A new start?

A/N: this chapter belongs between the first two

For three weeks Lucius buries himself in paperwork at the Ministry. It’s better then thinking about that night. Lucius still isn’t sure what the hell happened but he’s sure that whatever it was a Malfoy shouldn’t want anything to do with it. Potter’s offer is still ghosting through his head. So to avoid temptation Lucius shuffles paper and tries to ignore the fact that he hasn’t touched himself since. Sexual frustration and confusion make Lucius irritable so he has given orders to his secretary not to let anyone in unless it’s a matter of life and death and so far he has been able to remain blissfully visitor free.

Until now that is if the sounds from behind his office door are anything to go by. With a resigned sigh Lucius gets up from behind his desk to go and see what the hell is going on. Before he can make the first step his office door is slammed open revealing the last person Lucius wants to see. Harry Potter smiles what is supposed so be a charming smile but which to Lucius looked decidedly predatory.

“Mr. Malfoy, I apologize for barging in but since it is almost lunch time I was hoping to squeeze in a chat…”

To his secretary, Lucius is sure, the words sound innocent but he can see Potter is thinking about his visit three weeks ago. Lucius’s cock twitches at the sight of that predatory smile.

“Of course Mr. Potter do come in.”

To refuse a request from the Boy Who Lived isn’t done and Potter knows that. Lucius is grateful that his secretary has at least tried to hold the damn Gryffindor off. Potter steps in to the office closing the door and locking it with a spell which Lucius doesn’t recognize. He backs behind his desk cursing himself for retreating yet unable to stand in the face of Potter’s knowing gaze.

“What is it that you wish to discuss?”

He gestures to the chairs before his desk in invitation only to be ignored. Potter instead makes himself comfortable on the corner of Lucius’s desk. The green gaze pins him down.

“I was wondering why you haven’t come to visit…”

Bluntness isn’t something he is used to. Lucius feels his cock start to strain against his pants. Potter is far too relaxed for this conversation.

“Mr. Potter…”

“It’s a simple question Lucius. I though you enjoyed yourself?”

Enjoyed is probably an understatement if Lucius is honest with himself. But submitting to Potter even with all his power is still not something Lucius can bring himself to do.

“Potter it isn’t that simple.”

“Really? I think you’ve forgotten how good you felt on your knees servicing my pet.”

Potter stands crowding Lucius away from the desk. They end up with the younger man standing in the V of Lucius’s spread legs the blond having no idea why he didn’t just get up and step away. The memories of sucking Severus’ cock are probably responsible and the fact that he hasn’t come for weeks.

“You want to let go. All that’s stopping you from getting on your knees and begging to be allowed to cum right now is habit. A habit you don’t need any longer.”

Perceptive as Potter might be he shouldn’t be putting Lucius in the position he finds himself in.

“My reasons for not accepting your invitation are my own. If there is nothing relevant to discuss…”

He hopes his tone is cutting enough for the Gryffindor to get the message and leave. Lucius starts to rise his annoyance overriding the paralysing effect of his arousal. He doesn’t get far Potter’s eyes flash green fire and Lucius finds himself back in his chair with the young man’s boot on his crotch.

“I think the discussion we are having is very relevant. My pet wants you Lucius and since I’m not against having a second submissive I intent on letting him have you.”

The protest dies unspoken when the pressure on his crotch increases. Smirking Potter does on.

“We could have so much fun together Lucius. No decisions, no control all you will have to do in my presence is obey. You have done it before for less. Say yes and you will be taken care off.”

Potter’s seductive tone fogs Lucius’s mind. The urge to belong rears it’s ugly head almost making him forget that there are responsibilities. He is the head of his family, a powerful figure in society…

“No one has to know Lucius. You are worried about your position, you shouldn’t be. It’s public knowledge that Severus is my lover but have you every heard anything about the fact that he prefers kneeling at my feet? By the admission of the Ministry I am the most powerful wizard around at the moment do you really think I would allow you or anyone important to you to come to harm if you were mine?”

“You’re reading my mind.”

“Of course I am. I’ve found I enjoy getting what I want.”

His boot still on Lucius’ crotch Potter bends double taking the blonde’s mouth in a savage kiss. Between the pressure on his aching cock and the tong possessing his mouth Lucius capitulates. He moans arching up in to the dual pressure which is taken away as soon as he moves.

“Not until you say yes.”

Instead of pushing his advantage the young man moves away giving Lucius room to clear his mind a little. He watches as Potter wanders through his office examining the books on the shelves lining most of it. Lucius keeps watching him wondering what is supposed to happen now. The offer of Potter’s protection is tempting, more then tempting with the memories of the war so fresh in everyone’s minds. If no one will know he might be able to accommodate the young man and having Severus close enough to touch is a temptation as well.

“Would a visit this weekend be acceptable?”

The young man turns to him with a satisfied grin.

“It will, for the weekend. For now you are going make up being so difficult to me.”

He shivers at the tone.

“Here?”

“Right here so you have something to remember when you’re busy with your paperwork.”

A protest dies in his mouth when Potter walks over and picks up the cain Lucius had discarded in the umbrella stand that morning. With the cain in hand the young man takes the chair Lucius has abandoned moments before.

“Take off your robes and open your shirt.”

He is amazed that his hands don’t shake as he opens his robes and lets them fall on the floor. Pulling his shirt out of his pants is easier and opening the buttons even less so. He stands in front of his own desk waiting for the next order from a man half his age.

“Open your pants and take yourself out I want to see if you have followed my suggestion from the last time we met.”

Lucius remembers the order clearly. He isn’t even sure why he obeyed it. He is hard and wet sticking out of his pants obscenely for Potter’s pleasure. Lucius barely touches himself as he takes his cock out for the first time in his life unsure how long as he’s going to last.

“Very good. Now get on your knees and come apologize properly.”

The smile accompanying the order is actually gentle. As he gets on his knees Lucius hears similar orders from times long past, even obeying those didn’t end well. One hand in front of the other he rounds the table to finally stop between Potter’s legs.

The young man leans down pushing Lucius’ hair out of his face with the cain. One spell later his hair is tied back, he doesn’t dare look up until the cain pushes his chin up.

“I know you are not opposed to sucking cock. According to Severus you have quite a talent. Proving him right will be enough of in apology I think.”

Potter slides down in the chair making himself more comfortable and opening his pants. Lucius didn’t see the young man’s cock properly the night they “played” before. He doesn’t try to study it now instead he dives right in.

The taste of skin and pre-cum explodes on his tong as he slowly works his way down on the cock. Potter growls above him in pleasure.

“Severus is right you are good. The fact that you’re willing to get on your knees for me right now just proves how much you need this Lucius. Such a talented mouth when it’s full of cock such a shame I didn’t know earlier.”

The cain lands on his shoulder hooking behind his neck. He braces his hands on Potter’s thighs willingly taking the cock in his mouth down his throat. His fingers dig in to Potter’s flesh as he tries to resist the urge to take his own cock in hand. Focusing on Potter’s words only makes it a bit easier.

Talking seems to be a part of sex for Potter. For Lucius its another new experience in a rush of new experiences since the young man entered his office. He wonders what it takes for Potter to stop talking. Hawing wondered this he can’t leave the thought alone. Slowly pulling off the prick in his mouth he starts licking the ball sack hanging right under it. Potter growls above him and the cain on his neck tightens perhaps in warning or in reflex.

“I do like initiative Lucius.”

His hair is grabbed, Lucius suddenly remembers that Potter still has a free hand, and he’s pushed back on to the cock he just abandoned.

“But I’d prefer to see it under circumstances when I have more time. Try to hold still like a good boy.”

Those words are the only warning he gets before Potter’s grip on his hair tightens and the young man starts fucking his mouth. As much as Lucius wants to touch himself there is no change to do so now. He’s sure that he’s going to break or at least sprain something if he doesn’t keep bracing against Potter’s thrusts. His jaw starts to hurt, the pain radiating down his spine to connect with his cock which has already been in agony for a while.

With all the sensations racing through his body, his air being deprived by the cock down his throat, Lucius finds himself floating.
All of a sudden he isn’t in his body any longer but floating over it looking down on himself on his knees servicing the young man who’s sprawled in his chair. Free of all the responsibilities for the moment he looks down on the scene and it strikes him as right.

A moment later he’s back as he’s pushed off Potter’s cock. The young man stands in the cramped space between the chair and the desk pushing Lucius back as far as he can go with the cain. He looks up in to green eyes which have dilated to almost black.
Watching Potter come almost breaks the last of Lucius’ control. Hot come lands on his chest burning in to his skin marking him as Potter’s possession.

Lucius whimpers as the young man regains control smirking down again.

“Such a pretty picture you make. I suppose I should let you come for being a good boy.”

Potter sprawls down in the chair again still holding Lucius in place with the cain. They stay unmoving for a time only Lucius’ harsh breathing disturbing the silence in the room. When he finally feels like he won’t be able to take another moment of the stillness Potter moves the cain.

The cain moves across Lucius’ chest smearing the cum around. He finds himself leaning in to the already warm metal unsure what is expected of him.

“Touch yourself. I want to see you pleasure yourself. And keep looking at me.”

The last order isn’t too hard to obey. He focuses on the green slowly bleeding back in to Potter’s eyes. His hands which he discovers have been clenched on his own thighs all along grab for his cock.

“Don’t rush yourself Lucius.”

As much as he wants to mindlessly thrust in to his hands he finds he can’t. Lucius unclenches one hand from his cock reaches lower to pull his balls. The slight pain doesn’t make it better but only adds to the sensations tearing his body apart. He scratches his nails up his thigh and stomach to his chest. Lucius really doesn’t want to add to the sensations yet he twists his nipples as he slowly starts to thrust in to his hand.
Its difficult to keep near silent and suddenly he realizes that he doesn’t have to keep silent any way. Potter has taken the responsibility away from him so all that Lucius needs to do is obey.
So he does all the while looking up in to emerald green eyes.

“Come.”

One word is all it takes.
He after he can’t remember clearly all the things he said. Lucius is pretty sure he was begging, sobbing and praying. Masturbating has never felt as good before. Potter watching him the whole time only made it better.

The young man gets up towering over him.
Suddenly he has to suppress a blush for the first time in years kneeling on the floor half dresses and smeared with come. Potter smiles kneeling down and, to Lucius’ surprise, brushes a soft kiss across his lips.

“I’m looking forward to your visit next weekend. The wards will stay up for another half hour.”

And with those words he’s alone in his office again.