Divorce, disaster and denial

Here it is, what you’ve all been waiting for. The wedding night of Harry and Lucius.

Harry and Lucius finally getting down to some serious shagging. Wait, isn’t that a contradiction? ‘serious shagging’. Oh well.

Now we’re still in Godric’s Hollow.

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Harry was being led around the dance floor of the hall they were having the reception in by Lucius. He had his arms around Lucius’ neck and shoulders and was resting his head in the crook of Lucius’ neck.

“I love you,” Harry whispered and Lucius stopped dead, making Harry balance precariously on the spot and grip Lucius tighter.

“Did you just say what I thought you said?” Lucius said, looking into Harry’s eyes.

“Yes, I did. And I do. I love you Lucius.”

Lucius felt his Veela side finally stop screaming inside him. His mate loved him, in the way he loved him. At last.

Lucius leaned in and kissed Harry, slowly and possessively, showing Harry just how he felt about him.

They broke apart and Lucius gathered the smaller man in his arms. “Time we were off I think,” Lucius whispered before Apparating them away.

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They landed in the main bedroom of the Malfoy apartment in New York. It was small and minimalist. Draco had been given free reign in decorating it and the décor reflected this accordingly. The walls were different shades of green throughout the apartment, offset with different silver items. The furniture was all a dark wood and leather, and the bathroom was done in black marble. It was elegant and modern. And very much invisible to Harry right at that particular moment.

He couldn’t give a flying fuck what the place was, or where they were. As long as there was a bed somewhere nearby.

Harry pulled Lucius into a kiss and Lucius responded immediately. Who knew his mate could be so passionate outside the battlefield?

Harry moved his kiss to Lucius’ neck as Lucius gently walked them to the bed. The room was already an orange glow, the rising New York sun giving the room a warm welcoming atmosphere.

“Lucius, please, I need you,” Harry moaned as Lucius began to pull of his clothes.

Lucius smiled and captured Harry lips again, slowly divesting him of his clothes. He caressed every piece of skin as it was uncovered to him, and thought each more enticing than the last.

Harry had no idea how he went from his wedding reception to being naked and pushed onto a bed, only to watch Lucius strip for him. But he would be a thrice damned fool if he cared at that particular moment. Harry’s entire train of thought shrivelled up and died when he beheld his husband in all his glory.

Lucius was pale beyond anything Harry had ever seen. Harry suddenly realised that he had paid very little attention to what Lucius looked like naked before now. Lucius joined him on the bed and Harry pinned him to the bed. Lucius was confused until he felt Harry’s hands move softly over his skin.

“What are you doing love?” Lucius asked quietly.

“I never really looked before. All those blow jobs and I never looked at you. Not like this. I just want to explore you for a moment,” Harry said gently, suddenly fascinated by the toned muscles on Lucius’ abdomen. He really was a beautiful example of a man.

“Explore away. I’m yours,” Lucius said, kissing Harry before laying back and letting his husband have his way.

Harry explored Lucius with his eyes. Pale skin, seeming to glow in the pale light. Well toned muscles, unmindful of age. Refined features of an aristocrat. Full hair, shining in it’s well cared state. And almost white curls, from which a large, proud erection stood.

Harry’s hands took to their playground, light fingertips over heated flesh. Light caresses over defined muscled, sliding across skin. Gliding smoothly though curls and fisting in locks. Fingertips slowly exploring a hard member.

His mouth followed, tasting the skin, teasing nipples, wrapping around a head. Lucius moaned, threading his fingers through raven tresses. Harry had done this before for Lucius, but this was different. There was something inside him rearing its head, telling him that his very life depended on the two of them doing this, that they were together in every sense of the word.

He sucked at Lucius, feeling the fingers in his hair, hearing the moans and gasps coming from his mate. He sucked deeper, taking Lucius down into his mouth until Lucius was at that point where he was gripping Harry’s hair tightly, and then Harry stopped. He shimmied up the bed and pulled Lucius on top of him.

“Luce, I need you. Please,” Harry whispered.

Lucius smiled and Harry could see a satisfaction in his silver eyes. He kissed Harry long and deep, marking those lips as his.

He knew Harry had never been with a man before. He knew his mate was a virgin of sorts. But he wanted him so fucking badly it was killing him to keep his cool.

He slid his hands across Harry’s skin, feeling the familiar smooth contours of his body. He manoeuvred them so he was laying on top of Harry between his spread legs, their erections brushing against each other.

Harry moaned and thrust experimentally against his lover. ‘Oh god’ thought Harry as a jolt of pleasure shot up his spine, fogging his brain even more, so he couldn’t focus on anything but the frazzled nerve endings in his nether regions.

Lucius Summoned the lube from his trunk at the foot of the bed and dropped his wand on the floor. He opened the tube and squeezed some onto his fingers, before reaching between Harry’s legs and circled the opening. He kissed Harry as he slipped one finger into his lover, feeling him tense and then moan as Lucius moved his finger.

Harry thrust his hip down onto that finger asking for more. He couldn’t even think straight, let alone tell Lucius what he wanted.

‘He wants more. That’s my man,’ Lucius thought to himself, before slipping another finger into Harry and revelled in the instant moan that left Harry’s throat.

He dipped his kisses to Harry’s neck as he added a third finger, and then suckled at his nipples as he added a fourth finger, sliding them in and out, stretching the man beneath him.

He gave a wicked grin before brushing his fingers against Harry’s prostate. Harry screamed and gripped him about the shoulders, spreading his legs even further. Lucius got the message and removed his fingers, earning a whine from his lover.

Lucius chuckled and slicked up his cock. He positioned himself at Harry’s stretched opening and felt instantly bad for what he was about to do. But pain had to be experienced before pleasure.

He kissed Harry and slowly pushed past the ring of muscle. Harry moaned and Lucius continued to enter him until he was buried to the hilt. Harry was trembling beneath him and he had his head buried in the crook of Lucius’ neck.

Lucius placed Harry’s legs around his waist and then leant in to kiss his lovers neck. He carded his fingers through the dark hair and whispered soothing words to his lover.

After a few moments, Harry began to relax and soon moved his hips up experimentally. Lucius took this as his cue. He thrust into Harry slowly, gently, watching and feeling for any sign of discomfort.

Soon, though. Harry began to moan and thrust in time with Lucius. Lucius kept to his slow and gentle pace until he was told to do something else.

Harry was on the brink. There was more to it, he knew it, he could feel it, coursing its way along all the cells in his body. But this wasn’t getting him there.

“More, Luce, please,” he moaned in a breathy whispery voice that sent shivers up and down Lucius’ spine.

He thrust harder into the Chosen One, changing his angle and speed until he knew he’d found it. That spot.

“Oh holy fucking Merlin!! Lucius!!”

Lucius groaned and knew that it was all building, wave upon wave of pleasure, all consuming pleasure coursing through his very soul. He found Harry meeting him thrust for thrust and felt the nails scraping down his back. He loved it, he revelled in it.

He moaned louder than before when he felt Harry’s teeth break the skin on his shoulder, blood seeping out.

And still it went on.

Higher and higher, hotter and wilder and closer to that point, that wonderful moment when you loose all grip on reality and all that matters is this one person, in this one moment.

He knew by the way Harry was gasping and the movements beneath him that they were nearly there, they were so fucking close it was in the very air around them. He reached between them and stroked Harry’s cock, holding himself back from the brink, wanting to be in the same state as his lover when they finally got there.

Harry tensed, he threw back his head in abandon and screamed “LUCIUS!!!!” as he came in an explosion of pleasure all over the two of them. And he felt Lucius coming deep inside him and felt the most amazing feeling of completeness. And the green glow that surrounded them went unnoticed by either of them.

Lucius collapsed on top of Harry and they lay there gasping for air, griping each other as if the continuation of the world depended on it.

Lucius cleaned them with a charm and they just lay there, fleeting caresses and soft kisses.

It took them a full twenty minutes to come down from their high.

And then it took them a mere twelve seconds to go for round two.

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So, what did you think? Review and let me know, I worked hard on this one.

I know this one has taken a few days to post but I think it was worth the wait.