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Metal clinks together in an uneven rhythm throughout the room. Nails rake against mahogany wood, no doubt leaving hideous scars behind. Ragged breathing and gasps join the unholy cacophony as fatigue claws at their consciousness.
There, lying bare in the center of the massive bed, is them. They tug desperately at the silver chains binding their wrists and ankles to the four posters to no avail. He made sure each was skin tight, disallowing any movement that his narrowed gaze would miss. They are exposed in nearly every way possible, unable to hide even from the frigid temperature of the dim space. They shiver for what feels like the hundredth time, this time from the tsunami of pleasure crashing over their fleeting composure.
Their voice cracks as they shout to the high heavens, trembling thighs clamping around the head buried between their thighs. More frantic tugging at the chains proves fruitless. The head remains despite this, jet black hair masking the face of their torturer.
“No-No more, I c-can’t.”
A firm hand closes around their throat. They lift their heavy eyelids, meeting the stern grey eyes of the mastermind behind it all.
“What was that, love?” He asks, yet an ever-growing smirk is present on his handsome face.
“Luci…” they whine, jolting once more when the dark-haired man’s nose brushes against their sensitive skin.
“Isn’t this what you wanted?” He gestures below.
Pitifully whimpering and moaning, “Yes, but—”
“Then you should be thankful to receive what Severus is so generously providing. Maybe then you’ll be a good pet from now on.”
They are tempted to curse him and his smugness but are catapulted into another orgasm. Their back arches as far as the chains will allow, toes curling. Their cries are suddenly muffled by lips pressing against theirs. Salty tears stream down their cheeks as he moves his blond hair over one shoulder. They feel the easing of pressure from below, letting out a small sigh in between kisses. But this insignificant noise alerts Lucius enough to shift his attention to Severus, whose chin and swollen lips glisten from his continued stimulation.
“Don’t you dare stop.”
“The poor thing’s all fucked out,” he drawls, tracing light patterns over their thigh with his fingers. They barely hold in a purr. “Perhaps they could be forgiven this once?”
Lucius hums, a pout on his lips. Silence falls over the group as they anxiously await his response. Suddenly, the smirk is back in full force. He leaves their side and strolls over to Severus. Leaning in close to the dark-haired man, he murmurs though loud enough for them both to hear:
“How about I punish you as well?”
Severus’s eyes widen, his dark pupils blown. Pink dusts his cheeks and he gulps audibly.
“Would you like that, pet?” He turns towards them.
They nod frantically. “Yes.” He raises an eyebrow. “Yes, sir.”
“Good pet.”
Lucius pulls Severus into a heated kiss, taking off his clothing one piece at a time. Severus lets out a whimper of his own, clinging to his partner as their tongues explore. Despite being overstimulated, they bite their lip at the scene unfolding before them, their hips shifting of their own accord. The night will surely be a long one.