Chapter 4
Severus lies on his back with one hand behind his head and the other holding a cigarette to his lips, the white sheets covering him from the waist down. Draco leans out of the window, letting the night air cool his warm skin. Severus stares at the young man's naked form shamelessly, knowing that this is the reason he has chosen to stand so boldly in the moonlight, smoking out of the window. Draco pretends not to notice the attention, before turning and smirking at Severus, who smirks back, and he casually flicks his cigarette out of the window. He slowly saunters back over to the bed, teasing, and straddles Severus' hips. He plucks the cigarette out of Severus' hand and stubs it out on the bedside table, then entwines their fingers together and pins Severus' hands to the bed, leaning towards him. Severus exhales the final drag from his cigarette and their lips are crushed together in a haze of smoke and sweat and the unbearable summer heat.
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Draco is late down to the breakfast table, and his father glares at him disdainfully over the top of his newspaper. His gaze lingers on a small but dark bite mark at his throat, before he looks away in disgust. Usually, Draco wouldn't let a man mark him, but usually the sex was nothing like it had been the previous night. Draco delights in his father's reaction, and acts all the more chirpy for it.
"Good morning, father."
Lucius grunts dismissively, trying to pay attention to his newspaper and not to his son.
"I suppose I needn't ask where you were last night?"
"You can ask if you wish, father, but I doubt you'd like the response."
Lucius drops the paper to the table and gives Draco a piercing stare, but he is too busy peeling an orange to notice. When Lucius speaks, his voice shakes with indignation and anger.
"I have come to terms with the lifestyle you have chosen to lead, even if I do not condone it..."
Lucius is cut short as a servant enters the room. Draco accepts the coffee he is offered with one of his charming smiles, and Lucius places his hand over his cup to indicate that he doesn't want any, his lips pursed. The servant places the coffee pot on the table and leaves. Draco makes a show of watching him leave. Lucius continues in hushed tones.
"But I will not tolerate you dragging this family's reputation through the mud and humiliating me further, with your name in the paper every bloody week. It is not acceptable."
"My name's in the paper?" Draco drawls languidly, seemingly unaffected by his father's harsh words. Lucius tosses the paper across the table.
"Is that really a picture you wish the public to see? Is that what you want to be recognised for?"
"I think it's quite an attractive picture. Of me, anyway. I mean, he's not a patch on the man I fucked last..."
Draco smirks as his father sweeps past him and storms from the room, slamming the door behind him. He leans back in his chair, puts his feet on the table and settles back to read the Daily Prophet's retelling of their young celebrity's recent activities.