Happy Springsmut, ilostmynuts! Author:melfinatheblue Recipient:ilostmynuts Title: Turnabout is fair play Rating: NC-17 Pairing(s): Lucius Malfoy/Severus Snape Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended. Summary: After his escape from Azkaban, Lucius Malfoy is forced to take refuge with Severus Snape. Snape seizes his chance to take the proud blond down a couple hundred pegs. Warnings: nudity, slash, bondage, sex toys, humiliation Word Count: ~5000 Author's Notes: Many thanks to the betas for being patient and helpful and generally reassuring me. Hope this isn't too long for you, ilostmynuts.
The kitchen was small and dingy. One of the two men inside it was looking around with disdain. He was bedraggled, skinny, and filthy, with bruises and cuts all over him. The other man was dressed all in black, and looked rather imposing and grumpy.
"Just so we're clear on this, I am no happier about this than you are. I dislike my home being used as a safe house. But since you are here, you can, at least, make yourself useful."
"Doing what, exactly?"
"I have a list of potions the Dark Lord needs. You're going to help me make them."
"Am I allowed to clean myself up first?"
"Please do. You smell."
The bedraggled man smiled sardonically.
"You try spending a year in Azkaban. Be thankful they let me bathe last month."
"I really don't care about your problems. Just clean yourself up. Bathroom's through there, and your wife brought you a suitcase. I'll be upstairs in my lab when you're done. Knock first."
The grumpy man turned and walked out of the room. The bedraggled man ran his hand through hair that might once have been light-colored, and walked out of the kitchen towards the bathroom. He walked into the bathroom, and stopped dead. It was filthy. Water stains, mildew, soap scum, and was that a cockroach? He shuddered. Obviously the place hadn't been cleaned in a long, long time. He sighed. If he wanted to get clean, it wasn't going to happen in here. Not by a long shot. He was just going to have to ask for some cleaning supplies and get this place clean first.
He walked upstairs and knocked on the closed door.
"What?"
"I need cleaning supplies."
"Why in Merlin's name do you need cleaning supplies? There's soap in the bathroom."
"And grime, gunk, and roaches. I refuse to bathe in there till it's clean."
"Malfoy, you've been here less than five minutes, and you're already trying my patience."
"I'll clean it myself, Severus, just tell me where the supplies are."
Behind the door, Malfoy could hear Snape rummaging around. Then the door opened.
"Here, rags and cleaning supplies. You know you'll have to scrub by hand. I'm certainly not letting you borrow my wand."
Malfoy sighed, took the supplies, and crossed the landing to the head of the stairs.
"Figured as much. Thank you."
"Honestly Malfoy, you're just odd."
"And you're ridiculously messy. How you live like this is beyond me."
Suddenly Snape was in front of him, shoving him against the wall, a wand in his face.
"Listen, you spoiled brat, not all of us have manors and house-elves to serve our every whim. If you want to clean, fine. You're now the maid. I expect to be able to see my face in the bathroom tile by the time you're done. Then you can do the kitchen and the rest of the house. Maybe I should even get you one of those little outfits. Just remember: this is my house, and you're supposed to be helping me. I'm sure you wouldn't like me to tell the Dark Lord you're being uncooperative."
Malfoy paled under the grime. He put a hand up in a gesture of surrender.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hit a nerve. I'll go clean now."
"And you can keep your thoughts and opinions to yourself. I have no interest in them. Keep your mouth shut, do what I tell you, and we'll get along fine."
Snape released Malfoy and went back into his lab. Malfoy stood at the top of the stairs, massaging his throat where Snape had pressed against it. He walked slowly back downstairs, and went into the bathroom. He set the supplies down, ran some water, and started scrubbing.
A few hours later, the bathroom looked better. Not clean yet, but better. Malfoy was on all fours, scrubbing around the toilet. He didn't see Snape standing in the doorway.
"All fours. Nice position for you."
Malfoy pretended to be absorbed in his cleaning, but his face flushed with anger and embarrassment.
"Did you want something, Snape?"
"Just seeing how it was coming along. And considering the fact that I saved your worthless brat's life, you could call me sir."
"Yes, sir."
Malfoy ground the word out between clenched teeth. Snape pretended not to notice.
"You're doing a decent job, I suppose. Still can't see my face in the floor."
"I'm not done yet, sir."
One of Malfoy's hands had curled into a fist.
"There are sandwiches in the kitchen. Not the lavish meals you're accustomed to, but for the rest of us it suffices. Wash your hands and come have one."
"Yes, sir."
"After all, I can't let you starve when there's so much of the house left to be cleaned."
Snape exited the room in a swirl of robes. Malfoy resisted the urge to punch him and followed.
"Wash your hands, boy."
A long string of curse words was on the tip of Malfoy's tongue. He forced himself to swallow them and to answer politely.
"I'm older than you are, sir."
"And you have about as much sense as a fourteen-year-old boy. Thus you're going to be addressed as such."
Snape turned his back so that Malfoy wouldn't see the smirk on his face. He was really enjoying the chance to take Malfoy down a couple hundred notches. Smarmy rich git, always lording it over him, and he had to take it. He'd needed Malfoy and his connections. But now, the Malfoy name was mud, and he could grind him into the dirt if he liked. Lucius Malfoy in the dirt had a certain appeal. He heard the water running in the kitchen sink. Pity, Malfoy was obeying. He could think of so many interesting punishments if he didn't. He heard the cabinet doors open, and turned back around.
"Is there a particular reason you're rifling through my cabinets?"
"I'm looking for a clean plate."
"The only clean plate is the one under the sandwiches. Just use your fingers."
Malfoy picked up a sandwich and examined it closely.
"It won't bite, or poison you. Now eat it before I decide to force-feed you."
Malfoy glared daggers at him and took a bite. Snape smiled sardonically.
"See, you're still alive."
"Do you have any idea how much I dislike you right now?"
"Malfoy, we should get this clear once and for all. I couldn't care less how you feel. You're an arrogant idiot, and this is all your own fault. I'm just trying to insure that you actually learn a lesson for once. The fact that I find this so enjoyable is just a bonus. And if you decide not to obey me, well, I'm sure that the Dark Lord can come up with all sorts of interesting punishments. He might even get Draco and Narcissa involved in the fun."
"I see." Malfoy's tone was flat.
"Now, you'll eat what I give you, when I give it to you. Talk back to me again, and I will come up with something suitably humiliating. And you will address me as sir, and count your lucky stars that I'm not insisting on master."
Malfoy dropped his eyes to the sandwich in his hands.
"Yes, sir."
"Now, that's better. After lunch I want you to finish cleaning the bathroom, and then clean yourself. I will supervise to make sure you're doing it correctly."
Malfoy was crushing the sandwich in his hands now. Snape wondered for an instant if he'd gone too far. But the blood collecting in his groin approved of the idea, so he soldiered on.
"After all, your incompetence is known far and wide."
Malfoy scowled.
"I don't need supervision, sir."
"I think you do. Planning to argue?" Snape asked in a deceptively calm voice.
"No, sir." Malfoy's voice was scarcely more than a whisper.
"That's a good boy. Now, finish up your sandwich."
Malfoy glared at the table and stuffed the rest of the sandwich into his mouth.
"Manners, manners. Honestly, I'd expect better of you, but I've spent some time with Draco. I see where he picked up all his bad habits."
Malfoy just glared at him. Snape leisurely ate the other two sandwiches.
"Now, let's see how incompetent you really are, shall we?"
"I can clean a bathroom, sir." Malfoy practically ground out the last word.
"I say you can't, and I'm the one whose word counts for something to the Dark Lord nowadays."
Malfoy stalked out of the kitchen and into the bathroom. He knelt down on the tiles and began scrubbing, pointedly ignoring Snape. Snape leaned against the door frame and enjoyed the view. Lucius Malfoy was scrubbing his bathroom floor. Granted, he wasn't his usual arrogant self, but still, Lucius Malfoy was scrubbing his floor. This was a sweet, sweet moment. For the first time in his life, he wished for a camera to capture this moment.
After a little while, he realized the problem with his clever plan. Watching someone else clean was boring. Very boring. Hmm. Maybe if he spiced things up a little.
"What do you use a bezoar for?"
Malfoy looked up at him, obviously confused.
"What is this, a quiz?"
"Yes."
"I don't remember."
Snape smirked.
"Figures. You get a penalty then."
Snape looked around. The plunger was sitting on the floor next to the toilet. He picked it up by the rubber end and smacked Malfoy across the bottom.
"Ow! That was uncalled for."
"I'm in charge, Malfoy, and I'll decide what's called for or not. Be thankful I didn't demand you remove your trousers for a proper spanking."
Malfoy stared at the floor, rubbing his arse. Snape's mind filled with all sorts of lovely images. Malfoy tied to a bed, his arse high in the air, bright red with handprints. Malfoy, kneeling, naked, with his cock in his mouth. Malfoy begging to be fucked. And then it occurred to him, all those things were possible now. No one would care what he did to Malfoy except Malfoy himself, and he no longer had any power. And the Dark Lord would be very angry indeed if Snape told him Malfoy was being uncooperative. He had all the power. For the first time in his life, he had the control.
"Start scrubbing, pet. I don't think you want to make me angry."
"I'm not your pet, sir." Malfoy spat out the word.
"You're whatever I say you are, and if you have half a brain in your head, you'll do what I want without argument or complaint. Now I have some questions for you, and if you even think of lying, I'm going to tie you down and see if Wormtail would like a piece of your arse."
Malfoy started scrubbing again. Snape could feel the anger rising in waves off of him and it was intoxicating him, pushing him to go further.
"Who have you fucked besides your wife?"
Malfoy muttered an answer, so quietly that Snape didn't hear him.
"Repeat that, pet, louder this time."
"One whore, Katerin LeBlanc, and both the Greengrass sisters."
"And here everyone thought you were such a ladies man."
"I flirt, but I love my wife."
"Which leads me to my next question. How do you like fucking your wife?"
Malfoy kept staring at the floor.
"Go ahead and do what you want, sir. I'm not going to tell you anything about 'Cissa."
"You sure? I can make you extremely miserable, Malfoy."
"Humiliate me, make me miserable, do whatever. I won't betray my wife."
"What a noble sentiment. Do you think I care? And since you so nicely invited me, take off your clothes."
Malfoy turned and looked at him in disbelief.
"You've got to be kidding me, sir."
"Do I look like I'm kidding, pet?"
Malfoy stood, and began to take off his clothing, slowly, neatly folding each piece. He kept his eyes on the floor, looking neither at Snape nor himself.
"You really are a neat freak, aren't you pet?"
Malfoy didn't answer. He had come to the last piece of clothing, a rather natty pair of boxers. He seemed reluctant to remove them.
"All your clothes. Every stitch."
Malfoy slowly slid the boxers off. Snape admired the view. He doubted Azkaban had been kind to the other man's appearance, but even filthy and skinny, Lucius Malfoy was still attractive.
"Not bad. I've seen better, but not bad. Now get back to scrubbing. If you're very good, I might consider giving you a piece of clothing back later."
Malfoy kept looking at the floor as he knelt back down and began scrubbing the tub. He stiffened as Snape walked across the room to stand behind him. Snape pushed his legs apart with one of his feet. He could see the blush traveling down Malfoy's fair skin and the thought of how humiliated Malfoy must be right now made him rock hard. He took a deep breath and examined Malfoy more closely. Old scars ran down his back, and there were fading bruises on his sides.
"What are the scars from?"
Malfoy remained silent.
"I asked you a question, pet. I suggest you answer."
"Old history."
"I guessed that. Be more specific. My patience is running out."
"Different things. My father was a believer in spare the rod and spoil the child."
"A good philosophy, I think. Pity you didn't follow it with Draco."
Malfoy stiffened but said nothing.
"And the bruises?"
"Guards."
"A bit violent in Azkaban, I take it?"
"You might say that."
Malfoy straightened up. Snape moved over to take a closer look at the tub.
"It isn't clean yet, pet. You're not done."
"Just stretching my back."
"Did I say you could stop?"
Malfoy looked at him incredulously.
"I'm not allowed to stretch, sir?"
"Not unless I say you can."
Malfoy muttered something that sounded quite rude as he bent back down to the tub. Snape smirked. Cursing was as good a reason as any for punishment. He moved next to Malfoy.
"I don't appreciate your attitude, pet. I'm doing you a favor, you should be more grateful."
Malfoy looked up at him.
"I considered you my friend. Obviously I was sadly mistaken."
Snape laughed.
"You consider that friendship? You used me to get what you wanted, and I had to put up with it because I needed your connections."
"I see. So, financing your independent research, using my pull to make you Head of Slytherin, trying to protect you from the bullies over in Gryffindor; all that was using you. Bloody hell, what is wrong with you?"
Snape slapped Malfoy, hard across the face.
"Shut your mouth, before I decide to do something I may regret. No one's using me anymore."
Malfoy raised a hand to his bruised cheek.
"Merlin, you're pathetic. What a sick twisted bastard you really are."
Snape's wand was out and pointed at Malfoy before he even thought about it. Malfoy spread his arms wide.
"Go ahead, Severus. It's what you want, isn't it? To have me helpless and humiliated, for you to play with as you like. But no matter what you do to me, I'll still be better than you. I'm not broken inside like you, I can actually relate to other human beings. You'll always be pathetic, no matter what you do."
"Crucio!"
Malfoy writhed in pain before him. Snape quickly released the spell. He hadn't meant to go so far, but Malfoy had gotten under his skin. Malfoy's sides heaved as he tried to catch his breath.
"Now what, Snape? Did that make you feel better?"
"You didn't deserve that."
Malfoy was on his feet in an instant. He slammed Snape into the wall, hard.
"Try that on me again, and I'll disembowel you and tie your guts into knots while you still breathe. There are limits, Snape. You've gone far past them."
"Petrificus totalus."
Malfoy fell to the ground. His eyes stared angrily.
"I decide where the limits are, not you. Maybe I should just fuck you now, make it clear who's in charge, who has the power."
Snape pondered for a moment. Then he levitated Malfoy out of the bathroom, up the stairs, and into the bedroom, following behind him. He dropped Malfoy's motionless body on the bed. He remembered a time when he would have done just about anything to get Lucius Malfoy into his bed. Now he was there, and the victory felt hollow. He pushed that feeling aside. He hadn't had his victory yet; his victory would come when Malfoy was writhing under him, begging to be fucked. At one time, he would have wanted Malfoy to fuck him, and part of him still did, so much. But that would give Malfoy power, and he knew that if he gave Malfoy an inch, he'd take a mile.
Snape whispered a few words, and ropes slithered around Malfoy's limbs, pulling him into a spread-eagled position. He paused, suddenly unsure.
"Look, Malfoy, one of two things can happen now. Either I can shove my cock into you right now, or I can untie you and let you shower first. I'm going to fuck you, but I'm willing to be civilized if you are."
He released the spell and Malfoy started pulling against the ropes. But he didn't say a word, just glared at Snape.
"Well, which is it going to be?"
"Let me go."
"Are you going to be cooperative?"
Malfoy's expression turned sour, and his voice was cold with anger as he replied.
"Yes."
"Good boy."
The ropes slithered back, and Snape pointed his wand at Malfoy. He sat up, rubbed his wrists, and got out of the bed. He didn't look at Snape and his back was straight as he left the room and walked downstairs to the bathroom. Snape followed behind, still pointing the wand. He watched Malfoy bend down to put the stopper in the tub.
"No, shower. I said shower."
Snape couldn't see Malfoy's face, but he was sure he was rolling his eyes at that. Just like his brat did. He felt anger boil up again and fought it back down. He had to be the one in control. He watched as Malfoy started the water running, and then stared at it.
"Get in."
His voice was gruff, and Malfoy looked at him.
"If you wish me to shower, I need to know how to make the water come out of the shower head."
Snape walked forward, and slapped Malfoy's arse as he turned the shower head on. Malfoy started and quickly got into the water. He tried to close the shower curtain, but Snape stopped it with his hand.
"No."
"You'll get water all over the floor."
"That's your problem, not mine. You're the one cleaning it up, after all."
Malfoy turned his back to Snape and picked up the soap. Snape sat on the newly cleaned loo and watched as Malfoy began to wash himself. The water was grey as it sluiced off him. Snape wondered what it must feel like to have someone watch you so closely as you shower, especially knowing that you were going to shag as soon as you were done. Just the thought gave him a raging hard-on.
"Do you like having me watch you, Malfoy? Does it turn you on?"
Malfoy looked back over his shoulder at Snape. He had a superior look on his face.
"Not in the slightest. Now if you were a gorgeous woman, you might have a chance."
That look made Snape burn with anger. Fucking stupid Malfoy! Before he knew it, he was in the shower, slamming Malfoy's head against the wall. He forced himself to stop, though he retained a punishing grip on Malfoy's hair. He pulled Malfoy's head around, so that he could see his face. His eyes were dazed, the side of his face was starting to swell, and there was blood trickling down from a cut on his scalp.
"Damn you, Malfoy, it wasn't supposed to be like this!"
Malfoy's voice was slurred as he answered…
"And what was it supposed to be like, Snape?"
"FUCK!"
He let go of Malfoy's hair, and the man slid slowly down the wall till he was sitting in the tub. He cradled his head in both hands. Snape took a few deep breaths.
"Lucius, I want to make this good for you. But you have to give in. Stop being an arrogant bastard."
Malfoy made no reply. Snape was suddenly worried that he'd hit him too hard. He put a hand under Malfoy's chin and raised his face. Malfoy's eyes were still dazed, but open, and looking straight at him.
"Come on, Lucius, let's finish getting you clean."
He carefully helped Malfoy to his feet and leaned him against the wall. There seemed to be no resistance left in him. Snape picked up the soap and thoroughly washed Malfoy, paying special attention to his genitalia. Soon Malfoy was rock-hard, and whimpering.
"See, this isn't so bad, is it?"
Malfoy didn't say anything. Snape looked into his face. His eyes were still open but Snape wasn't sure how aware he was of what was going on. He felt a twinge of guilt and pushed it quickly away. He'd make it good for him. He helped Malfoy out of the tub, and dried him off. Malfoy seemed to be having some trouble standing upright.
"Come on Lucius, time for bed."
Malfoy nodded and started to fall. Snape caught him and put his arm around his neck.
"Now, now, you need my help. Easy does it."
He helped Malfoy up the stairs, and set him gently down on his bed. Malfoy promptly fell backward on the lumpy bed. Snape sat down next to him.
"What am I going to do with you, Lucius?"
He leaned over and patted Malfoy's leg. Malfoy jerked away, muttering something Snape didn't understand. Snape grabbed both his ankles, pulling them apart as he ran his hands up Malfoy's legs. Malfoy started to whimper and curled his lower arms tightly against his upper arms, like he was trying to prevent Snape from grabbing his hands. It was an odd position, and Snape was surprised to see it.
"Easy, Lucius, easy."
The whimpers intensified. Malfoy's erection was fading. Snape was puzzled. He wasn't hurting Malfoy, surely?
"Lucius?"
He leaned down to Malfoy's mouth, trying to see if he could make any sense of the whimpers.
"Don't please don't. I'll be good, I promise, just please don't."
Malfoy was now repeating the words over and over again. He was trembling.
"Okay. I'm letting go. See, I'm not going to do anything."
As soon as Snape released his legs, Malfoy curled into a tight ball. Snape patted his head, awkwardly. This was rather worrying, to say the least. Malfoy didn't seem to know where he was. He grabbed his wand from the bedside table and cast a few healing spells.
"Lucius, do you know where you are?"
Malfoy raised his head and looked around.
"No. Where am I, Severus?"
"You're in my bedroom. You've hit your head. What's the last thing you remember?"
"Deciding I needed to clean your bathroom."
"Which you did, and very well, I might add."
"Severus?"
"Yes?"
"Is there a particular reason I am naked, or did you just want a good ogle?"
"Well, um..."
Snape was now bright red. Malfoy swept his eyes up and down Snape's body in a strangely predatory fashion. Snape could feel those eyes burning through his clothes.
"I see."
Malfoy looked at Snape for a long moment. And then suddenly, he pinned Snape beneath him.
"So you wanted a good look? Like what you see?"
Snape couldn't seem to find the air to respond. Things had changed so very quickly. Malfoy licked the side of his jaw, and then sat up, keeping Snape pinned beneath the lower half of his body.
"I think you do, Severus. You want to be fucked, hard and fast, and I am just the man to do it."
"No, I don't."
Lucius raised an eyebrow, and then shifted his weight, grinding into Snape's erection. Snape gasped.
"Still don't?"
"You're a fucking arsehole, Malfoy."
"No, Snape, I'll soon be fucking your arsehole."
Snape struggled, trying to free himself. Malfoy smirked, and then pressed his mouth to Snape's, forcing Snape's lips to open. He gasped at the white heat of Lucius's mouth, even as part of him raged against what was happening. Finally Lucius let him up for air.
"Still want me to get off?"
"Fuck, Lucius. Just fuck."
"Certainly, Sev."
"And never, ever call me Sev again!"
Lucius smirked and ran his tongue down Snape's chest as far as he could. Then he grabbed Snape's wand.
"Hey!"
"Relax. You'll like it, you know you will, and then you can have your wand back."
"Hand it over now, Malfoy!"
Lucius smiled and used the bonding charm. Suddenly Snape was tied to the bed.
"Let me go, Malfoy!"
"Why should I? Did you like watching me scrub your floor, Severus? Did you like humiliating me? Well, now I'm the one in control. Lucky for you, I'm a better man than you."
"You insufferable arrogant..."
Lucius waved the wand lazily, and suddenly Snape was silent.
"Now, see, isn't this better?"
Snape appeared to be cursing.
Lucius stretched up, making sure Severus got an eyeful. Then he turned his attention to Severus' cock, which was currently only at half mast.
"It's a very nice cock, Severus," Lucius said, stroking it. "I am afraid, however, that it will never reside inside me for any length of time. Malfoys don't bottom, you see. But we have a great deal of experience in making those who bottom for us very happy indeed."
Snape was most certainly cursing now. And then Lucius moved his hand a bit, and Snape went from cursing to moaning.
"Now, are you going to cooperate?"
Snape was a bit too busy moaning at what Lucius was doing with his hand to answer.
"Naughty, naughty, Severus. I asked you a question. Oh well, guess I'll have to punish you now."
He looked around.
"Now where, oh where, do you keep a dildo? I'm sure you must have one."
Severus looked outraged at the very suggestion.
"Oh, well, good thing I happen to be very good at Transfiguring them."
Severus's look suggested that he did not consider this to be a good thing. Lucius ignored him as he pulled a moldy teacup off the nightstand.
"Severus, dishes should be cleaned more than once a century. But this will do."
He turned the extremely dirty cup into a respectably-sized dildo with an attractive blue and white flower pattern. He held it up and examined it closely. Severus's eyes widened.
"Oh, don't worry Severus, I have no intentions of seriously injuring you."
Severus's expression indicated that he was most certainly not reassured. Lucius ignored that, and stuck two of his fingers into Severus's mouth.
"I suggest you get those nice and wet. Wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable, now would we?"
Severus scowled around the fingers, but began licking them obediently. Lucius was smiling broadly now.
"Very nice. I'll have to stick things in your mouth more often."
Severus nipped at his fingers.
"Ow!"
Lucius pulled his hand free and shook it theatrically.
"That wasn't nice. And now you're going to learn why you shouldn't bite."
He parted Severus' buttocks and stared intently at the small puckered opening. Severus wiggled, trying to escape his gaze. Lucius pushed two fingers in, and Severus arched up.
"Oh, stop complaining. You love it, and you know it."
He moved his fingers around erratically, careful not to hit the prostate while stretching Severus. Severus continued to wiggle around.
"You know, that is really distracting. Reminds me of Draco when he was small and needed to go to the bathroom."
Severus scowled. Lucius smirked, and pressed down on his prostate, hard.
"See, I can be nice. If you give me some incentive. Now, you think you're ready for this?"
He held up the dildo where Severus could see it clearly. Severus shook his head.
"Now, now, I think you're ready…"
Lucius slowly began to suck the dildo, running his tongue over it. Severus arched his hips, imagining that same wicked mouth on his cock.
"You like that, don't you? Maybe if you're very good, you'll get a reward."
Severus thrust his hips upward.
"So impatient. It's really not becoming."
Severus snarled.
"If you're going to be pushy, I'll be pushy too."
Lucius slipped his fingers out of Severus, and pushed the dildo in. Severus' hands curled into fists and he arched his neck back.
"See, that's why you shouldn't be pushy."
Lucius slowly slid the dildo in and out a few times. Severus seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself. He was rock-hard and leaking, thrusting his hips to push the dildo deeper into his body. Lucius smiled, and lowered his mouth onto Severus' cock. Severus screamed soundlessly and came almost immediately. Lucius, who'd been stroking himself with his free hand, came quickly thereafter.
"Not bad," Lucius said, wiping the corner of his mouth and pulling the dildo out. He waved the wand, and Severus' labored breathing was suddenly audible.
"Now if you'll go clean the kitchen, we can do it again."
"You are an insufferable arrogant git!"
"Who currently has you tied to the bed."
"If you let me up, I'll suck your cock."
"You'll suck it anyway. And the kitchen needs cleaning."
Severus scowled. Lucius moved up his body and kissed him.
"Fine. Only because it needs it."
Lucius untied the ropes, and Severus got out of the bed, rubbing his wrists. He looked down at Lucius, sprawled on the bed, and started plotting how he was going to make him bottom.