Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Of Purebloods and Wings	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 38882 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 6
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the Potterverse, or anything you recognize here. I make no money off of this piece of fiction.

Chapter List
- 46
- 47
- 48
Review Replies: http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php/topic/59721-of-potions-and-wings-review-replies/page-4

Lucius turned and held out the dagger toward Harry, whose eyes swept over the golden hilt with a line of emeralds embedded in it, all the way to the blade.

“That’s really pretty.” Harry commented appreciatively.

Lucius nodded. “It is. But what we need to know is: will it fit?” He asked.

Harry walked over to his duffel bag, digging through it and finding the shrunken dagger case. He pulled it out and set it on the bed, resizing and opening it and taking the ruby-encrusted dagger out of the sheath. He set it in the box alone and brought the sheath over to Lucius. “Um, us checking it doesn’t count as the declaration to wed, does it?” He asked nervously.

“No.” Lucius answered with a small smile. “The declaration needs to be done in a crowded area, and it is symbolic only, there is no magic to it. Testing the dagger’s fit is only to prevent embarrassment if there is a size disparity between one family’s dagger and the other’s sheath.” He told Harry. “There is a standard size for ceremonial dagger/sheath sets, but some families chose not to stick to the guidelines.”

“Okay, just making sure.” Harry said, then held out the sheath, open end pointing toward Lucius.

Lucius slid the dagger easily into the sheath and smirked. “Mm, a perfect fit.” He purred, meeting Harry’s eyes. “A good omen for our wedding night.” He added.

Harry flushed. “Really?” He breathed.

“Oh, yes.” Lucius told the teen. “The fit of the dagger and the sheath is said to reflect how well the two bodies to be joined will fit together. I don’t know how true that is, but things look promising from here.”

Harry licked his lips, eyeing the joined dagger and sheath. “I don’t know…” He murmured contemplatively. “You’re rather big.” He met the man’s eyes, a playful glimmer in his own as the ghost of a smile flitted about his lips.

Lucius chuckled. “I will assure you, again, that I will fit.” He said firmly. “I am careful with new lovers, more so with those I am initiating into bed sport, and I will take proper care of you. If you’d like, I can show you that I can be slow and gentle with you. The only thing we are prohibited from doing at this time is actual sex. I can, however, use my fingers on you, to help you to be more ready when the time comes.” He offered.

Harry flushed bright red. “That’s not against the rules?” He asked, a bit shocked.

“Not at all.” Lucius answered. “As a matter of fact, though the custom has fallen out of use in recent times, when there was such an age and experience gap as ours, the older partner was expected to lead the way in the bedroom. They were to slowly guide the interactions between Suitor and Intended, so that when the wedding night was reached, all that remained was the sexual intercourse itself. The rest of it would be familiar to the Intended, so as not to overwhelm them.” He explained. “This weekend is when we would have been spending most of our time familiarizing ourselves with each other’s bodies.”

Harry licked his lips. “And that won’t show up on the purity spell?” He asked.

Lucius chuckled softly. “That purity spell only checks whether you have been penetrated by a cock, or penetrated someone else with yours. And no, oral sex does not count either. It is very specifically looking for anal or vaginal penetration by a cock.”

Harry’s flush, which had barely started to recede, returned full-force. “Oh.” He said quietly.

Lucius removed his dagger from Harry’s sheath and took it back to his suitcase, opening the box he’d kept it in and putting it away.

Harry slid the Potter dagger back into its sheath and closed the box, putting it back in his duffel bag. “So what exactly are you saying?” He asked, turning back to face Lucius.

Lucius turned and eyed Harry consideringly. “I think you know, but I will spell it out for you nonetheless.” He said, coming up to Harry and wrapping his arms around the teen’s waist. He leaned down to whisper in his ear, “I want to finger you, My Love. I want to stretch you open and help you to be ready for my cock when the time comes.”

Harry gulped, looking up at Lucius with wide eyes. “Okay.” He whispered, then cleared his throat. “If I let you, will you be able to stop at that?” He asked.

Lucius’ eyes darkened, and he smiled slowly. “You would be amazed, Harry, at the level of self-control I can exert when necessary.” He promised. “I usually don’t have much need to, as I frequently get what I want, but I can hold myself back from taking more than I am allowed to, yes.”

“Then yes, I’d like to try that.” Harry said, face bright red. He kept his eyes trained on Lucius, though. He was embarrassed by the discussion, clearly, but he was willing to jump in headfirst and try anything that would make their first night together go more smoothly.

“Mm…” Lucius slid his hands under Harry’s shirt, running them up his back and nuzzling his neck as he inhaled the teen’s scent. “You’ll need to get undressed and get on the bed.” He whispered.

Harry pulled away from him and quickly began disrobing, dropping his clothes on the floor carelessly.

Lucius watched him, licking his lips.

Harry stopped when he was down to his boxers and flushed. “I’m not going to be the only one naked.” He said firmly.

Lucius chuckled. “Very well.” He said evenly, removing his own clothes and folding them before setting them on top of his suitcase. He looked up when he was naked and admired the view.

Harry was naked, and he was hard. His face and chest were flushed pink, but he was watching Lucius avidly as he reclined on the bed, holding himself up on his elbows to see him better.

“You’re lovely.” Lucius purred, stepping up to the edge of the bed and placing his hands on Harry’s shins. He slid them slowly up the teen’s legs, moving his hands toward the centre as he got to the knees, gently urging Harry to spread his legs. “Don’t worry, I promise you’ll like this. It may feel a bit uncomfortable, at first, but it shouldn’t hurt.”

Harry swallowed nervously. “Alright. If it does hurt—“

“Tell me, and I will stop. If you want to stop things at any time, simply tell me.” Lucius said, his fingers tracing lightly over Harry’s entrance, making Harry shiver. “At no point will I be unable to stop. My main concern here is your comfort.”

Harry gazed at him for long moments, then straightened his arms out, lowering himself to lie flat on the bed. “Okay, go ahead.” He said quietly, flushing a bit more.

Lucius chuckled and cast a quick charm, then paused. “You may feel a slight tingle.” He warned, before another charm was cast.

Harry yelped. “What was that?!” He asked, sitting up.

“A simple cleaning charm.” Lucius told him.

Harry cleared his throat. “You might have said where I’d feel the tingle.” He muttered, lying back down.

“My apologies. Relax.” Lucius advised, then traced over the tiny hole with a slick finger.

Harry relaxed as much as he could, focusing on the feeling of the finger against his entrance.

Lucius pressed in, wriggling the finger a bit as he slid in to try and loosen the passage as much as he could.

Harry took a deep breath, feeling his body tense up as the finger worked its way inside him.

“Relax.” Lucius urged, free hand tracing over Harry’s thigh, massaging firm circles into the taut muscle. “If you don’t stay relaxed, this might actually hurt.”

Harry let his breath out in an explosive sigh. “It’s a weird feeling, alright?! I’m not used to it!” He said testily.

Lucius smiled a bit, since Harry couldn’t see him. That fire he loved so much was rearing its head again. Harry was nothing if not a vibrant individual, and that quality seemed to shine through in every aspect of his life. Lucius took a moment to appreciate the fact that his vivacity was probably what had attracted him to the teen the most. “Take a deep breath, and let it out slowly, relaxing as you exhale.” He advised calmly.

Harry did so, and the tension bled out of him slowly as he let out a long, slow breath.

“Good.” Lucius slid the finger out, then pushed it back in, slowly and carefully.

Harry shifted a bit. “Is this supposed to feel good?” He asked. “Because right now it just feels weird.”

Lucius chuckled. “Give it some time. You have to get passed this part to get to where it will feel good.” He informed the teen.

Harry sighed and kept as relaxed as he could.

Lucius worked the finger in and out a few more times, then added a second.

Harry sucked in a breath, using every bit of willpower he possessed to keep from tensing at the feeling.

“Just stay relaxed.” Lucius coaxed, bringing his free hand over to Harry’s cock, stroking it slowly, to give him something else to focus on.

Harry moaned softly. “That’s not fair.” He muttered, bucking up into the touch.

Lucius chuckled. “All’s fair in love and war, my sweet Harry.” He managed to get both fingers all the way in, and crooked them, looking for—

“Ah!”

Found it.

He smiled, brushing against Harry’s prostate again as he withdrew the fingers, then pushed them back in. “How does it feel now?” He purred.

Harry whined. “Full.” He answered, then gasped again as his prostate was rubbed against. “And good.” He admitted.

Lucius smirked. “Yes, see, there will be pleasure for both of us in the marriage bed. I am nothing if not a considerate lover, and I know what I am about.” He reminded Harry, massaging his prostate insistently.

Harry began rocking his hips, breathing harshly. “Oh, god!” He tossed his head. “It’s too much!”

Lucius leaned forward and took Harry’s cock into his mouth, sucking on him as he worked his fingers in and out, brushing over Harry’s prostate with every pass.

Harry was rocking back against the fingers and forward into Lucius’ mouth, small moans escaping his mouth every time Lucius gave a particularly strong thrust or increased the suction of his mouth. He’d reached down at some point to tangle his fingers in Lucius’ hair.

Lucius was enjoying every tiny sound falling from Harry’s lips. He found particular pride in ensuring that his lovers were satisfied, and for the moment, at least, he was in his element. That Harry was new to all this, and precisely his type, were just added bonuses, in his eyes.

“I’m going to come!” Harry warned him.

Lucius hummed in agreement, massaging Harry’s prostate mercilessly at the admission.

Harry arched, hands fisting in Lucius’ locks, tugging sharply on the strands as he came with a loud cry.

Lucius swallowed every drop, then let Harry’s over-sensitized cock fall from his mouth, pulling his fingers free and spelling them clean. He crawled up Harry’s body to loom over him, brushing a lock of hair out of his eyes. “How was it?” He checked.

Harry, flushed and dazed, smiled dopily up at him. “Wow.” He breathed, then flushed, carefully working his fingers free of Lucius’ hair.

Lucius smirked, ignoring the fact that Harry had pulled on his hair. What would have enraged him coming from anyone else was simply another part of sex with Harry. “Good. I’ve done my job correctly, then.” He said smugly. “On another note, we have two hours before we need to check out, so we can rest for an hour, but then we need to pack and get dressed again. Not necessarily in that order.” He added.

Harry closed his eyes. “Good. Wake me in an hour. I need a nap.” He mumbled.

Lucius brushed a kiss over his still-flushed cheek. “Sleep well, my Harry.” He murmured, moving to lie on his side next to Harry, pulling the teen against his chest.

Harry hummed in contentment, snuggling into Lucius’ chest.

*****

Harry and Lucius stepped out into the brisk winter air and shivered.

“Warming charms seem to be in order.” Lucius muttered, casting one on Harry, then himself. “Since it is only noon, we do not have to return to Hogwarts just yet. Would you be amenable to a simple detour?” He asked.

Harry eyed him warily. “That depends on where we’d be going.” He said. “What did you have in mind?”

Lucius smirked. “Well, you don’t attract quite as much attention here as back home, people seem to be less star-struck by you, so I was hoping you’d be more open to the suggestion, since it’s not likely to earn you any press coverage if you…” He tapped his chest lightly, right where his nipple ring was concealed. “If you want to.” He added hopefully. “I think it would suit you, and since you reacted favourably when I played a little rough with the nipple at The Inferno, you shouldn’t mind the bit of pain that comes with the piercing.”

“Well…” Harry bit his lip. “That depends.” He said hesitantly.

“On?” Lucius prompted.

Harry flushed as they moved to an alley and stepped into it to talk. “Do Faurae males have the necessary equipment to… Breast-feed?” He whispered the last word, flushing.

Lucius smiled widely. “I’m pleased to know that you want to give our children the best start; Narcissa didn’t even try with Draco. Yes, you will be able to do so, if you wish to. But a nipple ring wouldn’t interfere with that at all.” He added lightly.

Harry licked his lips, thinking for a moment before nodding. “Fine, then. I’ll get one. Just find me a piercing parlour.” He challenged Lucius.

Lucius smirked. “There’s one this way, I noticed it yesterday.” He said, leading Harry back out to the main road and straight ahead.

Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes. ‘Of course he did. So that’s what brought this on.’ He thought.

*****

Harry poked at the nipple ring, testing it. “Wow. In the muggle world, it would be sore for weeks.” He noted, impressed. “Nice to know I don’t have to deal with that.”

Lucius chuckled. “Stop poking at it and get your shirt on, Love. We’re supposed to be back at Hogwarts within the hour.” He warned the teen. “And try not to let everyone know that you have that.” He added, nodding to the silver hoop.

Harry gave him a flat look. “I shower with four other boys; how, exactly, am I supposed to keep it a secret?!” He asked, putting his shirt back on.

“I don’t know. Use a glamour, perhaps?” Lucius suggested.

Harry deflated. “Oh. Right.” He said lamely.

Lucius chuckled. “Come on, let’s go.”

“If I were to tell two people…” Harry trailed off, a question in his voice.

Lucius glanced down at him as they headed for the Apparition point nearest the hotel they’d stayed in. “It would depend who they were and how trustworthy they are. Can they be trusted to keep the secret? We don’t want to spoil everyone’s image of the perfect paragon of light, Harry Potter.” He teased.

Harry snorted. “I think they can, yes.”

“You’re thinking of telling Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger, aren’t you?” Lucius asked.

Harry flushed. “Well, Hermione, yes, but not Ron. He’s still getting used to me being with you, I don’t want to push too many changes on him at once. But Neville can keep secrets, and I talk to him about everything, anyway.”

Lucius chuckled. “Fair enough. Yes, you may tell them, but tell them to keep it quiet. If you absolutely must, you may also tell the youngest Weasley girl, I’ve noticed you two are rather close as well. She and Draco seem to get along swimmingly.”

Harry laughed. “Yes, Ginny gets along pretty well with just about anyone, it’s hard not to like her when you get to know her.”

“I suppose my ancestral home will frequently find itself overrun by redheads in the years to come, won’t it?” Lucius mourned, the corners of his lips quirking upwards, showing his amusement at the thought.

“It’s very highly likely. But you’ll learn to love them in time. They grow on you.” Harry assured the man. “The Weasleys are all very nice people.”

Lucius just wrapped an arm around Harry’s waist. “I suppose I’ve suffered worse fates.” He said lightly, and Apparated.
- 46
- 47
- 48
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Of Purebloods and Wings