As the door slides closed, Malfoy eases Snape back against the wall, चुंबन him hungrily as he fights with the buttons on his tunic. Snape attempts to help him but Malfoy gently pushes his hands away. "Unless you're going to put those hands on me, Severus, keep them down." Snape says nothing for a moment, but as Malfoy gets him undone nearly down to his trousers, he has to speak. "Not...here....bed, please," Malfoy kisses him again, and as they हटाइए over to the बिस्तर Snape fumbles with Malfoy's robes. Malfoy gently pushes Snape down onto the बिस्तर and wastes no time; his mouth caresses Snape's neck, his hand caresses Snape's stiffening cock, and Snape protests weakly. "Wait, Lucius, let me हटाइए up..."
Malfoy kisses Snape's soft skin just above his navel, then chuckles. "I have आप right where I want you, Headmaster...I think I'll give आप a little detention of my own..." He laughs, Snape does, but only until he feels Malfoy's heat on that hard cock, the fair wizard traces the length of Snape's shaft with the tip of his tongue, then spirals it around the head. After a few moments, Malfoy runs his tongue back down to the base. Snape groans, then reaches for his lover as Malfoy brings a hand up to first cup, then knead his balls. He gives Snape's cock another long lick, then takes it in deep. Snape gives a loud, appreciative groan and Malfoy thinks, I प्यार to hear आप sound like that, and the Dark wizard wants to tell him that he loves the way he makes him feel, but he can't quite form the thought.
He doesn't have to; the sounds he makes are enough. Malfoy takes his time pleasuring Snape, and Snape can do nothing but lay there, clutching the blanket, and accept the pleasure given. Malfoy reminds Snape of how much he loves him, how much he needs him, with every stroke of his hand and caress of his mouth. You'll be coming soon, my King, Malfoy thinks, and Snape groans. "King?" His voice is raspy with extacy, and Malfoy lets Snape slide out of his mouth, then gives him a long lick. He grins wickedly as Snape gasps and moans as the cool air hits his damp flesh, then tells him, "oh, yes...that's how Ellie thinks of you," Malfoy licks him again and Snape whispers, "I'm no king..." Malfoy chuckles and kisses the head of Snape's cock. "No? But we think आप are."
Just as Snape begins to rise up on his elbows, Malfoy takes him back into his mouth, back into his heat, and Snape lets himself settle onto his elbows and his head hang back. Shall I stop? Malfoy thinks teasingly, and Snape growls, "don't आप dare," and Malfoy brings both hands up to grip Snape's hips. If I am King, Snape thinks, you are my Knight, and Therion--Malfoy applies just enough pressure with his tongue and Snape nearly loses himself--has yet to prove himself, Malfoy thinks, then takes Snape in as deeply as he can, holding his hips firmly, then gives him just the right touch...
Snape comes, hard and loud, and Malfoy takes his all. The Dark wizard colapses back onto the bed, panting, a low groan escaping him as Malfoy finally releases him. Snape reaches for him and catches the hem of his pale blue robe. "Come here," Snape whispers, his voice gravelly, and Malfoy climbs up to lay beside him. Snape holds him tightly and asks him, she really thinks of me that way? Malfoy snuggles closely to him. Yes, you're her King, Severus, she adores you, आप know that. But there's something और than that in it. I can't quite put my finger on just what it is, but I've caught glimpses of आप in her dreams, crowned and Royally robed.
Snape's eyes close and he thinks of Elsbet, garbed like a little Queen, and shares the image with Malfoy. The fair wizard sighs and thinks happily of her sitting at the fountain, and the two of them joining her there, then the three of them surrounded द्वारा their court of crows and ravens. He shares with Snape and sighs again, then says quietly, "Therion is, perhaps, the Queen's Guard?" Snape smiles slightly and nods. "Absolutely. He has been for some time already," he says, and they both think of the bookseller as one properly attired, the black birds parting respectfully as he crosses the court toward them, then goes to one knee and offers his hand to the shining Queen.
"I wish we could have this," Snape says quietly, almost sadly, and Malfoy stirrs against him. "Why can't we? This is our City, our Sanctuary, it's another world, Severus. We can make this real," he says, and Snape ponders it. As he drifts off to sleep, his mind floating between the pleasure Malfoy gave him and the कल्पना Malfoy inspired, he ponders it into a dream.
Malfoy kisses Snape's soft skin just above his navel, then chuckles. "I have आप right where I want you, Headmaster...I think I'll give आप a little detention of my own..." He laughs, Snape does, but only until he feels Malfoy's heat on that hard cock, the fair wizard traces the length of Snape's shaft with the tip of his tongue, then spirals it around the head. After a few moments, Malfoy runs his tongue back down to the base. Snape groans, then reaches for his lover as Malfoy brings a hand up to first cup, then knead his balls. He gives Snape's cock another long lick, then takes it in deep. Snape gives a loud, appreciative groan and Malfoy thinks, I प्यार to hear आप sound like that, and the Dark wizard wants to tell him that he loves the way he makes him feel, but he can't quite form the thought.
He doesn't have to; the sounds he makes are enough. Malfoy takes his time pleasuring Snape, and Snape can do nothing but lay there, clutching the blanket, and accept the pleasure given. Malfoy reminds Snape of how much he loves him, how much he needs him, with every stroke of his hand and caress of his mouth. You'll be coming soon, my King, Malfoy thinks, and Snape groans. "King?" His voice is raspy with extacy, and Malfoy lets Snape slide out of his mouth, then gives him a long lick. He grins wickedly as Snape gasps and moans as the cool air hits his damp flesh, then tells him, "oh, yes...that's how Ellie thinks of you," Malfoy licks him again and Snape whispers, "I'm no king..." Malfoy chuckles and kisses the head of Snape's cock. "No? But we think आप are."
Just as Snape begins to rise up on his elbows, Malfoy takes him back into his mouth, back into his heat, and Snape lets himself settle onto his elbows and his head hang back. Shall I stop? Malfoy thinks teasingly, and Snape growls, "don't आप dare," and Malfoy brings both hands up to grip Snape's hips. If I am King, Snape thinks, you are my Knight, and Therion--Malfoy applies just enough pressure with his tongue and Snape nearly loses himself--has yet to prove himself, Malfoy thinks, then takes Snape in as deeply as he can, holding his hips firmly, then gives him just the right touch...
Snape comes, hard and loud, and Malfoy takes his all. The Dark wizard colapses back onto the bed, panting, a low groan escaping him as Malfoy finally releases him. Snape reaches for him and catches the hem of his pale blue robe. "Come here," Snape whispers, his voice gravelly, and Malfoy climbs up to lay beside him. Snape holds him tightly and asks him, she really thinks of me that way? Malfoy snuggles closely to him. Yes, you're her King, Severus, she adores you, आप know that. But there's something और than that in it. I can't quite put my finger on just what it is, but I've caught glimpses of आप in her dreams, crowned and Royally robed.
Snape's eyes close and he thinks of Elsbet, garbed like a little Queen, and shares the image with Malfoy. The fair wizard sighs and thinks happily of her sitting at the fountain, and the two of them joining her there, then the three of them surrounded द्वारा their court of crows and ravens. He shares with Snape and sighs again, then says quietly, "Therion is, perhaps, the Queen's Guard?" Snape smiles slightly and nods. "Absolutely. He has been for some time already," he says, and they both think of the bookseller as one properly attired, the black birds parting respectfully as he crosses the court toward them, then goes to one knee and offers his hand to the shining Queen.
"I wish we could have this," Snape says quietly, almost sadly, and Malfoy stirrs against him. "Why can't we? This is our City, our Sanctuary, it's another world, Severus. We can make this real," he says, and Snape ponders it. As he drifts off to sleep, his mind floating between the pleasure Malfoy gave him and the कल्पना Malfoy inspired, he ponders it into a dream.