Severus lifted the cigarette to his lips, inhaling deeply. He closed his eyes as the smoke filled his lungs, the sensation rushing through him. He held it for a long moment before lowering the cigarette and exhaling slowly.
He could feel the warm body in front of him, hovering so close they nearly kissed. The groan told Severus all he needed to know, and his cock stiffened at the sound.
Hermione had been working overtime with the Wizengamot in session, and he felt her absence acutely. The damn witch had managed to wrap him around her finger as securely as her hair managed to trap his own hands. It was ridiculous.
He took another drag, and nearly groaned himself when hands found his hips, squeezing. Sharing a cigarette like this was erotic in a way, and he didn’t know how much longer he’d be able to keep his hands go himself.
Severus prided himself on his ironclad self control, but the bloody witch had awakened a need in him he’d long forgotten.
With the next drag, lips touched his as he exhaled, taking the smoke greedily. Keeping his eyes closed, he continued sharing the cigarette, though with every exhale and soft moan from in front of him, his cock hardened more, until it was throbbing painfully and brushed against the figure before him.
A sudden sound of parchment scattering had him opening his eyes, and found Hermione in the doorway, eyes wide, a stack of parchment she must’ve been carrying scattered around her. Her lips formed a perfect “o” and her eyes flicked between him and Lucius at an alarming pace.
Lucius was still pressed to him, their cocks rubbing through layers of clothing. Breath frozen in his chest, the cigarette burned out as the three of them stood silently, each waiting for someone else to break the silence or move.
Severus would have expected it to be Hermione to make the first move, but to his surprise, it was Lucius. He grasped Severus’s chin and turned his face so he could kiss him, the taste of the shared cigarette on his lips.
Part of him was screaming to shove Lucius away. They hadn’t been together since sharing Hermione, and he didn’t want her to think he’d been going behind her back. Yet something cemented him in place, Lucius’s fierce kiss fading into something more affectionate.
When Lucius withdrew, Severus couldn’t catch his breath, looking into the icy blue eyes that he knew so well.
Surprisingly, Hermione had remained rooted to the spot, watching their kiss with parted lips and wide eyes.
“Fucking hell,” she finally breathed, and shook her head, as if she were trying to shake herself from her stupor. She used both hands to push her hair away from her face, and Severus could see the thoughts flooding through her brain faster than she could process them. “I—“ she glanced away, blinked several times, and glanced back at them, as if she’d look back and find that she’d been hallucinating.
“You’re welcome to join,” Lucius told her, his voice silky smooth and dripping with sex.
Hermione just gaped at him. “I need a minute.” She turned on her heel, and disappeared into the house, her footsteps echoing through the silence.
Lucius reached into Severus’s pocket to retrieve the pack of cigarettes, lighting one with his wand and leaning against the parapet behind him. Severus just watched, the horrible sinking feeling that everything with Hermione had just gone up in smoke.