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29th September 2006 10:47 - FIC: Defenceless [Lucius/Severus; NC-17]
Title: Defenceless
Author: [info]ldybastet
Characters: Lucius Malfoy/Severus Snape
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Fetish
Kinks chosen: Leather
Word Count: 1200
Summary: Lucius makes his move when Severus is defenceless.

Defenceless



Lucius stepped closer, his face calm, not revealing what he had in mind, and Severus had to fight himself to not take a step back. There was something menacing about the way that Lucius had looked him over, sizing him up and Severus felt strangely exposed despite the robes he wore.

'Remove them.'

'What?' Had Lucius read his mind? Severus was sure that he would have noticed it, that such a probe would not have gone unnoticed, but the order followed so perfectly on his thought.

'Remove your clothes.' Lucius narrowed his eyes, apparently not pleased at having to repeat himself, and Severus' hands flew to his collar to open his robe. Like frightened birds, they hovered for a moment, uncertain of the danger, uncertain of how to proceed, but then instinct took over and button after button was undone, allowing the robe to fall open. Lucius could be very unpleasant, Severus knew, should he have cause to be angry with him.

Before fear could rise inside him, before resistance found its way out from where it had lain dormant and resting, Lucius grabbed him and spun him around. Severus all but stumbled against the sofa, and had to grab it to steady himself. There was a low squeak as his hands were sliding hard over the leather. To his mortification, Severus felt himself react most unexpectedly, his cock showing signs of interest as it swelled, pressing harder against the cold back of the Chesterfield.

'Lucius,' he whispered, trying to protest and fight back verbally when his body seemed unwilling to do so, but Lucius would have none of it and pressed a firm hand to his back, pushing him down against the sofa, causing him to press his face against the worn leather on the seat.

He was momentarily distracted by the faint smell of leather, and before he knew it, Lucius had pulled the robe up over his hips, draping it to hang like broken wings from each side of his back.

'No!' Severus had been stripped of what little dignity he had left, and felt as if he had to do something to get it back, while he could still think for himself, before it was too late and he had given Lucius complete control of the situation. But the word was lost among the creaks of leather as Lucius leaned down over him, and even had it been heard, it lost its value and weight as Severus moaned.

The feeling of the hardness that was pressed along the cleft between his buttocks, sliding up over his tailbone, caused his breath to hitch. Severus knew what was to come; he knew there was no way out of this situation now, and shamefully, he had to admit to himself that deep inside, he didn't want to have it any other way. Lucius had caught him unawares, he had made his move when Severus was unprepared and unguarded. Even though Severus felt betrayed by his own mind and body, he had to admire Lucius for knowing how to unbalance him and get the upper hand.

Severus' state of unpreparedness didn't last long after that, and he couldn't help but move back against the intruding digits that stretched and teased him mercilessly, not allowing him any pause to collect himself. Lucius placed a hand close to his face, making the leather creak and little folds and wrinkles form, and Severus sighed as he gave in to the urge and opened his mouth to lick at one of those long, elegant fingers, not unhappy to get a small taste of the animal hide as well.

'You love it,' came Lucius' hot whisper in his ear. 'You can't help yourself.'

Severus tried to stop the nod, but it was too late, and it would have been a lie to do so anyway. With every move he made to meet Lucius' fingers in his arse, his cock slid over the back of the sofa, over the smooth, dark leather. Whenever he moved his hands, the leather was cool to the touch, but as it was warmed up by their body-heat, by the contact with their skin, the heady scent of it grew stronger, to an almost intoxicating level that seduced his senses and his body, and Severus couldn't win this battle.

'Please...' Severus whispered, begging for something more, for Lucius to force him deeper into the well of pleasure and sensations, for freedom and blissful flight from shame and disgrace. The throaty chuckle from behind him, sent a message stronger than words, that Lucius was pleased with his response, but Severus didn't know if he could feel sorry for having given in when he gained so much from it, even if only for a moment.

The moment lasted longer than he anticipated though, as Lucius slowly slid into him, gradually forcing his body to accept him. Inch by inch and wave after wave of pleasure that was pain that was pleasure... and Severus realised that the sighs and moans he could hear were his own, filling the room like he himself was filled by Lucius. And the moment went on as Lucius pulled out to do it again.

Slow movements gave way to faster thrusts, and Lucius pulled Severus with him, making him move to meet him, making him slide over leather. His hands held Severus' hips firmly, both guiding and trapping him.

There was no need for Lucius to reach around him to stroke his cock; the leather-clad backrest took care of that. It was warm now, from Severus body, from the heat of his cock, and it caressed him deliciously as he rub-rub-rubbed over it. The sensation was maddening and still not enough. Severus moved his head so that his cheek was sliding against the leather, enjoying the softness and the smell, but then couldn't resist anymore and buried his face in it, breathed deeply and let the heavy scent fill his nostrils, fill his lungs, fill his entire being and bring him so close to orgasm.

Severus moaned loudly when he came, hot semen raining over expensive Chesterfield and making the edge of the backrest slick against his sensitive cock. He moaned when Lucius leaned over him again, pressing him down more firmly, and grabbed his shoulders. He moaned when Lucius' thrusts became erratic and almost brutal just before he too reached climax. He moaned when Lucius emptied himself in Severus' arse. And he moaned when he felt soft lips against the back of his neck, kissing.

'All right?' Lucius asked, and Severus nodded. 'I told you that I was going to surprise you...'

'How did you know?'

'I've been watching you. When you're not thinking about it, you're caressing this sofa in a very longing way.' Lucius pulled out carefully and helped Severus straighten up. He smiled as he wrapped his arms around his lover and gave him a deep kiss. 'I think we will have a lot of fun exploring this inclination of yours,' Lucius said and guided Severus around the sofa so that they could sit down together, absently scourgifying it first. 'Leather is not so uncommon, after all.'

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