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The Slow Unintended Seduction Of Lucius Malfoy	By : ChimaeraChan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 37407 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter Twelve
Draco was waiting, exhausted as he sat on the bottom step of the main staircase. When Harry and Lucius finally stepped through the front door, he got to his feet and practically ran, crashing into Harry with a huge hug. “Thank god, you're okay! It was ages... I didn't know...” Draco pulled back, waving his stray tears away and looking Harry over. “Is this...?”
“It's not his,” Lucius supplied, Harry's eyes wide with worry that he would have to explain all the blood.
“Fine, that's fine then,” Draco said with relief, hugging Harry again, much to Harry's chagrin and happiness. Harry patted his friend's back only with a little awkwardness, but Draco didn't care. He never did. “Harry, did you need anything? Uh, maybe a bath?” Draco added, scrunching his nose once realizing Harry was actually quite filthy.
“Yeah, I'll uh, go...” Harry gave Lucius a questioning look, the man dispelling him away with a smooth gesture.
Lucius turned to his son, Draco staring after Harry worriedly once seeing the blood in his hair. “It he okay? Really?”
“Physically, yes. Emotionally... Well, we'll see.”
“So did you...?” Draco raised his eyebrows, tilting his head questioningly.
Lucius cleared his throat. He knew Draco would respect Harry's privacy better than anyone else. “There was an... accident. Harry killed his relatives the other night. Considering the arrangement of the blast, and the damage done, the uncle was right on top of him when his magic exploded out in defense. The other two didn't survive the force. As you can imagine, he blames himself.”
Draco, who had gone silent at the news of Harry having hurt anyone, scowled. “It serves the damn monsters right. Dumbledore never should have brought Harry back there. There were only two ways that was going to end. I was sitting here all night worried you were burying him!”
“I waited too long. I was afraid... I don't know. I shouldn't have waited,” Lucius admitted with a mutter. “What's done is done. I'm going to see that he hasn't fallen. He's been unsteady at best.”
Draco nodded, yawning deeply. “I'm going to bed. Thanks for...” Draco stopped, throwing his arms around Lucius and hugging him tight. “Thanks for bringing him back home.”
Lucius smiled down, hugging Draco back until the boy was finally willing to let go. “I think we all need some sleep. I'm going to call out from work for tomorrow, and deal with what needs to be dealt with a little later.”
Draco stepped away, clasping his hands anxiously. “Is he... Is he in trouble? Normally kids that are known for magical explosions are watched all the time. Never allowed near muggles either. He didn't have anyone with power to help keep him from having accidents.”
Lucius nodded, shrugging his cloak from his shoulders. “It will be fine. I'm going to disclose the right information to a few key people, and nothing will be said of it again. Go along now. You look exhausted.”
Draco did, beaming relief at his father before shuffling up the stairs and into bed.

Lucius lingered downstairs, pacing his study. He wanted to go upstairs—Every fiber of his being needed to be upstairs with Harry. He was fighting it as hard as he could.
His worry had built the entire day. He had been consumed by fear of Harry's death. The relief to find the boy alive and having merely killed his relatives had been short lived. Lucius had a new worry. He had finally seen the boy through all his little holes, Harry's scraps of guarded defenses pulled away completely in that ugly house. Harry was fragile. The boy had nearly broken—That was how magic exploded. The user had to be on the verge of breaking. And seeing Harry fragile made Lucius feel.
Madness. The boy brought madness out in him. Burning, smoldering madness. Lucius wanted to go upstairs, wrap Harry in his arms, and swear his life to him.
The muggles had been a twisted char of flesh and bone. Divine sacrifice Lucius had not seen in many years. It brought the darkness back to the forefront of his being, the damn moods that haunted him still. Such perfect destruction. Elegant and beautiful in its utterly wild, remorseless execution. That the boy had done it—Still pure, somehow. Harry was fragile and tender, yet full of such terrible power. Lucius felt lost in its heady pull.
He remembered the last time he had come across such power. His father had forced him down, Riddle's dark eyes absorbing all light in the room until there was nowhere else to look but into the yawning abyss. But Harry's eyes glowed out of the darkness. They pulled and lit sparks that made Lucius burn. There was no one pushing Lucius down, yet he was always on his knees when he touched the boy. Paying worship like some ravenous supplicant.
Could the little demon even understand? He had gained so much power over Lucius. Harry had learned his secrets, compelled them so easily from the man by just asking. When had Lucius ever given something away of his past? Why had he? For a connection? Understanding? How had he become so twisted around this creature's shaking, unsteady fingers?
Delicate, sweet, pure... Lucius wanted to be a monster so Harry would never fear it in himself again. He wanted to destroy any enemy that might think to step into his home and steal the boy away. He wanted to hunt down all before they even thought to cross him. There should be no one alive to think Harry belonged anywhere else. Lucius wanted to burn things, and people, and lay them at the demon's feet in offering.
And still, he needed.
He was walking up the stairs before he fully realized what he was doing. Lucius had to make sure the boy was well, even now, even with Harry mere rooms away and in complete safety. He had to see. Had to touch, and taste, and know. The boy was fragile. Powerful and fragile. Broken and breaking everything in Lucius's quiet life.

Harry was patting his hair off with one of the many fluffy white towels that littered the manor's many bathrooms when Lucius strode in without knocking. Harry didn't have the strength to bitch about the lack of privacy, actually happy to see the man. Alone, Harry thought too much. About what had happened. About how he didn't deserve to feel good and live somewhere nice after what he had done. About how a part of him hadn't fully been untruthful, and he was glad the Dursleys were dead, and that he had killed them.
Lucius helped Harry to stop thinking, especially when the man gave a disdainful sniff at his pile of discarded clothes and immediately set them on fire.
“Hey! I was wearing those!” Harry yelped, stumbling back before the purple flames could catch on the towel he was holding.
“I know. This was to prevent you from trying to wear them again,” Lucius said with a drawl, pulling a towel off from the counter and wrapping it around Harry in a quick movement. Harry gaped, going red while Lucius looked down at him, the man's handsome face expressionless.
“I wouldn't have... They were covered in blood...”
“Yes, you would have,” Lucius said with such conviction that Harry had to believe him. Harry would wear pretty much anything, as long as it wasn't white.
“How do you feel?” Lucius asked, pulling Harry closer with the towel until they were pressed together, Harry's body nude where it touched Lucius's clothed front.
“B-better... The shaking has stopped.” Of course, the moment Lucius started touching him, a different shaking started in Harry, and it seemed a moot point.
“Good.” Lucius suddenly stepped back, wrapping the towel all the way around Harry. “I fixed your glasses and I forgot to bring them.”
Harry trailed after the man, peeking towards Draco's closed door down the hall. Lucius caught him, eyebrow raised in question. “Do you think you'll be doing something my son will not approve of? We're just getting your glasses.” Lucius pushed his bedroom door open, Harry blushing further.
“Whatever. If he yells, it's your fault,” Harry mumbled, stepping in the room. Lucius closed the door slowly behind him, and then stood absolutely still. Harry raised his eyes, wondering what was wrong, only to find the man looking him over, silver eyes raking his towel wrapped form heatedly. Feeling like he had just stumbled into a trap, Harry took a step back, Lucius smirking when his shoulders hit the door behind him.
“Lock the door,” Lucius said hoarsely, his hand reaching up to work the buttons of his collar.
Fire tingled down Harry's spine at the words. Everything Lucius did was sensual, even when saying three simple, somehow naughty words. Harry searched for the handle behind him, eventually getting the bolt to click. “I thought we were just getting my glasses,” Harry said weakly, Lucius having finished his buttons to throw his dress shirt on the floor. The man then pulled off his t-shirt, stretching the white fabric over his head to reveal toned alabaster flesh and hard muscle.
“How do we know they work, unless you have something to look at?” Lucius asked, making no move to get Harry's glasses anytime soon. Instead he stepped forward, Harry gulping as the man pushed him firmly against the door.
“Er... that is...” Damn it, sentences! How did Lucius do this to him, every time? A shirtless Lucius was even more distracting than a fully dressed one. Pale smooth skin with golden tufts of fur, muscles rippling easily, with only the small square of bandage on his shoulder to mar the sight. Harry furrowed his brow, hand brushing where he knew a scar was hidden underneath.
“I want to see them... All of you,” Harry said, fingers brushing slowly up where he knew one line wrapped perfectly around the man's torso. “Please. You see mine.” Lucius gently caught his fingers, then used his wand to remove the glamours concealing his scars. Harry smirked lightly; he had remembered the exact location. He pulled his hand from the man's grasp so he could touch the white mark again, thumb tracing slowly.
“I was worried about you,” Lucius confessed into Harry's ear, his hands carefully unwrapping the towel from the boy and pulling it free. Harry gasped, once again naked and exposed in front of the immaculate man. His skin tingled, Lucius's heat warm against him. Lucius ran his mouth gently over Harry's, lips slowly pulling a moan from the brunette. “I had thought they might have killed you... Was certain I had waited too long.”
Harry shrugged uncomfortably, a shiver running through him from the emotion in Lucius's voice. “Well... he almost did, actually. He had this frying pan, and he... Okay... We really don't have to talk about that right now...” Harry mumbled, the blond pulling him closer, arms moving down Harry's body and cupping his ass tight.
Lucius kissed Harry harder than before, so demanding and desperate that it took the younger man's breath away. He held Harry by the back of the neck, keeping him from escaping while he tasted every hot, wet plane of his mouth. Harry groaned, head and shoulders falling back against the door, Lucius pressing down against him so that he could barely move. Lucius's tongue ravaged Harry's, his teeth pulling at the boy's firm lip and drawing blood from the cut still swollen there.
Harry cried out, Lucius grabbing his wrists and pinning them to either side of his head while lapping slowly down his chin. Then back up to plunge through his lips again, nipping and sucking the red pout.
“Lucius... you're... oh hell...” Harry shuddered, the man rubbing his powerful body against him, showing just how hard he was and ready to have him. They shouldn't be doing this. Harry had done a terrible thing, and Lucius should not want to touch him after that.
“You're never leaving my sight again,” Lucius hissed between kisses, moving down Harry's throat to suck a red and violet welt. “I will kill anyone that tries to take you out of here. Aurors... Dumbledore... muggles... You will never be hurt like that again.”
“Oh fuck,” Harry gasped, Lucius's erection moving down to find his, the cloth covered bulge rocking with slow, hard thrusts against his bare, silken flesh. “Lucius, you're losing it...”
“I need you,” Lucius growled, sinking his teeth into Harry's shoulder, the boy crying out, entire body jerking from the burning, delicious agony. Harry panted for air, Lucius releasing his teeth to move his head up and meet Harry's gaze. What Harry saw left him speechless, something akin to emptiness and fullness clenching at his heart and making it race. Lucius had apparently lost it a while ago.
Lucius Malfoy was more naked than Harry at the moment. There was a wildness in the pale blue-gray eyes, an overwhelming of emotion when Lucius traced over Harry's features. He was afraid, so afraid that Harry was about to disappear again, fearing someone with just a little more power and cunning would be able to steal him away. And Lucius was afraid because he helplessly needed Harry. Why, Harry could not understand. Just that Lucius needed him so badly that he was either going to weep, or bolt and chain the doors to keep the world away.
Harry felt sluggish, drugged by so much emotion directed at him. He had a feeling Lucius must have understood—Had even tried to hide it at the Dursleys, afraid Harry would run. Harry could barely handle his own emotions. But this... It was riveting to see the man like this. For him. Just for him.
Swallowing the lump that had risen in his throat, Harry pulled at one of his hands until Lucius reluctantly released his grip. Harry ran his fingers carefully over the man's cheek, sliding up to press his thumb across his eyebrow. Lucius closed his eyes at the touch, breathing out harshly, trying to hold himself back from something Harry wasn't sure needed to be held back. He continued his exploration, moving down Lucius's nose, feeling the strong edge, and then tripping slowly over the swell of the man's mouth and lingering. Lucius's lips parted, teeth gently catching Harry's finger, holding him still.
There was a tension in the bite, Lucius's muscles tight, the man's breath rough and uneven. Lucius opened his eyes, the same madness burning in them revealed again. It sent strange flutters through Harry, as if he was sparking again, but just on the inside. Just from the emotion in Lucius's eyes. The desire for Harry to never leave.
“I'm safe now,” Harry said softly, his other fingers touching down around his trapped one, brushing the man's lips, thumb moving over the coarse skin of the blond's chin in short swipes.
“You're home,” Lucius rasped, his voice almost inhuman, the emotion was so thick in it, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.
Harry nodded, feeling the sting in his own eyes from the revelation of Lucius, raw and vulnerable. This man was not unafraid. No, he was just very well masked to appear so. As much as Lucius dressed in layers, poised and immaculate, so too did he hide himself. But he had stripped that away for Harry, and it was very much a terribly beautiful gift.
Lucius was not weak, but he still held fear. And maybe, one day, Harry would not feel weak with his fear either.
“Lucius, I need you to do something,” Harry said suddenly, not sure if he was quite right. He felt so crazed inside all of a sudden. He pulled Lucius's face closer, resting the man's forehead to his. “Just one thing. Promise.”
“Ask it.” Lucius's eyes blazed.
“I-I know I don't really have the right to... but... but could you not see anyone else? Just for a while?” Harry asked, worrying at his bottom lip. “I can't bear the idea... I just can't. I... I don't like sharing...”
“I will never touch another soul as long as you want me,” Lucius promised swiftly, the palm of his hand cupping the side of Harry's face.
“You don't need to—That is...” Harry trailed off, really wishing he could shut up and let himself have this. He didn't want to share Lucius. Ever. Even though they were probably far too different, and a strange match in age, and many other reasons Harry couldn't be arsed to care about. He wanted to keep the man.
“Whether you had asked it of me or not, Harry, that was how it was going to be,” Lucius explained, lips brushing carefully over the side of Harry's face. The tension was growing in the man, a restrained force revealed in every word, every halting breath, every twitch of finger.
Harry closed his eyes a moment, relief pooling through him. “Thank you. I just really... oh...” Lucius kissed him hard, fingertips digging ever so slightly into his cheekbone. Harry opened readily, releasing a heated moan when Lucius's other hand suddenly grabbed his waist and moved over his side, touching him in a way he had not expected. Possessively, desperately, but still holding back, as if Harry was too fragile, too important to risk breaking. It made Harry burn inside to have Lucius want him this way.
Harry turned his head the next time Lucius gave him a moment to breathe, his mouth seeking out the palm resting on his cheek. He kissed the man's hand, tongue flicking out, mouth widening so that he could scrape teeth against the flesh. Lucius hissed, watching intently, the hand on Harry's waist tightening until Harry knew if he were to look the knuckles would be white. Harry shuddered, gasping as he licked between Lucius's fingers, his tongue trembling to taste the man's skin, to have his scent engulfing him so completely.
“Harry...” It was half a warning, half a plea. Lucius had lost all his pretty words. He could barely seem to move anymore, except to twitch his fingers and tense his muscles while he watched Harry with pure need in his blazing eyes.
Harry met the man's gaze and continued what he was doing, tongue and teeth moving up Lucius's fingers. He felt very hot, feverish with those eyes on him, daring him to do terrible, teasing things. When Harry opened his mouth to take two fingers in, Lucius gave a low growl, moving his other hand down to Harry's hip and slamming him hard against the door. Harry gaped, his eyes fluttering shut, tongue reaching out and brushing softly against the pads of Lucius's fingertips.
The next time Harry opened his eyes, Lucius was sinking to his knees. The man was beautiful on his knees, staring up at him with such intensity. The hand Harry had been devouring was slowly pulled down his throat, tweaking his nipples in passing, brushing wet heat over his taut stomach and landing on Harry's hip. The blond kissed Harry's bobbing cock softly, teasing pressure on the beading tip and licking away his precum. Lucius looked up at him hungrily, Harry's heart hammering in his chest. And then it all went white, Lucius whirling him, pushing him face first against the door and holding him in place.
It took Harry a moment to understand. Once he felt scalding breath moving down his crack, over his cheeks and lower, it was a revealing of desire so strong Harry's legs began to tremble in anticipation. The first touch of tongue swiping, delving between his cheeks, and Harry knew he would only think of this whenever the man was on his knees again. “Oh god... Lucius...”
Lucius pushed Harry harder against the door, pulling his hips back, running his palms over Harry's firm, tight globes. Lucius's thumbs moved slowly, pressing into his yielding flesh and then firmly prying his cheeks apart, exposing him to the man's gaze. Harry whimpered, his hands clenching into fists on the door, face resting heavily, eyes blankly staring at the painted woodgrain. Warm breath teased towards Harry's twitching hole and he groaned, gritting his teeth. His body felt so tight, muscles clenched rock hard as he waited expectant, sweat dripping down his neck and back.
Slick, hot, Lucius's tongue traced tentative over Harry's hole. He howled, Harry's entire body jerking fitfully. He heard Lucius growl loudly, reverberating through his thighs, and then the man was plunging into him, tasting him, tormenting. Each fiery thrust jolted Harry, his hole opening to the wet, thick assault and urging more. Harry spread his legs wider, tilting his hips down, whining low in his throat, needing more—Needing just more, and not knowing how to ask. Lucius's tongue dripped saliva into him, hot fluids spilling over his balls, trickling down his thighs to cool in streaks.
“Lucius... I'm falling...” Harry warned, his voice breathless, and everything hazy. One of his quivering knees had knocked forward suddenly and thudded into the door. His other began to shake harder while Harry struggle to remain upright. Lucius steadied Harry by the hips, slowly rubbing his body up the boy's back as he stood. He pulled Harry tight against him, his still covered erection pressing against Harry's ass. Harry listened as the man kicked his shoes off, and then he was being turned, Lucius's stunning, flushed face coming into view. He looked even more wild than before, silver eyes hazy, long hair tousled and sexy, wet streaks at the corner of his mouth and down his chin. Debauched and hungry.
“I need you,” Lucius growled, tangling a hand in Harry's hair and kissing him. He traced over Harry's open lips with the tip of his tongue, Harry feeling weak and dizzy, and certain he was going to burst into flames at any moment. “I need to be inside you, Harry. Will you let me? I need to feel you around me, taking my cock, sucking in my seed.” Lucius shuddered, Harry's body responding by thrusting forward.
“Yes,” Harry said desperately, too loud and not caring. “I want to, so bad... God, I can imagine it...”
“Yes...” Lucius leaned Harry on the door again, his fingers sliding down to Harry's crack and seeking out his entrance. “How do you imagine it?”
Harry breathed out in a hard blast, a thick finger breaching him, worming its way inside, pushing boldly at his muscles. “It's this ache inside... this ache that finally stops... When you push inside me, the craziness—Oh, oh god... oh...” Harry gave a sudden sob, his mouth latching onto Lucius's shoulder as fire lanced through him.
Lucius groaned, not stopping his stretching, his hips giving an answering thrust as he tried to control himself. “Don't stop, Harry. Tell me... Tell me everything... I want to know everything...”
Harry nodded, swallowing down another cry, his legs useless for anything but leaning as they trembled sweat. “It.. it burns, for a short while... But you're big... so big... When you push inside me, it's going to be like... like you belong there...” Harry whispered hoarsely, his face flushing at the thought. When he allowed himself to imagine Lucius inside him, the man very much belonged.
Suddenly Lucius was lifting Harry, pulling him roughly from the door and carrying him to the bed with sure steps. Harry blinked up from the comforter, panting while Lucius tore at his belt, the man's hands surprisingly unsteady as they fought with his trousers. Harry gulped, Lucius winning against the material and pushing the slacks down his long, strong legs and stepping out. He wore briefs, clinging to every hard muscle of hip, ass and top of thigh, his large erection tenting almost obscenely. Harry had been right with his first assessment; Lucius was an Adonis.
“L-let me,” Harry asked haltingly, pushing himself up on the bed. Lucius made a low, dark sound in the back of his throat when Harry touched fingers to his hips. Harry's eyes widened, glancing up at the man's face. Lucius looked strained with his jaw tense, pupils wide as he stared down, lips panting loud breaths. “I think you're going to start burning things again,” Harry remarked breathlessly, licking his lips and slipping his fingers into the band of the man's underwear.
Lucius made another broken noise when the boy's thumbs brushed lightly over his swaying erection while pulling his briefs down. Harry realized it was the sound of his restraint cracking. He was suddenly thrown backwards, Lucius pinning him to the bed while kissing him ferociously. A laugh bubbled out of Harry, a hand grazing just the right spot on his stomach. Lucius only growled louder in response, biting down Harry's neck repeatedly while the boy moaned and squirmed against his heavier form.
“You're beautiful,” Lucius whispered fiercely, getting his arm around Harry enough to press two fingers slick with lube against his hole. Harry gasped in response, a groan escaping him when Lucius sunk the digits in, filling him and stretching. “Maddening... You are very much a demon... My demon...”
Harry shook his head, only to cry out, Lucius plunging his fingers in and out in a smooth rhythm. Harry raised his knees, wrapping his legs around the man's hips, head thrown back as he gave in to the sensation.
“Sent to torment me... Drive me insane with want of you... I need you, Harry. I need you so much...”
Harry didn't know how Lucius could say things similar to the terrible accusations Vernon had made, and yet make Harry feel so good, powerful and desired. Harry held the man's silky blond hair, petting hands over the hard feel of his skull and down to his muscular neck. Lucius groaned, mouth sucking welts over Harry's collarbone.
“Have you ever put anything inside yourself?” Lucius asked, tongue moving up Harry's neck while he plunged a third finger into the boy.
Harry could not answer right away, his entire body tensing from the feel of the thick knot of flesh moving into him, growing larger as it pushed deep. “Oh god... oh... N-never...”
Lucius groaned again, hot in Harry's ear, tongue laving slowly. “It will hurt a little... You will be... so tight...” Lucius kissed Harry's cheek hard, and then licked him again. “But you must stay calm... The more you can relax... the sooner you will be in rapture.”
Harry wanted to nod, do something to explain he understood, but he kept moaning, the fingers inside him jolting again and again. He wanted more. Wanted to feel Lucius, stretching him wide, making the ache stop like he was certain it would, if only the man would push into him.
“I can have you like this...” Lucius growled in his ear, Harry shuddering at the implication. “Or the other way... You won't see me, but it will be easier the first time.”
“Want to... see you...” Harry chose, turning his head to meet Lucius's gaze. The man's jaw was likely going to break, a vein throbbing in his neck while he looked Harry over savagely. Lucius carefully pressed his lips to Harry's, almost chastely, tension so tight in his body, Harry wondered if he was just going to snap in half. Trembles began to run through Harry in earnest, saliva rising in his mouth that he swallowed down as Lucius glared hot desire at him.
Lucius removed his fingers, unhooking Harry's ankles from around his waist and kneeling. He pulled Harry up his inclined thighs, palms spreading the boy's knees wide. Holding Harry's gaze, Lucius slid his hands down over Harry's legs. He caressed the muscles there with summoned oil, paying special attention to Harry's inner thighs and how tense they were, downy hair shimmering under the man's massaging touch. Harry took a slow breath in, feeling Lucius's cock settle between his thighs, the length brushing against his flesh, hot and slick with oil and sweat.
He was going to fuck him. Lucius was going to push into him, sink deep and fuck him. Harry bit his lip, feeling a momentary flutter of anxiety. Lucius would be so close. Inside. Harry would be completely exposed, and it made his stomach tighten in fear and anticipation all at once. Lucius wanted to do this with him. Needed to. And Harry... Harry really wanted to be needed.
Lucius ran his hand over Harry's sack, tugging lightly, Harry mumbling a moan in response. His knees were spread wider, pushed higher. Harry forced his eyes back open, mouth going dry at Lucius's expression. This man was going to eat him alive. Devour him whole. Burn him so hot, for so long, there would be nothing left of Harry but ash. Just like his clothes.
“Relax,” Lucius rasped. Harry choked on a laugh—Like hell! Hand gripping Harry's hip, Lucius's other guided his cock to the boy's aching entrance. Lucius pressed against his hole, Harry jerking at the feel of it.
His cock was hot. So much firmer and wide than the fingers had been. Oh, and it was pressing in... so slowly... So impossibly wide... Filling... “Oh... oh no... s-stop...” Harry pleaded, his body tight, and hot, and too full.
Lucius panted in Harry's ear, his restraining grip painful on the boy's bony hip. Harry knew he was holding back, knew that this could have been even more overwhelming—God, it was so much. Too much... “You're big... It's really...”
“I know... I'm going to go slow... I promise, Harry... Just relax.” Lucius's neck had flushed, Harry staring at it unseeing. His body had stopped trying to push the man out, now just clenching once in a while, agonizing, tight pulls that had them both groaning. Harry relaxed enough to allow his head to fall back, not realizing how tight he had been holding himself. And then he relaxed the muscles of his abdomen, and then his thighs, his knees shaking and feeling too heavy for his legs while bent up in the air.
Lucius began to sink further into the boy, Harry gaping silent, feet pushing into the mattress and tangling the sheets, toes flexing. It was so big, stretching his flesh wide each burning inch Lucius lodged into him. Deeper with each breath. Slowly, surging thrusts, deep, until Harry was filled completely and Lucius was growling in his ear.
“Oh god... oh hell... Lucius—I can't... I can't...” Harry moaned, barely coherent, his head thrashing back, legs moving with jerks. The ache had not lessened. No, it was definitely worse, filled so tight, body burning from the inside out with Lucius's deep inside. Belonging—But fuck, aching.
Lucius cupped Harry's ass, holding his shaking body. As deep as he could already go, he pushed in harder, groaning at the feel of Harry clenching so tight around him. “You're doing... fine... So fine... Just hold on...” He breathed over Harry's mouth, the boy's eyes squeezed tight, face bright red. “Harry... Harry, open your eyes...”
Harry shook his head, somehow more afraid to meet the man's gaze at that moment than ever before. Surely Lucius would see him then, in that instant truly, and the man would be disgusted at every level.
“Harry, I want to see you... I need to see that you're okay...” Lucius murmured soothingly, a hand rising up to rub the boy's neck in smooth strokes. “It's okay... Just for a moment...”
Harry whined, biting his lip. The burning was changing, more a warm, dripping ache inside that flared each time Lucius moved too much. “J-Just a moment...” he agreed, but still did not open his eyes.
“Come on, beautiful. Do not deny me your eyes.” Lucius pressed a kiss to Harry's trembling lips, his tongue reaching out, teasing within and delving softly. “I could die in those eyes... That exact shade of green... I'm sure I've seen many die in that green...”
Harry gasped. Without consent, his lashes flew open, having to know if the man was joking. “That's not—Oh! Oh... that's terrible, Lucius,” Harry said breathlessly.
The blond was very serious, his pale eyes searing into Harry's and reading everything he could find within him. There was no disgust. Lucius thought Harry's eyes looked like the killing curse. And he liked it. A shiver worked its way down Harry's spine, but it wasn't of fear. Instead he ached to realize that Lucius could think something so fucked up about him and worship him for it at the same time.
“I don't care,” Lucius said huskily, his hand reaching up to tangle at the back of Harry's skull, twisting his dark locks and holding his gaze. “I am a terrible man that has done horrible things. And I am never going to let you go.” He rocked his hips forward, Harry groaning, breath catching, eyes wide. “I know what you've done to me, Potter... With your pretty, red pout... and deadly, green eyes...”
“Lucius...” Harry whimpered, feeling the man shift inside him, pull slowly back, and then surge forward hard. “Hell!” He cried out, white flashing in his vision for an instant, fire bursting through his veins.
Lucius hissed, hands moving over the boy while Harry moaned. “Yes... hell... you tormenting, delicious hell-spawn... Spread your legs wider... Open up to me...”
“You're fucking... crazy...” Harry groaned, pulling at Lucius's hair until the man kissed him.
“You're going to scream now, little demon,” Lucius promised into Harry's mouth. He held the boy's hips, pushing Harry's back flat to the bed again. Then he pulled nearly out all the way, Harry whimpering from the feel of the fullness receding. This time when Lucius slammed back in, he hit the spot inside Harry that made him scream, fire and color bursting behind his eyes.
Harry sobbed at the next thrusts, head back, arms nearly slack as each hit of Lucius's large cock found his prostate. He grabbed at the sheets weakly, back arching, hips moving up every time Lucius slammed down. “Oh fuck... holy fuck...”
“You're close.” Lucius sunk his teeth into Harry's shoulder, biting hard, the boy's entire body spasming uncontrollably from the pain. The man surged forward again, air escaping him in a blast. Harry clenched down when Lucius settled deep inside him, holding the man there as long and tight as he could. Where he belonged. Lucius gave an approving groan, hips rocking, grinding deep within Harry's tight heat.
He was so close, could feel it—Oh, and Lucius! He was swelling inside, if that were even possible, somehow bigger... Or Harry was just growing tighter, caressing the thick length inside him, clenching again and again, urging it to jet deep within.
“My god,” Lucius groaned, his fingers digging into Harry's flesh, knuckles turning white. He found Harry's mouth again, kissing him hard, sloppy, his tongue demanding. Harry moaned and leaked saliva down his chin, sweat slipping over his torso, and precum dripping onto his tense stomach. He dug his feet into the mattress, pulling himself further onto Lucius, the man grinding, shallow thrusts slowing in fury for one imperceptibly long, agonizing eternity of bliss.
Harry shouted, his cry swallowed by Lucius's devouring mouth, hips jolting forward uncontrollably when he came. And then he cried again, Lucius suddenly slamming into him, seed searing deep inside his tight passage, long spurts matching Harry's as the boy's cum shot over his stomach. Harry couldn't stop the moans. With each gasping breath he released another low, aching sound of disbelief and release. Lucius, sweating and shaking, began to kiss across his face, soothing, hoarse sounds to calm Harry's heated sense.
“Hush... it's okay... My god, you're beautiful... so divine...”
“No, don't—Stay inside,” Harry pleaded, grasping the man's shoulder's when it seemed he would withdraw. Lucius grunted, his chest heaving as he pulled Harry to him closer, rolling them together so that Harry lay across him on the bed. The man remained buried deep inside, Harry held tight in Lucius's muscular arms. The air was cool on Harry's heated flesh, sweat prickling and drying on his trembling skin. Lucius ran his hands languidly over him, seeking trails of scars and soothing each with soft pads of his fingers.
Harry, face resting against the man's throat, breathed in his scent, white blond hair tickling his nose, salty sweat tingling his lips. Everything tingled. His whole body. His skin was some sort of entity all its own, each cell moving with new energy. Lucius had filled him. With cum. With energy. With terrible, terrible need and emotion Harry did not know how to bear fully. But the madness that followed, the insanity that made them tear at each other's flesh, drink each other's noises and juices, and join their bodies as one—Harry was willing to face such emotion for that madness.
“Are you alright?” Lucius asked, his breathing back to something normal. He ran his mouth against Harry's tips of hair, ruffling the dark locks lightly.
Harry nodded slowly, pulling his heavy head up so he could see the man. Lucius was beautiful, serene with a smile in his eyes, if not quite on his lips. “I... I like this. Feeling you inside me. Knowing that you n-need me...” He stumbled on the word need, not sure if it wasn't something Lucius had said in the heat of it all.
Hands reached up to cup Harry's face and Lucius's thumb ran over his bottom lip. “I need you. I dare not think what my days would be like without you. My house would be clean, my senses hardly offended—”
“Lucius...” Harry groaned, rolling his eyes even as he smiled.
“I would not feel much of anything, Harry,” Lucius added, his expression growing serious. “I had not realized just how little I was feeling these last years until you started needling and burrowing your way under my skin. I am glad you are a hellion. Anything less would have escaped my attention completely.”
Harry bit his lips, not sure if he was being insulted or complimented. It still sounded pretty enough when falling from Lucius's swollen lips, so he would take it as positive for now. He yawned suddenly, blushing as it rocked the softened flesh still buried deep inside him.
Lucius pulled Harry down against him, arms wrapping around him tight. He continued his languid exploration of Harry's back while the boy closed his eyes, sleep eventually pulling him down. Safe and engulfed, Harry's dreams were peaceful.
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The Slow Unintended Seduction Of Lucius Malfoy