Just for us...
Malfoy pulls Snape to him and slides his free hand down to the Dark wizard's pants. He plays with the top button and Snape smiles wickedly, saying, "so eager, Lucius...shall I make you work for it? Or, shall I be merciful and give it to you?" Malfoy's eyes flick downwards, then back up to Snape's, and an impish grin speads across his lips. "Well, it seems to me my King, that you're just as eager as I," he says, and Snape turns his head slightly away from his lover. He tells him, "that may be, my gentle healer, but you know I can restrain myself," and Malfoy lets his fingers graze the length of Snape's stiffening cock. "Can you?" he whispers, "when you have me right here?" He strokes Snape slowly once, twice, then on the third stroke Snape leans in and kisses him hungrily.
I thought that would work, Malfoy thinks, and Snape chuckles as he rises up just slightly. "Ah, but you don't have me yet, Lucius." Malfoy nuzzles him gently, kisses him softly along his jawline, then nibbles his earlobe. Are you certain of that, Severus? The combination of Malfoy's nibbling, the heat of his breath, and the sensation of his hand on Snape's cock makes it very difficult for the Dark wizard to resist his own desires. He gets out of bed finally and undoes his pants, and Malfoy grins as the Headmaster's rod springs proudly forth. "Now, that's quite impressive," Malfoy purrs, and Snape steps out of his pants. "Poor Therry," the frosty-maned wizard sighs as Snape climbs back up onto the bed, "he doesn't know what he's missing."
"We could call him," Snape says as he sits back on his knees and looks down at Malfoy, but the fair wizard laughs. "Maybe later, after we've had our pleasure with Ellie...we can tempt him into the bath." Snape's brow arches and he says, "unless, of course, he's having his own pleasure with Layne." Malfoy rises up on his elbow. "Really? I thought he fancies Remus..." Snape chuckles. "Oh, he does. They both do, actually. And if I am not mistaken, he fancies them as well." Malfoy smiles as he gently caresses Snape's cock. "Aren't we an odd bunch?" Snape does not reply right away, but lays back down beside Malfoy, half pinning him. "Hmmm..." Snape muses, "odd? Yes, perhaps. I dare say we belong together, misfits that we are."
Malfoy runs his hand back up Snape's side then kisses him, and with the kiss time for talking is over. Malfoy accio's to him a small vial of oil on the shelf opposite the bed, unstoppers it as they kiss, then as Snape moves Malfoy oils him up. Their lips part and Snape takes the vial from his fair lover, then gives him the same oiling. The vial emptied, Snape vanishes it, then gives Malfoy teasing little kisses down his neck. He nuzzles him and smiles when he feels gentle hands stroking him, then decides there's no reason to wait. Malfoy guides him down and groans softly as he slides in. When their eyes meet, Snape gently slides himself into Malfoy's mind; the two wizards are totally entwined.
The sense of completeness has a powerful effect on both of them, and their lovemaking becomes very passionate very quickly. Joined mentally as well as physically they can each experience the other's pleasure, and they share it, until they rapidly reach an extraordinary orgasm. They come together loudly, and if Elsbet, Therion and Layne downstairs weren't laughing and playing with the birds, Snape and Malfoy would certainly be heard. Breathing heavily, his appetite not quite sated, Malfoy urges Snape for more, but the Dark wizard gives him only a breathy checkle. "You'll have your more later, Lucius...with Els and Therry, remember?"
Malfoy frowns for a second and nibbles Snape's neck. "But it's not the same, Severus...you're the only one I want...in..." he says softly, and Snape settles on his elbows. He kisses Malfoy tenderly and tells him, "we have the weekend, my healer. We have time for more of you and I." They lay together like this for some time, until sleep threatens to claim them. Slowly, almost reluctantly, they untangle themselves and once Malfoy grabs the box with Elsbet's ring as well as her medallion, they quietly leave the bedroom. They slip just as silently into the grand bathroom, and once they settle into the comfortable, welcoming pool, the two wizards Dark and fair call their Lady to them.
Malfoy pulls Snape to him and slides his free hand down to the Dark wizard's pants. He plays with the top button and Snape smiles wickedly, saying, "so eager, Lucius...shall I make you work for it? Or, shall I be merciful and give it to you?" Malfoy's eyes flick downwards, then back up to Snape's, and an impish grin speads across his lips. "Well, it seems to me my King, that you're just as eager as I," he says, and Snape turns his head slightly away from his lover. He tells him, "that may be, my gentle healer, but you know I can restrain myself," and Malfoy lets his fingers graze the length of Snape's stiffening cock. "Can you?" he whispers, "when you have me right here?" He strokes Snape slowly once, twice, then on the third stroke Snape leans in and kisses him hungrily.
I thought that would work, Malfoy thinks, and Snape chuckles as he rises up just slightly. "Ah, but you don't have me yet, Lucius." Malfoy nuzzles him gently, kisses him softly along his jawline, then nibbles his earlobe. Are you certain of that, Severus? The combination of Malfoy's nibbling, the heat of his breath, and the sensation of his hand on Snape's cock makes it very difficult for the Dark wizard to resist his own desires. He gets out of bed finally and undoes his pants, and Malfoy grins as the Headmaster's rod springs proudly forth. "Now, that's quite impressive," Malfoy purrs, and Snape steps out of his pants. "Poor Therry," the frosty-maned wizard sighs as Snape climbs back up onto the bed, "he doesn't know what he's missing."
"We could call him," Snape says as he sits back on his knees and looks down at Malfoy, but the fair wizard laughs. "Maybe later, after we've had our pleasure with Ellie...we can tempt him into the bath." Snape's brow arches and he says, "unless, of course, he's having his own pleasure with Layne." Malfoy rises up on his elbow. "Really? I thought he fancies Remus..." Snape chuckles. "Oh, he does. They both do, actually. And if I am not mistaken, he fancies them as well." Malfoy smiles as he gently caresses Snape's cock. "Aren't we an odd bunch?" Snape does not reply right away, but lays back down beside Malfoy, half pinning him. "Hmmm..." Snape muses, "odd? Yes, perhaps. I dare say we belong together, misfits that we are."
Malfoy runs his hand back up Snape's side then kisses him, and with the kiss time for talking is over. Malfoy accio's to him a small vial of oil on the shelf opposite the bed, unstoppers it as they kiss, then as Snape moves Malfoy oils him up. Their lips part and Snape takes the vial from his fair lover, then gives him the same oiling. The vial emptied, Snape vanishes it, then gives Malfoy teasing little kisses down his neck. He nuzzles him and smiles when he feels gentle hands stroking him, then decides there's no reason to wait. Malfoy guides him down and groans softly as he slides in. When their eyes meet, Snape gently slides himself into Malfoy's mind; the two wizards are totally entwined.
The sense of completeness has a powerful effect on both of them, and their lovemaking becomes very passionate very quickly. Joined mentally as well as physically they can each experience the other's pleasure, and they share it, until they rapidly reach an extraordinary orgasm. They come together loudly, and if Elsbet, Therion and Layne downstairs weren't laughing and playing with the birds, Snape and Malfoy would certainly be heard. Breathing heavily, his appetite not quite sated, Malfoy urges Snape for more, but the Dark wizard gives him only a breathy checkle. "You'll have your more later, Lucius...with Els and Therry, remember?"
Malfoy frowns for a second and nibbles Snape's neck. "But it's not the same, Severus...you're the only one I want...in..." he says softly, and Snape settles on his elbows. He kisses Malfoy tenderly and tells him, "we have the weekend, my healer. We have time for more of you and I." They lay together like this for some time, until sleep threatens to claim them. Slowly, almost reluctantly, they untangle themselves and once Malfoy grabs the box with Elsbet's ring as well as her medallion, they quietly leave the bedroom. They slip just as silently into the grand bathroom, and once they settle into the comfortable, welcoming pool, the two wizards Dark and fair call their Lady to them.