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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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“Love, as much as I adore you and all your little quirks,” Lucius winced as Harry’s teeth sunk in just above his mating mark, “Could you please not make it look as though I’ve just escaped a run-in with a hungry vampire? There’ll be bruising left behind, and your saliva doesn’t heal the wounds if you reopen the same one twice in twenty-four hours.”

“Mm?” Harry asked wordlessly, pulling away and licking at the mark. “What should it matter? You have to hide that side of your neck until after the final battle anyway.” He huffed.

Lucius chuckled. “Until you started biting all over me, I had the option of bearing your mark proudly within the walls of Hogwarts. Now, I really shouldn’t.” He said calmly.

Harry pouted. “I find it hard to believe you don’t have a vial of bruise salve and a healing potion somewhere. As a matter of fact, I know you have healing potions.” He added, thinking of the potions Lucius had produced every time Harry had claimed to be sore after sex.

“Those are very specific healing potions. I brewed them Saturday evening, while I was stuck here without you. Because I knew that you’d appreciate not having a sore arse for our entire honeymoon.” Lucius pointed out. “They treat mild abrasions and muscle soreness, so their only real use is for after engaging in anal sex for the first few times. At least, that’s the only use I’ve found for them.”

“Oh.” Harry said in mild surprise. “Well, I do appreciate it. So you can’t use those to heal the bite marks?” He checked.

“No.” Lucius told him with a smile. “I cannot.” He sighed, then pursed his lips, contemplating the ceiling. “I do, however, have a few general healing potions for minor surface cuts in my bathroom.” He admitted. “And those would be suitable to heal bite marks.”

Harry grinned brightly. “Brilliant!” He chirped, then sunk his fangs in just below the mating mark.

Lucius groaned, relaxing into his pillows. “And that’s how the mighty Lord Malfoy became nothing more than a glorified chew toy.”

Harry pulled away and licked at the small wound. “Are you calling me a dog?” He asked.

Lucius smirked. “Perhaps.”

Harry shrugged. “I suppose that’s what I get for all the biting. Oh, well. As long as you’re my chew toy. And mine alone.” Harry added.

“Until we have children.” Lucius reminded him.

“Yes, well, keep it in the family, and I’ll be happy.” Harry told him sternly. Then leaned in to bite his shoulder.

“Are you never sated?” Lucius asked, trying not to laugh.

Harry whined. “It’s a comfort thing!” He mumbled around his mouthful. “We only have today and tomorrow, I’m getting really nervous. The blood is helping me calm down. Something about your blood and your scent soothes me.”

“I know, Harry, I know.” Lucius said indulgently, running a hand through his mate’s unruly hair. “I’m worried, too, but it’s too late to flee to America. You’ve no choice but to fight him and win. You’re ready, we’ve made sure of that. You’re not going in defenceless, and you’ve got an abundance of weapons you can use against him. It’ll be enough.” He said firmly.

Harry sighed, licking the wound and leaning his head against Lucius’ chest, listening to his heart. “I hope you’re right.” He flicked the nipple ring that was directly in his line of sight, then told his mate, “It’s just that, every time I go up against him, something unforeseen always happens. I just keep wondering: what’s it going to be this time?”

Lucius held Harry close, rubbing soothing circles on his back in between his wings. “This time, you’re going to finally end him. That’s all. We’ve done too much for him to best you. You’ve got the upper hand here, there’s very little he could do to possibly come out on top, and he won’t have the ingenuity to outsmart you this time.”

Harry turned his head and nipped at Lucius’ nipple. “If you say so.” He said. “You should distract me.” He decided with a wicked smirk.

Lucius chuckled and shifted Harry onto the pillows and rolled to loom over him. “And just how should I go about distracting you, hm?” He asked, rolling his hips downward against Harry.

Harry gasped. “I think you’ve already got the right idea.” He said, arching up to meet Lucius.

Lucius let out a soft growl and claimed Harry’s lips, hearing the soft mewl the brunet let out as his mouth was devoured. He kissed his mate until the need for air became acute, then raised his head and stared down at him, panting. “Before we go down this road in earnest, do you need a potion, or have you sufficiently recovered from last time?” He asked, tugging on Harry’s nipple ring.

“I’m fine!” Harry gasped out. “Fuck me!”

Lucius hummed in appreciation, then grabbed Harry’s wrists, pinning them above Harry’s head. “Keep them there. I don’t want to have to tie you up just yet, and if I have to, I will be most displeased. Understand?” He asked, a hint of warning in his voice.

Harry’s eyes widened, then darkened in anticipation, and he nodded eagerly.

“Good.” Lucius purred, letting go of Harry’s hands.

Harry grabbed onto the headboard of the bed, clenching his fists around it tightly.

Lucius laid a trail of soft kisses down Harry’s chest, pausing at the navel to dip his tongue into the small well, making Harry whimper. He continued his downward trek, revelling in the way Harry’s stomach muscles jumped when he ghosted his lips over them. He moved the sheet out of the way and took Harry’s cock into his hand, stroking it painstakingly slowly.

Harry keened, arching into the touch eagerly.

Lucius slid down Harry’s body until he was eye-level with the teen’s cock. “Spread your legs a bit more, Love.” He urged, gently pressing at the inside of one thigh.

Harry moaned and spread his legs obediently, cock twitching in anticipation. “What are you going to do?” He asked.

“I’m going to suck you. Not all the way, of course, but enough. After that, you are going to ride me, with your wings spread out behind you in a glorious display. All for me.” Lucius smirked.

Harry gulped and licked his lips, panting at the picture Lucius’ words had painted for him. “I like the way that sounds.” He admitted, flushing.

Lucius hummed and licked a stripe up Harry’s cock before his mouth travelled lower, taking first one ball, then the other into his mouth, laving them with his tongue until they were wet and full, then letting them slip from his mouth as he trailed his tongue upward again.

Harry was whimpering and writhing against the sheets, clutching tightly onto the headboard of the bed, eyes squeezed shut.

Lucius took Harry into his mouth, deep-throating the teen with all the skill he possessed, smugly listening to the soft cries and gasping breaths Harry couldn’t silence.

“Lucius, if you don’t stop, I’m going to come!” He warned.

Lucius stopped and summoned his wand from the bedside table. He lubricated his fingers and slid one into Harry carefully.

Harry’s body clenched down on the intruding finger before relaxing again and Lucius chuckled. “Still not quite used to the sensation of being breached, are we? There’s always that second of tightness before you remember that you need to relax and let me in.” Lucius purred, sucking on the tip of Harry’s cock for a second, just enough to tease him.

Harry’s hips rolled, pushing back against the finger.

Lucius watched the motion appreciatively. Harry had a very feline quality when it came to how he acted in bed. There was a certain sensuality to all of his movements, from the way he’d roll his hips to the way his back arched when a move from Lucius would hit his sweet spot just so. The way he stretched in the mornings, curling his fingers into claw shapes, also called to mind a large cat, something dangerous from the deepest jungles of India. A panther was the first animal Lucius likened Harry to. Beautiful and alluring to look at, yes, but undeniably dangerous if not treated with all the caution they deserved.

Lucius added a second finger and watched Harry’s back arch, enjoying the additional mewl he pulled from the submissive’s lips.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” The blond man asked, crooking his fingers and smiling when Harry gasped.

“Please.” Harry breathed, rolling his hips in time with every thrust of Lucius’ fingers.

Lucius smiled and added a third finger, twisting them with every other thrust. “’Please’ what, my Love?” He asked.

Harry moaned, closing his eyes and tilting his head back, exposing his neck. “Please fuck me!” He begged.

Lucius leaned in to nip and suck at the base of his neck.

Harry moaned, making the pale expanse of flesh vibrate against Lucius’ lips and tongue.

The blond gave his neck one final lick and pulled away. “I’ll give you what you want in a few seconds. Be a little patient, it’ll come.” He said evenly, stretching Harry’s entrance just a little more before removing his fingers and laying beside Harry. He lubed his length and smiled at the sub. “There. Now ride me, beautiful.”

Harry let go of the headboard and rolled atop Lucius in one smooth motion, rising up and guiding the man’s cock into his body. He sank down on it with a low, pleased moan. “Oh, God, yes!” He breathed, sinking all the way down onto Lucius as he let his wings spread out behind him.

Lucius grabbed his hips and couldn’t stop a growl from escaping.

Harry answered the sound with another moan. “Do that again!” He said eagerly. “That was sexy as all hell!”

Lucius growled again, louder, and Harry’s answering moan was just as loud.

Harry began moving on Lucius, slowly, savouring the stretch and burn as his muscles acclimatized to the feeling again after the few hours between sessions.

Lucius gripped his hips and helped to guide his movements. “Yes, Love, just like that. Merlin, you’re gorgeous. Did you know that?” He asked teasingly.

Harry flushed and shook his head. “My friends tell me I’m good-looking, but they’re my friends, there’s some unspoken agreement between friends that you’re supposed to tell your friends that they’re good-looking, isn’t there?” He asked. “You’re much better-looking than me.”

Lucius gasped as Harry clenched down, and his fingers tightened for a moment on Harry’s waist. “Harry, you’re absolutely stunning. I count myself as very lucky to be the one to have captured your attention. Truly, you could have your pick of witches and wizards, if you wanted.” He smirked. “And it would be because of this delectable body and your jade-green eyes, not because of who you are. You are so much more than that.”

Harry’s face was bright red, but his smile gave Lucius hope that his words were being taken to heart. “Charmer.” Harry admonished lightly.

“I speak nothing but the truth. You’re supposed to be moving, Love.” He reminded Harry.

Harry chuckled and began moving again, speeding up a bit.

One of Lucius’ hands moved from Harry’s waist, up his back and tangled in his hair. The man gave a sharp tug, and Harry bowed back a bit, moaning softly.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” Lucius purred.

Harry hummed in answer, eyes closed as he revelled in the sensation.

Lucius moved the remaining hand to deliver a swat to Harry’s arse. “Fuck yourself on my cock, Minx, don’t just sit there!” He said playfully.

Harry’s wing came forward and smacked him full in the face, and Harry burst out laughing as Lucius sputtered at the face-full of feathers he’d just received. “Sorry, sorry! It was a reflex!” He defended himself, still giggling.

Lucius glared up at his mate. “Try not to smother me in your plumage, Love. I don’t appreciate it.” He said firmly.

Harry nodded, still smiling. “Duly noted; I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Yes, see that you do.” Lucius said, grabbing Harry’s hips in both hands and urging him to continue moving.

Harry began fucking himself in earnest, finding the right angle to hit his prostate and speeding up.

“Mm, yes!” Lucius helped him move and watched him, enjoying both the sensation and the show.

Harry moaned in short, staccato bursts as his prostate was hit, mouth hanging open as he panted heavily.

Lucius growled and reared up, licking over the mating mark on Harry’s neck and biting into it, reopening the wound and flinging Harry headlong into orgasm.

Harry wailed as he came, clamping down on Lucius and bringing the aristocrat off with him.

Lucius fell back and Harry went with him, slumping forward over his chest, nearly-insensate.

“Mm.” The submissive hummed happily. “That was nice.” He said weakly.

“That,” Lucius corrected, “was magnificent. Bravo, my Love.”

Harry chuckled. “I need a nap, then we need to do that again.” He declared.

Lucius cleaned them both with a quick spell, then rolled onto his side. “I think that can be arranged.” He said.

Harry curled into his chest and fell asleep within moments, one wing spread out over himself and Lucius like a large, feathered blanket.

*****

Draco slid off of Severus, panting. “You’re doing the work next time.” He groused playfully.

Severus chuckled. “I believe you were the one worried about squishing the baby.” He returned. “But I’m fine with that. I did appreciate the view, though. Your wings are gorgeous, and watching you move on me is always nice.”

Draco smirked. “I do like watching you watch me.” He agreed, rolling onto his side and wriggling a bit. “Come on, turn over and be the big spoon.” He prodded.

Severus curled around Draco and wrapped an arm around him, resting it on the small curve of his belly. He wasn’t quite showing yet, but his abdomen wasn’t as flat as it had been. The small definition he’d been able to boast before was gone, and a small outward curve had replaced it. It wasn’t enough for an outside observer to note just yet, but to Severus, it was a noticeable change.

Draco hummed and wriggled against Severus.

“Stop that, Brat!” Severus chided, a laugh in his voice. “Don’t get me started again, or we’ll never get to sleep.”

Draco hummed in satisfaction. “I don’t think I’d mind a late night and subsequent late morning tomorrow. It’s Sunday, we don’t have anywhere pressing to be, so we could have a lie-in.” He mused.

Severus growled. “Or we could get to sleep now and spend tomorrow morning having lazy morning sex.”

“That does sound nice.” Draco allowed. “And we’ve only done that twice so far.”

“The summer will allow for more lazy mornings. During the school year, the time is harder to find.” Severus told him, then took a deep breath, filling his lungs with Draco’s scent, then groaned. “You still smell like baby.” He mourned.

Draco frowned. “Are you saying I smell bad?!” He asked, offended.

Severus sighed. “Not bad, per se, just not like yourself. It’s not exactly an affront to my nose, but it confuses my instincts. I don’t know whether to be aroused at the proximity of my mate, or protective of my unborn child.” He explained.

Draco giggled. “I suppose that’s to be expected. I don’t know how long I’ll smell like baby, Her Majesty said the smell would only last until the baby was past the dangerous part of pregnancy. Once I’m on the other side of the chance of miscarriage, the small should ease up a bit, enough that you’ll smell my scent in equal measure along with the baby’s. It’s meant to be a warning to my mate that I’m breeding, and thus, delicate.” He told Severus. “So you’ll know to be extra gentle with me.” He added teasingly.

“Noted.” Severus’ hand caressed Draco a few times. “Now, let’s get to sleep. I need my rest if I’m to do all the work tomorrow morning.”
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