Lucius cast a sidelong glance down the table, his eyes settling on the dark-haired boy seated near the far end, next to his own son Draco. It ached to see him, so near yet so unreachable, when all he wanted was to touch him, like Draco was doing now. But that would have to wait.
Harry Potter was Draco's boyfriend, and Draco was having him over to stay for the Christmas holiday. As far as Lucius knew, Draco had been dating Harry for about three months now, and he remembered how surprised and later, delighted Draco had been when Lucius had agreed, with no annoyance or anger, to allow Harry to come to Malfoy Manor for the break. He had just nodded curtly, said a short "He may come to stay" and had gone back to his work. Draco had been so happy -- if only he knew just why Lucius had been so willing to let Harry come to stay.
Draco leaned over to whisper something in Harry's ear; Harry listened and smiled, and Draco laughed softly and kissed him on the cheek. At this, Harry blushed and looked down bashfully, but not before lifting his eyes and stealing a quick look in Lucius' direction. Lucius closed his eyes and concentrated on pushing the roast pork around his plate, suddenly feeling as if he'd lost his appetite.
Harry was his son's lover, for crying out loud. He was the same age as Draco. He was too young, too beautiful, too sweet. Too wrong. But he was the only thing that ever felt right, Harry's body lain under his own, Harry's lips trailing over his skin, Harry's soft cry of pleasure each time Lucius took him slowly, painfully, gently, then harshly.
It had been the most unexpected thing, really, Lucius reflected. He'd actually been raving furious when he found out that Draco was seeing Harry Potter behind his back, and he'd stormed over to the school and, using the weight of his position as governor, summoned a meeting with Harry. He'd been so angry, and for some reason it wasn't just at Draco. He had shouted at Harry for a good ten minutes, and all Harry had done was to lower his head and say nothing. Nothing at all.
Lucius had then stalked over to Harry and slapped him hard across his face, sending the boy reeling backwards; but instinctively, Lucius had reached out and grabbed Harry's arm to stop him from falling. Then, as he had looked into Harry's beautiful green eyes, Lucius had been overwhelmed with a sudden surge of blind passion, rising like poisoned spikes, and he had leaned forward and kissed Harry hard on the mouth, sealing off the initial protests. Gradually he had felt Harry relax in his arms, and then Harry's hand was moving up to rest on his own neck, and Harry started to kiss him back, urgently and truly.
Ever since then, Lucius had never been able to turn back. To tear himself away from the irresistible attraction that was Harry, and the passion only grew fiercer with the passing of time.
He'd wait.
This afternoon, he had specifically arranged for Narcissa to take Draco down to their personal tailor's to get a new set of dress robes measured up. Goodness knows Draco didn't need another set of dress robes, he already had two wardrobes full of them in his room, but Lucius needed an excuse, any excuse. When he'd suggested it just now, he'd shot Harry a meaningful look; so when Draco had pestered Harry to come along, Harry had firmly declined, saying he was tired out (Lucius saw the secret smile on Draco's face and almost threw up thinking of whatever Harry was doing with Draco the night before), and wanted to rest up a bit.
He got up and went to Harry's room immediately after Narcissa and Draco had departed. Harry was given a guest room by himself, adjacent to Draco's, although Lucius knew that Draco would have sneaked Harry over to his own room during the nights. Now he opened the door without knocking, and found Harry sitting on the bed, sultry in the shadows of pale winter afternoon sunlight, waiting for him.
Lucius swore fervently, kicked the door shut behind him, and strode straight over to Harry. He seized Harry by the shoulders and jerked him forward, capturing his mouth in a brutal kiss, needy and desperate. Harry responded instantly, linking his arms around Lucius' neck and drawing him closer, pressing himself against Lucius' chest as he moaned softly against Lucius' lips, possessively ravishing his own.
"Fuck," Lucius hissed, his hands tearing at Harry's robes and shrugging off his own as well. "Fuck it's been so fucking long."
Harry nodded wordlessly, and he lay back on the bed, pulling Lucius on top of him. Lucius bent his mouth and ran it over Harry's bared neck and down to his chest, making the boy gasp and arch. He could feel Harry's hands holding the back of his head, fingers tangled in his hair -- suddenly he paused and looked down at Harry, lying beneath him.
"What do you do with Draco?" he asked harshly, jealously creeping into his voice. "I know you go over to his room every night. What do you two do?"
Harry opened his eyes. "Lucius, please," he said softly, a tone of mild pleading in his voice.
"No," Lucius snapped. "I want to know. Fuck, I have a right to know. Do you two have sex?"
Harry's eyes clouded with troubled emotion; he hesitated for a moment, then answered quietly, "No."
"No?" Lucius felt his heart leap, slamming against his ribcage even as an inexplicable joy rose inside him. "You haven't fucked with him yet?"
Harry bit his lip, his cheeks coloring with slight embarrassment. "He wants to. He keeps asking if I'm ready, but I just keep holding him off because -- because I can't." Harry looked away. "So we just fool around, most of the time."
Harry spread his legs, allowing Lucius to move between them, giving him better access. Lucius ran a hand over Harry thighs, and the boy groaned, straining closer to Lucius' touch. "I want you," Harry whispered softly, his eyes sincere and truthful. "I want you, Lucius, I want you so bad. No one else."
Lucius bent over and kissed Harry's mouth, savoring his sweet lips and the velvet touch of his tongue, wet and hot against his own. He held Harry's legs apart, allowing himself to tease against Harry's body, grinding in slow, agonizingly pleasurable circles until Harry was thrashing under him, shuddering under his touch and writhing helplessly, begging him to take him, take him now, take him forever.
Lucius positioned himself at the entrance to Harry's body; then he took a deep breath and thrust himself in, feeling the delicious heat engulf him whole, and he distantly heard Harry cry out, and then he lost control and began thrusting relentlessly, taking Harry deeply, completely. Harry groaned and moved his thighs further apart, and he hungrily received Lucius' mouth on his own, kissing him passionately, held in thrall by Lucius' sharp, firm movements inside him. He had never kissed anyone else like he was kissing Lucius now, and so raw and painful was the emotion that Harry started to sob, even as pain and pleasure spiraled inside him with each forceful thrust within his body.
Lucius groaned Harry's name as he came, pouring himself out inside Harry's body; Harry closed his eyes and let himself go as well, biting his lip to hold back from screaming as he felt the climax take him over, waves and waves of sheer pleasure and pure sensation, Lucius still inside him, buried to the hilt. Harry moaned, and Lucius leaned over to kiss him again, capturing his lips in a fervent kiss, searing and completely truthful.
"I love you." Harry murmured against Lucius' mouth, so softly that he could barely hear himself, as if he was speaking directly to Lucius' lips without the need for words. But he knew Lucius heard him, and Harry knew he felt the same way, even though he didn't say it, even as Lucius moved to show him the depth of his love in return, pressing kisses to his body, and Harry felt the arousal start all over again.
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