It is a small house, much smaller than the one Snape created, but it was ready for her at the right moment. There is a single bedroom, and for now it will suffice, but as the two wizards claim it and size up the bed, neither is sure how three lovers are going to fit on it later, let alone the two of them right now.
They'll make due.
There is no talking; mouths are put to better use the moment Snape's bag is on the dresser. Kissing each other passionately, it is difficult to tell which of the two is the more dominant, or rather, the hungrier. Kissing eyes open adds to the intensity and the need, and after several minutes, the clothes are rapidly shed. Snape sits down at the foot of the bed and runs his hands over Malfoy's body. He is truly beautiful. Snape's touch brings a rise from Malfoy very quickly; Snape smiles wickedly as he looks up into Malfoy's misty eyes and teases him with the tip of his tongue.
Snape grips his hips and though he hasn't touched Malfoy with that tongue yet, Malfoy trembles with anticipation. Just the idea of what he thinks Snape's going to do makes him even stiffer, and he finds himself gripping Snape's shoulders. Close your eyes, Snape thinks to him, but he can't bring himself to comply. No, Malfoy thinks, I want to watch you do it! Snape's right brow arches and he smirks. Close your eyes, Lucius, or I won't do anything. Malfoy groans, but closes his eyes as ordered. The first thing he feels is Snape's hot breath on the head of his cock; the anticipation is almost enough to make him crazy.
The second thing he feels is Snape's tongue tenderly caressing his cock, and as he moans softly, Snape slowly slides that eager cock into his warm mouth. Malfoy freezes, as if he's never felt anything so perfect before in his life. There is movement, and then...the sensation of Snape's hand cupping, then gently kneading his balls, and his back arches from the sheer extacy of it. "Oh, my Gods," Malfoy gasps, then thinks, Severus, I'm very close... His grip on Snape's shoulders tightens and Snape thinks, I know, I can taste it, as he slowly releases Malfoy's throbbing cock.
Malfoy is suddenly caught in a storm of conflicting feelings, at least until he looks down and sees Snape moving farther up the bed, then lay down. Snape relaxes as Malfoy brings himself down to him, and Malfoy slowly, carefully, works his way into his lover. "What do you think Ellie's making for dinner, Severus?" Snape blinks, not sure at first he's heard right. "You've got to be kidding, Lucius..." Malfoy bites his lip and holds his breath for a moment once he's fully in, then says, struggling to keep a serious face, "Well I'm sorry, Severus, but if you want this to last more than a second or two, I have to distract myself for a minute. You'll have to forgive me, but you did that too well."
Snape smirks and tells him, "I'll remember that next time...what should I leave out?" I'm not telling, Malfoy thinks as he kisses Snape deeply, then balances himself on one arm; as if Snape knows what he's going to do, he places a hand on Malfoy's other shoulder so as to bear some of his lover's weight. With his free hand, Malfoy reaches down and lovingly strokes Snape's cock, and Snape grins wryly. "You keep doing that," he says, "this will be over in a second or two." Malfoy winks and says, "that would be alright though, wouldn't it? There'll be more pleasure after dinner, and we can make that last all night..."
Snape doesn't have to answer; he focuses all of his attention on the sensations of Malfoy's hand and staff, and it doesn't take long...Snape's back arches suddenly and he groans "Lucius," deeply. Malfoy banishes all distractions and concentrates everything on his lover's pleasure; he thrusts, grunting, once, twice, and then both wizards are coming, loudly, urgently, and once spent, Snape takes Malfoy into his arms, and they sleep...
They'll make due.
There is no talking; mouths are put to better use the moment Snape's bag is on the dresser. Kissing each other passionately, it is difficult to tell which of the two is the more dominant, or rather, the hungrier. Kissing eyes open adds to the intensity and the need, and after several minutes, the clothes are rapidly shed. Snape sits down at the foot of the bed and runs his hands over Malfoy's body. He is truly beautiful. Snape's touch brings a rise from Malfoy very quickly; Snape smiles wickedly as he looks up into Malfoy's misty eyes and teases him with the tip of his tongue.
Snape grips his hips and though he hasn't touched Malfoy with that tongue yet, Malfoy trembles with anticipation. Just the idea of what he thinks Snape's going to do makes him even stiffer, and he finds himself gripping Snape's shoulders. Close your eyes, Snape thinks to him, but he can't bring himself to comply. No, Malfoy thinks, I want to watch you do it! Snape's right brow arches and he smirks. Close your eyes, Lucius, or I won't do anything. Malfoy groans, but closes his eyes as ordered. The first thing he feels is Snape's hot breath on the head of his cock; the anticipation is almost enough to make him crazy.
The second thing he feels is Snape's tongue tenderly caressing his cock, and as he moans softly, Snape slowly slides that eager cock into his warm mouth. Malfoy freezes, as if he's never felt anything so perfect before in his life. There is movement, and then...the sensation of Snape's hand cupping, then gently kneading his balls, and his back arches from the sheer extacy of it. "Oh, my Gods," Malfoy gasps, then thinks, Severus, I'm very close... His grip on Snape's shoulders tightens and Snape thinks, I know, I can taste it, as he slowly releases Malfoy's throbbing cock.
Malfoy is suddenly caught in a storm of conflicting feelings, at least until he looks down and sees Snape moving farther up the bed, then lay down. Snape relaxes as Malfoy brings himself down to him, and Malfoy slowly, carefully, works his way into his lover. "What do you think Ellie's making for dinner, Severus?" Snape blinks, not sure at first he's heard right. "You've got to be kidding, Lucius..." Malfoy bites his lip and holds his breath for a moment once he's fully in, then says, struggling to keep a serious face, "Well I'm sorry, Severus, but if you want this to last more than a second or two, I have to distract myself for a minute. You'll have to forgive me, but you did that too well."
Snape smirks and tells him, "I'll remember that next time...what should I leave out?" I'm not telling, Malfoy thinks as he kisses Snape deeply, then balances himself on one arm; as if Snape knows what he's going to do, he places a hand on Malfoy's other shoulder so as to bear some of his lover's weight. With his free hand, Malfoy reaches down and lovingly strokes Snape's cock, and Snape grins wryly. "You keep doing that," he says, "this will be over in a second or two." Malfoy winks and says, "that would be alright though, wouldn't it? There'll be more pleasure after dinner, and we can make that last all night..."
Snape doesn't have to answer; he focuses all of his attention on the sensations of Malfoy's hand and staff, and it doesn't take long...Snape's back arches suddenly and he groans "Lucius," deeply. Malfoy banishes all distractions and concentrates everything on his lover's pleasure; he thrusts, grunting, once, twice, and then both wizards are coming, loudly, urgently, and once spent, Snape takes Malfoy into his arms, and they sleep...