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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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“I don’t really want to go back.” Harry mourned, leaning his head against Lucius’ shoulder.

Lucius placed a kiss on the top of his unruly mop of hair. “Love, aside from going back to Gryffindor Tower to regale your friends with tales of my sexual prowess, we won’t be apart for long. You’re moving into my rooms with me, remember?”

“I suppose that makes it better. But Voldemort’s probably going to make his move tomorrow; you said so yourself. I wish we could just freeze time and not have to go back.” Harry said. “I liked our time here.”

Lucius chuckled. “We’ll have plenty of time after he’s defeated to enjoy married life, don’t worry.” He assured Harry.

Harry smiled. “Yeah. Well, there’s no point in wasting time, I guess. Let’s get back to Hogwarts.” He said lightly.

Lucius activated the Portkey, and they went hurtling through space in a dizzying whirl of colours.

When they landed, Harry nearly pitched forward, but Lucius’ arm around his waist prevented such an undignified landing.

Lucius smiled fondly.

They walked from the gates to the castle, and Lucius bent to kiss Harry. “Go spend some time with your friends. I’ll take your trunk with me to our rooms.” He offered.

“Alright.” Harry handed over his trunk and made for Gryffindor Tower. He walked up to the portrait and the Fat Lady smiled fondly at him.

“Did you have a good time? I hear you’re a married man, now?” She teased.

Harry chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. “Uh, yeah, I am.” He agreed shyly.

The Fat Lady giggled. “Is he treating you well, then? Has it been everything you’ve hoped so far?”

Harry smiled brightly and nodded. “He’s great, and so far married life has been wonderful. I hope it stays that way.” He said, then gave her the password.

She opened and let him in, and Ginny and Hermione noticed him almost immediately.

Hermione smiled and waved, but Ginny jumped up and rushed him.

Harry had just enough time to return Hermione’s wave before Ginny was in his arms, hugging him tightly.

“Did you have fun?!” Ginny asked, pulling away from Harry with a huge smirk. “How was it?” She asked in a lower voice, nearly whispering.

Harry shook his head. “No, Gin, you’re not getting details this time. Yes, we had sex, multiple times, but since it was my first times and all, I’m not going to kiss and tell this time. Forgive me?”

Ginny rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I get it. You’re entitled to your privacy, I just like to live vicariously through you. I’m happy for you, though. Can we expect any kids any time soon?” She teased.

Harry laughed. “Oh, God, no! I’m on the Potion, Gin. We’re not bringing kids into a world at war, it’s not safe. We’re going to wait, and Lucius might want me to wait until I’m out of school, I’m not sure yet. We haven’t discussed when kids will be, just that we do both want them at some point.” He added.

Ginny nodded and they began walking toward where Hermione and Ron were sitting. “So, any news on the war front? Draco said Prince was called, but he wouldn’t tell us any more than that. I don’t even know if he knows what was said at the meeting.” She said in annoyance.

“Well, I do know. Severus came to Luc and I and told us what was said before he came back here.” Harry told her, catching Hermione and Ron’s attention.

Ginny’s jaw dropped and her eyes widened. “He intruded on a newlyweds’ Week of Solitude?!” She nearly screeched in shock.

Harry eyed her warily. He had been able to hear the capital letters in her words, so it was obviously some kind of big deal. “Um, yes?” He confirmed weakly. “Why?”

Ginny’s mouth closed with a ‘snap’ and she shook her head. “It’s just not done, that’s all. It’s a big deal that newlyweds get a week of complete solitude to get to know each other on a new level. There’s supposed to be no contact with the outside world for a full seven days. I don’t know of anyone who’s ever broken that rule. Well, except for you, now.” She added.

Harry huffed. “Well, aside from the, apparently, huge breach of Wizarding etiquette, he brought news. Voldemort’s probably going to call a meeting tomorrow. Either that, or he’ll just call Lucius, but either way, after tomorrow, we’ll most likely have a date for the final battle.” He told them.

Ginny nodded. “Alright. We’ll be ready.” She said.

Hermione looked at him critically for a few moments, then smiled. “You look really happy. Did you have a good time?” She asked.

Harry returned the smile. “I did. Lucius is great, really. Don’t tell anyone, but I managed to get him to let loose and really enjoy himself while it was just us. He was sure he didn’t have any inner child for me to find, but I think I may have uncovered just that in him.” He said smugly. “Although I’ll bet he never admits it.”

Ron covered his mouth in feigned shock. “A Malfoy, pretend to be nothing but a stuck-up aristocrat? You don’t say.” He added sarcastically.

Harry snorted. “I know, right? But I’ll let it slide. I’m confident that I’ll have him playing with our kids with minimal effort. And maybe a threat or two, we’ll see.”

Ginny grinned. “Blackmail.” She said firmly. “Slytherins only understand blackmail.”

Harry laughed. “We’ll see, Ginny. I’ll keep you posted, shall I?” He offered.

“Oh, most definitely.” Ginny said brightly. “I want every ploy you have to use explained in detail, plus info on which ones actually get the desired response.” She told him.

Neville frowned. “If you’re suggesting blackmail against a spouse, should I be worried?” He asked, taking her hand and tapping on the ring she wore pointedly.

Ginny beamed at him. “Of course not, Nev. You’re a Gryffindor. Everyone knows Gryffindors only understand blunt honesty and the occasional enticement, when needed. Which it usually isn’t. Blunt honesty almost always gets the point across.” She added.

Harry laughed. “You’ve got it all figured out, then, don’t you?” He asked her.

Ginny nodded. “I do.” She answered happily.

“Well, I think I’ve stayed away from my husband for long enough. I’m starting to miss him.” Harry got up. “I’ll see you all tomorrow for breakfast.” He told them before leaving to head to Lucius’ rooms. He opened the door and walked in.

“Hello, Love. I’m in the bedroom, deciding what I want to wear tomorrow.” Lucius called out.

“Alright.” Harry flopped into a chair—Lucius’, of course. “I’m just going to sit out here for a while. Have I mentioned lately that I love these rooms? They always smell so wonderful. Like you.”

Lucius peeked out of his room, smiling. “I’m glad you like my scent so much, but the source of it is in here.” He pointed out, before retreating back into the room. “If, of course, you feel like joining me.”

Harry shook his head, sitting sideways on the chair, letting his feet dangle over one side and letting his head fall back so he was upside-down from the chest up. “I like it here.” He said lightly.

Lucius peeked out again and sighed heavily. “Love, must you lie on my furniture? I seem to recall both of us ending up in a similar state during our honeymoon.” He said, sounding put-upon. “And if you asked Draco, he’d tell you that people lying on my furniture is a pet peeve of mine. I’ve no idea why I did it.”

Harry smiled. “You love me.” He replied. “And yes, I must lie on it. I’m more comfortable this way.” He told the man, as if that fact put the issue to rest.

Which, to Lucius’ chagrin, it did.

“Very well, but when your back is paining you in the morning, I’ll not be giving you a potion for it.” Lucius said evenly.

Harry pouted. “Why not?” He asked.

“Because I have none for that purpose. If you insist on damaging your back with bad posture, you’ll be fixing or treating the issue yourself.” He said firmly, then turned and went back into his room. “When you are ready to stop misusing my armchair, you may join me in bed.”

Harry was out of the armchair in an instant, shedding clothes rapidly on his way across the room, leaving them where they fell.

Lucius sighed when Harry arrived at the door naked. “Did you just leave your clothing strewn along my floor?” He asked wearily.

Harry flushed. “Err…” He bit his lip. “Sorry?”

Lucius groaned, but lifted the blanket anyway. “Get in here, you slob. You’re lucky there are house-elves here. Even so, I’ll fix those bad habits someday.” He teased, kissing Harry as the teen wrapped around his body like a squid before pressing his freezing cold feet against Lucius’ calves. “Dear Merlin, use a warming charm on those things!” Lucius fumbled for his wand, lifting the blanket and shooting a warming charm at Harry’s feet.

Harry grinned at him. “Well, I was just standing on the cold stone floor in my bare feet, you know.” He reminded the man.

Lucius frowned. “Cold feet is kind of a deal-breaker for me. In the future, warm them before they touch me.” He said menacingly.

“Mm, sure.” Harry bit his lip. “There’s something I want to try. And before I ask, I want to take the chance to remind you that you said you’d be willing earlier.” He told the man.

Lucius smiled. “I remember agreeing to a lot of things when it comes to you, you’ll have to be a bit more specific.” He said in amusement.

Harry flushed, before whispering, “You said once I knew what I was doing, you’d let me… Top. If I wanted.”

Lucius pursed his lips. “I did say that, didn’t I? Well, we’ve been together more than enough times for you to know what you’re doing. Did you want to do that tonight?” He asked.

Harry nodded. “We don’t have much time before I’ll have to face him, and I wanted to, in case… I don’t get another chance.” He mumbled.

“You’ll get plenty of chances, don’t worry. But I see no reason to deny you this, so feel free to use my body as you wish.” Lucius said with a smile. “The lubrication charm I use is ‘lubricum,’ and all you do is point and cast. It’s easy enough to learn.”

Harry nodded and kissed Lucius. “Thank you.” He whispered, before casting the charm on his hand and sliding down Lucius’ body. He gently circled the man’s entrance with a finger before pressing.

“Don’t be afraid to apply more pressure. You’ll need quite a bit to breach a man’s body, and I assure you, I won’t break. And if it hurts, I will tell you. It’s been a while, but I’ve done this before, and I can handle it.” Lucius told him.

Harry pressed harder, and the finger slid in. His eyes widened at how tight and hot Lucius was. He licked his lips and slid the finger in and out a few times.

“I can take another, Harry.” Lucius prompted, wriggling his hips a bit.

Harry slid the finger out, then added a second and slid them back in. He scissored them the way Lucius had done to him, working the man open by degrees.

Lucius moaned, then told Harry, “There is a little gland, just inside, that, when properly stimulated—“ He gasped as Harry found it. “Yes, that’s it.” He affirmed.

Harry grinned. “I’m not half-bad at this.” He said in delight. He slid the fingers out and added a third, pressing them in and twisting them the way Lucius liked to do to him.

Lucius gasped and his back arched. “Good, very good.” The man praised him, moving his hips to press back on the fingers. “You’ve been paying attention. I’m proud of you.” He said.

Harry stretched Lucius as well as he could, paying close attention to the way the man’s body relaxed bit by bit.

“I’m ready for you, Harry. Make sure you’re nice and slick, and remember, I won’t break. You’ll need to push hard.” Lucius told him.

Harry nodded and slicked his cock, then positioned himself over Lucius. He pressed in—hard—and slowly slid in.

Lucius moaned, letting his head fall back as Harry sunk in, reaching out to grasp the teen’s hips and pull him in closer. “Yes, all the way. I can take it, Harry.”

Harry finally bottomed out, and hung his head, panting harshly. “God, it’s so… Wow. This is… Different.” He said.

Lucius laughed. “It is, yes. Do you like it?” He asked.

Harry nodded. “I do. I mean, it doesn’t feel as good as having you in me, but… It’s nice.” He said.

That earned him another laugh from the man below him. “That’s proof enough that you’re a submissive at heart. I’ve never heard someone refer to being inside another as being merely ‘nice.’” He told Harry.

Harry flushed. “Well, I did say I liked it, didn’t I?” He pointed out. “I’m just not blown away by it, that’s all.”

Lucius nodded. “Well, let’s see how you feel afterwards, shall we?” He wriggled his hips again. “Move.” He urged.

Harry pulled out, then slid back in. “That’s… Mm.” He closed his eyes. “Better. I could get used to this.” Was his verdict.

Lucius just smiled and met his thrusts. He felt strangely moved by the care Harry was taking to not hurt him. The boy was surprisingly tender and gentle with him. Not only that, but Lucius felt much closer to him in that moment than he’d ever felt with a lover in the past. The bond was letting emotions through, wonder and love on Harry’s part, and Lucius had to admit that perhaps loving a partner was worth the risk, when it added the extra layer of meaning to sex.

Harry gulped. “I… I’m not going to last much longer.” He admitted.

Lucius chuckled. “I hardly expected you to, this first time. Just don’t fall asleep as soon as you’re done. Remember me, too.” He told Harry.

Harry nodded. “I will.” He promised, then began thrusting like mad.

Lucius let his hands wander up Harry’s back, then sifted his hands through the feathers on his wings, which were splayed out behind him in a glorious display for his mate.

Harry whined, head hanging as his hips stuttered a bit, and Lucius stopped his movements, then clutched at the feathers he’d just been playing with, and Harry’s rhythm faltered again.

‘No.’ Lucius thought, a wicked gleam entering his eyes. ‘Surely the wings do not contain a second pleasure centre.’ He kept playing with the feathers in that one spot.

Harry whined and mewled, coming almost unexpectedly. He collapsed on Lucius with a groan. “That’s playing dirty.” He complained when he saw the large grin on Lucius’ face.

“Perhaps.” Lucius agreed. “You have responsibilities to attend to.” The man reminded him.

Harry stuck out his tongue at the man, but slid down the bed and took Lucius into his mouth, putting to work all the things Lucius had taught him as he brought the man off in less than a minute.

He slid back up the man’s body and Lucius pulled him close. “So, was it all you dreamed of?” He asked.

Harry grinned. “You were right; I like bottoming better. Still, I might want to try that again sometime. If only to build up my stamina enough to get you to come before I do.”

Lucius grinned. “A worthy cause, I suppose. After all, you wouldn’t want to get into the habit of not finishing off your partner. It’s bad manners.” He said lightly.

Harry flicked the man’s nipple ring. “Exactly.” He agreed. “I love you.” He murmured, cuddling into the man’s chest.

Lucius pulled him closer, one hand sliding down to his arse and giving it a light squeeze. “Mm, and I love you. Now sleep, Minx. We have class tomorrow.” He reminded Harry.

“Good night.” Harry mumbled.

“Sweet dreams, my beloved.”
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