Of Walls and Jealous Malfoys

Severus stepped out of the Floo, immediately accosted by the deep throb of bass that shook the centuries old foundations of Malfoy Manor.

Since Draco had inherited the estate, the ancestral home frequently played host to the heir and his boyfriend, as they entertained numerous wild parties and invited any number of unsavoury characters. Unsavoury to Severus’ eye, anyway. The vast majority of Draco’s guests were young, attractive and very male.

When Harry had kissed him lightly on the cheek before leaving, excitedly promising to be no later than midnight, Severus had grit his teeth and waved him away impatiently, assuring himself that valuable research could only be accomplished when one was not continually being waylaid by cock-hungry Gryffindors.

Keeping his own company, Severus reflected, had once been a pleasurable pastime. He would begrudgingly admit, and only to himself, that this was no longer the case. Not since Harry Potter had gate-crashed his life, almost three years to the day. Unable to concentrate on reading, Severus blamed it on the deafening silence of the house, and threw Floo powder and himself into the fireplace, determined to make certain Harry was behaving.

A shower of green flames transported him from peace and tranquillity, directly into the bowels of what had once been the Manor’s lavish ballroom. Benefitting from Draco’s influence, it now bore the garish hallmarks of a cheap sex club. Lucius would be spinning in his marble-fashioned mausoleum if he knew.

None of the gathered party-goers heard the deep rumble of discontent in Severus’ throat as his eyes scanned the vast room, hunting down the one solitary man he emphatically wished to see standing alone, aloof from such crazed licentiousness.

Every corner held silhouettes of hard, male bodies, some engaged in the slow, erotic dance of seduction, others concealed in shadows, rutting feverishly. Severus inhaled the harsh odour of perspiration married with the unmistakeable stench of sex, and fought back the rising nausea. If Harry was a part of this...

Beams of light dissected the air at random intervals, strong blue interspersed with red and green, daubing garish hues across the sea of moving bodies. Severus’ hand felt for the wall, comforting in its solidity as he caught sight of Harry, lit suddenly in a strobe of green.

It could have been the tousled hairstyle of a hundred different young men, from the rear view Severus was afforded; but the lean lines of that torso, his fingers knew them well. The curve of neck, his lips held the memory of mapping countless times. The partially obscured side profile he glimpsed when the man moved, entwined around his aristocratic companion, revealed the achingly familiar corner of his mouth, relaxed in enjoyment; the same infectious smile he himself had fallen prey to.

Severus watched his lover’s fingers stroking up Draco’s forearm, and curling around the translucent, veined skin of bicep. His stomach threatened to revolt when Harry’s other hand playfully ruffled the smooth blond hair, and Severus wanted to turn away, or close his eyes, anything to prevent the imminent flare of jealousy. He could not bear the ferocious attention Harry garnered from certain admirers, and until recently, Draco’s playful flirtatiousness with Harry hadn’t particularly bothered him. But witnessing it in this environment, seduced as they must be by the sexually charged accompaniment of sight, sound and smell, he could feel the chemistry simmering between them.

Pushing away from the wall determinedly, Severus faltered when Draco fisted Harry’s shirt and tugged it. Harry stumbled forward and flung his arms around Draco’s neck, eyes sparkling in amusement as Draco caught him firmly by his low slung jeans.

Severus did not try to repress the snarl that broke loose as he set off across the room, unmindful of the writhing couples in his path.

Harry yelped at the sudden pressure on his arm, his free hand instinctively reaching for his wand.

“Having fun, Potter?” Severus growled, slamming his chest into Harry’s back, hands reclaiming the curve of hipbone Draco had so recently relinquished.

Displaying the good sense all Malfoys are born with when facing an awkward situation, Draco melted into the crowd and vanished.

Harry tried to turn in the tight circle of arms, but Severus held him firmly. “Care to explain that intriguing little display of erotica?”

“I – we were just dancing,” Harry protested, arching his neck as Severus’ angry breath rushed across his skin.

“Dancing?” he scoffed, cupping Harry’s chin and turning it to the nearest corner, “dancing like the whores you see there? Or perhaps,” he twisted Harry’s head in the opposite direction, “you and Draco intended to ‘dance’ in a similar fashion to that couple. A dance as old as time.”

Harry did struggle then, “No! Of course not! Only you, Severus, I’d never do that with anyone else!”

“Do such demonstrations of public intimacy stimulate you? Did you plan to give those in attendance a personal demonstration of your own sexual aptitude? Would it feed your perverse thrill, Potter, to know these individuals garner pleasure from observing your animalistic rutting?”

Snape’s one armed stronghold tightened around Harry’s waist, the other drifting down to graze his cock.

“No – I – not here, want to go somewhere private,” Harry groaned, letting his chin fall to his chest.

“Really?” Severus sneered, “because from where I was standing, and believe me Potter, I had an excellent view, you seemed perfectly happy to be mauled in front of an audience.”

Severus punctuated his accusation with a squeeze, somewhat pacified to feel Harry reacting to his touch.

“Take me home,” Harry begged, canting his hips and thrusting his arse firmly into Severus’ groin. “I swear, Severus, I was minutes away from coming home to you.”

Severus bared his teeth in outrage and hustled Harry through the crowd, slamming him up against the cool wall. “You dare to admit this? That upon finding yourself aroused by Draco Malfoy,” he spat, “you would then seek my company as consolation?”

Furious hands grappled with the buckle of a belt, snapping it open effortlessly. Harry groaned and flattened his palms against the cool stone, shaking his head insistently to renounce the obscene allegations Severus continued to make, even whilst working the fly of his jeans open.

“I didn’t do anything wrong!” Harry cried out, as Severus shoved his trousers and pants down and kicked the heels of his trainers in impatient warning.

Harry obeyed and spread his legs as wide as the twisted cloth binding his knees would allow, yet his submission was merely rewarded with mocking commentary.

“Such a slut, Potter,” Snape taunted, fingers delving straight into the damp cleft of Harry’s arse, “I wonder how many other men you have allowed to take you this way, or do your preferences lie only in doll-faced purebloods?”

“Half-blood Princes,” Harry said through gritted teeth, the invasive lubrication of a spell softening and greasing the walls of his passage, “and nasty ex Professors.”

Severus scraped his teeth along Harry’s shoulder, mapping the straight, lean lines of his body with confident hands, resting lightly where the swell turned from sweaty, tanned back into firm buttocks. He watched the two hard globes ripple with each vibration of the wall, music pounding through every sinew, feeling smug until he noticed Harry deliberately clenching. Enraged by such a blatant rebuff, Severus chased the tension away with a stinging slap, placated when Harry hissed sharply in dissent.

Running his fingers up the inside of a tremulous thigh, Severus collected the trickle of escaped lubricant, rubbing the sleek substance between his thumb and forefinger. He slipped them through Harry’s meagre defence and brushed his hole, pressing lightly at first, forgetting how to breathe when Harry jolted backwards onto the tip of his finger.

“Well?” he said roughly, blinking back the urge to forego the stretching and sink himself deep, “shall I leave you here for any passing stranger to take advantage of?” Another push, another finger.

Harry’s head lolled forward, neck muscles straining as he grunted, “Please, Severus.”

Slide in, slide out. Slick, ridged walls, squeezing around his fingers. Merlin, he would never willingly give this up to anyone. He’d see Azkaban before letting Harry leave him. “Please what, Potter?”

“You know what, you bastard,” Harry growled, repeatedly shifting his tenuous contact with the flat wall, clammy palms slipping on the smooth surface.

Severus sheltered Harry’s back, reaching round to palm the throbbing cock as his own pressed impatiently against the back of his hand, partially hidden between the snug cleft.

“Am I to understand you have no shame in allowing these people to watch as I take you?”

Three fingers, a definite stretch. Harry groaned with such painstaking longing that Severus felt the effect instantly, the hardness firming to the point of tenderness.

His mouth found Harry’s ear, “As you wish. Brace yourself.”

Palm splayed, Severus pushed Harry firmly against the wall. Both hands grabbed roughly at Harry’s arse, massaging the cheeks apart and letting his cock slide through the dampness.

Harry’s cheek hit the wall with the force of Severus’ entry, his loud shout lost in the throbbing beat of screaming music. Steadying the slim hips, Severus stayed seated and willed his lungs to catch air, the animalistic scent that filled the room no longer anything less than an aphrodisiac. Harry’s sweat, leaked pre-come, and hot, sweet breath, heavy with some indistinguishable alcoholic tang, infused Severus’ nostrils.

“Wait, wait!” Harry cried, twisting his neck to look at him, and Severus knew it was a plea for intimacy and not a protest at the abruptness of his punishing entry.

One hand clamped across Harry’s stomach, Severus pulled Harry against him, finding his lips and taking them with little care and much possessiveness. Harry broke away gasping and leant his forehead against the cool stone.

“Move, Gods, please move.”

Severus obliged willingly, synchronising his thrusts in time to the bass, dragging Harry’s hips back to meet each punishing drive. All around them, other couples moved to the same beat and Severus felt the heat rise quickly, dragging his balls tight.

“Make yourself come,” he rasped, voice cracking with the pressure of not succumbing to his own unstable orgasm too soon.

Harry’s hand flew from the wall to his cock, face collapsing into the crook of his arm, braced elbow to wrist in an effort to hold still.

Lights flashed overhead, Harry’s hair looked green, blue, red, his rolling hips perfect under Severus’ bruising grip, the skin giving way to the pinch of fingernails.

Streams of perspiration tickled the back of Severus’ neck, the heat in the room and something else drawing his knees to lock and shake. A glance over his shoulder; Draco watching, eyes wide and briefly green in the ever changing strobe light, perhaps hues of jealousy, lust, certainly. Severus narrowed his eyes and sneered in triumph, turning back to seize Harry’s hair in a near painful grip, pulling back to claim his mouth as victoriously as he claimed his body. The cloying atmosphere rushed at him, the sudden cry Harry poured into his mouth as he tensed and came, the tight, hot heat and spasm of flesh around his cock strangled his climax from him. With a slam forceful enough to leave the wall with an imprint of Harry’s ridged stomach, Severus came hard, a hand finding and covering Harry’s, still urgently milking the last tremors of pleasure from his body.

Falling forward across Harry’s back, his cock jerked again as warm fluid dribbled onto his fingers. The rush of excited blood dulled the sharpness of the music. The tight sphere that kept Harry the centre of focus eradicated the envious stares cast their way. Even Draco’s daggers hitting the target on his shaky back did nothing to diminish his euphoria.

“Perhaps,” Severus said in a light tone he knew Harry would recognise as a very real warning , “you might entertain the idea of accompanying me home now you have given your dubious associates such a magnificent performance.”

Harry’s chest continued to heave as he struggled to catch his breath, Severus idly smeared wet fingers through the shallow channels between each hard ridge of Harry’s stomach. “I – God – that was – you should come here more often,” Harry panted.

“You are excited by such exhibitionism?” It was more accusation than question. Spent and softened, Severus prick slipped out and Harry shuddered against him.

He spun to face Severus and leant against the wall, trousers still obscenely gathered around his calves, the tip of his cock visible just below the hem of his shirt. “Only if you’re the one exhibiting with me.”

Severus leaned in and claimed Harry’s mouth with a quick, brutal kiss, unmindful of knocking his head against the wall.

“Besides,” Harry said, green gaze lit up in flash of brilliant white, “now everyone knows I’m yours. As it should be.”

Dropping to nuzzle Harry’s neck, Severus agreed, “As it should be.”

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