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Dignosco Perturbatio	By : KianaD Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 1771 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Same warnings/disclaimer as from chapter one. Carry on, brave soul.

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Remus waited until they made it into the rooms that he shared with Snape before turning to Harry. He was no less than a little shocked, to say the least, over what to him was an extremely surprising change, and he didn�t doubt Harry knew he would have question.
"Here you are," Remus said, handing Harry a towel. "Draco has some clothing here, I get the feeling he wouldn�t mind if you needed to borrow anything," he added with a grin. "Why don�t you go do that and I�ll make tea."
Harry smiled and nodded as he took the towel and roughly dried his hair. Grimacing at the stickiness of his clothes as he peeled off his jacket, he headed into the adjoining bathroom to drop it in the bath to save it dripping everywhere, sparing a glance at himself in the mirror and wincing at the state that looked back at him.
He looked terrible. Hair sticking up in every possible direction and in a few which he really thought would have defied all the laws of gravity, cheeks stained bright red with dark streaks down them where handfuls of dirt had somehow got intermingled into the snow, smearing his face as he'd been pelted. He really did have an impossible appearance.
Filling the sink with water, he headed back into the main room and walked towards a wardrobe, which Lupin had indicated contained some clothes. Fingering through the rail, and still feeling somewhat uncomfortable at using Malfoy's clothes let alone without his permission (despite what Lupin had said about him not minding) he finally pulled out a fresh pair of trousers and a dark, green shirt before heading back in to the bathroom, washing quickly and changing. Dropping his wet clothes into the bath to join his jacket, he headed back to join Remus, entering the room with a smile and lowering himself into an available chair.
"Feel better?" Remus smiled at Harry�s nod. He waited until the other man had prepared his tea to his liking, only when Harry took a sip and smiled his thanks did Remus ask what he had been waiting to. "You and Draco?"
Harry peered at Lupin over the top of his mug as he took another sip, enjoying the warmth between his fingers and on his tongue and as it spilled down his throat, warming his body in slow waves of heat.
"Yeah?" he asked, not quite sure what Lupin was referring to. He had a fair idea but he wanted to be sure.
Remus grinned. "Yeah as in �we�re something� or �we just fucked� or �Remus you�re out of your mind�?"
"Umm�" Harry wasn't entirely certain how to answer that, not really knowing himself what was going on. He knew what hadn't happened, but as for what it meant� He was as much in the dark as Lupin was.
"None of the above," he replied eventually, his brow furrowing slightly as he did. "At least, unless you really are out of your mind and just haven't told me before now."
"I was under the impression you thought I had," Remus answered evenly.
Harry winced slightly, wondering if perhaps the comment referred to his reaction to hearing of his and Snape's relationship yesterday.
"It was a bit of a shock that's all," he shrugged as he gazed into his cup. "So long as you are happy though I doubt it matters much what anyone else thinks, does it."
"Yes and no," Remus answered. "I am not callous enough that I do not care what those I love think about. I know no one who is," he added pointedly. "It will not change my relationship with Severus, but still do not want you upset by it."
"I know," Harry smiled as he nodded and took another sip from his cup, feeling thoroughly guilty about the whole thing. He may not have liked Snape, but Lupin obviously cared for him a great deal and Harry cared about Lupin and wanted what would make him happy. If that was Snape, no matter how difficult that was to believe, then Harry accepted that.
"I'm not upset�" he continued pensively. "I know I reacted badly, and I know I should probably apologise to him for it," he winced that this; the thought of apologising to Snape no more appealing now than the last time he had considered it. "But if he is what you want, then it's fine with me."
"Thank you Harry," Remus said, smiling warmly at the man across from him. "I understand your shock, really I do. I imagine I could have felt similar this morning when I came across you and Draco kissing in the snow."
Truthfully, part of Harry was still in as much shock as Lupin may have felt, and he still didn't know what to make of the whole thing. Frankly, even thinking about it made his head spin, so he merely nodded slightly and said, "I guess�"
Remus studied Harry for several minutes, but decided not to press the issue and he nodded his acknowledgment before he changed the subject. "I haven�t played in the snow like that in a long time," he chuckled. "Thank you for that."
"Was Malfoy's fault," Harry grinned as he set his cup down on the table next to him, stretching his legs out, and bringing his gaze to meet Lupin's. He noticed then for the first time how happy he looked, happier, in fact, than Harry had ever seen him, and well too. Domestic bliss obviously suited him, and no doubt having an expert potion maker around had its benefits.
"It was fun though," he agreed as his grin faded into a genuine, contented smile. "Haven't laughed like that in a while."
Remus was genuinely pleased for Harry; and he agreed with a twinge of sadness that in had been too long, entirely too damn long in Remus� opinion, since Harry had been so carefree and happy.
His reply, however, was cut short by the return of Severus and Draco. Severus looked no worse for the wear and rather smug, and Draco looked positively soaked, but no less amused.
Remus shook his head. "What did you do to him, Severus?" he asked with a grin.
Draco merely shrugged as he made his way to the wardrobe, intent on also changing and showering. He paused as he took in Harry and nodded approvingly. "Looks good on you."
Snape tried to look innocent, something that he had never quite been able to pull off particularly well, but shrugged in reply. "Draco seemed to have a fondness for snow, so I� indulged him, a little." He smirked as he cast a look towards Potter, his lip curling into the familiar sneer that the other boy was used too.
Harry felt his good mood begin to disappear once again, in spite of the curl of warmth and pleasant flip in his stomach at Malfoy's nod of approval. He didn't know why his opinion meant so much to him, but he didn't have time to really question it; not with those black, penetrating eyes glaring at him, and no doubt probing his mind and smirking over what he was thinking.
"Thanks," he said simply in response to the compliment, pointedly ignoring Snape. "Was Lupin's idea. Said you wouldn't mind."
Draco raised a brow in surprise at this, as he glanced at Remus. Remus merely gave him a knowing look and Draco could not help a small snort in amusement. "Remus was correct, I don�t mind. I suppose I should not be surprised that green looks so good on you, considering." He winked at Potter before taking leave to the bathroom.
"Considering what?" Snape asked, eyes moving from Draco and back to rest on Potter.
Resisting the urge to smirk, Harry merely shrugged his shoulders and turned his attention back to Lupin. "So, how have you been? Has been a while since I've seen you."
"I have been very well," Remus replied with another smile at Harry. He shifted his glance to Severus, wondering where and what Draco had done with the snow, and his smile turned into a grin. "Severus, perhaps you ought to go change too? I can take Harry to see Dumbledore while you do so."
Snape nodded, acknowledging the dampness against his back and scowling at it. "Yes, I believe that would be wise. I doubt Draco will mind the intrusion. It is, after all, entirely his fault in the first place." He smirked then at Remus before curtly nodding at Potter, collecting some fresh robes from his own wardrobe and following Draco into the bathroom.
A cloud of steam enveloping him as he made his way into the room, it took Snape several seconds to adjust his breathing, and sight, to the thick, misty heated haze.
Using this time, he removed his outer robe, throwing it on the bathroom floor in a messy pile, before slowly setting to work on releasing the row of small buttons on his top. Shrugging out of it, and adding that to the pile of discarded clothing, he simultaneously removed one shoe, and then the other, pulling of his socks as he did so and hissing slightly at the cool tile beneath his bare feet.
Nimble fingers making quick work of the flies of his trousers, he let them pool at his feet, kicking them off, another addition to the pile, which was shortly followed by his underwear, before padding quietly to the shower and pulling the curtain back, smirking at Draco.
"I see you haven't completely melted and flowed down the drain along with the rest of the winter weather then," he drawled in his best matter of fact voice.
"Sorry to disappoint, but no," Draco replied dryly as he turned to face his Godfather. "Where are Remus and Harry, then?" He used Harry�s given name on purpose, knowing that it would no doubt catch Snape�s attention and a brow curved upward in amusement.
"Remus had some business to attend to with Potter and so he has taken him away to do it." Snape replied airily, ignoring Draco's blatant use of Potters first name, as no doubt he had only done it to provoke some sort of reaction from him. He was curious, he had to admit, as to what had caused the sudden cessation of hostilities between the two, but he categorically refused to ask about it.
"Don't worry, however. I'm sure Remus will take excellent care of him."
"Do you think so?" Draco asked in amusement. "That is a rather interesting thought."
"Interesting isn't exactly how I would put it Draco," Snape replied. Disgusting the way he trails after the boy. Infuriating the way he jumps at the first available opportunity to help him out of whatever mess he happened to get into that time. Not to mention incensing the way that I actually tolerate the brat's presence for him, no longer even able to torment Potter the way I would like.
"No," he repeated. "Interesting is not the right word at all."
"Oh? What word would you use then? Attractive? Fascinating? Appealing? Sexy?" Draco tilted his head slightly, a smirk present on his lips. "All of the above, perhaps?"
"I think being encased in a giant ball of snow has done you more damage than I anticipated it would do, Draco." Snape replied curtly, pointedly not thinking the images that Draco was so perfectly painting. For all his infuriating, arrogant, hateful self, Potter did have a certain� but no! He was most definitely not thinking about that.
"It would seem the flow of blood to your brain as completely stopped; not that your blood tended to flow there at the best of times."
Draco shrugged. "Wanting to fuck someone usually sends blood to more appropriate body parts anyway," he replied. "And the thought of watching Remus fuck Harry does the same. After I�ve fucked Potter first," he added as an afterthought.
Snape glared at his Godson, eyes flashing menacingly. "We may have a certain� arrangement," he growled, his eyes briefly flitting up and down the length of Draco's body before catching the other man's gaze again. "However, that does not extend to Potter. If you want to use him as a play thing then by all means do so, but he does not get Remus."
Frankly, the thought of Potter and Lupin together made Snape feel physically sick. Not that Draco was wrong about the aesthetics, in fact, he was correct; very much correct, but this was Potter and he simply would not tolerate it.
Draco studied his Godfather for a long moment. He knew Snape�s feelings for Remus ran deep, much as the same way his hatred for Harry Potter ran deep. And while Draco may have heard more than what Severus had said, he had been merely teasing� but now as he gave more than a cursory thought to it, the more merit the idea gained for him.
He enjoyed what he shared with Remus and Severus and had no desire to change that at anytime in the future. Although Draco had been faithful to Birget, he had other lovers before and after her. Never before had the thought of sharing his lover with the other two men crossed his mind before. No matter that Harry was not his lover yet, Draco knew he would be soon. And the thought of having Harry alone was enough to send his cock twitching, never mind the thought of Remus and Severus and Harry�
"My apologies, Severus," he said finally. "I obviously misunderstood your initial statement."
"Did you indeed?" Snape replied, one brow arching in indifference as he regained control of his composure. He knew perfectly well that Draco caught his meaning in the way that he had intended it. He'd simply been trying to establish what, if anything, was going on between Draco and Potter, and he discovered it�somewhat. For whatever reason Draco had succumbed to whatever allure that loathsome boy had but there was nothing serious between them, of that Snape was sure, and grateful for. However, had he thought that his Godson would actually take the idea seriously and be favourable to it he would have most certainly never brought it up.
"So then, tell me. As you are obviously so generous when it comes to sharing your playthings, how would you feel about Potter and say� that equally repugnant friend of his, Weasley? Or perhaps Potter would like you to join them. Would you be agreeable to that, do you think?"
"That is disgusting, even for you," Draco snorted as he turned back to face the water, ignoring the anger that Snape�s words about Weasley and Potter caused. "I am not quite certain where you pull off saying I �share my playthings�," he said in a mimic of Snape�s voice, "as I have never even considered it." A pause. Never considered it before, he added silently.
He had little doubt Severus was displeased to learn that Draco � felt anything for Harry Potter other than repulsiveness and hatred. As it was, he had no idea what he was doing, playing at any of this. He knew Potter would end up burning him and the last thing he wanted was to lose Remus and Severus because of it, but�
Draco sighed softly, running a hand through his hair and then down his face. It wasn�t often he would stop and think about his situation, because he knew if he did that he would lose courage and he could not do that before Dumbledore was paid in full for the debt Draco owed him, but it was so much easier to not care.
"My apologies, Draco," Snape echoed, watching with interest Draco's reaction and feeling the sudden drop in his stomach at the realisation that perhaps he had been mistaken about his Godson's feelings for Dumbledore's Golden Boy. "Although you are quite correct, the picture is not a pleasant one, and doubly so for me seeing how I can stand neither party."
Placing his hands gently on Draco's shoulders, Snape bowed his head slightly. "It pains me to say it, but if he is what you want, then so be it." Remus really was turning him into a disgustingly soppy, domesticated disgrace of a Slytherin.
"I have not given much thought to it," Draco acknowledged. Which really said: I do, and thank you. He knew Severus understood.
"Very well," Snape replied more softly than was customary for him but feeling it to be somewhat appropriate. Stepping out of the shower, he reached for a towel and began to dry himself off.
"He took him to see Dumbledore," he added conversationally. "I'm sure no one will mind if you join them in your own time."
"Remus took Harry to see Dumbledore?" Draco echoed. Grinning at Snape�s smirk, Draco reached out and grabbed him by the wrist. "Then there is no hurry for you to leave, is there."
His eyes slowly travelling from the long, pale fingers wrapped around his wrist, up the length of opaline skin of lean arm, over smooth shoulder and jut of collar bone, before sliding slowly up long, graceful neck, pausing momentarily on curled lips before resting on gleaming, mischievous eyes, Snape shook his head slightly.
"No, I am in no hurry," he replied, voice little more than a soft purr as his Godson's meaning became clear to him. "However, I would have thought you would have been eager to rejoin your plaything and enjoy him while you are able."
"I would be� thoughtless to neglect the plaything in front of me, don�t you agree?" Draco said with a saucy grin, dropping his hand to his side as he allowed Snape to take in his body fully. "Especially after being given it gift-wrapped so nicely."
"Indeed you would be," Snape replied, taking a step closer to the other man and allowing one hand to reach out, fingertips ghosting down the length of Draco's arm. "And as I seem to recall, you always did know exactly how to appreciate a gift."
"Although my gift appears to be already unwrapped," Draco said, allowing a hint of pout to enter his voice. "I suppose I will just need to make up for being denied that."
"And how would you go about doing that, I wonder." Stepping effortless into the shower, Snape lowered his head slightly, allowing his lips to faintly brush against the shell of Draco's ear as he spoke in a low murmur, fingers sliding gently over water soaked shoulders.
"Telling would ruin the surprise," Draco rejoined, tilting his neck to the side to allow Snape better access. "Although I am not protesting if you wish to make it up to me."
Draco allowed his arms to drop to Snape�s waist as he closed his eyes and just enjoyed. There were no others sans Severus and Remus that Draco would allow himself to be so open with, so unguarded.
With Snape, Draco knew he was as safe as he would ever be, and while he knew he wouldn�t say as much to the other man nor admit how he felt about him � he doubted it would be welcome � he poured as much as he could of what he felt into his actions.
Snape smiled as he observed Draco's eyes flutter slowly closed; relishing in the knowledge that he knew he had the boy's complete and utter trust, something that he didn't take lightly. In another time and place, and with another person, perhaps Snape would have felt inclined to revel in the power that came with the total trust and faith placed in him, but he felt no need here. Instead he just was. No mask, no pretence, enjoying just�being.
As much as he loved Remus, things were�different, with Draco. They understood each other on a level that required no words. Both knew how the other felt about them, but more than that, they knew the thoughts and motivations of the other. It wasn't better, or worse than what he had with Remus, he didn't care for one more than the other; it was simply different.
"Would you like that?" he asked finally, his nose brushing against the skin of Draco's cheek as his own eyes fell closed, a soft gasp escaping his lips at the touch; never failing to be amazed by how good Draco smelt, and felt and tasted; by how comfortable he was with him.
"What would you prefer I wonder," he mused, allowing his tongue to slowly trace the shell of Draco's ear, before finally catching the lobe between his lips, nipping it slightly with his teeth. "Would you like to tell me what you want me to do to you?" - a lazy drag of fingernails down the other man's spine, "to have me completely at your command? Or�" He continued, his lips laying a trail of slow, wet kisses down the Draco's jaw, ending at the juncture between neck and shoulder. "Or perhaps you would like me to surprise you�" his question punctuated by a sharp bite down into the soft, wet skin.
"I would � " Draco let out a small gasp at the contact of teeth on his neck " � I would very much like to extract a little revenge, I believe."
Draco dropped his hand from Snape�s waist, slowly tracing fingers up his chest, nimble fingers circling and then pulling firmly on already hard nipples, eliciting a tiny gasp from Snape to match Draco�s. "Like that," he whispered as he gave a final jerk before letting go.
His hand drifted further upward, skating tenderly along shoulders, neck, face, before stilling at the back of Snape�s head, tangling in the damp hair there. He did not wait for Snape to relinquish his neck; he was impatient and aching and wanted it all now. His fingers curled around locks of hair as Draco used the pressure to maneuver Snape�s mouth to his own as he pressed a kiss hard against Snape�s mouth.
Snape hissed against the skin of Draco's neck upon feeling the sharp pinch of his nipples, the shock of the pleasurable jolt of pain that coursed through him causing his teeth to sink a little further into the other man's neck. But then Draco was pulling his head upwards, and his mouth was captured in a hot, searing kiss and Snape pushed forwards, thrusting the other man up against the cold, tiled wall of the shower.
Tongue pushing its way hungrily into Draco's mouth, he explored and savoured and devoured the other man, sliding it up against Draco's, while circling and applying the gentlest hint of suction as teeth pulled softly at his bottom lip.
"Revenge," Snape snarled as his hands wrapped around Draco's wrists, holding them firmly above his head, "is certainly sweet."
"Quite," Draco breathed in agreement, as he rocked his hips up, his breath catching at his cock brushed against Snape�s. He rocked once before pulling back, not wanting to lose control yet, as he grinned at Severus in honest adoration. "And once you release my hands I can continue extracting my fierce and terrible retribution on you."
Snape repressed the growl that was building in his throat at the feel of the Draco's cock brushing against his own; willing himself not to push back down towards the other man as those hips receded away from him, almost causing him to keen at the loss of contact. Contact that he craved, contact that he needed. But no� not yet. If there was something, anything that Severus Snape was good at, it was waiting; biding his time until the right moment, and now was no different.
With a final hiss and nip of lip, he released Draco's hands, allowing them to fall freely to his side as his lust filled eyes met the gaze of the other.
"Far be it from me to stand in the way of a predator and its prey." He murmured, voice low and throaty as he pulled back slightly.
"Glad we agree," Draco replied. He did not wait for acknowledgment, taking instead the time to step out of the shower and recover the lubricant from the drawer under the sink. "Now I am going to fuck you," Draco informed Severus with a smirk.
Stepping back into the shower holding the tube in one hand, he turned back toward Severus, again letting his free hand wrap around his neck and his fingers play in the dark hair there as he pushed it back, allowing access to the skin below his ear. "Tastes so good," he murmured against warm skin.
"I do hate being rushed," he added eventually as he backed up some. "But I believe I can still make it worth both of our while."
"Oh?" Snape replied quietly, his mouth hanging open slightly on gasp at the tingling, warm feeling of breath on his sensitised skin. Every nerve ending seemed to fire alight beneath Draco's fingertips, working to make him positively come undone beneath the other man's lips, and fingers. There were few, it had to be said, who could reduce Snape to such a state; few he would allow to be so intimate with him let alone who actually knew how; but Draco had always been a most proficient pupil.
"I have little doubt of that, Draco," he breathed, aware of the way his voice caught slightly in his throat as he tried to speak.
Draco heard it as well and smiled at it, loving that the man he had looked up to and that he worked so hard to fashion himself after could unravel under Draco�s fingers; loving that Severus allowed himself to. Draco was not fool enough to miss the meaning behind such actions.
He did not reply to Snape, he saw no point in wasting what precious little time they had at present.
Gracefully he lowered himself to his knees, kissing silky skin around Severus� prick, thighs, stomach, even licking a path to his knees and back up.
Fingers gently tangling in silky locks turned darker under the wetness of the water that still cascaded around them, Snape allowed his head to rest back against the wall, eyes fluttering closed as he turned himself over completely to the other man's mercy.
Every kiss, every swipe of tongue against hot, needy skin seemingly intensified due to his lack of vision, Snape struggled against pushing Draco's head, and mouth closer to where he wanted it to be. Knowing that whatever his Godson had in mind would be well worth the wait, no matter how maddening that wait may be.
Chest heaving under controlled, yet ragged breaths, Snape grinned; a grin that was saved only for times like these where he felt completely at ease, completely safe, and so completely cared for.
"Mmm�" he murmured, sucking in a sharp breath as Draco's tongue caressed a particularly sensitive area of skin, mouth and hands working together to drive him slowly mad.
Draco lifted his head at the moan Severus let loose, his own breath coming harder at the pure and genuine smile the other man was wearing. With a growl, Draco raised himself up higher, and quickly raked a hot, hard hand up and down the span of Severus� cock before chasing it with his mouth, relaxing his throat as he did so in taking the entire length at once.
Thoughts of self restraint gone as he felt that hot, welcoming mouth around close his cock, Snape groaned, hips bucking up pushing himself further down Draco's throat as his fingers tightened in his hair.
Lips parted as he let out, quickening, erratic breaths, Snape gently rocked his hips, matching perfectly the rhythm set by Draco's mouth.
"Yes�" he hissed, fingers gripping ever tighter as he applied just a touch more pressure to the back of Draco's head. "Need�need�more."
Thoughts of the indignity of begging, of the discomfort he usually felt in asking for what he wanted were lost; the world around him shrinking until it existed of only him, and Draco and those hands and that mouth, which were all working together to make him fall completely apart at the seams.
Draco allowed his head to be guided by his hair, increasing the suction of his mouth more as he went. He would stop and swipe across the slit with his tongue as he pulled his mouth back across the head. He could taste the salty bitterness of precome and he slowed then; his fingers coming up to massage and then skim past Severus� scrotum.
He pulled his mouth off Severus� cock at that point as he reached for the tube of lubricate. He coated two fingers as he kissed the inside of Severus� thigh; tongue licking the rivulets of water that were falling in paths along his legs.
He rocked back on his heels some, speaking upward as he caught Severus� eyes. "I need you to lift a leg for me, place it on the side, please."
Wordlessly, Snape did as he was bid, reeling from the loss of the mouth but gods when Draco looked up at him like that� Grey eyes lidded and darkened with arousal, water trailing sparking paths of silver down his cheeks, while stray droplets collected on long lashes, glistening in the dim light of the room. He was breathtaking and at that moment, Snape thought that he could have commanded him to don a pink tutu and dance around the room in it and he would have done so quite happily so long as he kept looking at him like that.
Smiling, Draco went back to kissing any and all skin he would lay mouth to, licking and biting softly and lapping up every single sound Severus made. His own cock twitched, heavy with need and neglect, and in anticipation he brought his fingers up, brushing softly against the entrance he sought.
He looked upward once more, wanting to see Severus� face as Draco pushed two fingers into his body without warning.
Snape's back arched violently, his head slamming against the tile wall as he growled feeling cool, slick fingers pushing into him, almost causing his legs to buckle from under him but yet still not enough, still leaving him desperate for more.
"Draco�" he whimpered, face straining as he felt himself draw closer and closer to the edge. A serpentine tongue flicked out to lick dry lips, eyes rolling in his head as he willed himself not to bear down on the other man, to allow Draco to move at his pace, do what he wanted. This was his gift and his revenge after all.
"Yes," Draco hissed in reply, relishing in the look of pure rapture on Severus� face and the warm, tight heat encasing his fingers. He wanted to stay that way, continuing his sweet torture and all manners of revenge, but he knew if they idled too long, they would be missed. Draco wasn�t ready for that explantation, not yet. On his terms, only then and not before.
He continued to fuck Severus with his fingers as he coated his own cock with the lubricate. He groaned at the sensation, savouring just for a moment, just long enough to moan himself, before slipping his fingers out with a barely audible pop.

He stood, catching Severus� mouth with his again, tongue sliding in and exploring the hot, wet mouth as he maneuvered the other man�s hips up and outward some. He pulled back, panting; straining to catch his breath. "Ready?" he asked softly.
"Fuck Draco�now�.yes�" Snape choked, snarling as he caught the other man's lips again, biting and sucking as tongue swirled desperately over tongue, his hands sliding down the smooth skin of Draco's back in a slow, drag of nails before he grasped the other man's arse firmly in his hands and pulled him closer with a primal growl.
Draco loved it when Severus lost control like this, when he let go and allowed emotion to rule. His eyes were flashing, his normally pale skin was flushed a dull pink, lips parted and moist and his body taunt with want.
"Yes," Draco echoed again. He positioned himself against Severus� entrance, closing his eyes to enjoy the sway he currently had over the other man, the desire he knew that they both felt, the pure and utter rightness of the entire moment.
He could feel Severus holding taunt and he knew the other man was desperately holding himself from impaling back onto Draco�s cock, and for that, Draco waited.

Body shaking from the sheer pressure of resistance, Snape looked at the other man, an almost manic grin on his face as he realised what Draco was doing.
"H�how long can you wait, I wonder�" he choked, slight gasps escaping his lips as Draco's hips rocked slightly, taunting and teasing him, working to wear down his resolve and resistance. "How long 'till�you c�can't wait any longer. Till you need to feel me around you�squeezing, and clenching and bringing you closer until you can't hold on anymore? Tell me Draco�" he continued, lowering his head to the other man's neck and sucking roughly on the pulsing vein that told him exactly how much Draco needed it.
"Long enough," Draco rasped out, head lolling to the side to give access to the warm, wet tongue that was driving him nearly bent with distraction and lust. Liar, he thought to himself with hazy amusement.
He took a deep, calming breath and trailed a lazy path down Severus� front with his hand, fingers circling nipples but skating just shy of rubbing them, down to rest briefly on his hips before gliding down further, fingernails barely identifiable as they raked up the underside of Severus� cock.
"Long enough," Draco echoed before closing his fist around the head of the other man�s cock and sliding down.
Breath coming in short, erratic bursts, Snape's fingers clenched tightly around Draco's arse, fingernails digging into the soft, supple skin leaving tiny divots where they were pressed into the firm muscle. Summoning every ounce of self-control he had, Snape bit on his lip so hard he feared he might draw blood, loving the agony ecstasy that every stroke of finger, every scratch of nail and the sound of Draco's voice; low, throaty, and hungry, evoked in him. Always perfect, yet somehow always better than the time before.
"Brat�" he chortled, hissing as Draco's nails draggled lazily over that spot, cock twitching violently beneath the other man's touch and Snape began to wonder how long he could hold out.
"Fuck Draco�" he groaned, face twisting in tormented bliss as he struggled to force his lungs to accept huge gulps of air, willing himself not to lose control; not yet because Draco wasn't done.
Draco increased the rhythm of his hips, watching Severus from under hooded eyes. He was enjoying this, they both were.
"Is that what you want?" he asked, voice no more than a purr. "You want me to fuck you?" He accented his question with a firm yank upward on Severus� prick. "What�s stopping you from taking it then?"

What was stopping him? Snape thought, biting down harder on his lip as that maddening rhythm increased. He'd never really had any qualms about taking what he wanted before, asking for it yes but taking? No. And what he wanted was in front of him, pressed against him, eager, hungry and willing; all he needed to do was take it.
With a muffled cry against Draco's hair, he pulled the other man closer, simultaneously bearing down on his throbbing prick, howling in pure rapture as he felt it push into him in one smooth, perfect stroke; filling him so completely he wondered why he had denied himself of it for so long.
"Fuck," Draco choked out as Severus bared down. He willed himself still, straining under the pure pressure of being encased in that tight warmth and not moving. "Want� want you to fuck yourself � Severus. Want you to fuck yourself on me," he managed to cry before allowing himself to relax against the other man as much as he could. "Severus."

"Yes�" Snape moaned, lowering his head to capture Draco's mouth in a hot, devouring kiss as he slowly eased himself upwards while pushing Draco back gently, whining at the feeling of withdrawal before thrusting hard back down, pulling the other man closer to him again as fingers and nails pressed and dug with each rise and fall motion.
"Fuck�yes�Draco�so�so�" Biting down hard on Draco's lip, Snape continued his assault on the other man's mouth, willing his lips and tongue to convey in this way at least what his voice could not.
A shiver of pure lust shot down Draco�s spine at those words said in that velvet voice before his lips were bitten down on hard enough that Draco could taste the bitter metallic of his own blood. In an effort to keep from thrusting up in retaliation, he intensified his efforts on Severus� cock, using the water from the to ease the friction.
Still, Draco was still playing the revenge game as best he was able just now, and he slowed the pace of his hand to a few, short, loose strokes before letting go of Severus� prick completely. He allowed his hand to linger there, right above and to the sides; teasing just enough that Severus could feel it but not enough to achieve any real satisfaction from it.
When the other man increased his pace in retribution, Draco let his hand fall away from Severus� body completely, and shook his head. "No," he whispered, even as his head fell back with a moan at the pressure.
He knew Severus loved how he looked when he gave himself into abandon and Draco knew how to use that to further his advantage. He wanted the other man desperate and crying before he could come; he wanted Severus desperate for Draco.

With effort he brought his head back up and opened his eyes partly, savouring the carnal lust in the Severus� face. Draco brought a hand up to his own chest, shivering at the feather light touches. He waited until Severus noticed his actions before rolling a nipple between his thumb and finger. "Fuck," he inhaled again.
Draco was playing the part of the perfect Slytherin wonderfully. He knew what he wanted, he knew exactly how to get it and he wasn�t above denying himself momentarily of what he had, no matter how good it was, in order to achieve it. Snape felt like praising him and cursing him all at the same time.
He wasn't going to be happy until Snape had fallen apart completely; had totally abandoned all sense of restraint and inhibition, and no release would be found until he had totally given himself over to the other man, until he was begging, and pleading and desperate for him.
Usually such a thought would have been preposterous. Severus Snape begging for anything? There was as much chance of that happening as there was Hogwarts admitting Muggles for lessons. However, these were not normal circumstances, and Draco was different, and Snape was different with him.
Easing the tempo of his desperate rocking back and forth on Draco's cock, Snape slowly slid his eyes from the wicked things that Draco was doing to his own body, allowing them to fix lazily, but no less hungrily on the other man's face.
He looked incredible. Lips parted slightly on a gasp as his fingers worked his own nipple, wet strands of hair falling indolently around his open, perfect face, while his eyes, usually grey but so dark with lust they almost appeared black, Snape felt the breath almost leave him entirely as he stood, completely mesmerised by the other man.
"Beautiful�" he gasped as he bent forward, brushing his lips lightly over the other man's and keening slightly at the distinctive taste of blood his last kiss had drawn.
"Draco�please�" Voice little more than a whisper as his tongue flicked out, delicately tracing a line over Draco's bottom lip before he moved to place wet, open mouthed kisses down the other man's jaw and neck. "Need this�need you. Pleeease."
And it was the truth.

Fuuuuck. Draco�s breath left him in a rush at hearing the sheer longing in the other man�s voice. Even Draco was not able to resist, nor did he want to. "Bring your leg down," he whispered to Severus as he adjusted his own footing. He waited until Severus did as he asked before leaning in and rewarding Severus with the gentlest kiss they had shared yet.
He did not break away as he grasped the other man by the hips, thrusting up hard once before setting into a rhythm that soon had him panting hard.
"N� need you to hold my waist with your� hands," he managed, before dipping his mouth back to taste the wet skin on Severus� neck.
Hands moving to their desired position of their own accord, Snape allowed his head to fall gently to the side, fingertips pressing into the skin of waist as he felt his body begin to gradually tighten as he drew closer and closer to the point of release.
"Draco�" he mumbled, the sound a low whine, almost pleading as his hips rocked in perfect harmony with the other man's.
"Draco�" he said again, only this time with a sense of urgency, pouring every ounce of emotion, every want, every desire and every need into the single word - the only word his lips seemed capable of forming.
"Yes," Draco answered, increasing his pace as he brought a hand back up to wrap around Severus� cock. He was rewarded with a gasp and Draco turned his head to catch it with his mouth.
"Want you to come, Severus. I want � want you to come hard, for me, all over my hand� for me."
"Draco�yes�for you...I want�I want�Draco�" Voice nothing more than choked muffled sounds against Draco's mouth, Snape cried his agreement, the name passing his lips in reverence and rapture, and sheer desperation because he wanted it too, wanted it so much that that it became the single thought in his mind.
No more was Draco thinking of revenge nor was his mood even playful. His only thoughts were allowing the rhythm of his hips to continue while not breaking the different rhythm his hand was continuing as it rubbed up and down on Severus� cock.
He could feel the tightness starting in Severus� muscles and he braced himself, turning to capture those lips again as Severus cried out, pouring into his hand.
"Yesssss," he echoed Severus� cry with his own, bringing his now covered hand to his lips as he sucked in a finger, his hips now moving of their own accord. He wasn�t going to last much longer, and he caught Severus� eyes with his own and smirked.
"Care for a taste?" he asked, offering his hand.
Snape hungrily caught a finger between his lips, lapping at the skin and moaning at the taste as he forced his sated body to continue its rocking motion of his hips, hands clenching tighter around Draco's waist as he lapped and sucked and bit the finger caught between his lips in time with each desperate thrust. He wanted, needed, Draco to come for him, to spill into him and fill him completely; knowing that he wouldn't be completely satisfied until he saw that perfect, beautiful face crumble under the effects of his own orgasm.
The combination of the wet, rough tongue against his fingers and the knowledge of what it was Severus was tasting added with the now near-frantic movement of his hips after watching Severus come so full undone � and Draco was lost.
He ripped his hand out from Severus� mouth and gripped him by the waist, fingers digging hard enough that a healing spell would be needed to remove the bruises he knew he was leaving there. He again reached for the other man�s mouth as he pulled him into a searing kiss, his tongue searching for remaining flavour of Severus.

He cried out once against that mouth as he came, throwing his head back then and allowing the emotion, completeness, and utter elation to fully overcome him.
Snape cried out with Draco, watching with pure ecstasy, as that perfect face grew taut, teetering on the edge before finally falling, seemingly smashing into a thousand fragments. For that brief moment, there was joy, pleasure, relief and innocence in the face that had too long shown the troubles that the young man carried, although few other than Snape knew the signs for which to look for them.
Wrapping his arms around Draco, Snape pulled him close, allowing his head to fall against his Godson's as he held him, smoothing trembling, quivering flesh and easing him down from the heights that Snape would never tire of seeing him fall.
"Magnificent." he mumbled as affectionately as he ever sounded, the single word accompanied by the slightest hint of a smile.
Draco let his eyes fall closed as he grinned into his Godfather�s neck. "I always am."
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