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His black robes billowing, Severus made his way through Malfoy Manor until he spied a figure at the doors to the library. Surprisingly, it was Draco, and from his expression he’d heard the latest instalment of Malfoy Sr.’s little ‘Christmas Gift’.
Severus firmly grasped the younger man’s collar and frog-marched Draco down the hallway to the Heir’s bedroom. When they arrived there, Severus opened the door and all but threw them both in, barricading them behind layers of privacy and silencing spells.
“What did you think you were doing outside of that library?” The potions master purred, advancing upon his disheveled paramour and boxing him in against the door.
Draco licked his lips nervously, “I heard–” He paused, shutting his eyes and letting his head fall back onto the wood behind him. “I heard Potter choking–”
Severus’ eyes narrowed with understanding and he fitted his long fingered hand snugly around the blond man’s flushed neck. Onyx eyes met gray, dark with lust, as the latter snapped open at the feel of a hand. “You heard Potter choking on a cock , and now you’re impossibly hard.”
“Merlin, yes .” Draco sighed, writhing a little where he stood. The front placket of his trousers was tented obscenely and he moaned loudly as the Potions Master roughly turned him so that his front was up against the door.
Severus covered the smaller man with his body and set about divesting them both of the clothes that were in the way. Shirt buttons clattered to the floor, trousers were unbuttoned and pants shoved downwards to release leaking cocks.
Draco whimpered with his face crushed against decorative swirls in the wood, his lover’s teeth scraping the join of his neck and shoulder while a hand pumped teasingly as his length. “Please, Severus, please make me come .” His voice cracked as he pleaded.
The older man bit at the soft neck beneath his lips and growled, “You forget yourself, my snake.” He tugged harshly at the soft balls below that deliciously erect cock and groaned with delight at the pained shout it produced from the younger man.
Inky black hair fell forward into shining dark eyes as the potions master hissed, “You know that I don’t share well, my snake.” He tongued at the taught muscles beneath his lover’s jaw, lapping wetly.
Severus ground his stiff prick into Draco’s sweating cleft, pausing a moment to spit on it to ease the glide. He rubbed his shaft against the decorative green jewel that he had left at his lover’s entrance, delighting in the groan that action elicited.
“Do you want me to fuck you with the sound of Potter’s gurgles and gasps ringing about your head? You nosy, wanton, slut .” Severus rasped into the whining man’s ear, biting at the shell of it.
Before Draco could answer, Severus slid his fingers into the blonde’s mouth and fucked them deep towards the back of that wet tongue. Draco, unprepared, arched and gagged at the intrusion before it was removed.
The potions master drew his spit-slick fingers from the hot mouth and pressed them into the space underneath the jeweled plug, smoothing along the prepared rim greedily. He alternated between fucking the plug deeper into the needy hole and inching his fingers in before he removed the plug carelessly onto the carpet.
“I will stuff you full. Tether you to me until all you can think of is my cock, and my seed filling your lovely, whore body.” Severus dug his fingers harder into the pinned hips, “I’m not even sure that I should be fucking this hole if this hole wants another cock.” He whispered, smirking when the man underneath him choked and bucked with complaint.
“Only your cock, Sir. Only yours.” Draco gasped, thrusting back at the stiff, slippery member. He struggled against the hands holding him in place, spreading his legs invitingly and arching his back.
“Look at that lonely pucker, all ready to be filled.” The older man hummed and notched his cock at the lubed, puffy rosebud, pulsing his prick against it; feeling it attempt to suck him in.
“Yes, please fuck me.” Draco sobbed, keening when his Sir finally breached the guardian muscle. “Fuck fuck fuck, yes .”
“Shut your filthy, wicked mouth.” Severus thrust home hard, bottoming out and luxuriating in the rasps of pleasure coming from his partner. He snapped his hips, the sharp slaps of skin punctuating his need while he snaked his fingers upwards to fill Draco’s mouth.
“I have paid for you with my blood, my devotion, my life. I will not. Be. Denied .” Severus’ cock drilled into Draco’s arse, highlighting the last handful of spoken words with rapturous screams from Draco’s stuffed mouth. The vicious thrusts sent crackles of energy shooting through both men, as Severus’ prick swelled impossibly harder.
The entryway soon filled only with muffled shouts, groans, and the wet sounds of an ectatic man being bred to within an inch of his life. Draco was brought to the edge, over and over. No part of his body, from his knees to his crown, was left without some mark of feral claim.
As he, finally, painted the door with the evidence of his complete surrender, Severus claimed those pureblood insides with his hot seed. They barely kept upright, their knees locked as tight as the arms the Potions Master had wrapped around his lover.
Draco remained propped against the door, wiping drool from his face and emitting little moaning pants as if he was a winded, conquered stallion. Severus pressed his lips to feverish skin and croaked with gravel in his voice. “I have paid for you, as you have paid for me. We are one, my prize.” His tears joined Draco’s in cleansing trails over re-birthed flesh, as their hearts mended in the aftermath.
…
After Severus had completely forsaken his plans and staggered with his paramour to the bathroom, he ran them both a bath and asked the elf to gather a meal and healing supplies.
They’d spoken before about their hopes and plans for the future, though their recent experience seemed to fuel something deeper.
A curious memory surfaced for Severus; how he had stolen several of his mother’s romance novels as a child, for want of something to read in that godforsaken hovel. Each novel had crafted with words a sort of claiming, even if that terminology hadn’t been expressly used; Severus could read between the lines better than most could read at all .
Tonight had been a thorough claiming, though perhaps it had been more mutual than he’d intended. That said, Severus had an inkling that however mutual it was, they were both pleased with the result.