Severus turned on his heel and exited his classroom.
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“Young Draco has shown progress in his efforts thus far this term. He does tend to be a bit chatty at times…”
Blah, blah, blah. How can I even listen to Minerva McGonagall while sitting directly across from my brooding lover? I am quite displeased by my lack of restraint in pleasuring myself in his classroom; but sitting in his chair, his throne of power, his essence washed over me and ensnared me. Looking at him now--his authority, his supremacy, his utter control at all times--is so intoxicatingly maddening. Bloody hell, I need to stop touching myself every time I think of him! I’m a Malfoy. Malfoys are known for their… "
“Wouldn’t you agree, Mr. Malfoy?” questioned Professor McGonagall.
“Hmm, Yes. Yes, I agree completely.” Lucius quickly focused on the panel of professors who were looking at him curiously. He looked quickly to Snape, who smiled in amusement. Lucius knew he had just been caught daydreaming. He was quite sure that his own master of Legilimens knew exactly what he had been thinking about. He only hoped that no one had caught him momentarily touching himself.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*
What is wrong with me today? There is just something about being in my beloved’s domain that is absolutely exhilarating, thought the blonde. I just need to touch him, need to glorify him and deliver the homage that he is due. At that moment, a very sinister idea came to Lucius. “Yes,” he smirked to himself. “That’ll do quite well.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, please, come in,” Professor McGonagall warmly invited in the foul blood traitors.
Lucius seized this moment to enter the room undetected. He slithered in using his invisibility cloak and positioned himself under the meeting room’s table, directly in front of Professor Severus Snape. If his father could see him now, a Malfoy on his knees, he’d be hexed for sure!
As each teacher took turns commenting on the Weasley children’s abilities, or lack of them, Lucius began gingerly moving the Slytherin teacher’s robes aside. Having exposed the potion master’s cock, Lucius gently slid the milky white legs apart. Lucius delicately kissed Snape’s inner thigh, noticing the effort it was taking his lover to not move a single muscle. With each kiss, Snape’s cock twitched in anticipation, waiting for his lover’s touch.
Just as Lucius took Severus into his mouth, it was the potion master’s turn to comment on the Weasley brats. Snape, exerting his utmost control and professionalism began, “Mr. Weasley does not always pay attention in class.” What does Lucius think he’s doing! I am in a parent/professor conference, for the love of all that is holy! “Homework is often passed in late or poorly done. You need to be firm with him.” Holy shit Lucius, be firm with me. “When he is working on a long term project at home, build in time for frequent check-ins of his progress.” Frequent…check-ins of my aching prick. “Take time …” Take time. Take time to engulf me. Take time to take me all the way down your throat; yes lover, like that. Take time to rhythmically massage me, to lick me from my firm base, all the way to my weeping slit. “Take time to make sure he is paying attention to every detail.” Yes Lucius, you are paying attention to my details. I love how you lick my sensitive crown, open my slit gently with your tongue, massage my balls in your mouth. “And make sure that he sees his commitments through to the end.” Now bring me to my climax Lucius.
It absolutely amazed and astounded Lucius how his lover was always cool, calm, focused, and in control. The sheer discipline that that man possessed was more arousing than anything he had ever witnessed. Lucius Malfoy was both amazed and proud of his lover, Severus Snape.