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"Is that my shirt?"
(Prompt chosen by Anon)
Pairing: Severus Snape/Lucius Malfoy
Severus stared transfixed at the dancing flames in the fireplace until the flickering, bright lights began to pain his eyes. He blinked and peered down into the porcelain cup he cradled, suddenly aware that his untapped cup of Earl Grey had long gone cold.
With a disgruntled frown, he extracted his wand and re-warmed it. The steam that rose from the cup and penetrated his cool skin pleased him greatly, and he indulged in a long, appreciative sip as his mind slipped back into its aimless wander of matters not normally pertained to his person.
It would take getting used to this new 'arrangement', if one could call it that. As frequent a guest as Severus Snape had become to Malfoy Manor over the years, it still wasn't quite home. His lover was patient and insistent that, with time, it would be.
Making tea in the mornings for more than just himself, too, was a fresh experience, as was the sound of approaching footsteps from behind. Severus whirled around, startled out of his quiet contemplations, as his fellow company entered the dark but elegantly-arranged sitting room.
Stirred on by the enticing sight before him, Severus lifted a single eyebrow. Lucius Malfoy, uncharacteristically dishevelled-looking by his messy, bed-headed locks, stood idly in the doorway. At catching Severus's eye, he lazily stretched his arms above his head, donning only one item of clothing: a crisp, white dress shirt.
Always apt for making an entrance, the Malfoy patriarch's short bit of teasing revealed his well-endowed manhood. Severus growled possessively, lowly, his response a shivering whisper in the dark. His lover looked like a man who had been shagged to Utopia and back, a visual which privately satisfied his onlooker. Then Lucius lowered his arms, his-Severus's-shirt appropriately falling down to cover what the wizard coveted. He smirked knowingly.
"Is that my shirt?" Severus questioned. The underlying teasing in his voice didn't go unmarked.
Lucius's twinkling, grey eyes caught the whimsy of the flames at Severus's back. "Mine now," he baited in return. He stepped towards a hovering tea tray and helped himself to a cuppa which Severus had thoughtfully prepared for him.
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