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Name: no strings Pairing: Lucius Malfoy x Slytherin!Reader, Severus Snape x Slytherin!ReaderWord Count: 6437 Content/Warnings: NSFW, unhealthy relationship dynamics, bad sex (but consensual), good sex, obsessive behaviors, voyeurism, au where characters can be 18 at Hogwarts, cunnilingus, reader has a vagina Prompt: Reader has feelings for Severus and has agreed to help him blow off steam from his frustrations with Lily. When things go too far, Lucius is there to pick up the pieces. Author's Note: Requests are still open (for everything, not just this, please send in prompts)!! This has a lot of potential setup for a part two, so if people enjoy it I'd be happy to continue it and maybe include some more fleshed out sex scenes.

Before

You sat in the Slytherin common room puzzling over a particularly nasty Defense Against the Dark Arts essay. Lucinda Talkalot had spilled an entire inkpot on Professor Bernthal Unger’s desk, and he had assigned an extra 10 inches in retaliation.

So far, you had written a title and nothing more: Practical Solo Applications of the Orbis Jinx.

As there were no practical solo applications of the Orbis jinx or indeed no solo applications of the Orbis jinx at all, you were in a bit of a bind. You sighed and turned the page in your textbook. You glanced up to see how Severus was faring and frowned when you noticed that he was five inches down his parchment already.

He glanced up and gave you a sympathetic smile, shaking his head as if to indicate that he also had no idea what he was doing. You didn’t believe it for a second.

“What could you possibly be writing, Sev? There simply are no Practical Solo Applications of this spell.” You complained, the sarcastic capitalization perfectly audible from your tone. He smiled in the sly way he did when he was about to help you without helping you at all.

“Why not write about that, then?” He fixed you with that gaze for a few more seconds and you gaped at him before turning back to your parchment.

“Sev, you’re a genius and I love you.” You were too engrossed in your paper to notice the way that Severus flinched at that last part. The two of you were friends, good friends even, but his heart belonged to one Lily Evans. The casual affection was not something that he was accustomed to, when those words held so much weight elsewhere. He said nothing, returning to his work.

Severus, despite finishing long before you, sat with you while you finished your paper. These were your favorite moments: the quiet, comfortable ones where you knew that Severus was doing something solely for your enjoyment. You drew out the last sentence longer than you should have, just to enjoy the feeling a moment longer.

“Have you finished?” Severus asked, glancing up as you spread your parchment on the table to dry. He knew, of course, that you were done, but this was a part of the ritual. You did your homework together and he waited for you to finish. He asked you if you were done and you released him to go off after Lily or whatever else Severus did when he wasn’t with you.

“Yes, I’m done. Thanks for your help.”

He gave you a weird half-smile and waved his good-bye. You waited until he cleared the common room door and then collapsed back into the couch. If he was leaving the common room, that meant that he was going to find Lily. The warm feeling in your chest faded to something cold and hard pressing into you and you swallowed thickly. You should be used to being second to Lily by now, but that never soothed the sting.

One

“Do you picture her, Sev?”

It was getting late and Severus would need to return to his dorm soon, but you were a prefect and there were certain privileges that came along with that. One such privilege was the use of the prefect bathroom, which you and Severus had been enjoying since these dalliances had begun several months ago.

You lay behind him in an overstuffed chaise, your bare legs still tangled with his. He was soft and warm against you, all contentment and tiredness. You fought the urge to run your fingers through his hair as you waited for his answer.

“What?” His voice was high, nervous. You had caught him. You weren’t surprised. In fact, you had suspected as much since the beginning. You bit your tongue.

“It’s okay if you do, Sev.” It was not.

“I just want to know who I’m supposed to be underneath you.” You did not.

Severus sat up, his wide eyes glued to your face. You bit back a bitter laugh. It was the opposite during sex, with him. If his eyes were open, they never left your body. More often than not, they were squeezed tight, unseeing. Here, in the aftermath, you supposed he didn’t want the reminder of your body. He had fucked you and you were not Her.

You stood and started to slowly reassemble your uniform. Suddenly the thought of being near him was unbearable. Even knowing what his answer was, the apprehension pressed hard against the inside of your chest. You justified your hurry with the patrol you had to finish with Lucius.

Snape followed your lead, dressing quickly. You stopped to watch as long, elegant fingers flew down a line of translucent buttons, tucking away the boy that you had just been rolling around with. He looked ever the model student by the time that he was done, and you almost wondered if he had ever been nude to begin with. The two of you walked out together a respectable distance apart, silent until you reached the entrance to the Slytherin common room.

“I do, sometimes.” His words were spoken in lieu of a goodnight. Your stomach dropped. You had already known, of course. She had been the sole purpose of your arrangement. Still, it hurt to hear. You responded with a curt nod and turned on your heel to find Malfoy.

Severus knew that he should have lied to you the moment the words left his mouth. He wasn’t sure if it was something in your posture or your smile, but there was a shift, and it was not a good one. But why should he lie? You had come to him about Her, in the beginning. You had offered to ease the pressure with no need for explanations. No terms. No labels. No anything outside of that room.

Gears grinded in his head as he tried to parse your expression. What had that been on your face? Hurt? Jealousy? Offense? He settled on that one. It was the most logical answer. Perhaps you thought that by thinking of Her, he was saying that your body was not enough for him. That wasn’t the case, of course. And he would be sure to clear that up next time.

You found Lucius skulking around the dungeons, waiting for you to join him for your patrol.

“One more night.” Lucius said instead of a greeting, reminding you of the terms of your bargain. You waved off his concerns.

“Yes, Lucius, I know. Then it’s your turn. Then it’s…” You counted the days on your fingers, “the Hufflepuffs. I haven’t forgotten.” Lucius nodded, satisfied that you would uphold your end of the bargain. The two of you walked together down the corridor, the sound of your footsteps echoing in the emptiness.

“You might consider joining me.” Lucius intoned, turning to you with that famed Malfoy smirk. You laughed.

“On the outs with Narcissa again?” You accused him with a smile. This was not the first time that Lucius Malfoy had offered to bed you. If they were off again, he would not want to waste his time with the bathroom.

“No. I’m bored with her, and I know that you’re tired of Snape not looking at you.” He turned to you with a feral grin and you would have hexed him if he weren’t completely correct. You cared for Severus a great deal, and you enjoyed helping him relieve himself, but it was draining when you could not be you.

“I’m fine, Malfoy. I’m perfectly satisfied.” You lied with a smile. Malfoy saw straight through the lie, but he was polite enough not to call you out blatantly. Instead, he ruffled your hair.

“If you change your mind, you know where I’ll be. I’d be happy to look at you all you’d like.” He purred. Something in the words made you shiver. You had no particular interest in Lucius. He was attractive, sure, but he was not the one that you wanted. Still, you longed for attention, real attention. On you, not on the thought of a girl who you were not.

“What about Narcissa?” You asked, considering. You hated yourself for the concession but the look of heat that Lucius turned on you was well worth the hit to your pride.

“We’re not exclusive. She’s cozy with Rosier half the time.”

“Not Evan! They’re such close cousins.” The two of you fell back to normal subjects for the rest of your patrol. Still, you did not forget his invitation and he did not forget your slight concession. When you returned to the common room, he brushed his lips over your knuckles before you left to the girl’s dorms.

Two

By the time you reached the prefect bathroom the next night, Severus was pacing in a nearby corridor. Lucius had held you back with bits of gossip, trying to tempt you into blowing off Severus entirely. You considered it. Hearing in Severus’s own voice that he pictured Lily Evans when he shagged you had been a hit to your pride that you almost couldn’t bear. You weren’t sure what your motives were in asking, but the answer should not have been this surprising, or this painful.

Still, tonight was not for examining your complicated feelings for Severus. Tonight, was for getting shagged in the prefect bathroom before you had to give it up to the rotation. When Severus spotted you at the end of the corridor, his eyes were wide. He stumbled to you, gripping you tight.

“I thought you changed your mind.” His voice was desperate, but his eyes were glassy and unfocused. If you didn’t look, you could pretend like the desperation was for you. You looked anyway, your eyes searching for something, anything, in the lines of his face.

“I need—I need you.” He needed anyone, but you were there. You nodded and led him into the prefect bathroom, checking the room for anyone lingering before locking the door. He fell upon you immediately, attacking your neck with lips and teeth and tongue. He pawed at you hungrily, manhandling you out of your robes before you could remove them properly. So it was going to be like that.

You let him have you, drowning in his desperate attempt to feel. On his worst nights, he had at least been attentive to your pleasure, but there was no room for that tonight. He ripped your shirt apart, buttons skittering across the floor, eyes raking greedily across your body and stopping just where your hair rested against your shoulders. He pulled it up out of the way, by your face so that he wouldn’t have to look at it. It wasn’t exactly Her color.

He left your skirt, socks and shoes alone, pushing your panties to the side so that he could have his way. If this was for you, you would have come undone. If this was for you, it would have been searingly hot. If this was for you, you would have been in ecstasy. It wasn’t. This was for Her and he was taking it out on you, whatever it was, because she was unwilling. You choked down a sob as you let him have you.

He took you hard and fast on the bathroom floor, eyes trained on the place where your bodies met. You tried to catch his eyes, and reached up to touch him only to be swatted away. Tonight, you were not to help, you were to be used. You knew how to do that.

You watched him where he would not watch you. You memorized the desperation in his face, in his touch, in the sounds he made. You wrapped yourself in his energy, allowing yourself to be carried away in his fervor. This was Your body he was touching. Your body he was using. Yours yours yours even if it was not the one that he wanted. You let that take you, almost succeeding in creating something enjoyable when he froze above you, breath catching, hips stuttering erratically.

“Lily.”

Everything stopped. Something froze in your chest and then shattered. You had always been aware of why you were there, but he had never… Not when he was touching you, not when he was inside you. Not when you were looking at him. Not after. Never. He had never said her name and now you felt like you were cracking, drowning, losing something of yourself that you had barely had a grasp on in the first place.

He gasped your name as if he had only realized what he was doing, but the sound was far away.

“Please, I didn’t mean-“

“Get out.”

Severus’s heart beat painfully against his chest. Normally the two of you would cuddle after sex. You would lay there and talk about anything other than sex and he would walk away feeling like he hadn’t used you. You had just been helping a friend blow off some steam in a normal, healthy, adult way.

Tonight, though, he had crossed another boundary. Even as he had his release, he could feel you drawing away. When he tried to fix it in the aftermath, your gaze had turned to ice, and you had ordered him away. He gathered his clothes and left as quickly as possible, his head spinning as he tried to pinpoint what had gone wrong.

When he turned back to try again, you were sobbing on the floor, and he fled. No attachments. No terms. Nothing outside that room.

Three

The first two days that Lucius had the bathroom, you resisted the seed of curiosity that he had planted inside of you. You already felt utterly used and you could not handle the thought of enduring that again. Still, he didn’t make it easy for you.

He gave you heated looks in the halls, making excuses to touch you casually. He started throwing his arm over you in conversations, regardless of who was around. Narcissa had been peeved, at first, but it gave her license to more openly enjoy Evan’s attention and so the three of you were in an icy standoff with Evan none the wiser.

On the third night, you met Lucius in the dungeons, as you always did. You would start the patrol together and split off near the prefect bathroom. You would hide out in an empty classroom until he was done and the two of you would finish your patrol. Tonight, however, Lucius was determined.

His gaze was dark and heavy as you approached him, eyes trailing your body as if he could see past your thick robes. When you reached him, he took your hand and brushed his lips across your knuckles like he had before, this time stealing your breath from your lungs with the action.

“Why do you deny yourself?” He purred, releasing your hand to touch your face with the tips of his fingers, “I want to worship you.”

Oh. Oh. That was all it took. You knew that there was oxygen in the dungeons but none of it seemed willing to fill your lungs. Still, you couldn’t do this here in front of the common room. If anyone saw… Lucius had been touching you for days, damn him. It would come as no surprise if someone caught you here, hanging onto his every word.

You forced yourself away from him, turning to start your patrol. With Lucius matching your step, you were ever conscious of the slickness between your thighs. He never stopped watching you with that heated gaze, never stopped teasing you with brief touches even as you walked. When you neared the prefect bathroom, he grabbed one of your arms and steered you back into a small alcove. Your back hit cold stone and you arched away from it with a soft yelp.

“Lucius?” He studied you now. This close it was obvious that he had you. Your pupils were blown wide with lust, your skin burning for his touch. Your bottom lip was swollen where you had been chewing it as you walked. He almost didn’t answer you with the time it took him to appreciate you.

“You are stunning.” He whispered, leaning in to give you a kiss that burned through your entire body. You moaned into his mouth, unable to disguise your reaction to his touch. He chuckled and leaned down to press a kiss to the intimate spot just below your ear, “Simply beautiful.” He purred. Two of his fingers came up to stroke your jaw and he tilted your head so that he could look at you again. His gaze was equal parts dark and tender and you thought you might lose yourself in it.

“Let me show you how it feels to be wanted.” He murmured. He leaned in and tasted your lips again, gently sucking your bottom lip into his mouth as if he could soothe the swelling with his tongue alone. You were trembling with want for him, with a need for the things he promised you. It didn’t matter that you did not love him, and that he would never love you. You only wanted to feel, and perhaps that made you no better than Severus.

“You will not think of him in my presence.” This gaze was all darkness, his voice dripping with venom. You almost wondered if you had spoken your thoughts aloud, but you realized that Lucius was well acquainted with the pained looks you got on your face when you thought of him. You swallowed thickly and nodded, pushing all thoughts of Severus away.

“Good girl.” He murmured. Oh, yes please. He smirked at the way you leaned into his words, “Will you come with me?” He asked finally. You blinked owlishly as if just now realizing that you were on the verge of letting Lucius Abraxas Malfoy ravish you in public. You nodded, unable to find the words to express your desire. It was enough for him. He took you by the hand and led you into the prefect bathroom, locking the door with a thoughtless spell thrown over his shoulder.

You thought to ask where the person he would have spent the night with otherwise was waiting but decided not to voice the question when he sat you down on a couch in the corner. You started to fumble with the closures on your robe, but he pulled your hands away.

“Please. I like to unwrap my own presents.” He purred. You knew that he was only telling you what you wanted to hear, but you couldn’t help but blush all the same. He slowly removed your robes, draping them over a nearby privacy screen. Without them, you wore your normal uniform: A simple white button down with your Slytherin tie, a pleated skirt, knee-high socks, and shoes. It was what everyone wore, but Lucius looked at you with so much raw desire you thought you might have been nude already.

He slid behind you, drawing you back into his chest. He kissed a trail up the side of your neck, his mouth igniting fires all across your skin. You pressed back into him, closing your eyes as he deftly unbuttoned your shirt, stopping only to loosen your tie with one hand. As he pulled open the fabric he moaned into your ear at the sight of you, one hand sliding up to cup you through your bra. He took his time unwrapping you, savoring each new reveal as if it were the sweetest bit of flesh he had seen until you were down to just your socks and panties.

Through a fog, you realized that he was still completely clothed.

“Lucius.” You complained and his eyes snapped to yours as if he were surprised to hear his name from your lips. You realized then, ah, he did think you were no better than Severus, but he wanted you anyway. He wanted you.

“Yes, love?” You were perched in his lap, back arched as he peppered kisses to the top of your breasts, licking hot stripes across your collarbone. There was that Malfoy charm.

“You’re entirely too clothed.” You managed to state through a moan as a hand reached up to cup your breast, two fingers gently pinching your nipple. You were already so sensitive, and each touch reignited your senses anew. He would be the death of you. You wanted him to be.

He chuckled at you, helping you to your feet so that he could disrobe. You helped him, fingers flying down the row of buttons with expert speed. You undressed him greedily, voraciously. He had seen nearly all of you and you wanted the same from him. He did not stop at his pants, though, leaving himself bare before you. He was already hard and wanting, but when you went to touch him, he pushed your hands away.

“This is about you.” He reminded you, “You give so much, just take.” You took a shuddering breath as you considered the various meanings you could glean from his words. Rather than let you dwell on it, he firmly pushed you back into the couch, settling between your legs. He pulled your panties off slowly, a desperate moan rising as he revealed the final piece of you.

“You’re perfect.” He rasped. You briefly wondered how many girls he had used that line on, but you stopped caring when his tongue found your clit. You could not stifle the moan of pleasure that ripped from your body, but you didn’t want to. He lapped at your core, his eyes trained on your own, and you were transfixed. His eyes were gorgeous, desperate, starving. It was as if his entire world existed only for your cunt in his mouth.

You slid your fingers into his platinum blonde hair, tugging at the roots as you writhed above him. You wanted to push yourself down closer to his mouth, wanted to rut against his tongue, wanted to do anything to have more of him but instead you just held his hair, focusing on keeping your trembling thighs open as he drew you closerclosercloser with lips and tongue.

Electricity crackled across your skin and you came with a roar of his name as he cast wandless magic on you. He watched you come undone with an enchanted look on his face, as if he was memorizing each tremor and moan.

“Unbelievable.” He rasped, like you were the most amazing thing he had ever encountered. The affection was almost overwhelming, but you let yourself enjoy it. This was the sort of lapse of judgement that only happened once.

When he surged up to kiss you, he was gentle. He pressed his lips to yours, coaxing small sounds from you as he drew you into him. He might have devoured you, if you let him, and you wanted to let him. You knew that you were a notch on the mighty Malfoy bedpost, but damn if he didn’t make you feel good enough—special enough— that you did not care.

“Tell me you want me.” Lucius whispered, sucking a bruise into your neck. You hummed softly and stretched to give him better access.

“I want you, Lucius.” You sighed breathily, drawing a shudder from him behind you.

“Say it again.”

“I want you.” You repeated.

“The other part.”

“Lucius.” He bit down on your neck as you moaned his name, crushing your body against his. You repeated it softly, grinding your hips into him. He growled this time, his fingertips sinking into your hips hard enough to leave bruises.

“I would promise you the world for a chance to be inside of you right now.” He growled into your ear. You hadn’t realized that it was possible for you to be more aroused, but a fog overtook you in that moment and you knew that Malfoy would lead you to ruin.

“Start promising, Lucius.” He smirked wickedly at you and pushed you down on the couch.

“I promise to completely ravish you.” He spoke each word between trailing kisses across your torso. “I promise to make you feel wanted.” He sucked one nipple into his mouth, making you arch against him. “I promise to focus on you and you alone.” His fingers were tracing circles on your thighs and your entire body was already trembling with anticipation as he lined himself up. This was what you wanted. “I promise to fuck you until you forget who hurt you.”

It was a grand declaration, but it was one that fell on the back of his first thrust. He rocked his hips slowly, hissing at the heat of you. He started slowly, savoring the way you stared at him with those wide eyes as he rocked his hips. You had your legs spread wide for him, every nerve in your body begging for his touch. It was a surrender and it was a celebration. He fucked you, he made love to you, he worshipped your body with mouth and hands and cock and you came, screaming for him twice before he allowed himself the pleasure.

In the afterglow, he peppered kisses across your face and chest, running his hands across your body as if he could not get enough of you.

“I would have you again and again if you would allow it.” He murmured into your hair. “I would have you until you pushed me away.” Something in that sounded like a confession, but you decided not to parse it. You felt warm from head to toe, rather than empty, as you had often felt after sex.

“Thank you, Lucius.” You mumbled, “I needed this so badly.” He kissed your neck and ran his fingers through your hair.

“Any time, darling.” And you thought he meant it. After another few minutes, you begrudgingly dragged yourself off the couch and the two of you got dressed. The process was hampered by Lucius’s unwillingness to keep his hands off of your body, but eventually you were both decent enough to finish your patrol.

You left the prefect bathroom and strolled leisurely through the dungeons, lighter than you thought that you could be.

Something dark festered inside of Severus. He had witnessed every look, every touch, every word, and something possessive roared in him every time you gave in to Lucius. Every concession, every allowance frayed at his self-control as he sat hidden behind a pillar. Hidden, that way, to you.

Malfoy had seen Severus early in the encounter and had given him a singular smirk when you were too far gone to know his eyes were not on you. Hot shame bubbled in Severus at the thought of all the sighs and moans Lucius had been able to coax from you. The two of you had fucked for weeks and most of the sights and sounds from that night were brand new to him.

Granted, he had never watched your face before. He had never praised you like Lucius did. He had never worshipped you, lathed you with the attention and praise that you deserved. He had no claim over you and yet he hated Lucius for giving you everything that Severus had failed at doing. He hated himself even more for what he had done to you.

When Severus was sure the two of you were long gone, he swept from the shadows and fled back to the dungeons. He spent the night writhing against a pillow, images of your body wet and wanting for Lucius tormenting him endlessly.

Four

Something shifted between you and Lucius after you shagged. You had told yourself it would be a one-time thing, and you had held yourself to that, but he was… softer. He wrapped his arm around you when you walked places. He called you “love” and “darling” without it sounding like empty charm. He would sometimes sneak a kiss when you were supposed to be patrolling.

It made your head spin. You had spent so much time pining for Severus that you had forgotten how to feel things for other men. Lucius awakened that in you now, one touch at a time.

“What is your goal, Lucius?” You asked one night during a patrol. He sighed happily as he always did at the sound of you saying his name.

“Goal?” You frowned.

“With me. All of this affection and attention. Aren’t you with—”

“I am as much with Narcissa as you have been with Severus.” You winced. Of course, he knew. You had been lying about your use of the prefect bathroom. Malfoy made you feel things that you weren’t ready to face and so you had used the time as a reprieve. Some nights, you would just soak in one of the tubs and bring yourself release, rocking on your own fingers.

“You’ve known all along?” You gasped, hot shame or embarrassment warming your chest “Why didn’t you—”

“I will not force myself upon you, darling. I am here when you’re ready to come to me.” He stopped and turned to cup your face in his hand.

“Lucius, I—” he shushed you quietly, preventing the excuses from spilling from your lips before kissing you softly.

“I will be anything you need for me to be, but only when you ask for it.” He informed you, and then he was patrolling again, several steps ahead of you. Your head spun.

This was not the Lucius that you were used to.

You followed him—you had to; you were on a patrol—trying to work through it. Was this one of his games? What did he stand to gain?

Maybe it really was just that simple. Maybe he wanted you to feel good.

You thought on it for several days. You had come to see Lucius differently. He was still a Malfoy through-and-through, but there was something else there. Deeper. Softer.

At the end of the week, you sought him out.

You found him in the prefect bathroom, soaking as Narcissa paced around him. Your stomach dropped when you saw them together, but something in Narcissa’s face had you slipping quietly into the room to hide behind a pillar.

“I’m bored of Evan.” Narcissa announced, “Aren’t you bored?”

Lucius examined the fingernails on his right hand.

“I’m bored of this, certainly.” He stated dismissively. Narcissa huffed.

“Lucius, I’ve forgiven you already for shagging her. Just forget about Evan and things can go back to normal. It’s not like you really care for her.”

Your heart seized in your chest as Lucius looked up at Narcissa. You couldn’t quite parse his emotions, and that made you nervous. Not this. Not again. Not now. Your heart was a steady beat of no no no no no no no that nearly drowned out everything else.

“Don’t presume to know who or what I care for, Narcissa. Leave or I’ll take away house points for trespassing in the prefect bathroom.”

That wasn’t what you were expecting.

“Trespassing? You can’t take points from your own house.”

“Try me.”

Narcissa opened her mouth as if to argue further, but she only growled and stormed out. You waited for the door to slam behind her before slipping into view. Lucius turned towards your footsteps and winced as he realized that you had been in the room.

“I’m sorry you had to see that.”

You smiled weakly and took a seat at the edge of the tub, crossing your legs.

“I think I’m glad I did. I somehow didn’t expect to find her here.” You admitted sheepishly. From the beginning, Malfoy had offered you nothing more than “whatever you needed” which you took to mean comfort. You had no illusions that he wasn’t still shagging other people when you did not go to him, but the way he had been acting recently… Had you hoped?

“She’s been here every day I’ve had the room.” Lucius said, something flat in his tone. Your stomach dropped a bit, your heart aching from a betrayal you had no right to feel.

“Oh.” You managed. Lucius looked up at you in alarm and moved closer to you, water splashing with his urgency. You started, staring down into his wide ice-blue eyes. You had never seen the Malfoy heir this earnest.

“Not like that. I mean- I haven’t- She’s been here trying to convince me to take her back. She’s grown bored of Evan or of people pointing out how close their bloodlines are, I’m not sure which.” He stumbled over his words for a moment before regaining his normal composure. If you hadn’t witnessed the moment of uncertainty yourself, you would never believe that it happened.

”Oh. Why didn’t you?” Again, you found yourself asking questions you weren’t sure you wanted to know the answer to. You weren’t sure yet what your feelings for Lucius were, but you knew that there were feelings.

“I promise to focus on you and you alone.” Lucius said darkly, quoting his promise at your first encounter. The memory sent heat flaring through you, and you swallowed thickly in an attempt to reel it in.

“Lucius.” You said softly. He closed his eyes and shivered at the sound of his name on your lips. When he opened them again, his pupils were blown wide and he watched you with such an intensity you weren’t sure if you could speak again.

“I thought that was for the night.” You finally managed. “Have you—”

“Denied myself this entire time?” He finished for you. You nodded.

“No.” Your heart dropped.

“I haven’t wanted anyone else, there’s nothing to deny myself. I’ve been waiting for you to come back for more.” Oh.

Your brain scrambled to find a proper response but found nothing but sparks. You realized that selfishly, stupidly, you had wanted that to be the case, but you had never dared to hope…

Lucius pushed himself up against the side of the tub, breaking you out of your reverie as he moved closer to you.

“You have come back for more, haven’t you?” He asked. Something feral dwelled just behind his eyes and you could feel heat pooling in your core.

“Yes.” You rasped, the sound more wanton and pleading than you had hoped.

Lucius pushed himself fully from the water and you admired his glistening body as he crossed his room to grab his wand and whisk away the water. You started to stand from your spot on the floor but he stopped you with a hand and crossed the room again to kneel next to you.

You tried to ignore the fact that he was completely, gloriously naked next to you, but your body refused to comply. You were putty in his hands as he carefully unlaced and pulled off your shoes before gently rolling down your socks and placing them into your shoes.

Every touch was both searingly hot and exceedingly gentle. You let him undress you entirely, feeling bare and vulnerable despite the fact that he had been naked first. He took in the sight of you, his eyes hungrily drinking in your bare flesh.

“Can I touch you?” You asked, reaching towards him tentatively.

“Not yet. I’d like to bathe together, if that’s alright.” It was a question, but he didn’t need to ask. You nodded dumbly and let him help you up and lead you down the stairs into the deep tub. The water was pleasantly warm, and his body was hot behind you.

“When is the last time you relaxed?” Lucius asked, rubbing firm circles into the juncture between your shoulder blades. You moaned softly as he worked out a knot you hadn’t realized was there. The true answer was that you hadn’t relaxed since he had fucked you. You were sure he knew that, however, and wanted to hear you say it. Instead of giving him what he wanted, you played coy.

“I’m well on my way to it now.” You purred, leaning into his touch. He chuckled and redoubled his efforts, letting you win for now. He massaged down your back, letting your water-slick skin slide under his un-calloused fingertips.

He quietly murmured a summoning spell and you wondered if his trek across the room to gather his wand had been just for your enjoyment. When he pulled his hands away from your back, you nearly whined in disappointment. He stayed gone for a moment, lathering a bath cloth with soap before returning to gently rub circles down the back of your neck with the cloth.

You let yourself relax under his ministrations as he slid the cloth down your arms and then moved to your back. It was oddly intimate, especially due to the nature of your entanglement with Lucius Malfoy, but it was because of the intimacy that you enjoyed it so much.

You hadn’t realized that this was what you craved. The sex was great and fun, the attention was lovely, and the compliments were always welcome, but intimacy was what Severus never gave you.

“What are you thinking?” Lucius asked as he reached around you to lather your stomach. His voice was somewhere between curiosity and a warning, as if he could sense when Severus’s name crossed your mind.

“This is lovely.” You said, turning to smile at him. The answer didn’t seem to placate him, so you turned and planted your hands on his shoulder, moving forward to capture his lips in a soft kiss. His lips parted for you instantly and his arms closed around you, pulling you closer.

The cloth floated in the warm water, forgotten, as his fingers slid down your sides, thumbs gripping just above your hip bones. His kiss drew the air from your lungs and set your body aflame. You moaned into his mouth and he reciprocated with a quiet growl.

“Just lovely?” Lucius gasped, pulling away to catch his breath. You rolled your eyes at him and started to move away, but his grip on your hips kept you firmly in place.

“I suppose it could be more than lovely.” You teased, leaning forward again. He stopped you from kissing him and you raised your eyebrows, confused.

Instead, he pulled you into his chest and placed a kiss on your forehead. He said nothing for a long moment, just holding you to feel that you were there.

You and Lucius did not end up shagging that night, but you found yourself feeling just as satisfied as if you had. Oh, you were in trouble now.

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