LM/ASP (Part One: Harmless)
Title: Harmless
Pairing: Albus Severus/Lucius
Rating: N-17
Authors Note Part one of my attempting to make up for going AWOL *begs prettily* forgive? (part two is already done and will be up as soon as I've gone over all of your wonderful fics that I've missed! *is ravenous for potterotica*)
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“I’m picking you up. Right now.”
Albus Severus Potter rolled his eyes and glanced over his shoulder to make sure once again that he was indeed alone. One of the conditions of Al’s visiting Malfoy Manor (one of the many) was that he floo call his father every day. As far as conditions went, it was easy to follow. Another condition however…
“I am not having you living under the same roof as Lucius Malfoy! Honestly, Al, you know that, and so does Scorpius for that matter!”
“I didn’t know he was going to be here!” Albus protested hotly, folding his arms over his chest. “And neither did Scorpius! It’s fine Dad, he’s fine, really-”
“Lucius Malfoy is a Death Eater!” Harry spat, the fire about him flaring in his temper.
“So was Draco Malfoy.” Albus reminded his father coolly.
Harry glared. “Draco may have taken the mark, but I understand his reasons. He had no choice. Lucius-”
“Took the mark when he was sixteen and has payed for it ever since.” Albus hissed. “He made no more the mistakes than my namesake.”
“Your namesake was one of the bravest men I have ever known.” Harry snarled. “He fought for our lives at amazing personal risk and died for our side. Lucius Malfoy is a Death Eater!”
“Lucius Malfoy did things for your side too, you know, just in case you weren’t at his trial.” Albus reminded his father coldly. “You remember, when they found memories in Snape’s vault that proved he was feeding information to the Order-”
“You’re coming home.” Harry spat, green eyes flaring in the firelight.
Albus glared, outraged. “Lucius Malfoy is harmless, Dad, and I’m not coming back early so I can keep listening to you and Mum tearing each others hair out!”
Harry looked stricken at that last part, and opened his mouth to argue but Al wouldn’t let him. “I’m sick of you being so bloody prejudice because of what you think you knew. You don’t know Scorpius or Draco or even Lucius sodding Malfoy so why don’t you either make an effort or just bloody well shut up about them? Because I’m not hearing another word against the Malfoys, you hear? And just in case you missed it, I’m staying put. See you in three days.”
And with that, Al closed the floo.
“Well well.” Al jumped as a low, amused voice sounded from the corner behind him. “That was… enlightening.”
Al swivelled around, mouth open in shock as his gaze fell on the tall, impressive figure of Lucius Malfoy.
Lucius seemed unperturbed by Al’s stupidly surprised expression as he crossed from the doorway to come into the centre of Scorpius’ bedroom.
“Draco and Scorpius seem to feel you and your father would be having a somewhat longer heart-to-heart. They are in Diagon Alley.”
Al fought to regain his ability to speak. “How long will they be gone?”
“An hour at least.” Lucius said softly. Al suppressed a shudder. The way Lucius had spoken, it sounded almost like a… promise.
“Oh. Well then. My Dad and I are, er, done.” Al said, gesturing half-heartedly at the fire, wondering how much of their conversation Lucius had heard.
“Indeed.” Lucius took several further steps forward, the crisp sound of new shoes clacking against the marble floor echoing from beneath his emerald robes. “I’m ‘harmless’, I hear?”
Al flushed. “I just meant… he seems to think you want to kill me.” Al tried to explain lightly, as though the very idea of Lucius being in any way a threat was ludicrous, but truth be told, being alone in the warded house with the man was more than a little unsettling.
Lucius chuckled. “I wasn’t considering it.”
Al smiled.
Lucius held the boy’s green gaze for a moment before gesturing towards the elegant couch at the foot of Scorpius’ bed. At night, the boys sneakily transfigured it into a camp-bed, despite Albus been allocated to the ‘guest room’, a suite which would make most five star hotels weep with shame.
Lucius lowered himself and crossed his legs under his robe, tapping the other side of the couch lightly with his cane, an invitation for Albus to sit.
“If your father is uncomfortable with my presence…” Lucius began carefully “I can find myself… ‘called away on business’ for the remainder of your stay. Draco and Scorpius need not know of my motives, I can visit my son at any-”
“No!” Al interrupted loudly, earning himself a raised eyebrow. “I mean, thank you, but it’s okay, you shouldn’t have to… no, you haven’t seen Scorp in months-”
“Scorp?” Lucius repeated shortly, raising his alabaster eyebrow once more.
Al grinned. “Well, it’s just ‘Scoripus’ is sort of long. Not that I can talk, of course. ‘Albus Severus’ is quite the mouthful.”
“I’ll bet.” Lucius murmured quietly, vocal chords snagging slightly as his voice threatened to dip into a growl.
Just as Al’s skin started to itch from the silence, Lucius’ voice ascended into a curt businesslike quality once more. “Would you prefer to leave early? I am sure you have time to gather your things before Draco and Scorpius return.”
“No way.” Al muttered.
Lucius noticed the way the boy clenched his hands at the notion of returning home.
“I do not mean to pry, but I, ah, heard you mention some… domestic upset?”
“Is that what you call it when two people who are supposed to be married want to stab each other in the neck with steak knives?” Al huffed, then suddenly went rigid as he remembered to whom he was speaking.
Lucius laughed softly. “Indeed. May I ask-”
“They don’t love each other.” Al said wearily. Tired of examining the situation from every other possible alternative, Albus now accepted the truth of his parents constant arguing for what it simply was.
“Why do you think that is so?”
Al struggled to think of what to say. “They just - don’t. I don’t think Mum wanted the kind of guy Dad really is, and I don’t think he wanted her either. I think he wanted his mother.”
Lucius’ carefully carved marble expression lit up in alarm for a moment before Al realised what he had implied. “No, no, not like that!” He allowed Lucius a low exhaled ‘Merlin’ before continuing.
Eventually, Al lost himself in talking about his family, everything he’d been too ashamed to say to Lily and James and even Scorp. About how his father was too fixated on the past to move forwards, how his mother was too determined to have her adolescent crush rather than her husband. About how they were all struggling to be the perfect family that the Daily Prophet kept praising and how he wished that they would just divorce and get it over with.
“…and I don’t want to make it worse, but I know I will when they find out I’m gay…” Albus stopped as he realised what he had said, who he had said it in front of.
“You’re gay.” Lucius repeated calmly.
“Uh, yeah.” Albus shuffled awkwardly. “But I’m not with Scorp or anything! He’s, um, straight I think.” Albus blushed as he covered for his so very not-straight friend.
Lucius snorted. “He wears a kilt. And eyeliner, if I saw correctly. But, no, I do not believe the two of you are together. The fact that you go to the trouble of transfiguring this-” Lucius tapped the couch with his cane again “-into a bed every evening stands as testimony to your platonic relationship I believe. Astoria will be disappointed, she only ever speaks highly of you. Should I ask what about my grandson you find so repellent?”
“Nothing! He’s… fine…” Al suddenly felt very awkward and wished wished wished he would stop blushing.
“Hmm.” Was all Lucius said, before adjusting himself in a regal fashion. It didn’t escape Al’s notice that Lucius’ movements edged him ever so slightly closer towards Al’s side of the sofa. Was it deliberate? Al’s heart jolted at the implications, particularly so close following his little revelation.
“I mean…” Al tentatively shuffled in his seat, wiggling closer to the centre of the couch himself. “It’s not that I think he’s not appealing. Scorpius is very attractive. I think it must run in the family.” What on Earth are you doing? his brain screeched at him, but Al ignored it.
“Do you now?” Lucius all but purred and Al was almost shocked at the older mans deliberate shift towards him, robed thigh now in direct contact with Al’s, snake-shaped cane running up the side of his calf.
“Yeah…” Al breathed, lower belly and genitals starting to tingle with the initial pinpricks of arousal. “Scorp and I have always said, out of the two of us he’s the looker.” Al let out a laugh that quickly morphed into a gasp as Lucius’ cane shot up to his chin and tilted it up, forcing Al to look directly at Lucius’ silver eyes.
“I don’t know about that, boy.” Lucius said thoughtfully, gazing into quivering green orbs, paralysed by Lucius’ stare like a rabbit caught in headlights. “I’d daresay Scorpius has a little competition.”
Al swallowed. “I don’t know about that.” He said weakly, at a loss for any kind of witty retort.
“Hmm. We shall see.” Lucius murmured. He ran his cane along Al’s face, through his hair, down the back of his neck, the curve of the snake hooking gently around Al’s nape.
Oh gods, Al squirmed as his trousers suddenly felt too tight for comfort; Lucius was so close, all he had to do was tug his cane, pull Al’s head forwards and they’d be…
And just as Al thought it, Lucius jerked his wrist and Al, following obediently, fell onto Lucius Malfoy’s mouth.
“Mmm…” Lucius hummed appreciatively against the untasted lips. The boy sucked a gasp through his nose, robotically tilting his head a little too far, but a gentle cup from Lucius’ gloved palm bought their faces in perfect alignment.
Lucius soothed trembling lips with gentle licks, moving his jaw gently to coax Albus inside. The Potter boy was clearly in awe of the whole situation, but none the less willing, Lucius knew. He could taste the heat in the boy’s mouth, feel the need through the desperate, inexperienced probing of his tongue, small and slick and tasting of wickedly sweet innocence.
Lucius, on the other hand, tasted like white wine, sophisticated and expensive. Al longed to clasp his palm to the back of Lucius’ head and pull him closer, increase the taste and sensation but found himself ridiculously conscious of Lucius’ neatly combed pony-tail.
Lucius was clearly having less issue with manhandling Al. One arm cradled Al’s slim waist, hand snaking its way under his shirt to run along Al’s warm back. The other hand wandered over Al’s jaw and neck, occasionally reaching up to seize brown locks that hinted red when they caught the light.
To become an expert at kissing, Al thought dazedly, one really only needed seven minutes. From his initial sloppy slidings of tongue-on-tongue, back twisted awkwardly as he tried to maintain posture while leaning forwards, Al now had an easy rhythm with his older, more experienced partner. His body had somehow arranged itself so as to mold against as much of Lucius as possible. Yet it wasn’t enough, and Al squirmed into Lucius’ touch to try and press against more of his robed body.
Without warning, the arm curved around Al’s spine gave a strong pull. Squealing, Al suddenly found himself being hastily arranged over Lucius’ lap, strong hands pulling his legs apart so that Al could nestle quite comfortably with one knee on either side of Lucius’ body.
Lucius himself was looking rather red in the face as he parted his robes hastily, revealing the expensive shirt and trousers underneath. Al didn’t have time to ask before strong hands were tugging him down, hard, over a very prominent lump.
“Oh…” Al breathed as he felt the warmth of Lucius’ confined erection. His own ached in sympathy as Al shuffled in Lucius’ lap, setting the clothed cock in place. Lucius moaned deeply as Al ground his hips, hand shooting up to pull Al forwards until he felt the boy’s arousal against his stomach.
Lucius leant up to capture Al’s mouth again, and Al bent down greedily, rocking harder in an effort to bring them both to completion. He’d hoped they could be naked for this, but knew that if Draco and Scorpius were to come home early and find them both undressed…
When Lucius hips started moving of their own accord, it took all of Al’s concentration not to give in to the instict to start bouncing enthusiastically. Gritting his teeth, Al opted instead to inflict more steady grinding on the man pinned beneath him, rubbing his own erection against Lucius as best he could.
A muscle in Lucius’ jaw started twitching furiously. Lucius snaked his hands up, under Al’s arms, pulling him forwards, flush against Lucius. Strong arms held the young, untouched body in place as Lucius rutted himself to orgasm.
The feel of Lucius trembling underneath him made Al cry out in need and envy, muffled by Lucius’ chest, to which Al was still securely fastened. The shirt was soaked with sweat, a hard nipple grazing Al’s heated cheek. Salty musk assailed Al’s nostrils and the hot, heady scent of Lucius’ flesh was too much sensory stimulation. Al’s climax overtook him, ripping it’s way through his body as he pulled back, gasping for air and thrusting wildly against Lucius’ body.
Lucius moaned with appreciative satisfaction as he watched the boy, frantically pumping his slender hips. Lucius cupped the firm arse just as the small body shuddered and clenched at the collar of Lucius’ parted robe.
With a final noise that sounded akin to a sob, Al collapsed against Lucius.
Al barely had a moment to recover before a blaze from the floo alerted them both, and they sprang apart right before Scorpius’ head came into view.
“Hello Grandfather, hey Al.” Scorpius smiled, not looking particularly phased at either of their situated positions, straining from each other at opposite ends of the couch. “We’re about to come home, just wondering if you wanted something before we came back?”
Al shook his head as he desperately tried to catch his breath, and resisted checking both himself and Lucius for white stains. Lucius, cool as you please, replied with a crisp “Tell Draco to pick up some wines. He will know which ones I mean.”
Scorpius nodded, and the fire blazed again with his departure.
Al whistled with relief. “I thought…” he chuckled, gesturing at Lucius splayed robe.
“My Grandson’s powers of observation are not renowned.” Lucius remarked dryly, reaching for his cane and withdrawing from it an elegant black wand.
“A cleaning spell or two might be in order.” Lucius explained in answer to Al’s wary expression, aiming it at the front of Al’s trousers and then his own before doing his robes up.
Al suddenly felt very awkward now that the post-orgasmic haze had worn down. “So… I’d better-”
Lucius interrupted, sweeping from the couch with impressive grace. “You will remain here and floo in to your father before dinner.”
“My father?” Al whispered. “You want me to go home?”
Lucius nodded. “I would suggest having him send your school things himself, but if I recall, he never was the most competent nor the most organized of men. I suggest you pack your school belongings yourself, and anything else you might need for the remainder of the holidays. Do be back before dinner, wont you?”
“The rest of the holidays?” Al breathed, heart picking up its pace.
“I am sure Scorpius will be delighted.” Lucius smirked, turning to leave.
“I’m sure he wont be the only one.” Al added, seizing the floo powder with a smirk of his own.
Pairing: Albus Severus/Lucius
Rating: N-17
Authors Note Part one of my attempting to make up for going AWOL *begs prettily* forgive? (part two is already done and will be up as soon as I've gone over all of your wonderful fics that I've missed! *is ravenous for potterotica*)
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“I’m picking you up. Right now.”
Albus Severus Potter rolled his eyes and glanced over his shoulder to make sure once again that he was indeed alone. One of the conditions of Al’s visiting Malfoy Manor (one of the many) was that he floo call his father every day. As far as conditions went, it was easy to follow. Another condition however…
“I am not having you living under the same roof as Lucius Malfoy! Honestly, Al, you know that, and so does Scorpius for that matter!”
“I didn’t know he was going to be here!” Albus protested hotly, folding his arms over his chest. “And neither did Scorpius! It’s fine Dad, he’s fine, really-”
“Lucius Malfoy is a Death Eater!” Harry spat, the fire about him flaring in his temper.
“So was Draco Malfoy.” Albus reminded his father coolly.
Harry glared. “Draco may have taken the mark, but I understand his reasons. He had no choice. Lucius-”
“Took the mark when he was sixteen and has payed for it ever since.” Albus hissed. “He made no more the mistakes than my namesake.”
“Your namesake was one of the bravest men I have ever known.” Harry snarled. “He fought for our lives at amazing personal risk and died for our side. Lucius Malfoy is a Death Eater!”
“Lucius Malfoy did things for your side too, you know, just in case you weren’t at his trial.” Albus reminded his father coldly. “You remember, when they found memories in Snape’s vault that proved he was feeding information to the Order-”
“You’re coming home.” Harry spat, green eyes flaring in the firelight.
Albus glared, outraged. “Lucius Malfoy is harmless, Dad, and I’m not coming back early so I can keep listening to you and Mum tearing each others hair out!”
Harry looked stricken at that last part, and opened his mouth to argue but Al wouldn’t let him. “I’m sick of you being so bloody prejudice because of what you think you knew. You don’t know Scorpius or Draco or even Lucius sodding Malfoy so why don’t you either make an effort or just bloody well shut up about them? Because I’m not hearing another word against the Malfoys, you hear? And just in case you missed it, I’m staying put. See you in three days.”
And with that, Al closed the floo.
“Well well.” Al jumped as a low, amused voice sounded from the corner behind him. “That was… enlightening.”
Al swivelled around, mouth open in shock as his gaze fell on the tall, impressive figure of Lucius Malfoy.
Lucius seemed unperturbed by Al’s stupidly surprised expression as he crossed from the doorway to come into the centre of Scorpius’ bedroom.
“Draco and Scorpius seem to feel you and your father would be having a somewhat longer heart-to-heart. They are in Diagon Alley.”
Al fought to regain his ability to speak. “How long will they be gone?”
“An hour at least.” Lucius said softly. Al suppressed a shudder. The way Lucius had spoken, it sounded almost like a… promise.
“Oh. Well then. My Dad and I are, er, done.” Al said, gesturing half-heartedly at the fire, wondering how much of their conversation Lucius had heard.
“Indeed.” Lucius took several further steps forward, the crisp sound of new shoes clacking against the marble floor echoing from beneath his emerald robes. “I’m ‘harmless’, I hear?”
Al flushed. “I just meant… he seems to think you want to kill me.” Al tried to explain lightly, as though the very idea of Lucius being in any way a threat was ludicrous, but truth be told, being alone in the warded house with the man was more than a little unsettling.
Lucius chuckled. “I wasn’t considering it.”
Al smiled.
Lucius held the boy’s green gaze for a moment before gesturing towards the elegant couch at the foot of Scorpius’ bed. At night, the boys sneakily transfigured it into a camp-bed, despite Albus been allocated to the ‘guest room’, a suite which would make most five star hotels weep with shame.
Lucius lowered himself and crossed his legs under his robe, tapping the other side of the couch lightly with his cane, an invitation for Albus to sit.
“If your father is uncomfortable with my presence…” Lucius began carefully “I can find myself… ‘called away on business’ for the remainder of your stay. Draco and Scorpius need not know of my motives, I can visit my son at any-”
“No!” Al interrupted loudly, earning himself a raised eyebrow. “I mean, thank you, but it’s okay, you shouldn’t have to… no, you haven’t seen Scorp in months-”
“Scorp?” Lucius repeated shortly, raising his alabaster eyebrow once more.
Al grinned. “Well, it’s just ‘Scoripus’ is sort of long. Not that I can talk, of course. ‘Albus Severus’ is quite the mouthful.”
“I’ll bet.” Lucius murmured quietly, vocal chords snagging slightly as his voice threatened to dip into a growl.
Just as Al’s skin started to itch from the silence, Lucius’ voice ascended into a curt businesslike quality once more. “Would you prefer to leave early? I am sure you have time to gather your things before Draco and Scorpius return.”
“No way.” Al muttered.
Lucius noticed the way the boy clenched his hands at the notion of returning home.
“I do not mean to pry, but I, ah, heard you mention some… domestic upset?”
“Is that what you call it when two people who are supposed to be married want to stab each other in the neck with steak knives?” Al huffed, then suddenly went rigid as he remembered to whom he was speaking.
Lucius laughed softly. “Indeed. May I ask-”
“They don’t love each other.” Al said wearily. Tired of examining the situation from every other possible alternative, Albus now accepted the truth of his parents constant arguing for what it simply was.
“Why do you think that is so?”
Al struggled to think of what to say. “They just - don’t. I don’t think Mum wanted the kind of guy Dad really is, and I don’t think he wanted her either. I think he wanted his mother.”
Lucius’ carefully carved marble expression lit up in alarm for a moment before Al realised what he had implied. “No, no, not like that!” He allowed Lucius a low exhaled ‘Merlin’ before continuing.
Eventually, Al lost himself in talking about his family, everything he’d been too ashamed to say to Lily and James and even Scorp. About how his father was too fixated on the past to move forwards, how his mother was too determined to have her adolescent crush rather than her husband. About how they were all struggling to be the perfect family that the Daily Prophet kept praising and how he wished that they would just divorce and get it over with.
“…and I don’t want to make it worse, but I know I will when they find out I’m gay…” Albus stopped as he realised what he had said, who he had said it in front of.
“You’re gay.” Lucius repeated calmly.
“Uh, yeah.” Albus shuffled awkwardly. “But I’m not with Scorp or anything! He’s, um, straight I think.” Albus blushed as he covered for his so very not-straight friend.
Lucius snorted. “He wears a kilt. And eyeliner, if I saw correctly. But, no, I do not believe the two of you are together. The fact that you go to the trouble of transfiguring this-” Lucius tapped the couch with his cane again “-into a bed every evening stands as testimony to your platonic relationship I believe. Astoria will be disappointed, she only ever speaks highly of you. Should I ask what about my grandson you find so repellent?”
“Nothing! He’s… fine…” Al suddenly felt very awkward and wished wished wished he would stop blushing.
“Hmm.” Was all Lucius said, before adjusting himself in a regal fashion. It didn’t escape Al’s notice that Lucius’ movements edged him ever so slightly closer towards Al’s side of the sofa. Was it deliberate? Al’s heart jolted at the implications, particularly so close following his little revelation.
“I mean…” Al tentatively shuffled in his seat, wiggling closer to the centre of the couch himself. “It’s not that I think he’s not appealing. Scorpius is very attractive. I think it must run in the family.” What on Earth are you doing? his brain screeched at him, but Al ignored it.
“Do you now?” Lucius all but purred and Al was almost shocked at the older mans deliberate shift towards him, robed thigh now in direct contact with Al’s, snake-shaped cane running up the side of his calf.
“Yeah…” Al breathed, lower belly and genitals starting to tingle with the initial pinpricks of arousal. “Scorp and I have always said, out of the two of us he’s the looker.” Al let out a laugh that quickly morphed into a gasp as Lucius’ cane shot up to his chin and tilted it up, forcing Al to look directly at Lucius’ silver eyes.
“I don’t know about that, boy.” Lucius said thoughtfully, gazing into quivering green orbs, paralysed by Lucius’ stare like a rabbit caught in headlights. “I’d daresay Scorpius has a little competition.”
Al swallowed. “I don’t know about that.” He said weakly, at a loss for any kind of witty retort.
“Hmm. We shall see.” Lucius murmured. He ran his cane along Al’s face, through his hair, down the back of his neck, the curve of the snake hooking gently around Al’s nape.
Oh gods, Al squirmed as his trousers suddenly felt too tight for comfort; Lucius was so close, all he had to do was tug his cane, pull Al’s head forwards and they’d be…
And just as Al thought it, Lucius jerked his wrist and Al, following obediently, fell onto Lucius Malfoy’s mouth.
“Mmm…” Lucius hummed appreciatively against the untasted lips. The boy sucked a gasp through his nose, robotically tilting his head a little too far, but a gentle cup from Lucius’ gloved palm bought their faces in perfect alignment.
Lucius soothed trembling lips with gentle licks, moving his jaw gently to coax Albus inside. The Potter boy was clearly in awe of the whole situation, but none the less willing, Lucius knew. He could taste the heat in the boy’s mouth, feel the need through the desperate, inexperienced probing of his tongue, small and slick and tasting of wickedly sweet innocence.
Lucius, on the other hand, tasted like white wine, sophisticated and expensive. Al longed to clasp his palm to the back of Lucius’ head and pull him closer, increase the taste and sensation but found himself ridiculously conscious of Lucius’ neatly combed pony-tail.
Lucius was clearly having less issue with manhandling Al. One arm cradled Al’s slim waist, hand snaking its way under his shirt to run along Al’s warm back. The other hand wandered over Al’s jaw and neck, occasionally reaching up to seize brown locks that hinted red when they caught the light.
To become an expert at kissing, Al thought dazedly, one really only needed seven minutes. From his initial sloppy slidings of tongue-on-tongue, back twisted awkwardly as he tried to maintain posture while leaning forwards, Al now had an easy rhythm with his older, more experienced partner. His body had somehow arranged itself so as to mold against as much of Lucius as possible. Yet it wasn’t enough, and Al squirmed into Lucius’ touch to try and press against more of his robed body.
Without warning, the arm curved around Al’s spine gave a strong pull. Squealing, Al suddenly found himself being hastily arranged over Lucius’ lap, strong hands pulling his legs apart so that Al could nestle quite comfortably with one knee on either side of Lucius’ body.
Lucius himself was looking rather red in the face as he parted his robes hastily, revealing the expensive shirt and trousers underneath. Al didn’t have time to ask before strong hands were tugging him down, hard, over a very prominent lump.
“Oh…” Al breathed as he felt the warmth of Lucius’ confined erection. His own ached in sympathy as Al shuffled in Lucius’ lap, setting the clothed cock in place. Lucius moaned deeply as Al ground his hips, hand shooting up to pull Al forwards until he felt the boy’s arousal against his stomach.
Lucius leant up to capture Al’s mouth again, and Al bent down greedily, rocking harder in an effort to bring them both to completion. He’d hoped they could be naked for this, but knew that if Draco and Scorpius were to come home early and find them both undressed…
When Lucius hips started moving of their own accord, it took all of Al’s concentration not to give in to the instict to start bouncing enthusiastically. Gritting his teeth, Al opted instead to inflict more steady grinding on the man pinned beneath him, rubbing his own erection against Lucius as best he could.
A muscle in Lucius’ jaw started twitching furiously. Lucius snaked his hands up, under Al’s arms, pulling him forwards, flush against Lucius. Strong arms held the young, untouched body in place as Lucius rutted himself to orgasm.
The feel of Lucius trembling underneath him made Al cry out in need and envy, muffled by Lucius’ chest, to which Al was still securely fastened. The shirt was soaked with sweat, a hard nipple grazing Al’s heated cheek. Salty musk assailed Al’s nostrils and the hot, heady scent of Lucius’ flesh was too much sensory stimulation. Al’s climax overtook him, ripping it’s way through his body as he pulled back, gasping for air and thrusting wildly against Lucius’ body.
Lucius moaned with appreciative satisfaction as he watched the boy, frantically pumping his slender hips. Lucius cupped the firm arse just as the small body shuddered and clenched at the collar of Lucius’ parted robe.
With a final noise that sounded akin to a sob, Al collapsed against Lucius.
Al barely had a moment to recover before a blaze from the floo alerted them both, and they sprang apart right before Scorpius’ head came into view.
“Hello Grandfather, hey Al.” Scorpius smiled, not looking particularly phased at either of their situated positions, straining from each other at opposite ends of the couch. “We’re about to come home, just wondering if you wanted something before we came back?”
Al shook his head as he desperately tried to catch his breath, and resisted checking both himself and Lucius for white stains. Lucius, cool as you please, replied with a crisp “Tell Draco to pick up some wines. He will know which ones I mean.”
Scorpius nodded, and the fire blazed again with his departure.
Al whistled with relief. “I thought…” he chuckled, gesturing at Lucius splayed robe.
“My Grandson’s powers of observation are not renowned.” Lucius remarked dryly, reaching for his cane and withdrawing from it an elegant black wand.
“A cleaning spell or two might be in order.” Lucius explained in answer to Al’s wary expression, aiming it at the front of Al’s trousers and then his own before doing his robes up.
Al suddenly felt very awkward now that the post-orgasmic haze had worn down. “So… I’d better-”
Lucius interrupted, sweeping from the couch with impressive grace. “You will remain here and floo in to your father before dinner.”
“My father?” Al whispered. “You want me to go home?”
Lucius nodded. “I would suggest having him send your school things himself, but if I recall, he never was the most competent nor the most organized of men. I suggest you pack your school belongings yourself, and anything else you might need for the remainder of the holidays. Do be back before dinner, wont you?”
“The rest of the holidays?” Al breathed, heart picking up its pace.
“I am sure Scorpius will be delighted.” Lucius smirked, turning to leave.
“I’m sure he wont be the only one.” Al added, seizing the floo powder with a smirk of his own.