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Lucius' Pet	By : nekluvshp Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 28479 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 7
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and characters, nor do I make any money from the writing of this fic.

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Summary: "No. You get all of me."

By the time one of the doors to Lucius’ bedroom was bursting open, Harry, who had only been wearing two articles of clothing to begin with, was already naked and the blonde himself had only to remove his boxer briefs and unzipped jeans.

“You should… wear these… more often,” the young Pet panted as he tugged the waistband of the black denim down the other’s hips.

Lucius smirked as he yanked Harry back up to his full height and purred, “maybe I will.” He crashed their mouths together for a few heartbeats before wrenching them apart again. Then, he spun the boy around and gave him a soft push toward the bed.

Harry gasped in surprised at the slight pressure, but then giggled as he stumbled forward and caught himself on the mattress. From that position, he glanced over his shoulder to turn smoldering eyes on his master who was just stepping out of the last of his clothes. He looked forward again as he quickly shifted into a sturdier stance and began swaying his hips enticingly.

Despite having been expecting it, Harry still released a small ‘oof’ from the force of Lucius dropping on top of him a moment later. And it was only another second after that that he had the man’s cock inside him once again. He immediately released a moan as the larger body began to move over him.

“Fuck,” Lucius gasped hotly in his Pet’s ear. “How do you always feel so perfect?”

A small giggle made it through Harry’s cries of passion. “Ma-gic,” he panted wryly.

Lucius managed a snicker of his own between groans of pleasure. He pressed his closed eyes into the dark hair on the back of the head that was facing away from him. Almost immediately, he felt his Pet shift until he was turned to face him; their foreheads now touching.

A moment later, a pair of lips passionately met his own and he kissed the younger man back with equal ferocity. He slid his right hand up the mattress until it was covering the back of Harry’s and tightly linked their fingers together.

Harry broke the kiss with a gasp at the unexpectedly sweet gesture and clenched the digits entwined with his. The man above him slowed his speed, but increased the strength behind each thrust. Only a moment later, a particularly deep one perfectly struck against his g-spot, sending him over the edge of his second orgasm of the night.

“Lucius!” the dark-haired teen groaned as he came against the comforter beneath him.

All but instantly, the blonde grunted, “Harry!” as he found his own release; pressing himself as deep into the spasming channel as physics would allow. “Harry,” he breathed much more softly as he shuddered one final time. They stayed in that position for a long minute until the younger regained the ability to speak.

“You’re still hard.” The observation elicited a chuckle from the larger man. “And I p-promise, I’ll take care of it, but I n-need to pee,” he subtly advised Lucius to either get off of him or have a worse mess to deal with.

When Harry returned from the bathroom, it was to find his master lying flat on his back, perpendicularly across the bed with a pillow covering his head. He was concerned at first, but as he approached, he could see platinum hair moving back and forth as Lucius rubbed his face against the smooth fabric. The eighteen-year-old giggled at the stoned man; which evolved into full-blown laughter when the pillow jerked down so that silver eyes could stare up at him in surprise, like he’d forgotten Harry was even there. His cock was still standing at attention though, so, some part of him remembered.

“You were gone forever,” the prone man feebly groused.

Harry giggled again and bent over Lucius so that they were face-to-face, but upside-down. He placed a hand on either pale cheek and dramatically whispered, “I was gone… for two minutes.” Followed by pressing what was meant to be a chaste kiss against his lips. But he could pull away, a set of long fingers were tangled in his hair and he allowed an invading tongue entrance.

“What w-would you like next, Master?” Harry asked once he was allowed to breathe again.

Lucius tilted his head curiously as he gazed at the upside down image of his Pet’s face. He suddenly rolled over and was sitting on his knees in a flash. “No,” he vaguely voiced with a slight shake of the head. “What would you like next, Harry?” he countered.

That question was so unexpected; the Pet took a step back in shock. His jaw silently moved up and down as he struggled to find an immediate answer. He’d never really given it all that much thought. Why would he? It wasn’t his own wants and likes that mattered.

“Hey, hey,” Lucius softly got his attention. “Calm down; breathe. You can take a minute to think about it. We’ve got all the time in the world.”

Harry nodded his understanding as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath through his nose. He repeated the process once more and they popped back open as an idea struck him before he’d even intentionally started thinking about it again. It was a bold request, but this may have been the only time he’d be able to bring it up.

Nervous, emerald eyes glanced up at the man patiently watching him. “I-I don’t suppose I c-could…” he timidly trailed off as he pointed from himself to Lucius; poorly attempting to articulate what he wanted.

Even in his inebriated state, Lucius was plenty astute enough to figure out what Harry was asking him and now it was his turn to be surprised. “I’ve never let anyone take me,” he finally, pensively responded.

This, however, did not surprise Harry in the slightest. When he opened his mouth to accept what he thought was obvious rejection, though, he was cut off by what was, apparently, the actual end of the man’s sentence. “So, you damn well better give as good as you’ve gotten,” the blonde rumbled fervently.

It took a second for that statement to sink in. “Th-that was a yes,” the younger man stammered in disbelief.

“It was,” Lucius confirmed with a wide smirk.

Words failed Harry once again, but actions were more his strong suit anyway. So instead, he launched himself at the man kneeling on the edge of the bed and, despite his tinier frame, sent them both sprawling onto the mattress behind him.

“How d-do you want to be prepared?” Harry asked once he’d gotten himself perched straddling Lucius’ pelvis.

Lucius hummed thoughtfully for a moment as he took ahold of one of Harry’s small hands. He compared the size of their fingers as he flipped it around and tenderly rubbed the palm. “I think spells might be the safer option,” he eventually replied.

Harry flexed the fingers on his free hand. “Yeah… that’s what I thought,” he said with a small shrug.

A platinum head of hair turned toward the still open door. “My wand… is wherever my shirt ended up coming off,” he hazily stated.

“Well, that was the first thing g-gone once you’d followed me through the floo,” the Pet murmured as he started kneading the pale chest in front of him. “So… it’s probably by the front door.”

“Fuck, that is so far away,” Lucius whined.

Harry snickered at the man lying beneath him. “Maybe now you’ll agree b-buying me a wand wasn’t pointless.”

A blonde brow cockily quirked up as Lucius retorted, “you mean you actually know where it is?”

Harry used magic so little, he tended to set his wand down and forget about it. He’d lose it for days, even weeks at a time; once for nearly an entire month. It was a miracle he’d had it on him to stop Aster earlier in the evening. Though, that did probably mean he’d spent the remainder of the afternoon looking for it.

“It’s right here,” the dark-haired teen replied as he moved to grab it from the nightstand on what had become his side of the bed.

Lucius watched his Pet settled between his knees instead of returning to his previous seat and asked, “have you actually used these spells before?”

Harry paused as he was about to cast the first spell and gave his master a completely deadpan expression. “Yeeeees,” he replied with a slow, exaggerated nod. He really hoped Lucius was still just stoned out of his mind, because he knew that was something taught at the Pet Shoppe.

Silver eyes rolled heavily in their sockets. “I meant on yourself, not each other for practice.” That made a little more sense.

Before replying, Harry performed the spell to stretch Lucius and watched with amused interest as the man reacted to his first time experiencing it.

“That… is certainly a feeling,” he muttered at the dark ceiling above him.

Harry chuckled again and finally answered the question. “Not that one, but this one –lubrico- all the time.” He released another giggle at the full-body shudder Lucius responded to the newest sensation with.

The blonde lifted his head to look down at the Pet between his legs and curiously raised a single, perfect brow. “All the time?” he dubiously questioned.

“Well… ever since w-we started having sex; and it wasn’t even that much sex to begin with,” Harry began to explain as he shifted onto his knees. “I’ve kinda j-just been perpetually horny. You’re gone most of the day, so… s-spell for lube.” He held up his wand. “And fingers for fun since your cock is unavailable,” he finished as he wiggled the digits of his empty hand.

Lucius gave a curt nod of approval as Harry discarded his wand and got into place. “As long as it wasn’t for someone else,” he teased as he felt the pressure of an erection at his entrance for the very first time in what was over four decades of life.

“Wait,” he suddenly interjected much more loudly than intended; startling his Pet.

“D-did you change your m-mind?” Harry asked; hoping he was masking his disappointment well enough.

“What?” Lucius looked up at him in confusion before remembering Harry can’t read his mind. “Gods, no.” The jade-eyed Pet sighed in relief as the man continued, “I just remembered something exceedingly important. In my nightstand, there’s a handful of purple potions and I need one.”

Harry understood the hint that since he was the one upright and on top, he should be the one getting it. He was back in his spot in only a few seconds and uncorked the vial he’d brought with him. Assuming he was the one who was supposed to drink it, he raised it to his lips, only to have a few drops drip over his fingers when his wrist was unexpectedly grabbed to stop him.

“When I said ‘I need one’, I meant ‘I need one’,” Lucius reiterated as he took the small bottle.

“What’s it do?” the younger man asked as he watched his master drink; wondering why they’d never used it before.

Lucius let his arm drop straight out to his side and then the empty vial roll out of his hand. It had enough to momentum to make it over the side of the bed where it, luckily, only clinked loudly on the floor instead of shattering.

Both men returned their attention to each other as the one on his back finally replied, “generally, I have my wand and can use a contraceptive spell on you…” He cleared his throat and grudgingly tacked on, “when I actually remember to.

“It’s precisely because of that, though, that I bought those potions. Add in the possibility of actually not having my wand on me once in a while and I decided a few well-hidden vials around the manor might not be such a bad idea. That wasn’t until right before…” he trailed off briefly to think of the most delicate way to continue that sentence. “…right before we stopped having sex for a while. They ended up being unnecessary until now, so I forgot to mention them,” he finished explaining the potion before launching into, “and, obviously, you don’t know the spell since it can’t be performed on oneself.”

Lucius laid a hand on Harry’s still flat stomach as he added with a snicker, “I think one at a time is enough.”

Harry’s heart skipped a beat at the very subtle implication that there could be more in the future, but he pushed that thought aside to examine at a much, much, much later date.

With his gaze already on Lucius’ hand, the black-haired boy suddenly focused past that and realized that, with the sombering of the mood, his erection had deflated. “Of course, you’re still hard,” Harry noted once he’d looked even farther down. He poked an angry, red cock, causing it to bounce against the perfect, alabaster naval behind it.

Lucius crooked a finger; beckoning his Pet down to him and when Harry was hovering but a hair’s breadth over him, he buried one hand in thick, dark hair to pull him into a fiery kiss. Meanwhile, the other stroked flaccid flesh back to life.

“Okay, m’kay,” Harry mumbled against the other man’s lips once he was good to go again. But the grip at his nape did not seem to want to let go, though, and held him in place.

“Lucius,” he managed to urge more forcefully before pushing himself up, tearing the hands from his body and pinning them to the mattress on either side of him. “You gave me permission to fuck you. Let. Me. FUCK. You,” he earnestly insisted.

Lucius felt his cock throb in interest at the extraordinarily unexpected display of dominance from his Pet. He responded by spreading his legs a bit more and rolling his hips up against the smaller body on top of him. “Go ahead, Harry. Fuck me,” he growled.

Harry quivered at the command before looking down to guide his cock back to the prepared entrance once again. He groaned as the head finally breached the tight ring of muscle without further interruption and he froze almost immediately. Lucius’ discomfort did occur to him as an afterthought, but the primary reason was just how fucking good it felt. He was going to finish in three strokes if he went too fast and he may or may not be allowed to do this again. So, he needed it to last.

“Whenever you’re ready,” the man he was inside of informed him a few moments later.

With a small nod of understanding, Harry pushed the rest of the way forward and another shudder wracked his body once he was fully encased within his master. “Holy fuck,” he breathed anticipatorily. His hands tightly clenched the bedding where they supported him on either side of Lucius as he made eye contact with the man. “I know we have… some kind of sex… pretty much every day,” he panted, “but how in fuck’s name… do you ever make yourself STOP?”

The silver-eyed man chuckled heatedly at the question. “You do make it rather… hard,” he purred the innuendo as he squeezed around the length inside him.

Harry moaned from the feeling and his hips bucked forward, causing Lucius to throw his head back with a gasp of his own. He smirked as he slowly began pumping in and out of the larger man; knowing full well what he’d just struck for the first time.

With wide eyes, Lucius looked back up at the Pet raptly watching him as he moved and nodded understandingly. Fuck, was this worth it. The hips thrusting into his gradually increased their speed and he met them with enthusiasm to match. He quickly found himself begging, “harder.” And Harry was all too willing to comply with this request.

Lucius’ hands took a firm hold of Harry’s waist as they moved together and it wasn’t long before the latter was grunting his master’s name as he came inside him for what he hoped would not be the only time. The pulsing cock and rush of warmth filling him were enough to send the blonde over the edge as well.

The undeniably exhausted Pet collapsed on top of the older man and they stayed in that position as they enjoyed post-orgasmic bliss together. Eventually though, they needed to clean up and maybe get into bed the right way.

Harry retrieved his wand to scourgify away the various puddles of fluid on both themselves and the comforter. He then gave it a flick to shut the door. The pair of men finally climbed under the covers and got comfortable.

The eighteen-year-old yawned as he glanced up at the man upon whose chest he was resting. “Will… will I get to do that again?” he shyly whispered into the dark.

Lucius lightly rubbed Harry’s back and just as quietly replied, “oh, yes, absolutely.” He pressed a quick kiss to the smiling lips he could just barely see before settling back into his pillow again.

“Are you still high?” Harry’s soft voice split the silence once again. Apparently, he wasn’t quite ready for sleep just yet.

“Only a little,” Lucius sighed contentedly. He was quite exhausted now, but still more than happy to answer a question or two. Especially when he had something he wanted to say himself; he’d just originally planned to wait until morning. “I have an observation,” he began; making sure he had his Pet’s attention.

Harry’s breath caught in his throat for a second. “About what?” he cautiously asked; worried he’d done something wrong.

Lucius sensed the sudden anxiety, but he knew any fears Harry might have had would be assuaged by the time he’d finished with what he had to say. “You mentioned earlier that the defining reason you use the lubrication spell as much as you do is simply because I’m not here.

“My takeaway from this is that I need to be home more often,” he softly concluded.

The smaller man pushed himself up in shock. “You mean it?” he questioned as he supported himself half on the mattress, half on a lean chest so he could be right in the other man’s face.

“Of course,” Lucius replied. He then briefly shared, “just off the top of my head, I can resign from the school board. Whether I’d disowned him or not, Draco’s not in school in anymore; so there’s no longer any point.” He ran the back of his fingers over Harry’s stomach and added, “at least not until we know about this one.”

Harry responded by fiercely kissing the man he was hovering over and it took a firm hand painfully pulling him away by the hair to get him to finally stop. “Why?” he whined petulantly as he rubbed the back of his head; both knowing he meant ‘why did you stop me?’ rather than ‘why did you hurt me?’

“I already told you: I am STILL high. And now, I’m also hard again,” Lucius began to soberly reason.

“I ca-”

“No, Pet.” The dark-haired teen was resolutely cut off. “You are pregnant. You need to sleep. This is not negotiable; it is a command and will result in some form of punishment if you choose to disobey me,” the blonde man more seriously indicated. To preemptively curtail any further argument, he added, “it’ll go away on its own. And if not, I am a grown man with working hands and some new knowledge at my disposal to take care of it myself. Understand me?”

Harry was pouting but sighed in concession. “Yes,” he dutifully replied before giving the man one last, chaste kiss and relaxing back into his sleeping position for the night.
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