TIES
By Lady Bastet and Your Cruise Director

The black bow in Lucius Malfoy's hair is driving Severus Snape mad.

In fairness, it seems likely that Lucius did not wear the ribbon solely to inflame Severus. It is probable that Lucius has tied his long hair back to keep it from blowing in his face, for it is a windy afternoon, and the members of the Board of Governors have come to Hogwarts to inspect the grounds for needed repairs. But Lucius also visits the Slytherin dungeon to say hello to his son, and even after Draco has gone to Quidditch practice, Lucius chooses to linger, following Severus to his rooms as they speak carelessly of broomsticks and golden snitches.

Alone in his bedroom with Lucius, Snape cannot help himself: he lifts his hand to the bow and tugs on one long tail, watching it unravel the way he would like to unravel the delicate lace of Lucius' collar and the ornate clasps that hold his robes in place. Feeling the tug, Lucius half-turns to glance at Severus, which further unties the neat knot. "What are you doing?" asks Lucius suspiciously as Severus pulls the ribbon free, brushing it beneath his nose to catch a whiff of its scent while pretending to be scratching his face.

Lucius is not fooled by Snape's innocent expression, and there is faint annoyance in the twist of his mouth as he runs his fingers through the hair that now falls forward across his shoulders. "Was that really necessary?" he asks reproachfully.

The combination of Lucius' long, elegant fingers in his silky, shining hair is more than Severus can resist; reaching forward, he catches the hand in his own, pulling it toward himself. "I suppose not," he agrees, dropping his eyes from Lucius' suspicious expression and weaving the ribbon in and out of Lucius' fingers. The black satin makes a dramatic contrast with the pale skin. Snape thinks about how the ribbon would look around Lucius' neck with a bow just beneath the pulse in the hollow of his throat. He would like to taste the skin there, brushing his tongue so delicately that he would not stain the satin.

Smiling slightly, Lucius reaches with his other hand to retrieve the ribbon. He notes, "You seem playful today, Severus."

Returning the smile, Snape slides the ribbon playfully around Lucius' wrist, trying to maintain the same innocent expression. "I'm not sure what you mean."

"You have something in mind..." Raising his hand, letting the ribbon fall around it, Lucius tries to pull Snape close enough for a kiss. And Snape sees an opportunity. Moving in for the kiss, he catches both of Lucius' wrists within the ribbon, pulling it tight around them. His lover is distracted, moaning into the kiss and deepening it before tugging at his bound wrists and realizing that he cannot separate them. With a mutter of surprise, he pulls back.

Snape smiles again, holding Lucius' eyes as he ties another knot in the ribbon to be certain that it will stay. Lucius does not return the smile, but frowns slightly. "Severus?" There is no reason for Snape not to make his intentions clear now; he nudges against the blond wizard, urging him toward the bed. Lucius moves at his own pace, keeping his eyes fixed on Severus. "Do you really think you need to tie me up?"

"Of course I don't think I need to tie you up," replies Severus with a respectful balance of assurance and deference. "I only thought I might enjoy it."

"And do you?" Lucius lies down on the bed, feet hanging off the edge, hands in front of him.

Snape sits next to him, urging Lucius' hands above his head so that he can start unbuttoning his clothing. "You look quite charming like this, with your hair loose and your hands bound," he admits.

"You've seen my hair loose before." Lucius is watching Snape's fingers move as carefully in the elaborate fabric clasps as they moved when they untied his hair ribbon.

"I have." Snape's hands untuck Lucius' crisp white shirt and unbuckle his trousers, the metal of the golden buckle cool against his skin. "I prefer it loose. That ribbon was demanding to be used for some greater purpose."

At this, Lucius smirks. "Ah. And this is that greater purpose?" He lifts his hands slightly.

"What greater purpose could it have?" Snape shoves Lucius' clothes as far out of the way as he can, stopping when the sleeves catch on the bound wrists. He strokes what skin he has managed to expose on Lucius' chest, running his fingertips through the fine golden hairs. They are not as flawlessly pale as the hair on his head, but Lucius shivers and sighs softly at the touch, arching up a little. "I'll tie your hair back again when we've finished," Snape promises, easing his hand down into the hair below Lucius' navel.

"That is most kind of you." Lucius moans softly, letting his eyes drift shut. A single long lock has fallen across his forehead, and Snape reaches with his free hand to brush it back into the cool cascading silk of the hair spilling over the mattress as he draws Lucius' warm cock from his unfastened trousers. Again Lucius raises his hips slightly, moving into Snape's hand. "Yes..."

Severus strokes him, still playing with Lucius' hair. "Don't you realize that when you make your hair...inaccessible, it becomes a temptation?" he asks in a slightly breathless voice, a voice that betrays his excitement.

Turning his head, Lucius kisses Snape's fingers. "Perhaps I should wear the ribbon more often." Moaning loudly as Snape continues to rub his cock, he closes his eyes to enjoy the sensation.

"Perhaps you need more ribbons, in case this one should become stained." Lucius' mouth is still very close to Snape's other hand. He runs one finger around Lucius' damp lips, shifting so that he can straddle him.

"Perhaps I do." Lucius nods, thrusting as he does so into Severus' clasp. "I think I prefer wearing my hair like that, if this is the result..." Smiling, he bucks up against Snape, who begins to kiss and nibble his way down Lucius' lower body, taking his damp finger away from Lucius' mouth and using it to moisten one of his nipples. The prone man shivers and sighs, clearly enjoying himself. "Yes...you have such a talented mouth, Severus. Use it on me."

Snape takes his time, licking along the trail of golden hair leading to Lucius' cock until Lucius has begun to squirm impatiently. "Severus!" There are few sounds Snape enjoys so much as Lucius giving him orders, demands...finally, when his name is groaned again with a very faint trace of a plea, he grasps and strokes the cock, pulling back the foreskin to lick the head. Crying out at the feel of tongue, Lucius moves his bound hands down to tug lightly at Snape's hair. "More!"

Snape shoves Lucius' hands away from his hair as he takes him further into his mouth, until Lucius obediently moves hands up over his head again. His hips rise and fall to pump his cock between Snape's lips and he moans shamelessly, "Yes... good..."

Angling his head so Lucius can thrust into his mouth, Snape slides a hand down to cup his balls. He can tell Lucius appreciates it, because he makes full use of it, groaning and thrusting deeper into his throat. Swallowing around the head of the cock, Snape fingers Lucius' perineum, feeling the balls tighten against his knuckles. Again Lucius cries out and bucks up, close to orgasm. "Severus!"

Oh, Snape can taste how close he is, and wriggles the very tip of the finger inside him. With a loud groan Lucius tries to move down onto the finger, greedy as always, trying to get a little more of every sensation before it's over. Burrowing in deeper, Severus withdraws his mouth a bit to give the head of Lucius' cock a hard suck, and Lucius lets out an inarticulate cry, coming loudly. The channel clenches around Snape's wriggling finger as he swallows the hot seed spilling into his mouth.

Panting and moaning softly, Lucius relaxes again. Snape lifts his head, smirking slightly while he withdraws the finger. He would like to come inside that tight arse, but there is something that he wants even more, though he would not dare articulate it to Lucius, not even now when he is smiling blissfully. "Would you mind terribly if I turned you over?" Snape asks.

With a lazy grin, Lucius replies, "Not at all." He starts to roll over and Snape gives him a hand, since Lucius' are still tied together. "Thank you," the older man grunts as he settles onto his front, moving his hands to rest above his head again while Snape smoothes his clothes where they have bunched half-fastened beneath him.

"No, thank you." Straddling him again, Severus reaches up to stroke Lucius' hair back, a gesture which makes him shiver. Some of the hair falls across Snape's erect cock, brushing it in the most subtle, delightful way...this is irresistible, and Snape slides up along Lucius' back, moving his cock into the hair. "Thank you for being so accommodating."

"I wouldn't be for anyone else." Sighing, Lucius turns his head a little. "You still have a special interest in my hair, I see."

Severus is trying to wrap his cock inconspicuously in a handful of hair and stroke it, which Lucius turning his head makes rather impossible to keep discreet. To distract Lucius, he says, "It is magnificent hair. Don't ever cut it."

Lucius smirks and keeps his head still, apparently aware of what Severus is doing. "I won't," he replies in a rather aroused voice. "Where would I put the ribbon in if I did?"

Thrusting with as little movement of his hips as possible into his own hand and Lucius' hair, feeling his weeping cock dampening it, Snape tries to keep his voice steady as he answers. "I suppose -- you could tie up something else -- "

"Something else? Such as?" Now Lucius sounds distinctly amused, and a bit fascinated by what his lover is doing.

Snape is breathing harder, inadvertently bumping the head of his cock into the back of Lucius' head where there is more silky hair. "Oh -- I don't suppose it's long enough to tie my prick down -- "

"The ribbon? There are longer ones, and elongating charms," Lucius reminds him. Snape has ceased to pretend that he is doing anything other than fucking Lucius' hair; he is shamelessly rubbing his cock against the back of Lucius' head and neck with his hand, holding hair all over it. "Longer, and softer," whispers Lucius. "But you don't want a ribbon. What you really want is to wrap my hair around your prick and tie it up hard with it..."

Snape moans loudly, squeezing the hair around his prick. "Lucius!"

"Should I give you a lock of my hair?" Even the whisper is amused at the allure of Lucius' hair and the power it gives him over Severus. "I could charm it so that it will wrap itself hard around your cock..."

Crying out again, Snape moves his hand fast, mussing Lucius' hair in every direction. "Yes," he gasps, beyond shame or fear. "Tie me up with your hair!"

"Do you want that? To have my hair wrapped around your prick whenever you want it -- under your clothes, even? When you teach..."

Snape is inarticulately thrusting and grunting, squeezing Lucius' shoulders with his knees. The words drive him wild. He feels his cock throb, knows that he is about to dirty Lucius' glorious hair, and he cannot even warn -- "I'm -- Lucius -- I'm -- "

"Are you mine, Severus?" Lucius' whisper penetrates his fevered thrusts. "Do you want me always with you, always touching your cock?" It occurs to him that this would be humiliating for Lucius were it not for how lost Snape is in the sensations...Snape is not the one in control here. "Come then, Severus," orders Lucius and Snape convulses and calls out.

"Yes!" He is gripping Lucius' shoulder with his free hand, spraying hot come into the long blond hair and against the back of Lucius' head and neck. The body beneath him shivers at the sensation of getting wet and hot like this. Severus thinks that Lucius must be pleased -- pleased that Severus has admitted to being his.

By the time his hips have slowed their bucking, Snape is scarlet, looking down and running his fingers through Lucius' thoroughly messy and debauched hair. "Oh," he mutters softly. "I, ah, didn't plan that, precisely." His hand keeps combing Lucius' hair, enjoying spreading the dark streaks of his own semen through the pale waves.

"Yet it was a good plan. I approve of it." Lucius' voice is full of laughter, though he is also twisting his wrists as if they have become uncomfortable. "I didn't know you had these...lusts."

With his clean hand, Snape reaches over Lucius' head to untie his wrists. "I had only intended to pleasure you," he tells him. "Maybe to grind against you, a bit, after..."

Smiling now in relief, Lucius shakes his hands and rubs his wrists. "You did grind against me, in a manner of speaking."

Still blushing, and grateful that Lucius cannot see, Snape fumbles for his wand. "I'm glad you approve. If you hold still I will attempt to Scourgify..." Lucius rests with his chin on his hands, and Snape aims his wand at the stiff, sticky hair. A moment later it is clean again, and he goes back to combing through it with his fingers, trying to straighten it and also simply enjoying how it feels. "Do you want me to replace the ribbon?"

Lucius turns slightly to look at Snape. "Why?"

Sliding from his back, Snape takes the ribbon from where it has fallen from Lucius' wrists. "You sounded -- indignant -- when I removed it earlier."

"That was before I knew what you were up to." Lucius smiles. "Come here." He reaches for Severus, and when Severus slides flat on the mattress next to him, moving close, Lucius puts his arms around him and murmurs, "Next time, it's my turn to tie you up." Then he kisses Severus deeply.

Severus kisses him back with the utmost abandon, then smirks a little when Lucius draws back to breathe. "Will you really give me a lock of your hair?"

Lucius smirks as well. "I will consider it, for your birthday...or as a reward." At this, Severus blushes faintly and swallows a smile, kissing Lucius again to hide both.