Birthday Present

Harry had only a vague idea where he was but that was not essential for him now. He had a more urgent problem to solve. He had no slightest doubts whom he had just heard speaking and was trying to think as logically and calmly as possible in the current situation.

\'If Lucius Malfoy\'s voice is now talking to the back of my head does it automatically imply that it is his, Lucius Malfoy\'s hand placed on my body? On my naked body.\'

After some consideration he came to a conclusion that there was only one way of checking his present and only guess.

\'Please, somebody tell me I am dreaming\' he thought and rising slightly pushed himself to turn around without sitting up. He instantly found himself pressed hard face to face with Lucius.

(\'Well, I actually thought so but why couldn\'t I be wrong this time?? WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO DO NOW?\')

His question of course was silent but only too obviously written across his face. Lucius smirked.

\'I\'ve been wondering how much longer it will take you to come to your senses. Don\'t frighten me like this any more, I\'ve already started thinking you never will\' he said.

\'You wouldn\'t be so sure that I indeed am awake if you were me. I have to confess I find it difficult to persuade myself I am not dreaming because that means I am lying on what feels like a couch with Lucius Malfoy, presumably in his own house, possibly in his own bedroom and his hand is now resting on my naked ass.\'

\'I certainly took control over the situation in my hands\' - one of them squeezing Harry\'s buttock at the words. \'as you were not in the right state to help me make any arrangements. And neither you wableable to express your preferences on this particular occasion so I had to take risks. If you do not like the couch, which I admit is rather small for the two of us, don\'t worry, there is a much more comfortable place nearby. And as to my hand, I was just hoping that some warmth from my side would help you to adjust here and feel at home.\'

\'And I was hoping in fact that our encounter in the theatre was only a bad dream of mine Mr. Malfoy. Along with all its consequences. Not that I doubt that such a powerful wizard as yourself could make this dream come to life. But maybe there is still a chance of talking you out?\'

\'As far as I would go to make you feel at ease, the only thing I can offer you in this case is to do my best to make your dream a more pleasant one.\'

And before Harry could say another word Lucius\' hand traced his hip and was placed casually on his cock.

\'I hope this will shut you up for a while, Harry, and you will be able to think of my proposal. In silence.\' he continued, moving his hand with a slight pressure.

\'Indeed\' Harry exhaled with a hiss. Not only talking, but breathing itself was probably prohibitted now, because all Harry could do was sucking some air in through gritted teeth as he felt his body respond to the unbidden but welcomed touch.

To say that for Harry this feeling was a revelation would definitely be an understatement. \'Shock\' was a much closer word. A shock, a whirl of emotions and an astonishment at the fact that he had never done this before, now that it came so natural - he himself, naked and dizzy, and a man beside him, with a knowledge and experience to make him feel that way.

Lucius Malfoy\'s gown was cooling down Harry\'s burning skin, while his hand was controlling Harry\'s every breath and every beat of his heart. Hot waves of something unspeakable were spreading to his tiptoes, making him moan, unstoppable, merciless. The centre of everything seemed to be way down his belly, in his groin, everything concentrated now in his dick, that seemed solid and heavy and white-hot.

And then it stopped. All of a sudden, the fire of Lucius Malfoy\'s hand was removed giving way to a viscous feeling isapisappointment. Due to his head still going in circles Harry needed a couple of moments to realise what had happened. He didn\'t know why it had stopped. This just couldn\'t be the end.

Harry opened his eyes to meet the silver sparks of smirk in the stare of Lucius.

\'You do not really expect yourself to be the only one to enjoy it, do you? Watching your face now is alluring I don\'t deny it, but I wouldn\'t say \'no\' to some repayment\' Malfoy\'s smile became encouraging.

Harry gasped for air to say something but no words came out with his breath. He blushed violently but had to answer whatsoever. He had nothing to lose anyway.

\'I... I don\'t know what to do.\' he muttered.

\'Harry, dear, I can tell that!\' Lucius\' laughter was unexpectedly soft and undisturbing. \'But the best thing is...\' he leaned forward to whisper it right into Harry\'s ear. \'that do do not have to do anything. Just... enjoy it with me.\'

And with that he licked Harry in the ear and his warm and wet tongue sent shivers all down Harry\'s spine.

Lucius clapped his hands and both of them vanished out of sight to reappear just a second later on the smooth sheets of Malfoy\'s bed. This time, occasionally or not, Harry found himself on all fours with Lucius on top of him, who was enjoying a strong grip of the boy\'s hips. After this Harry was not surprised to learn that Lucius was not wearing anything any more. Realising what exactly was the hardness he felt against his ass made Harry bend, pressing still tighter to Malfoy\'s naked flesh. Lucius waited for no further invitation. With unrestrained force he thrusted forward and through Harry.

The pain was almost unbearable. Harry certainly did not expect it to be so different this time. He could not at first understand if he was aching more within or out on his skin, where Lucius\' fingers were leaving seemingly bloody marks.

Lucius kept pushing deeper and deeper until Harry was so sore he could no more tell when Malfoy was inside and when outside of him. The boy started pulling unconsciously away but Lucius did not let go.

\'Relax, Harry, it will all pass\' he heard the wizard hiss somewhere from above. Lucius has probably leaned forward for his silver hair was now tickling Harry\'s shoulder.

Harry started trembling as he felt slight kisses on his back cooling his skin, distracting him from the pain, leaving him to want more.

And then as if by pure magic everything changed. Harry\'s heart missed several beats as the wave of pleasure stronger than anything before came over him, erasing his mind blank of every thought. There were more to come after the first one and mixed with the soreness inside and out they made his head swim with desire. He was now moving in accord with Lucius, not able to hold back his moans, faster and faster, until his whole being exploded with thousands of sparks. He could also hear another muffled scream as Lucius came together with him.

Released from a tight grip and feeling completely empty Harry fell forward on the bed. He hid his face in the pillow, hiding a grin together with it, almost purring from satisfaction. He felt Lucius landing gently next to him, putting his arm around Harry again.

\'Thank you Mr. Malfoy, for an incredible experience\' Harry turned around just in time to see Lucius\' eyes widening in the expression of mock surprise.

\'Dear, dear! All one had to do to teach you some manners was to get you properly laid!\'

\'I just don\'t want to be ungrateful, that\'s all.\'

Harry snuggled to Lucius\' chest and closed his eyes. He was too tired and too contented to ponder on the recent events. He would give it a good consideration of course. But later. Or even pretend nothing had happened. But... could he though?

\'Wish you could know how it feels inside Mr. Malfoy\'

\'Call me Lucius.\' was the answer.

( \'You have no idea yourself how it feels inside of you, Harry\') and that was the last thought Lucius had before he dropped off. Otherwise he would have thought it sweet hearing Harry murmur \'Good night then, Lucius\' before falling asleep himself.


***

This particular birthday seemed to become an unusual one for Draco. It was long past afternoon, closer than anything to dinner time and he was lying wide awake in his room. He did not get home too late after all and had managed to have a good sleep.

Having already received congratulations from his mother in the morning he was wondering what could have happened. His parents had always come to wake him up on his birthday together and he could not see any reason for his dad not to turn up unless it was some sort of a surprise plan he had. It was obvious anyway that Narcissa was clueless about it, being so irritated that it even showed.

She came and left and Draco decided not to change the tradition and to wait for his father\'s present in bed. But after a couple more hours it was getting pretty annoying and he was hungry. And as there would be no breakfast in the Manor without dad anyway he felt he had a right to go and fetch him and whatever present he had.

And so he went, arguing with himself along the way how big was the chance that Lucius had forgotten about his \'special day\' at all. Halfway on, he easily reassured himself that his father never forgot anything if he didn\'t have to. So pretty excited about the possible surprise Draco came to a hault in front of his father\'s bedroom.

It was very quiet indeed. The silence made Draco consider if the risk was worth it. It required courage to go uninvited to where Lucius Malfoy was. Even for his own son.

\'We planned to go out in the afternoon to celebrate anyway. And it is time to go already. So.. I think I am allowed to ask for attention. It\'s my birthday after all.\' and thinking like this he pulled the door open.

Lucius was obviously still sleeping.

\'Dad, why don\'t you wake up? it\'s already dinner time and we had plans so we\'ll have to ... \' Draco came closer to the bed. \'Oh, sh-sh-shit!\'

The idea of getting his father\'s attention was not very alluring now. Lucius was lying cuddled up to somebody in a very intimate way.

\'I had no intention of seeing my dad with a guy, both naked\' Draco thought frozen to the floor. That someone in front of him was certainly male judging by his black short hair. \'Not that it\'s a surprise for me whatsoever from what I know about my father\'s habits and mostly male lovers but he had always been too careful to bring any of them to his bedroom.... He does have a good taste it seems\' Draco thought eyeing the second figure.

Anyway waking his father up in a situation like this was qualified by Draco as a highly dangerous idea but he actually had no choice left. For by this time Lucius had turned on his back, sat up and stretched. His movements made his lover stir and turn to his back too. Draco could feel his jaw scraping the floor. Before getting a grip of himself and thinking twice he heard himself yell.

\'POTTER?! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE???\'

He was too shocked to remember how much his father hated stupid questions. Especially if they were personal. But he was kindly reminded of that by the mere look at Lucius\' face. His expression absolutely impassible, Lucius was looking at his son silently, but Draco knew better than to be fooled by the picture. The menace in his father\'s eyes was physically palpable and no games. Paralysed Draco felt it with every inch of his skin and was searchfevefeverishly for ideas. He knew that if he wanted no trouble he had to get out and quick. But before he could come up with something plausible Lucius spoke.

\'I have no doubts you did not intend to shout in here, Draco. Unfortunately I did not hear you. Do you want to repeat it again for me?\' his voice full of the kindest concern.

Still numb but wise enough to cling to the opportunity Draco took a deep breath.

\'No, father. I am sorry to disturb you but I was only wondering if you still wanted to join me today.\' he said trying hard to focus so that his eyes didn\'t flash in Harry\'s direction.

\'Draco, I am sure you will cope wonderfully without me today while I have things to do. I hope I am not disappointing you anyhow?\' and clearly being satisfied with a dumb nod, telling him Draco understood everything correctly, he went on. \'I know you will have a great day. You can spend it anywhere you like. Is that ok with you? Anywhere, outside the Manor.\' he added with a considerable stress on the last phrase, obviously making it his final words.

Another nod and Draco, turned around and came up to the door that was still open.

As he was about to close it behind him, there was an expression of a second thought on Lucius\' face.

\'Draco?\' his son stopped dead, not daring to turn his head to him. \'Happy birthday!\'

Just when Draco, absolutely nonplussed finally left, Lucius turned to find Harry awake and grinning.

\'What?\' he smiled back.

\'Oh, it\'s quite a birthday indeed.\' Harry said grinning even wider, looking slightly confused but definitely not worried.

\'Talking about Draco, Harry, he knows his place here and...\'

\'I was actually talking about myself\' Harry interrupted and seeing Malfoy\'s puzzled stare he explained. \'It\'s my birthday too today.\'

\'Are you hinting that I owe you a birthday present?\' Lucius exclaimed trying hard to look revolted.

\'I already had one from you, Lucius.\'

\'Well... I don\'t say that it has to be the only one from me\' was the response with which Lucius pulled Harry still closer.


THE END

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