Title: Ancient Pleasures and New
Author: ldybastet
Characters: Lucius/Malfoy/Severus Snape
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Kinks chosen: Death Eaters' Kama Sutra
Word Count: 1800
Summary: Through the wisdom and techniques of the Kama Sutra also gay Wizards can find pleasure and love.
Author's notes: Contains disjointed pieces and purple-ish language. The format of the Kama Sutra made me want to write something a little different from what I perhaps usually do. Beta-read by imma.

Ancient Pleasures and New

'I think we should start with something simple.' Lucius flipped through the book to find something less complicated. He tried to sound neutral, indifferent to any effects of the many pictures they had seen and the descriptions of various pleasures, one more exotic than the next.

Severus nodded. He didn't think he was quite as agile as the couple on that last picture was shown to be. Not even if he was the one doing the penetrating. 'We can work our way up to... that. Perhaps.' He cleared his throat. 'If we practise for ten years.'

'Well,' Lucius said and smiled. 'Then we certainly won't have any problems knowing what to do with our free time.'

Severus groaned. If it was from reluctance or anticipation, he wasn't sure. But when Lucius found a chapter on oral sex, he was reading over his shoulder.

'Why do they call them eunuchs? Just because a man wants to...'

'Suck a mango fruit?' Lucius couldn't quite suppress the smile. However, it did have a more poetic sound than suck cock did, he had to admit that.

Severus glared at him. 'Worship the lingam, was what I was going to say.'

'Different times, different prejudices. I'll be your "eunuch" later...' Lucius said and leaned closer to kiss him, not caring what the newly-found book said on such exercises and what techniques to use.

~*~

The Auparishtaka

The pressing outside, the kissing, and then the pressing inside... Severus hummed around the shaft in his mouth, and flicked his tongue over the tip. Lucius' deep moans came as replies to every little move and fluttering caress. Taste and feel of salty-musky skin and salty-sweet emanation made Severus' body soar in response, his own arousal building only through giving pleasure, through worshipping his lover's hardness.

Lucius leaned against the wall for support, his knees and thighs was quivering with arising lust, the hard surface against his back a cool contrast to the hot and soft mouth that seemed intent on slowly driving him mad. His whole body sang with pleasure, and a stream of cold fire began to spread through him, coiling at the base of his spine. A small trickle at first, then the stream grew to what felt like a river of molten lava that flowed through his veins, pooled in his stomach and threatened to burn him alive, to turn him into a volcano...

In Severus' mouth and throat, a hot stream erupted suddenly, a river of bitter fire that he tried to swallow, but it overflowed and seeped out through the corners of his mouth and dripped down onto his chin and chest... burning him even as it cooled.

The Tila-Tandulaka (an embrace like 'the mixture of sesame seed with rice')

Legs outstretched, bodies tight together; breathing slowly deepening as they moved together. Not yet as one, but building up towards that moment. With hands and eyes, they caressed and explored, feeling soft skin covering hard muscles with its thin illusion. No soft curves for cushioning their contact, only hard angles and firm flesh, made firmer still by their rubbing together.

Legs entwined now, bodies tight together; breathing loud and quick as they moved together. They moved as one, undulating movements, one against the other, the other meeting, rubbing against the one. Kisses shared between gasps and tender words, deepening into hungry gulps of tender lust and passion.

Lucius grasped Severus' wrists and pinned them down above his head while kissing, never stopping his movements that drove the younger man to frenzy. He was strong, the dark-haired one, but Lucius held him down, not letting him control the pace, not letting him get away. Like a shining god, he took what he needed, gave what Severus wanted. One man's climax gave cause to the other's, and their fluids caught between their bodies, a mixture of love and lust... a hot trail over skin.

And they relaxed in a tangle of limbs.

The Yawning position

Lucius' hair was fanned out over the pillow, blond against dark green. In the golden candlelight of the room, grey eyes glittered with lust as Severus slowly penetrated him. A low moan fled from between parted lips, and Severus wished he could kiss them, swallow the next moan and the next... taste them to find out if they tasted as good as they sounded. He leaned forward, resting his weight on his arms, and Lucius reached up. The slow kiss grew passionate as it was allowed to continue, the lust growing while Severus' hips moved. Slow and rhythmical as the ocean, relentlessly eroding the coherence of his lover...

Lucius lifted his legs into the air, pale pillars of strength and support pointing high now, unsettling the balance and making him tighten his insides. He pressed his thighs against Severus' sides, the better to keep his legs aloft, and gasped at the illusion of increased girth inside him. Severus groaned and gasped as well, the ocean waves coming faster now, deeper, harder.

With his own hand, Lucius caressed his cock, matching the moves inside him, the thrusts of his lover. His legs trembled, but he kept them high, until Severus cried out in ecstasy, and Lucius joined him.

The White Tiger

Severus leaned forward to rest his weight on his elbows and moved his knees apart. He felt exposed, vulnerable, out of control... but did he need control in this moment after all? The moan that escaped him as Lucius moved his fingers inside him seemed to imply that he did not.

When Lucius mounted him from behind, Severus threw his head back and looked into the sparkling darkness behind his tightly closed eyes. Lucius' hands moving over his flanks soothed and relaxed him and like a healing balm they took the pain and discomfort, spiriting it away. Move, he thought, suddenly certain that the only control he wanted was to make Lucius take him.

Then came from behind a sound like a deep, purring hum, and Lucius thrust leisurely into him, relishing every sensation. Passion grew, rose between them and inside them and their bodies demanded more and more and more... Slapping sounds of flesh mingled with their moans and gasps. The thrusts were hard and fast now, the hands that gripped his waist firm. Then one moved... down, around, clasping him, stroking him...

When blood was pounding in his ears, semen spattering the bed under him, Severus heard the roar of passion that signalled Lucius' orgasm.

The Crab's position

The pillow under Lucius' lower back supported him comfortably as he pulled his legs up. He was watching Severus while he did so, while he exposed his prepared entrance to his lover. Slow caresses down his thighs as he bent his knees; Severus' hands were soft and tender.

No encouragement was needed - penetration that was no intrusion, welcome, needed, wanted, made Lucius smile as he moaned. Arms flung out to the sides, he relaxed into the pace that Severus set, not able to influence it. He received, and he enjoyed... His hand lifted to brush over Severus' chest, to move down his side, his hip...

Pleasure seduced little words from Lucius' lips, and he let them fly, set them free and able to seek out his lover's ear. What he said, he didn't know, for they took that memory with them. But Severus' hands moved on Lucius' hips, his hardness moved inside him, his dark eyes moved over his body, and Lucius didn't mind being caught like this. It was familiar, not so strange this way of making love.

He watched Severus in his passion, watched him fall over the edge, watched his face contort in climax... and the pleasure was overwhelming. Lucius gasped, and hot semen ran over his fingers, fingers that were soon licked clean by his breathless lover.

The Lotus-like position

Severus gasped as Lucius grabbed his ankles and pulled them together over his body, forcing him to bend his knees, crossing his legs. Tension grew in him, back curved more, hips rolled up as blond hair fell forward and shut the rest of the world out... and the hardness inside him reached deeper than he'd felt before. A hand on each side of Severus' face, closing him in even more, but he was exactly where he wanted to be - in Lucius' power and oh so very capable hands.

Lips sought his own, and Severus wrapped his arms around Lucius' body, holding him tightly, kissing him deeply, deeply. They were both close to the moment of bliss already, and the tension built higher with each kiss and each move of Lucius' hips.

Legs trapped between them, folded together, Severus could only beg for more, had no possibility of meeting the thrusts but needed more... His cock trapped as well, between legs and hard stomach, tucked away where he couldn't reach it, and Lucius moving over him, rubbing.

Severus' world rocked, back and forth, in and out, and he was clinging to the only support in that haze of pleasure and passion and sensations - Lucius. Together they fell into the deep pool of chaos, of perfect order, of bliss and light and darkness.

The Supported Congress

Eager mouth covered his with hungry kisses. Severus' moan was muffled by full lips and talented tongue moving against his own. He could taste the passion, the sheer lust of his lover, in those kisses, in the hand that slid down his chest, undoing buttons as it went. The wall against his back was unyielding, cold stone, as unrelenting as the blond man who found all his weak spots, yet still somehow managed to turn them into strengths.

After months of slow and deliberate love-making this was new, raw. The urgent need like a wild storm that swept him with it, and all he could do was to grab hold of Lucius' robes and pull them off him. Hot lips moved over his ear, the whisper hoarse and desperate, while Lucius pressed him against the wall, hard flesh rubbing against hard flesh.

'To hell with that book! Just fuck me, here!'

With firm grip on Lucius' shoulder, Severus turned them around, slamming his lover up against the wall instead. The pale back and long blond hair against the dark wall made Lucius look as if he was shining. His shining star... his glorious lover.

When he entered Lucius, they joined in more than body as their moans mingled and rose up against the sky. The wind blew Lucius' hair into Severus' face, and he inhaled the scent of cloves and cinnamon. To hell with that book, Lucius had said, but Severus knew what they were doing was the Supported Congress, and what they had learned would never be lost.

'I love you,' he mumbled. There, he'd said it. And the breathless reply made him smile.