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"You look tense."
Severus rolls his eyes, lips tugging into a scowl when he sees Lucius in the doorway to his study. "And you," he says, turning his dark eyes back to his notes, "look like you have no business being in my home."
Lucius laughs at that and swaggers forward. He pulls out his wand, waving it and Summoning a bottle of wine and two wine glasses. "I would hardly call this miserable little hovel a home," he counters, pulling up a chair and sitting across from Severus.
Severus hates him a little bit. He wants nothing more than to enjoy a quiet evening at home, outlining his lesson plans for the next school year. Lucius Malfoy is a terrible distraction.
"Relax; have a drink with me." Lucius removes the cork from the bottle and pours the sweet red wine into the first glass, the second. "You work too much."
It isn't fair that Lucius is so perfect. Severus has a life; he has things do, and those things shouldn't involve Lucius. Besides, Lucius is married, and this is so wrong. He knows he ought to decline the drink and send Lucius on his way.
He doesn't. Severus has never rejected him before, and he seems to be unable to do so now. Lucius always finds a way to show up and twist Severus' desires. It hasn't that hard; all Lucius has to do is exist.
"There you go," Lucius praises, climbing to his feet and moving behind Severus. He rests his hand on Severus' shoulder. "Just relax."
Lucius makes it too easy. Severus isn't much of a drinker, but Lucius can make him do anything. He takes a sip, and his body relaxes.
"Good." Lucius leans in, pressing a kiss to Severus' neck. "Very good."
It doesn't matter that Severus has a million things to do. Lucius' lips are on his skin, and nothing else seems to exist in the world, if only for a moment.