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Of Purebloods and Wings	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 38882 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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“The Penthouse Suite, Lucius.” Harry repeated as the man closed the door behind them. “Penthouse.” He stressed.

Lucius hid his smirk. “So you keep saying. What part of that is so hard to understand, Harry?” He asked.

Harry just sighed and shook his head. “Just… Lucius, how much did this even cost?!” He asked incredulously.

Lucius shrugged. “Quite a bit, but it’s nothing I can’t afford to spend.” He said dismissively. “The real question here is: do you like it?”

Harry looked around, noticing that there was a large, marble bathroom with a shower stall surrounded by water-repelling charms with a removable showerhead, the bedroom held a single, king-sized bed, there was an actual, full-sized, well-stocked bar, and there were stairs leading up. “It’s definitely going to take some getting used to, but I think it’ll grow on me. Where do those stairs go?” He asked.

Lucius smirked. “To the roof, where there is something I think you’ll like. Shall we go see it?” He asked.

Harry was heading for the stairs without a second thought. He got to the top and stopped short, gaping at the sight. There, on the roof of the building, was a hot tub.

“Oh, my god!” He breathed.

Lucius chuckled, hands coming to rest on Harry’s hips. “You will not be wearing clothing in the hot tub, are we clear?” He asked.

Harry nodded. “Sure.” He agreed weakly. “I’ve never been in one.” He admitted.

Lucius groaned. “Let’s get unpacked and than we’ll make drinks and relax in it, then.” He told the teen. “You’ll love it, I assure you.”

Harry headed back down the stairs, eager to get unpacked.

*****

Harry reclined in the hot tub, head tilted back against the side, while his drink sat next to him in the built-in cup holder along the edge of the tub. “This is nice.” He murmured, running his foot along Lucius’ legs, occasionally flexing his toes.

Lucius smiled every time he felt the toes curl against his leg, enjoying the fact that Harry was finally totally at ease. There was no shyness about him, and he was letting himself revel in the moment, which was all Lucius had hoped to achieve by booking the penthouse for them.

“I’m glad you like it.” He said evenly, taking a sip of his drink. “There are a lot of things we can do here, tomorrow, if you’d like to go out.”

Harry shrugged. “You still haven’t told me where, exactly, we are.”

Lucius smirked. “Rome. The wizarding section, but still Rome.” He answered.

Harry opened one eye and looked at Lucius. “You took me to Italy.” He said flatly.

“I did.” Lucius told him lightly. “Are you enjoying yourself so far?”

Harry smiled, lifting his head long enough to take a sip of his drink. “I am, yes. So far.”

“Then it’s worth it.” Lucius decided. “I only want for you to be happy.” He told the teen.

Harry chuckled softly. “Well, mission accomplished. I’m ecstatic right now. And relaxed. Mostly relaxed.” He said, moaning when Lucius grabbed his foot and began massaging it.

“Relaxation is good for the soul, and I believe you’ve had far too little of it recently.” Lucius told him. “In another half-hour, we should get out and get to bed. We’ll need to shower first. Even Wizarding folk use chlorine, and it can damage skin and hair if it sets for too long. Besides, we are going out tomorrow. There’s likely to be something here you want to see.”

Harry hummed. “The Colosseum would be interesting, I think.” He mused.

“I’ve been. It is pretty fascinating.” Lucius agreed.

Harry stood and drained his drink. “Let’s get showered and go to bed now. I’m actually a little tired. I had to finish all my homework for the week during my free period earlier today, along with packing. It’s been busy.”

Lucius finished his drink and rose as well, eyes raking over Harry’s body hungrily. “I’m sure it has.” He remarked distractedly.

Harry laughed, heading for the stairs. “Come on, follow me and try to keep your tongue in your mouth.” He told the man in clear amusement.

They put their cups in the garbage, since there were plenty more available, and headed into the bathroom.

Lucius turned on the water and Harry stepped under the spray closest to the wall.

Lucius got in behind him and stared at Harry’s bare arse for a few moments while the teen rinsed off. He had an idea.

“Bend over for me,” he said, “and spread your legs.”

Harry braced his hands on the shower wall and bent forward, spreading his legs apart. “What are you going to do?” He asked, looking over his shoulder at Lucius.

Instead of answering, Lucius simply knelt down, spread the cheeks of Harry’s arse and licked a stripe from his perineum to his tailbone.

Harry moaned. “Oh, fuck!” He breathed, head falling forward.

Lucius chuckled, running his tongue over the furled hole of Harry’s entrance, teasing at it. He pressed his tongue against the hole insistently, and the very tip slid in. He fucked Harry with his tongue for long moments, enjoying the shivers that ran through his body and the harsh rasp of his breathing, until Harry’s legs began to tremble.

He stood and wrapped his arms around Harry’s body, pulling the teen close and bending to suck at his neck. “Did you like that?” He purred, knowing that he had.

Harry licked his lips, then glanced over his shoulder at Lucius. “You’d better Scourgify your mouth before you kiss me again,” was all he said.

Lucius raised a brow at his response. “Most people in your position would show a little more gratitude.” He remarked dryly.

Harry flushed. “Thanks, that was brilliant, but don’t kiss me until your mouth is clean again.” He said firmly.

Lucius chuckled. “Fine, if you feel that strongly about it. But it’s not like you weren’t clean before I did it, so what should it matter?” He asked.

“Did you even think of what comes out of there?! It’s gross! It feels good, but still—“

Lucius clamped a hand over Harry’s mouth, then leaned in and spoke quietly directly into his ear: “I didn’t mind it. Yes, I am aware of what comes out of there, but nothing is coming out of it right now, and if we draw this courtship out to its final conclusion, which we will, you’ll have much more than just my tongue inside you. To be entirely honest,” he traced his tongue around the shell of Harry’s ear, then whispered, “I’m rather looking forward to it.”

Harry snorted. “I’m sure you are. You’ve probably had more than one dream that involved taking the virginity of the Chosen One, you right pervert.” He told the man, amused despite himself.

Lucius turned him around and held him at arm’s length. “I will admit to having had dreams of deflowering you, but they did not occur until I knew you more as the dark-haired young man with a talent for Defence and a history of besting me in duels. I love you for who you are, not what you are, and I’ll thank you to remember that!” He said vehemently.

Harry blinked at him a few times, then, without warning, lunged forward and wrapped his arms around Lucius’ neck, kissing him.

“My mouth-!” Lucius tried to break the kiss to obey Harry’s earlier words.

Harry pulled away long enough to whisper, “Don’t care,” before he was kissing Lucius again.

Lucius decided that if Harry didn’t care, he didn’t care, and relaxed into the brunet’s kisses, kissing him back as he backed Harry against the tile wall of the shower. He pressed Harry against the wall and guided the teen’s legs around his waist.

Harry found himself held up by the wall and let his head fall back. “Oh, god, do something!” He begged, wriggling his hips as best he could in his position.

Lucius growled and thrust against him, their hard cocks rubbing against each other.

Harry gasped, and his head fell back as his legs tightened around Lucius’ waist. His fingers dug into the man’s shoulders. “God, yes! More!” He shouted.

Lucius grabbed onto the boy’s arse, holding him up with a firm buttock in either palm, and continued to move, frotting against the boy with single-minded determination.

Harry tried to move against Lucius as best he could from his position pinned between the man and the shower wall. He moved his hands from Lucius’ shoulders to bury them in Lucius’ hair, using his hold to pull the man’s face back into range for more kisses.

Lucius let the teen draw him in, kissing him while one finger idly brushed over his entrance.

Harry mewled into the kiss, pressing back against that questing finger eagerly.

Lucius smiled into the kiss. Oh yes, the boy would be more than willing and able to consummate the union when the time came, if his reactions so far were any indication. He accepted Lucius’ touches eagerly, seeming not to care at all about the constraints they were under regarding what was allowed at this point. Lucius was sure that if he truly wanted to, he could have the boy right that moment, either spread out on the bed, or right there in the shower.

Harry gasped as Lucius’ finger slid just the barest amount into him, and came with a keening cry, clinging to the man desperately.

Lucius growled, lowering his mouth to Harry’s neck and setting his teeth gently into the skin, not hard enough to claim him, but hard enough to leave a faint imprint of his teeth that would last for an hour or so. “Merlin, I want you.” The man whispered, licking a stripe up Harry’s neck.

Harry chuckled breathily, panting from the force of his orgasm. “The feeling’s mutual, in case you couldn’t tell.” He said, unwrapping his legs from Lucius’ waist and sliding them to the floor. “Um, you didn’t…” He gestured to Lucius’ still-hard cock.

Lucius smiled. “It is of no consequence. I am more than able to take care of it myself.” He assured the teen.

“No, I want—I mean, it’s only fair—“ Harry reached for it.

Lucius grabbed his hand before it could make contact. “You don’t have to. I have no problem with waiting and seeing to my own pleasure after our shower.”

Harry freed his hand and shook his head. “I know I don’t have to, but I want to. Or are you not going to let me?” He challenged.

Lucius smirked and leaned against the wall of the shower. “If you truly want to, far be it from me to stop you.” He replied.

Harry reached out and closed his hand around Lucius’ cock, stroking slowly.

Lucius’ breathing hitched at the first touch, and his eyes closed as he tilted his head back. “A little harder, and faster.”

Harry tightened his grip and sped up his strokes, and Lucius bucked into the touch.

“Yes, just like that.” Lucius moaned.

Harry watched his hand on the man’s cock, surprised that he was actually doing this. Lucius began thrusting into his hand and Harry tightened it further, licking his lips as he imagined what it would be like to kneel before the man and take him into his mouth.

Would he truly taste like he smelled? Like his blood had tasted, hot cinnamon, spicy and sweet all at once? Or would it be bitter and viscous, the way Harry had found his own come to be? Harry found that either way, he’d probably still like it, knowing he’d caused the man such pleasure.

Lucius cried out and came, and Harry continued moving his hand, the semen coating it slicking the way. He brought the hand up to his face and licked it, curiously. He smiled, finding that while it was viscous and slightly bitter, it did taste strongly of cinnamon, and Harry cleaned his hand of the fluid eagerly.

Lucius was watching him with hooded eyes, and he smirked when Harry met his eyes and flushed.

“Er—“

“Thank you, Harry. Did you enjoy the taste? You seemed to.” Lucius remarked evenly, as if he were talking about the weather.

Harry flushed further. “I, um… Yes?” He ventured.

Lucius chuckled. “Don’t be ashamed to enjoy your sexuality. There is nothing wrong with that.” He told the brunet. “But for now, we should probably get out before we wrinkle overmuch.” He commented, looking at the puckered pads of his fingers.

Harry laughed and turned the water off, shaking his head and sending water droplets everywhere.

Lucius smirked. “No wonder your hair is so unmanageable, if that’s how you usually treat it.” He remarked.

Harry shrugged. “I let it dry on its own sometimes. No matter what I do, it still sticks up all over the place.” He explained.

Lucius tilted his head. “Your father had messy hair while he was in school, as well. His, however, seemed to be more on purpose. Yours just looks unruly, rather than artfully mussed.” He told the teen.

Harry laughed. “I suppose so. I’ve never been able to get it to look good, so I gave up on it long ago.”

“There are spells that will cause it to lay completely flat, you know.” Lucius pointed out. “You’d simply have to cast them on wet hair.”

Harry looked at him in surprise as he wrapped a towel around his waist. “Really?” He asked.

Lucius sighed, rubbing at his eyes. “Yes, and I will teach them to you tomorrow. Since you’ve mostly dried it already, there’s little point now.”

Harry grinned. “True. But you love me anyway.” He said lightly.

Lucius chuckled. “I do.” He said, turning off the water. “Let’s get into our pyjamas and get to bed, shall we?” He asked.

“I suppose we might as well.” Harry said.

Once they got into the bedroom, Lucius got out his pyjamas and dropped his towel, changing next to the bed unabashedly.

Harry flushed, but followed his lead. There was little point in modesty after they’d been naked together several times already.

Lucius watched him dress and smirked when Harry met his eyes. “I’m not going to apologize for finding you attractive, so don’t even pretend you expect me to.” He said lightly.

Harry flushed, feeling a little bad. He knew that Lucius found him attractive, and to be honest, he was feeling more and more guilty every time the man’s eyes lingered on him.

He’d been lying to the man since the first time he’d seen him shirtless. Lucius’ skin was flawless and milky pale, perfect in every way, and while he knew that Lucius was aware of his past, he’d still lied by omission about one thing, a big thing: his body’s state.

Vernon and Dudley’s abuse had left its marks on his back, and a few on his chest, though those were much less obvious. He had criss-crossing scars from Vernon’s belt and Dudley’s Smeltings stick, where both implements had broken the skin, and he knew it wasn’t a pretty sight.

He’d been hiding the marks since his first year at Hogwarts, and when no letters had come from the school warning them against the abuse, they had felt free to continue it.

But Harry felt it was a necessary evil, because Lucius’ skin was so very flawless, without a single scar, despite the years of abuse doled out against him on Voldemort’s orders.

How could Harry give such a paragon of bodily perfection anything less than perfection back? He shook himself mentally, dismissing his maudlin thoughts, and slipped into bed, feeling the man’s body curl against his back moments later. He slipped into sleep, the warmth and scent of his soon-to-be mate lulling him into a deep and restful sleep.
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