A First Time for Everything

Dinners with Lucius are always interesting -- not precisely relaxing, but the food and conversation are first rate. The subjects range from Ministry political maneuvering to the latest developments in archaeomagology to who has done what to whom, for whom, and where the bodies are buried. Severus enjoys the chance to converse with someone his intellectual equal, as well as the usual dénouement to the evening: a session of mind-bending, ball-draining, marathon sex. However, Severus has been doing much thinking of late -- enjoyable thoughts about his longtime paramour, and how perhaps the tables might be turned. They are having dessert when Severus makes his inflammatory proclamation, after which he takes a sip of his cognac and looks quite smug.

"Really?" Lucius's left eyebrow twitches before he schools his face into an expression of mild interest. "What makes you say that?"

Severus sets his glass down on the table, pausing as if to gather his thoughts, "Quite simply, bottoms must possess a greater degree of physical endurance and mental agility." Lucius is a very handsome man, but he was at one time a very pretty boy -- he still feels that he has to prove to himself. Picking up the glass again, Severus takes another sip, adding, "The experience of being a bottom is not for the fragile or inflexible."

As expected and hoped for, Lucius bristles. "Are you implying that you have more endurance, more mental strength, than I do?"

After all, Severus thinks sardonically, nobody can have more of anything than a Malfoy. It is precisely this mindset that he hopes to use to his advantage. Well, to their mutual advantage - Lucius will enjoy it, too.

Instead of replying, Severus sets his glass down again and regards Lucius very seriously. "This cognac is superb. Is there any more of that almond tart?"

"Of course there is, you smug bastard." Lucius irritably snaps his fingers for a house elf to bring some. The creature appears, places the tart in front of Severus and disappears again. The confection is one of his favorites, and the process of serving himself a large slice of it gives Lucius a chance to stew over his non-answer.

As Severus lifts his fork, Lucius stares at him levelly, challengingly. "I can take whatever you can dish out."

Severus smirks; Lucius's smooth tone hides nothing. "Really, Lucius, most tops are simply not flexible enough to bottom. It is nothing to be ashamed of, simply a difference in temperament." Smirk still in place, he takes a bite of tart, savoring the rich almond-flavored cream, and follows it with a sip of cognac. "And you, as we both know, are an absolute top -- not that I'm complaining."

"And you, Severus, are an incredibly manipulative bottom." Now that Severus has framed his challenge as a question of competence, Lucius is on it like a thestral after raw meat. "What is it that you think I'm not flexible enough to do?"

Severus is relishing this. While he and Lucius have been lovers for many years, in the beginning it was Lucius who had gently manipulated Severus. Indeed, everything he knows about manipulation he learned either from Lucius or Narcissa. Over the years, however, Severus's experiences and a desire to stay alive have honed that knowledge to razor sharpness.

"Tsk. You're acting as if this is a schoolboy bet." The bait has been taken much more thoroughly than he'd hoped. He continues, seeming to have to search for an example, "For instance, you'd never even think about being restrained, utterly immobile and subject to another's will. You like the freedom too much."

He and Lucius have done many things over the years, and nobody has ever topped Severus better. That familiarity allows him to read what others might not, and Severus can see Lucius trying to keep his face impassive as he struggles with that thought.

"I could... stand it," Lucius muses, "though it would not excite me in itself."

"Hmm. You could tolerate it, perhaps, yes. But a bottom -- as you know -- surrenders other acts of will when he puts on the restraints." The first time Lucius had tied him to his bed and been… Circe! There was no way to convey the violent arousal and need -- it had been overwhelming, even more so than his first orgasm. Severus drops his voice to a throaty purr. "I remember the first time you tied me to the bed. I had no idea what you were going to do to me."

Lucius smiles at the memory, his breath coming a little quicker. "Oh, I think you had some idea. And if I could expect similar treatment, at your mercy, that could be quite pleasurable indeed."

There is heat in Severus's groin now, his prick twitching at the mere thought of having Lucius at his questionable mercy - of making him beg. "I wouldn't be able to hold back, Lucius," he warns. "I wouldn't want to frighten you." But some part of him would want just that -- that dark, feral part of him that Lucius knows so well.

"Unless you secretly have a penchant for castration, Severus, I don't think that I need worry." Despite the lazy drawl, there is a distinct gleam in Lucius' pale grey eyes. "I'm no coward."

"No, you're not." Now Severus is fully hard -- and thankful for the hide-all-sins nature of a wizard's robes. Just to be sure, Severus flicks one last barb at his lover's considerable ego. "We should continue this tomorrow; to give you a chance to think about it and some time to cool down."

"You're a scheming bastard, Severus Snape." The admiring tone makes it quite clear that this is a most Slytherin compliment. "My answer tomorrow will be the same as it is tonight: Show me what you can do."

In answer, Severus leans across the table, grabs Lucius by his impeccable cravat, and kisses him hard, demanding entrance with his tongue. Lucius parts his lips immediately, and he returns the kiss with hunger and passion, growling into Severus' mouth. It is as much a test of dominance as it is a kiss and Severus finds it unspeakably arousing -- the fantasy is one thing, the reality astounds him and leaves him breathless.

Severus gets Lucius's lower lip in his teeth and nips it gently, growling back at him. "Do you really want to do this?" He grasps Lucius's cock and strokes it through his robe. "I won't hold back any more than you ever have with me."

Lucius bucks his hips toward the touch. "Yes. I do."

Severus continues the touch, coming around the small table and drawing Lucius to him. "Then this is how it will be. If you want this, you will be at the castle at six sharp, tomorrow evening." His lips twist in a gently cruel smile. "And tonight -- tonight, you will not pleasure yourself at all."

Lucius nods in assent and perhaps a little approval; he's enforced similar strictures on Severus before. "My, someone must have taught you well." He leans in for another kiss, and Severus permits it, keeping it more restrained than the first. "I'll be there -- and I'll behave myself tonight."

Severus breathes in his lover's ear, "Yes, you will -- and don't forget, Lucius, I learned from the very best." He gives a final squeeze to Lucius's prick, rubbing the head with his thumb.

* * *

Most of Lucius's preparation for the evening involves deep breathing and convincing himself he's not going to panic. It's going to be fine, he tells himself. He won't hurt you, except maybe in a good way. You know Severus. He won't -- well, he will take advantage of it, but no worse than you would, and he always liked that.... He had been surprised by Severus's suggestion over dinner, and he had responded thoughtlessly -- something Narcissa always chides him for -- and now that he has gotten himself into this mess, his pride won't allow him to back down. Not flexible enough, indeed. Fragile? Never.

Lucius bathes, anoints himself with a cologne he knows Severus likes, and dresses. If Severus is taking any cues from him, he won't stay dressed long, so the clothing doesn't matter much. Ten minutes before six, he is standing in front of the fireplace, watching the flames, reaching for the floo powder.

Severus is waiting by the floo in his study, stretched out on the sofa, book in hand. He looks relaxed and elegant, supremely confident as he glances up at Lucius's arrival. There is so much history between them -- decades' worth, now. Lucius was Severus's first lover, and yet the man still has mysteries to him.

"Good evening, Severus." Lucius smiles at him as he steps out of the fire, almost hiding his nervousness. "I trust you are well?"

Severus puts down the book, and smiles as he stands and goes to pull Lucius into his arms. "Quite well, especially now that you're here."

Lucius leans in to capture his mouth for a kiss. This is Severus, his friend, his lover. He trusts Severus --well, at least as much as he trusts anyone. He tries consciously to relax the tense muscles that contradict him.

Severus runs his hands down Lucius's back, strong fingers probing the tension from shoulder to tailbone; he deepens the kiss and then breaks away. "Are you sure, mi amore?"

Nothing to fear -- Lucius reminds himself -- not from Severus, not like this. "I'm sure. Do you remember how nervous you were, the first time? I do want to."

Nervous and close to coming all over himself at the same time, Lucius remembers, and he smiles into Severus's dark eyes. Severus takes Lucius's hand and leads him out of the study, down the hallway and up the stairs, stopping every so often to kiss and touch him possessively.

The analytical part of his mind admires the care Severus is taking with him, coaxing and soothing him to keep him from panicking. More immediately, however, he is focusing on the sensual pleasure of touch. As long as Severus stays with him, everything will be fine.

Severus stops just outside the door to his bedroom, puts Lucius's hand on the knob. "Open it." Ah, he did learn from the best, didn't he? He won't permit Lucius to just go for the ride; he is insisting that Lucius participate. Lucius shoots him a smoldering, hungry look, and opens the door.

He steps inside, feeling Severus's presence next to him. Severus shuts the door behind them, locks it, and places his hands on Lucius's shoulders.

The sight of the sling is a little intimidating, but thrilling, at the same time. He is quite familiar with it, having put Severus in it plenty of times, but this will be the first time he is bound in it himself. The leather is strong, soft with use, and fragrant, the chains that suspend it from the ceiling beam shine in the mellow light from the oil lamps. The restraints are magical chains that wrap around the person in the sling -- and will only respond to the top's command.

Lucius decides not to think too hard about what might happen once he's in the sling. Instead, he reaches for the clasps at the neck of his robes, and begins to unfasten them, watching Severus steadily.

"No." Gently, Severus pushes Lucius's hands away and puts them to his sides. He unclasps the neck, then works his way down the front. He pushes the robes from Lucius's shoulders and undoes the sash, letting them both fall to the floor.

This is the hard part of bottoming, Lucius thinks, standing still and letting someone else have control over all his actions -- doing nothing, while he is stripped bare. Yet, already, he is half-hard with anticipation. He is enough of a traditionalist that he refuses to wear anything under his robes and he can feel Severus's admiring gaze on his nudity, even if he refuses to react.

Severus, for his part, merely loosens his collar, gesturing Lucius to the sling, guiding him to it, one hand gently rubbing his back. Lucius settles into the sling with as much grace as he can manage. "Don't stop touching me," he says, leaving out or I may panic.

Severus does not answer, but leans over to plant slow, deliberate kisses over Lucius's face and neck, pressing him back into the sling with his body, hands going around Lucius's wrists. Lucius closes his eyes and focuses on Severus' touch. He won't back out, he won't.... When the sling's restraints close over his wrists, he is amazed to feel relief: backing out is no longer an option, and that takes a weight off his shoulders. Severus never told him it would feel like this: wanton, decadent, luxurious.

Severus feels Lucius's tension lessen -- the decision is made and in action. Severus knows the feeling well, and understands it completely. As much as Lucius might want this, he is still Lucius -- arrogant, willful, and sometimes a right pain in the arse, but Severus would not want him any other way. He brushes his hands down Lucius's body, marveling at the perfection of white skin, scarred here and there by duels, but still beautiful. Ignoring Lucius's stiffening cock -- for now -- Severus moves instead to push his legs apart.

"Open them for me, Lucius." He strokes his fingertips down his lover's lean thighs. "Spread your legs, lover."

Lucius obeys, slowly, and Severus gently eases them into the stirrups. So far so good. Lucius is still apprehensive, but not balking at all -- but Severus wants to play with a few limits, to make his lover beg for his pleasure, and he knows many ways to do that. He buckles the straps to gently restrain and stands back to admire his handiwork. Lucius's arms are bound to his sides, his legs lifted and spread to show his fully erect cock and heavy balls, and that too-gorgeous arse is scooted forward as if wantonly asking for it. He watches Severus watch him, looking vulnerable and helpless -- a first in all the time that they have known each other. Severus can't resist letting his hand rove after his eyes. His. All his. He licks the inside of one immobilized knee, traces his name down one thigh. He sees Lucius's apprehension, but also his arousal -- the warm pink flush creeping across his white skin.

Lucius shivers at the light, teasing touch. "Ah," he murmurs. "So good, Severus. More."

Severus represses a grin. He knew it -- Lucius is going to be a stroppy bottom. Lucius has always wanted to control everything, even when he can't -- and perhaps especially then. Still, it will do no harm to comply -- slowly, at his own pace. Feathery fingertip caresses stroke downward in random touches on chest, to nipples, to ribs, to the flat plain of his stomach, and them back up. Fingers rest to either side of a nipple, close about it slowly, inexorably, squeezing and pulling until the nipple is red and erect. Lucius gasps, head tilting back, as he tries to arch up into the sensation, greedy for more. It's amazing to see him like this -- and Severus wonders if Lucius feels like this watching him. If so, he understands why Lucius loves to top.

Lucius writhes in the restraints. This is half involuntary, and half applause -- part of what he loves about topping Severus is watching his reactions, so it only seems fair that he put on a show as well -- and if by chance, it happens to move his most sensitive spots closer to Severus's questing fingers, well, that's certainly no hardship either.

This time Severus chuckles, bending to nip at Lucius's captive nipple. He licks it, then blows on the now bright-rose bit of flesh. Lucius hisses at the cold air and strains upward, trying to encourage Severus's mouth to return. Severus pulls back, fingers still working at that nipple.

What a luxury this is, Lucius thinks, what hedonism. "Want you," he whispers. "I want you, Severus."

Severus shivers visibly. "Oh, you are hard to resist, Lucius." He slips one hand down to cup his lover's balls, tumbling them with his fingers. "But I haven't even started yet."

Oh, that feels wonderful. Severus knows so well how to touch him. "Well," he pants, "what are you waiting for, then?"

"Tsk. Toppy bottom." Severus trails his fingers up Lucius's cock, pulling back the foreskin from the glans, rubbing his fingers over the sensitive flesh.

"What... mmm... I hope you didn't... oh... expect me to... ah, like that... turn into someone else when the cuffs went on?"

Severus stops, grins down at Lucius, and drops his hand to rest between Lucius's arse cheeks. "No, and that's going to be the fun of it."

That grin makes Lucius extremely nervous -- but this time, for some reason, being nervous is a good thing. His prick twitches in anticipation. "What do you have in mind?"

Severus leans forward, rubbing his clothed body over Lucius's naked one. "Not telling."

"Can't blame me for trying, though, can you?" Lucius arches up, hoping to catch Severus's mouth in a kiss, fascinated by the contrast in textures.

"Brat," Severus purrs, and kisses him.

Lucius nips at Severus's tongue. "Somehow, I don't believe you're really upset." He gives Severus his best demon-charming smile.

In response, Severus pinches his arse. "Charming, beautiful brat -- but a brat." He chuckles, looking incredibly devious.

Lucius laughs, too, his eyes shining. "Is this the point where I'm supposed to suggest that you punish me?"

"Oh, no, lover. I'm going to do something so very much worse to you." He reaches for the slickest bottle of lubricant.

Lucius wriggles his arse suggestively. "Do you want to fuck me, Severus?"

Severus just grins that unsettling grin, uncaps the bottle and kneels between Lucius's legs. He lubes his fingers first, brushing oil over Lucius's arsehole, pressing a little harder each time. Lucius closes his eyes. He loves the look on Severus's face, and wants to watch him, but he doesn't get penetrated often and he knows he'll have to concentrate to relax -- especially if he's going to take something as big as Severus's prick.

The tip of Severus's index finger massages the tight pucker, presses, slips in. "Good?"

"Good," Lucius agrees. "Slowly. So good."

Severus pushes his finger in, pulls out. More lube. In again. Slow finger fucking, not too deep. He slips a second finger in.

Lucius moans at the stretch. Severus is so good to him, so gentle, so thorough. "Don't stop."

"Won't." Severus's breath comes a little faster, a little harsher. "You're fucking gorgeous, Lucius." Corkscrewing motion now, going a little deeper, and Lucius relaxes into it, the tight ring of muscle loosening. "Do you know that I always watch you come?"

"No, I... ah... didn't." His body is adjusting to the invasion, and he begins to move, encouraging Severus' fingers to fuck him. "Keep talking to me, Severus. I love your voice."

"From the night you first took me to bed. I thought it was the most amazing thing I'd ever seen -- you looked like a fallen angel." More lube, cool and wet, now that Lucius is moving his hips, wiggling as much as the restraints will allow. Another fraction and Severus slips in a third finger. "I never get tired of watching you. Even when you blindfold me, I can see it." His voice is growing harsh with need.

"Oh, yes, fuck yes, Severus… mmm… so hot." Lucius's cock pulses, neglected, in need of attention, but he knows that Severus is going to make him wait.

Severus stifles a groan. "Open up for me, lover. Open up for me. Let me show you how good it feels to surrender. Open up, my fallen angel, and let me in." More lube, another push, and --

Lucius can't suppress a gasp of shock as he feels himself stretched further. Severus -- Mordred, is Severus going to put his whole hand up Lucius's arse? It feels like he's being turned inside out. It's not possible, he can't, he can't, and he bears down to push the invader out -- and Severus slips his hand in to the wrist, coming to rest with his knuckles pressed against Lucius's prostate. "All right?" He pauses there, stroking Lucius's thigh.

Lucius holds very still, breathing deeply. He doesn't think he can move; Severus's fist in his arse is the only thing that matters, right now. "Yes," he remembers to say after a minute. "Good. Gently."

Severus kisses his thigh. "Gently. Like this?" He rocks his hand a little, pulling back, pushing forward a bit, rotate a little more, and amazingly, Lucius feels his muscles begin to relax and adjust.

"Yes. Like that." Slowly, Lucius opens his eyes and meets Severus's fever-bright gaze. "You can move... a little more."

"Like this?" The look on Severus's face is focused, intense, the way he gets in the most dangerous stages of brewing extremely tricky potions. All for me, Lucius realizes. That focus is all for me.

Lucius refuses to think too hard about what he's doing right now. He will concentrate on how his arse feels, and not what is happening to it. And it feels... "Almost... lower, lower.... ah, there."

Severus looks up, and stops. He smirks wickedly.

Lucius glares. "Why did you stop moving?"

"You see, Lucius, I could -- for instance -- do this." Severus finds that walnut-sized nub and strums it with his fingers. "Or this." A slightly different version.

Lucius's eyes roll back in his head and he makes a strangled little whimper.

"But if you don't quit giving orders, I not only won't do this," he repeats the action, "but this, or this, or that." He rubs his knuckles back and forth over said nub, to demonstrate.

"Ah... fuck, Severus, don't stop." Lucius can barely focus a pleading look on Severus's face.

"I'm sorry, I didn't... quite... hear you." One final strum and he stops, his hand still in Lucius's arse.

With effort, Lucius bites back on the scream. "More," he says, urgently, and when this fails to provoke a response, he grinds out, "please."

Severus smiles and resumes with a much lighter touch.

Lucius moves like he's trying to squirm down on Severus's hand, like he could take the whole forearm and still not be satisfied. His breathing is loud and ragged, and punctuated with little helpless moans and sighs.

Severus grins -- his arse has been in the sling often enough that he knows just what to do to drive Lucius out of his mind. He has had some of the best teachers on that score -- and he has always found a deep satisfaction in applying whatever he might learn. Slowly he increases the speed and pressure, occasionally strumming his fingers over Lucius's prostate, but giving no stimulation to his cock.

"Please, Sev -- Ssseverusss -- please, more, there!" Lucius's control deserts him entirely; his cheeks flush red with the humiliation of begging.

It's a first, and the words coming from that thin-lipped mouth make Severus want to comply. When this is over, Severus is going to fuck Lucius so hard that he'll feel it next week, but for now it's so much fun to make him beg.

"Where? You have to be very specific. Lucius. Here?" He lowers his mouth and licks Lucius' balls, reveling in the salty taste of the skin, and the musky scent of an aroused male.

Lucius chokes on the moan of shock and pleasure. "Oh, fuck, yes.... please... suck them...."

Severus does not suck, but gives short little licks with the tip of his tongue, denying Lucius the sensation he needs to come, making him writhe and plead.

Finally, Lucius growls in frustration. "Bloody hell, Severus, what do you want from me?"

Severus just smiles and gives one long, broad-tongued lick from root to tip. "More."

"Anything, Severus, anything you want, but please, fuck, let me come!"

Severus stops, takes his hand out of that tight heat, and leans in so that his lips brush Lucius's cheekbone. "I am going to make you come," he promises. "I am going to make you come so hard, Lucius, that your semen will hit the ceiling, and then, when it's over -- I am going to leave you tied up while I have my pleasure of you."

Lucius looks like he wants to object to that last part -- Malfoys never lose control, after all -- but he's too distracted by the first. "Please," he whispers. "Please do." He stretches forward in the restraints, trying to reach Severus' mouth for another kiss.

Oh, yes, this is what he wants. He kisses Lucius forcefully, tangling his fingers in that now utterly disheveled hair before stepping back and stripping off his own clothes. He takes the lube and coats his hand with it again -- reintroducing it into Lucius' arse before taking Lucius's cock in his mouth.

Lucius moans in abandon, and his prick pulses in the wet heat of Severus's mouth. It's like having his brain stroked to hear Lucius lost like this -- moaning and sighing, trying to thrust even when there's nothing for him to push off from. Severus bobs his head as he sucks, his tongue never leaving the underside of Lucius's prick, tasting the bittersweet saltiness of Lucius's pre-come, moving his fist in and out of Lucius's arse like a huge prick. He's not going to last long himself -- his own cock hurts from being so hard for so long without relief.

Severus moans around his mouthful. Few people ever think that the act of sucking cock can be just as sexual, as urgent as having one's cock sucked. Once Severus learned how much Lucius enjoyed it, he undertook a thorough study of the oral arts. It took much patience and practice to perfect his technique, but Lucius was patient and always eager to help Severus in his pursuit. It takes a little work, even now, but Severus relaxes his throat, swallowing Lucius's cock so that the head pushes past his uvula. Fuck, yes, he could do this every damn night. To hell with Voldemort!

And that, oh yes, that is what makes Severus the best cocksucker Lucius has ever known -- he feels himself slip past the constriction of muscle in Severus's throat and cries out aloud, coming hard, shaking, pulling his chains taut as his body convulses toward its center and the wonderful evil beautiful bastard of a man who has done this to him.

Severus doesn't stop sucking even when Lucius begins to soften, wringing every bit from his lover.

Lucius falls back, limp in the sling, smelling leather and his sweat, hearing his heart pound in his ears. "Thank you," he remembers to say when he's caught his breath. "You're right, it is amazing from this end."

Severus lifts his head, smiling and licking his lips. Standing, he strokes his cock lazily. "I can see why you enjoy the top so much, as well."

Lucius shivers. They are nowhere near done, he realizes, looking at Severus's thick, swollen cock. He licks his lips unconsciously.

"You taught me to hold my come so well, Lucius," Severus purrs. "Let me show you how well." He moves until his prick is level with Lucius' mouth. "Suck me, Lucius."

Lucius leans forward, stretching to get the head into his mouth. The skin is incredibly smooth and hot on his tongue, tangy with salt, and the thickness forces his jaws apart as far as they will go. This angle makes it nearly impossible to really take it deep, but he wants it so much....

"Tilt your head back." Severus's voice is sharp and commanding, and goes straight to his prick. Lucius follows orders without even thinking about it, and yes, this way it works much better, Severus can slide his cock straight down his throat, invading him. It's too much -- he chokes before he's taken the whole thing. How does Severus do this?

"Slow," Severus tells him. He pulls back a little, then pushes back in slowly. "You'll get the hang of it." He strokes the sweat-damp blond hair and slips another half-inch in, then out.

Lucius moans at the feel of Severus fucking his mouth. Who would have thought that being violated could be so good? But he feels grateful for the approval in Severus's touch, and he wants, oh how he wants to please him.

"Oh, yes, that's beautiful," Severus growls, and Lucius feels his prick twitch as he pushes forward again. "Yes, lover, take it just like that, Lucius."

Oh, that's amazing. Lucius has just had one of the most phenomenal orgasms of his life, and now here he is struggling to take the whole of Severus's prick in his mouth, listening to his rich whiskey voice purr encouragement, and if his hands were free he'd be stroking himself. Severus is using him, treasuring him, and it's so hot he can barely stand it.

With a touch on one chain, Severus frees one of Lucius's hands. "Stroke yourself while you suck me, Lucius. I want to watch you come." He is hard as iron in Lucius's mouth, and he must be so ready by now. He gives Lucius another inch, each series of thrusts taking him a little deeper. "Beautiful, so fucking... oh..."

Lucius moans -- it's the closest he can come to answering, to telling Severus how beautiful he is, how good. He reaches down for his prick. It's the wrong hand free, and that doesn't even matter; he strokes himself hard, in time with Severus's thrusts into his mouth. His lips feel swollen, wanton, sensitive.

Severus groans with pleasure, his cock sliding in and out of Lucius's mouth, and he's whispering endearments that Lucius can only half hear and there's desperation in his voice and his thrusts are getting harder and he pushes and gives Lucius the last inch of his prick.

Too much, oh, still too much but he wants it just like that, and he chokes as his lips graze the dark hair at the base of Severus's prick -- why didn't he ever know that too much was just right? He pushes forward, trying to make sure Severus won't back off, won't go easy on him. This is perfect.

"Harder?" God, who ever thought a Malfoy could bottom so well? Severus fucks Lucius's mouth gently but thoroughly, not letting up as his orgasm builds, pulling out just enough that Lucius can taste the salt of his precome before pushing in again. "You like being fucked like this, lover? Like to have me fuck your mouth, making you suck me?" Lucius is fully hard, moaning, his rhythm jerky and Severus feels the universe narrow to him and Lucius, hands and mouths and cocks and heartbeats and sweat. His balls draw up, and the first wave makes him thrust hard into that willing mouth. "Yessssss!"

Shuddering and gasping he spills himself down Lucius's throat, riding him hard and rough, feeling him swallow. Pulling out, he drops to his knees, kissing Lucius, reaching for his cock, wrapping his hand over Lucius's and jerking his prick with the same rhythm. "Come for me, come for me, Lucius..."

"Aaah -- yes, yes, yes..." For the second time that night, Lucius surrenders to Severus's talents, coming hard, thick fluid bathing his chest and belly. "Ah, love, so good," he whispers, grey eyes dilated and glazed.

The chains loosen at Severus's touch and he pulls Lucius into his arms, as Lucius has done with him so often. Lucius curls bonelessly into his embrace, and rubs his cheek against Severus's shoulder. "That was amazing."

"It was," Severus purrs. He kisses Lucius some more, still riding the endorphin high, and wonders if they can make it to the bed. Perhaps in a few minutes, once their legs will support them again -- but for now, this is just fine.