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Lazy Afternoon	By : Malfoypatriarch Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 7767 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Lazy Afternoon
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"How about here?"

Lucius' legs tightened around Severus' waist as he clung to him, his

hands still burrowed in his hair. A quick look around told him that

the alley Severus had chosen wasn't as grimy as most of the others.

Currently vacant, Lucius breathed a slight sigh of relief. An

audience, while enticing at times, wasn't what he wanted today. "Not

a bad choice, Sev. Of course, there can always be a few minor

improvements."

With a quick wave of his wand, Lucius conjured up a rug that

protected them from the dust and grime on the street. Quickie or not,

he didn't intend to do this standing up. Just for visual effect, he

threw up a few posters on the alley wall of a couple of Quidditch

teams. My, but their pants looked tight. And so did Sev's. Lucius

nipped at his lover's chin. "Now, it's perfect."

"Sometimes, Lucius, you worry me," Severus confessed as he eyed the

Quidditch players suspiciously before being distracted by that nip.

He pushed Lucius back down onto the rug in a manner that was not so

much rough as careful. He had no desire to be yelled at for Lucius

getting dirt in his hair or any such like. Ah, the trials of fucking

a Malfoy.

It was all worth it.

Severus went down on top of Lucius, covering his body with his own,

rubbing his groin against Lucius.

Gods, how he had missed this. The summer break was long, too long as

far as he was concerned. He adored the needing look on Lucius' face,

his eyes gleaming just so. His blood rushed around his system powered

by exhilaration, by wanton need. This was something he fully intended

to enjoy.

Severus leant in close and flicked the lobe of Lucius' ear with his

tongue before sucking it into his mouth, nibbling at it a little. One

hand supported him, the other ventured over Lucius' body, seeking and

invading, undressing with the skill of long experience. He moved away

from the ear and nipped his way down the clear cut jaw.

"How much do you want this, Lucius?" he asked, sitting back a little

and plunging one hand into the blond's trousers.

Ah, the reception was sweet as ever. His fingers found the answer to

his question quickly enough, closing around it.

He smirked some more.

You mean you can't tell?" Gods, Lucius so loved those hands on him,

pleasing him and only him. He wouldn't be lying if he said that part

of the reason why he wanted to keep Severus was so no one else could

have him. He was egotistical like that. No one else would know of the

sheer lust-filled delight the boy could bring out in another. They

would see but never touch. Of course, when paranoia set in, Lucius

could be sure that Severus was fucking another, but those times were

few and far between.

Besides, Severus would know the price if he left Lucius' side for

some revolting little shit. So would the little shit for that matter.

He smirked at the hands on his body, pleased that his need was easily

reciprocated by Severus, and let out a sharp moan at the touch to his

arousal. That was Severus, never time to be subtle about

anything. "Thought you didn't much care for me talking while we're

fucking." That led to gags. Not that those stopped much.

As much as Lucius would love to have Severus stroke him or blow him

off, he was damned if he was going to lay back and take it. His hands

came out of Severus' hair and shoved against his shoulders, pushing

him back and rolling the two over so that Lucius was on top. The

clasp to Severus' robe came off easily enough and was hastily flung

away.

"Why don't you tell me how much you wanted this?" Each button to

Severus' outfit was undone slowly. He wore too many goddamn buttons

and Lucius felt like taking a wand to them and transfiguring them

into beetles to make his job easier. But not this time. This time, he

would make Severus hate his own buttons, or at least, the fact that

he wore so many. Each little piece of skin that was revealed, Lucius

kissed tenderly.

He was straddling Severus, his erection all too clear in his trousers

and rubbed his lower body against the other boy.

"That's true," Severus replied to Lucius' first comment. The blond

did have this rather unfortunate habit of.. talking. It wasn't the

worst thing in the world, but Severus savoured the silences. They

could mean so much more than words could possibly hope to express.

Lucius rolled them over and winded Severus slightly as he landed on

top of him. Neither boy weighed too much, so rolling around was a

perfectly acceptable term to apply to them.

Why didn't he tell Lucius how much he wanted this?

"You'll have to try harder for a response than that, Lucius," Severus

said, smirking up at his lover, black hair sprawled beneath his head

like some dark halo.

The time Lucius took with his buttons was agonising, filling Severus

with impatience. It was, at least, a mercy that he wasn't

transfiguring them into beetles. Severus would never forgive

McGonagall for teaching them that particularly cruel act. He liked

his buttons.

He did not like the amount of time Lucius was spending undoing them.

His own hands left Lucius, coming out of his trousers and off his

chest to help divest himself of the bothersome clothing.

The way Lucius was rubbing against him did not help his situation in

the slightest, driving him to the place where he wanted nothing more

than to have himself buried to the hilt within the blond's tight

hole. His erection twitched in his trousers at the very thought, and

he wriggled a little.

"Taking your time.." he complained with a slight tinge of accusation

in his tone.

The blond smacked away Severus' hands. "It's your fault. You

shouldn't wear so many buttons now, should you? And this is my game."

His hand went into the partially unbuttoned shirt and stroked hard

against a nipple before pinching it tightly. Severus did deserve some

pleasure, after all. "Besides, the anticipation just makes it all the

sweeter."

Oh, Lucius would gladly try harder to get an answer to his question.

Abandoning his task of unbuttoning Severus' shirt, which was now only

half done, he settled about the task of wrenching Severus' belt off

and flinging it elsewhere on the rug. Severus' trousers were easily

undone, the sound of the zipper being opened was enough to cut

through the air of Knockturn with a finality that Lucius so loved. He

had put aside his rebellious streak as soon as his father had died,

he no longer needed to dirty himself or his name with any act that

would be considered beneath him.

Sucking the cock of someone who wasn't in this for power, money, or

control, was one of those acts. He had, in the beginning, balked at

such a task, his aristocratic mind that always told him not to kneel

before anyone, least of all take another into his mouth. Severus had

been all too patient with him, however, and it didn't take long for

Lucius' curiosity to get the better of him. The first few times had

been quite the learning experience. After that, Lucius' confidence

rose and with it, what he knew of Severus' likes.

He adored seeing his lover's face when he came, knowing that he

brought him to such heights of pleasure. This wasn't control to him,

it was pure unadulterated ego. His pride was the one aspect of

himself that he truly catered to and while blowing someone seemed

submissive at first, everything was worth it when it came down to how

Severus looked and how Severus twitched.

Lucius wouldn't bother to bring out his lover's erection, preferring

instead to move down the man's trousers, pulling them until they were

around the other boy's ankles and preventing much movement by way of

his legs. He would not waste time on cliches, commenting on how happy

Severus appeared to be to see him. "Still want to hear me talk?" He

leaned down, his legs now straddling one of Severus' own and pressed

his groin down on the man's lower leg.

His tongue darted out and licked slowly up the man's prick, starting

from base to head. "Or would you like me to do other things with my

mouth?"

Severus let his hands be batted away with the dismal knowledge that

this could take quite a while. He liked his buttons. But when it came

to the buttons-or-sex situation..well.

There was something he wasn't about to answer too willingly. Buttons

equated to security. It was amazingly difficult to rip someone's

clothes off if said clothing was firmly buttoned down. Severus liked

that. Well, he usually did. Right now it was rather bothersome and he

knew damned well that the Malfoy was doing this on purpose. Suave

bastard.

But he was *his* suave bastard.

The pinch of the nipple called him to arch his back to the touch,

longing for more like it. He bit back a moan, vocalities not being

things he indulged in when he had the control not to. And control

never lasted long when Lucius was on top.

His belt was wrenched off, the damned thing pulled away roughly,

cutting into his waist for brief moments before Lucius disposed of it

so elegantly. Baring in mind that this was still Knockturn, Severus

used the last moments of control to cast wards at either end of the

Alley. Paranoid or not, it was not unheard of people ending up stark

naked down Knockturn because of situations lthisthis. His wand was

abandoned as Lucius pulled down his trousers, Severus lifting his

hips off the ground slightly to let the other boy guide the

bothersome things off him.

The question could only mean one thing and Severus' eyes gleamed in

anticipation. Lucius' mouth was talented in so many different ways.

The lick elicited a powerful moan from him, his member quivering at

the contact.

"For fuck's sake, Lucius, suck me off," he cursed. "Or I'll do

something entirely unpleasant with my mouth. Ever been bitten by a

Snape denied of orgasm?" The threat had nothing but playful

intonations. He had bitten Lucius many times before and loved the

noises the blond made when he did. But right now, all he wanted was

to lose himself in the wet warmth of the promising mouth. He propped

himself up on his elbows and gave Lucius a stern look, biting back a

smirk as he did so.

"It's very hard to take you seriously, Sev, when you've your trousers

pulled down and are straining at the proverbial leash." Lucius, who

had no intention to rush things along, found the entire situation

quite amusing. "And if you intend to bite me, I suggest you wait

until I'm done with you first. I never said anything about letting

you orgasm." Another lick was placed on Severus' arousal.

Lucius so loved getting under his lover's skin. There was very little

else that gratified him more than irking the man either intentionally

or accidentally and then talking him down from his hostile mood. He

knew the boy was merely playing with him and this was an old dialogue

of sorts. Severus wanting release, Lucius taking his sweet time, and

so on. Of course, if their positions were reversed, Lucius would be

raising hell right about now.

But Severus wasn't him and so, Lucius was allowed to dally around a

bit. He lifted up the man's half aroused cock and trailed his tongue

around the base of the shaft, nipping at the soft skin there before

rubbing his tongue against the skin that connected the prick to his

balls. His hand stroked the head of the cock, his nails touching but

never pressing down, just to let Severus know that they were there.

And that Lucius had no qualms against using them.

Right now, Lucius was merely teasing him, wanting to work him up into

a full state of arousal.

Severus gave a strangled sort of a noise and buried his hands in

Lucius' hair as he toyed with his erection. There was no salvation

from the toying of the Malfoy, though it was rewarding in its own

right. No one knew better than Lucius what Severus liked and what he

most definitely did not like. He would tolerate the other man's

teasing, knowing that nothing would come of going against it. And

right now, he was rather hoping to come quite soon.

Lucius' tongue and hands soon worked him up into a heady state of

full arousal. He pulled at Lucius' hair a little, a silent plead for

him not to stop, to continue and not to halt his work until Severus

had had his fill. Whether or not Lucius complied to his wishes was on

the Malfoy's head, which could mean anything. The hint of nails was

alluring, ever so alluring and Severus bucked his hips up to meet the

pinpricks of promised pain.

"Lucius," he uttered, doing his best to coax the whine out of his

voice. He didn't do overly well as the slight whine lingered on the

last syllable of the blond's name. He wanted this. He wanted it *now*.

Lucius made his movements quick as his hand grabbed ahold of his

lover's shaft and squeezed hard enough to cut off the circulation.

His head was raised upwards as he stared hard into Severus'

eyes. "You will not cum until I give you permission, Severus." He

didn't bother with a 'or else', knowing full well that Severus could

come up with quite a few tortures on his own. He was paranoid like

that.

Thus said, Lucius relaxed his grip on the man's arousal but he didn't

let go. Instead, he opted for dragging his nails down Severus'

length, the sharp half-moon crescents biting hard into sensitive

skin. He would not make the man bleed. Not yet, at any rate. His hand

was taken off the man right after as Lucius preferred his mouth to

any other appendage. Teeth could always be brushed but nails were a

bitch to maintain.

Whether or not he would allow Severus to ejaculate was based solely

on his mood at the time. Right now, he wanted to cater to the other

boy. He did not want Severus blowing his load too damn soon. He took

in Severus' arousal slowly, lingering on the head for a bit. His

tongue swirled it about in his mouth, touching along the small hole

in the tip.

The words, those dreaded words. Severus gave a heartfelt groan and

pushed his elbows from beneath him, landing him once again, flat on

his back, staring at the sky. He hated it when Lucius did this to

him, as much as the allure kept him coming back. The restriction was

tantalizing and there was always the 'what if's that Severus tempted

himself with if he came before time.

Lucius' perfectly maintained nails dragged down him, pulling a sharp

gasp from him with unnerving ease. The hand left as quickly as the

pain and arrived, though Severus didn't have time to complain about

such things.

Thoughts were dismissed as Lucius went down on him, taking in his

hardened cock with a slowness that made him long to buck up, to force

himself all the way in whether Lucius liked it or not.

But it didn't work like that, so he resigned himself to a little

wriggling and a reasonable amount of moaning as he was played with,

like a cat played with a mouse. Torturous, but beautifully so. What

with Lucius' insistence on absolute control, a certain amount of

awareness had to be left within his mind, not allowing him to

submerge and submit completely to the overwhelming wave of

sensations. This could work both ways, for pleasure and for pain.

Lucius held all the cards with this.

Severus had agreed to his terms. Not that Lucius expected him to

argue any. Especially not while the Malfoy was still centering on his

groin area. Severus was, altogether, quite easy to please if one knew

what he liked and the Malfoy knew exactly what he adored. His tongue

slid up against the underside of Severus' erection, his mouth taking

more in. In the beginning, he had found that he could only take so

much in before his gag reflex forced him to stop.

There wasn't much left of a gag reflex within him now. Relaxing his

throat muscles and making sure to go slowly at first, Lucius steadily

engulfed Severus, swallowing back what remained of the sudden urge to

choke. He could feel the other man's prick move back down his throat

and wondered what would happen if he chose to swallow right then.

He moved his head back, taking the man out of his mouth. Yes, it had

been awhile since he had done this but the act wasn't difficult at

all to dredge up from his memories. He took Severus back in,

constricting the muscles in his throat while his tongue pushed

upwards. His front teeth dug into Severus' cock and grated against

him as Lucius pulled away again.

Lucius' talented ministrations to his cock quickly rendered Severus

to little more than a pile of particularly sensitive goo. Yes, he had

missed this. Yes, he longed for this, and yes, he loved this. But

gods, he wished Lucius didn't play so cruelly at times.

The bite of pain was delicious as those teeth grated along his

length, causing him to twitch, to hiss with pleasure. This was what

dreams was made of. Wet dreams, at any rate.

One leg was trapped under Lucius, otherwise Severus would have

wrapped his legs around Lucius' waist, constricting him and keeping

him in his place. As it was, he only had his hands to work with,

pulling at his hair, messing the perfect order that Lucius insisted

on those pale strands.

His dark eyes were firmly fixed on the sky for the moment, but soon

traveled a southerly path to rest on the top of Lucius' studious head

as he moved, working his wandless magic with such mastered perfection

that sometimes it was hard to believe that he was the only male

Lucius had ever had.

It was a matter of pride that Lucius had learnt through him, by him

and on him. He had learnt well. He had persisted and was rewarded in

his own way.

"Fuck, Lucius," Severus moaned, a shudder slamming down his spine as

those teeth touched that spot. Gods, he needed this.

Every word Severus spoke was an encouragement to the Malfoy. He

needed to hear him, needed to feel the man's hands on him as he

worked. He needed attention, be it through small moans or yanks on

his hair. This was one of the few times he didn't much care what

happened to his hair, so long as it was mussed in the interest of

sex. He would fix it later.

Severus so liked his pain. With one quick bite, hard enough to make

him bleed, hard enough to make him scream, Lucius knew that Severus

would cum inside his mouth, with or without any warning. He was

almost tempted to do just that, but no. He had his own plans and they

wouldn't be taken down because of any impulse that he had. This did

not stop Lucius from digging his teeth into the man each time he

pulled out.

He engulfed the man once again, his throat clenching down upon the

head of his prick, making the man unable to move or do much of

anything. Imitating the act of swallowing, he felt his entire throat

caress and then press down upon the man's cock, keeping the pressure

on him in the hot cavern of Lucius' mouth. This was an old trick that

kept Severus pinned while Lucius' teeth bit into the base of Severus'

erection.

From the painful grating of the Malfoy's teeth and the horrendous

clamping of Lucius' throat, there was very little that Severus could

actually do except lie back and enjoy. And be forced into holding

back his orgasm.

"You bastard," Severus moaned, helpless and trapped. "You utter

goddamned bastard.."

There was nothing worse than this. He hated it as much as he loved it

and as much as he wriggled and writhed, as much as he tugged on

Lucius' hair and scratched at his scalp, he knew damned well that the

Malfoy had no intention on moving.

The pressure was intense and the heat of Lucius' mouth was only

adding to his building climax. A climax he wasn't even allowed yet.

The grating of teeth, whilst tempting towards climax, was infinitely

preferable to this. This, this blood curdling wait.

Severus was the type who read. A lot. And he had read many a book on

torture, all the different forms, all the different ways and devices.

He had felt betrayed when every single volume denied to mention this,

this supreme kind of intimate torture, the kind that made him feel

like jelly, like an unlit firework. Pent up, bursting with potential

energy, only to be denied when the match failed to light.

And so, he was reduced to writhing like a fish out of water. He would

not beg. Not yet, not unless forced. He would not beg and he would

not plead. To bring such things from his mouth was not a pleasant

experience and not one he wished to be pushed through.

"Fucking let me.." He moaned instead.

Severus couldn't look more glorious, more fine had he been trying. He

was positively writhing, needing release and was cruelly denied.

Lucius liked it this way. It was all too reminiscent of his fun with

other people's minds. Seeing them slowly crack, slowly start to fall

through their own trap, see them writhe and plead for him to just

shut the hell up before they're forced into admitting truths about

themselves that should never be spoken out loud.

Lucius liked his torture, the pain he could inflict on others. Since

he could not have his fun with Severus' mind, for that would be going

against whatever relationship they had, he chose to inflict himself

upon the boy's body instead. But just as he never pushed people far

enough to the point of a complete breakdown, he could never stand to

hear Severus beg him for anything.

Severus was as unbreakable as the victims he chose. He wasn't

fragile, but there was always a slight crack in him that if pushed

far enough, he would cave inward. Lucius loved to push against him.

The results were so beautiful. Like now, what with Severus sprawled

beneath him, looking ever so wanton, so needing. Lucius relaxed his

hold around Severus' cock and slowly pried his mouth from him, his

teeth biting down sharply.

"Tell me that you missed this, Sev, and I'll consider letting you

have what you want."

Relief and movement came with slight disappointment as Lucius sat

back from his cruel tormenting of Severus' cock. Severus exhaled a

breath he didn't realise he had been holding. His own dark eyes bored

into the cool grey of Lucius' speaking of all the things Severus

could think to put Lucius through for his behavior. Most of them

involved screaming.

He didn't want to answer, didn't want to say, but only because Lucius

was challenging him to. At the same time, he wanted, was desperate

for release. A low growl escaped him, discontent at the situation,

but having no way out, physically trapped by Lucius' body on top of

him, and verbally trapped by his own lack of words.

He settled for a kind of midpoint then.

"How could I not miss this, you arrogant prick?" he replied, though

his heart wasn't in the insult, tugging a little at the spun silver

that adored his pale lover's head. But he was in a corner and it was

his instinct to insult. A smirk flitted across his face and one hand

relaxed its death grip on Lucius' hair, smoothing it down instead,

flattening down the mussed strands fondly.

"Now let me come."

Lucius could easily read the aggravation in Severus' eyes, the

unspoken promises of receiving back what he had just given Severus.

And the man could be so cruel when it came to revenge. He could see

pain written all over Severus' features and he loved it. He loved the

knowledge that he had put Severus in that place, had kept him right

at the brink and wouldn't let him go as Severus wanted.

"Oh, I'll let you come," Lucius' hand went down past Severus' cock
and

languidly moved a finger over his testicles, "but not in my mouth."

The promise of pain was irresistible and now Lucius knew damn well

what he would get. His fingers quickly flew down to his trousers,

taking them off in one fluid movement. He had built Severus up not

just to see the man's reaction, but because he knew damn well that

Severus was evil when he had been denied.

Not to mention the fact that he would be suffering a lovely case of

blue balls if he wasn't taken care of properly. "You want to come? Do

so in me." He would have added, 'And not before I orgasm myself,' but

that would be an implausibility. He would do so later when he was

sure Severus could withstand it. Right now, though, neither of them

had been satisfied since the last day of school last term, or so

Lucius hoped.

It would be terribly cruel to deprive Severus anymore than he already

had, and doing this just guaranteed Lucius a quick, hard fuck. He

moved back from Severus just a bit, no longer straddling his leg

since he had no desire to be kneed in the groin if Severus made any

quick moves.

Freedom!

Severus kicked his trousers from his ankles where Lucius had left

them. He had been victimized by his trousers far too often, tripping

over them when they were in such a place as his ankles, and so was

quick to dispose of them.

Free of his tormentors, he bowled Lucius over quickly enough after

the man had divested himself of his own trousers. Well, good.

Severus' nimble fingers completed the work he began earlier,

stripping Lucius of his robes and shirts and whatnot. The trouble

with the aristocracy, Severus knew, was that they tended to wear far

too many clothes than was good for a quick fuck.

But nonetheless, the clothing went, landing in a pile on the rug.

Severus preferred being on top. It didn't signify control exactly,

and he knew well enough the feeling of helplessness with Lucius

beneath him. But he liked to feel the lithesome body writhe beneath

him. And Lucius would writhe.

Long fingers explored and probed all over Lucius' naked form, as

though performing an obscene inspection, ensuring that everything was

how he had left it. Perfect.

And he was only met with good reports, though that failed to surprise

him. Lucius was the embodiment of perfection, though he would never

say as much without reason. Lucius already knew it.

His touches became a little rougher, pressing harder, tugging more
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