The Forbidden Fruit

𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖞-𝕱𝖎𝖛𝖊

Sitting on his bed as he studies, Draco lounges on his bed, bent over a liter of books and parchment still in his uniform from when he got home. Sitting up with a soft groan, he hears faint voices coming from outside in the hallway. "Who could that be?.." he asks under his breath looking towards his door, hearing the voices continue, he decides to get up and investigate. Creaking open one of the large oak doors, he sticks his head out, looking down both ends before his eyes land on Narcissa and Lucius sharing a bit of banter at the junction of the corridor. Watching quietly, his curious expression turns sour seeing how playful and lively they interact with one another. As they separate and head off in different directions, Draco decides to follow behind Lucius into the Drawing Room. Stepping inside, he remains quiet watching for a few moments as Lucius pours himself a glass of brandy from a decanter settled by the hearth. 

Waiting for him to sit down, Draco speaks up "You and Mother are close again.." he speaks as he approaches, standing off to the side near the sofa, only a few feet from where Lucius is sat. Not startled in the slightest, Lucius sets down his glass of brandy beside him "Perceptive as usual, Draco.." he murmurs, gesturing to the empty sofa beside the chair he's sitting in. "What is it you wish to speak about to me.. you hardly roam absentmindedly like this.." watching him carefully, noticing the shift in posture, Lucius smirks subtly before his gaze drifts to the fireplace. Fidgeting with his hands in his lap, Draco thinks for a few moments before speaking up "I know about you and Snape.." he says boldly, noticing the immediate tension in Lucius's shoulders. Remaining calm, Lucius's gaze remains on the fire as he speaks "What happens between Severus and I is adult business, Draco, your meddling will only lead you astray" he says without hesitation, reaching for a book he took from one of the shelves and bringing it into his lap.

Knowing he's prodding, Draco quickly speaks up wanting to get under his skin "I've seen such relations, Father, I am not a child and I do roam. You're not very discrete" he says as his eyes remain on Lucius's expression. Sneering, Lucius gives Draco a sideways glance "That is enough from you-" cutting him off, Draco is quick to his feet. "I refuse to be silenced any longer. You and Mother have been strained for months and you are ignorant enough to act as though I do not see it. Instead of trying to fix the damage you caused, you sought out solace in the arms of another, another man no less and of course that man had to be my bloody Professor!-" cutting him off abruptly, Lucius is quick to his feet before back handing him without hesitation. "You will not speak to me in such a manner, do I make myself clear.." he says in a deep, serious tone, a scowl across his face. After enough silence, Lucius speaks up "Look at me, boy.." he grumbles, his fists clenched as his sides "I said look at me!" he snaps, meeting Draco's flickered gaze, noticing the watery sheen to his eyes. 

Grounding himself from his anger before speaking, Lucius lets out a sigh "Whatever it was you may or may not have seen, if you utter a single word to your Mother, or anyone for that matter, you will be punished mercilessly, do you understand Draco" he says as he leans down to tower over him, his gaze cast in a dark shadow. Taking a hard swallow as he looks up at him, Draco nods hesitantly "Yes Sir.." he mumbles, feeling belittled and utterly embarrassed. Standing straighter as he tucks his arms behind his back, Lucius looks down his nose, allowing silence to come between them before speaking up to break it. "You are excused.." he says in a flat tone, simple but sharp as his gaze follows Draco as he leaves the room completely muted by his words.

In his chambers, sitting alone after a long day of teaching students, Severus tries to decompress as he toys with the alchemy set at his desk nestled in the window nook of his private dwelling. Feeling pent up from the lack of intimacy and pleasure, he lets out a groan "I have become more miserable by the day, I cannot continue like this I must do something to relieve this.. pressure" he says hesitantly. Stepping away from the potion he was brewing, Severus looks around his darkened space, lit up barely by a few candles nearly burned down from how long they've been lit, he lets out a sigh. Sitting down awkwardly on the velvet sofa facing soot caked free-standing fireplace, Severus's gaze falls upon a box of tissues, taking a hard swallow. Contemplating for a moment, he shakes his head "No, no I mustn't, I am a grown man.. not some teenager" he chastises himself as his eyes fall elsewhere. Patting his hands on top of his thighs nervously as he sits stiffly, his back hardly touching the sofa, his gaze falls upon the box once again, set in a rather ornate metal cover. 

Scooting closer to where they sit on the table beside the sofa, he stares at the box for far longer than anyone should share at a box of tissues before standing up. Stepping towards the only window in the room, he shuts the curtains with a swift tug, not wanting anyone, even the birds, to see such a thing. Sitting back down on the sofa, he lets out a sigh before reaching for the tissue box, taking out a tissue or two, not really knowing how many he'll need- if any. Sitting back against the sofa, Severus's hands twitch as they rest comfortably on his lap, a million thoughts racing through his mind as he tries to reason with himself whether to continue or not. "Is this truly necessary? I am an adult, I am fully capable of coping with such urges without resorting to such a deed.." he murmurs under his breath, feeling his heart beating in his chest. "Though, I have been quite irritable, far more than usual.. perhaps this would be beneficial. After all, it is a natural solution to my.. problem" he reasons, still feeling awkward as he continues to sit in near silence. 

Letting out a short sigh, Severus decides to move forward with the decision he already made when he grabbed the tissues. Reaching for the edge of his frock coat, he pulls it up to access the buttons of his trousers. Feeling his fingertips twitch as he pulls apart the buttons that fasten them close, they finally fall open. Looking down at his lap, his hands rest on his thighs gently brushing against the coarse fabric of his pants, his gaze falls upon the small sliver of skin shown just above his undergarments. Letting out a long breath, Severus shifts in his seat as he tugs down the only thing covering him before it finally meets the cold air of the room, making him gasp faintly at the sudden shift in temperature. Grasping himself, Severus shutters at the rough texture of his worn palm, the ice cold skin of his fingertips as he begins to caress it carefully as if this was the very first time. His pace wasn't hurried or desperate, it was explorative, he was becoming familiar with himself after decades of neglect.

Feeling his shoulders relax in tandem with the rest of his body, Severus rests his head on the back of the sofa as the sensation settles in. Feeling his fingertips glide over every subtle dip and bump, he lets out a low hum from his throat as he quickens his pace. Feeling his eyes flutter shut unable to keep them open, he shifts to part his thighs a bit more as thoughts start to appear in his mind. Thoughts of Lucius. Thoughts of their many, many shared rendezvous together, the way he felt when they were close, the subtle shivers, the heavy breaths, he was relieving everything as if it were happening in the present. Letting out a soft groan, Severus's pace picks up a bit as his leg involuntarily twitches as his thoughts run wild, fueling this moment far greater than he expected. 

As the euphoric feeling he's so desperately trying to reach inches closer and closer, Severus's breathing becomes heavier and heavier. Practically panting, his movements become more vigorous and hurried, the room becoming hotter with every passing minute as his muscles contract in his gut, knowing he is close. With his free hand gripping the velvet cushion he sits on, Severus groans as the feeling finally consumes him, his entire body shivers as he feels that release he was so hesitant to relieve moments ago. Easing himself out of such a euphoric climax that was ending far too soon, his eyes twitch open as his gaze falls upon the mess he's made in his lap. Taking a hard swallow as he lets out a shaky breath, he reaches for the tissue he prepared beside him on the sofa to clean up his undoing.

After he's thoroughly cleaned himself up, the feeling of bliss now far gone, Severus's hands relax on either side of his lap, his gaze fixated on the now limp and lifeless appendage nestled atop the seam of his thighs. Sitting in complete silence, the thoughts in his mind from moments ago now faded, he contemplates what he had just done. "Was the feeling of brief pleasure truly worth such a degrading act? How far have I fallen, to become so desperate for his touch that even this.." Severus mutters as he lazily traces along his limp shaft, feeling it twitch, as if desperate to feel something again "..hardly satisfied my ache.." he adds aloud, scolding himself. As the all too familiar feeling of loneliness and guilt return, his body tightens as a lump forms in his throat. A drawn out shiver runs through him as the weight of his own longing presses down as he lets out a deep, shuddering sigh. Covering his face with his hands they tremble slightly as cold streaks of tears slip through his fingers, carrying the weight of his familiar loneliness and the heaviness of his heart in tandem, like a never ending duo of turmoil.

To Be Continued...