Something Special About Harry

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Thanks to Keikokin for asking me to write this pairing for her in this situation. Thanks to Tivogirl for the wonderful Beta work and putting up with my ramblings!

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Chapter 8


Morning came too soon for the young Gryffindor. Harry laid in the strange bed but felt he had found his “home”. He drew in a long breath, inhaling a scent that made his morning hard-on pulse harder. He knew he and Lucius had done some wild things the night before and came back here to talk and look through a book. The Book. Shite. His full memory of it came back in a rush as he felt the strong arm wrapped around him tighten, pulling him closer. Harry lay there, passive, unsure what he wanted to do next.

Lucius felt the turmoil in his lover, his mate. He knew it deep in his soul that Harry and he belonged together. He was not a Veela but something as wonderful in most cases. Lucius’ empathic abilities were above the normal ranges for an empath, making his connection to Harry that much stronger.

Lucius ran his hand up and down Harry’s arm, holding the young man, trying to comfort him. Harry lie there, thinking and unconsciously rubbing small circles around the blond’s left nipple. Lucius tried to contain himself, not wanting to take advantage of confused feelings this morning, but everything was getting harder. Lucius groaned and pulled Harry over him.

“Harry, I’m trying hard here not to take advantage of you, buts it’s nearly impossible. I feel your emotions and your body calling to me. It would be so easy right now for me to let you settle between my thighs, like this.” Lucius carefully spread and bent his knees. “It would then be so easy to reach down and stroke that glorious hard cock of your like this.” Lucius let his actions follow his words, eliciting a groan from the young man. “Or to kiss each other breathless while stroking you.” Harry lay mesmerized as Lucius brought their lips together in a searing kiss, never missing a stroke on his lover’s cock. He was proven right on breathless when they broke the kiss for deep lungfulls of air. Both men were now grinding into each other, teasing further. Harry leaned in further, lapping at Lucius’ neck between sucking on it, marking him as his and his alone. Lucius growled low in his throat, thrusting his hips up, exposing more of himself for the brunet.

“Harry do you know how I want to whisper the spell to lube us both, to ready us?” Before Lucius could hardly finish the sentence, Harry had muttered something and Lucius felt himself well lubed. “Oh gods, love, do it, stretch me.” Harry’s hand slid down his lover’s body slowly, tormenting him with the wait. The young man’s hands came to Lucius vivid erection, taking his time encircling it with his thumb and forefinger to gently and slowly glide them up and down. Lucius pushed his hips faster, forcing himself into the clasping fingers. Harry let his fingers fall apart and palmed his lover’s member, rubbing him gently. His hand trailed further down to tease and explore the sack. Lucius’ body stiffened as he felt himself getting closer to the edge. “Harry you need to speed up, This is killing me.” Harry let his hand slide lower.

Unsure of what he was doing, Harry stilled his hand. “Lucius, tell me what to do so I don’t hurt you, but talk fast.” The blond felt talking would take too long; instead he took his lover’s hand, curling the fingers to leave only one extended. He moved it to his entrance and slowly pushed it in. Both men groaned. He gently pulled it out and pushed it back in. Harry soon got the idea and took over. Lucius was dazed. “Add another one.” Harry did as he was told, bringing another groan from the blond. Both fingers were moving now, causing the older man to writhe. His movements caused Harry to hit his prostate, sending Lucius into moaning madness. “More, yes, more.” Harry added a third finger and Lucius’ hips began bouncing. Every time Harry would hit the prostate Lucius would inhale and cry out. “Spread you fingers Harry, you have to loosen my hole.” Harry began to pull out while spreading his fingers. This was new to the Malfoy man and caused an immediate reaction. “Oh fuck, yeah Harry. Now, give me your cock, bury it deep.” Lucius began thrusting hard against Harry, impaling himself on the fingers still in him. Harry curled his fingers inside, hitting the sweet spot again. Lucius bucked up from the bed. Harry pulled his fingers out for the last time.

Lucius reached down, grabbed the young weeping cock, placed it against his entrance, and using both hands on the blond’s arse, pulled him into himself. Harry let the momentum carry him forward, filling Lucius until his balls were finally resting against the smooth alabaster globes of Lucius’ arse. Both men stilled all movement, soaking in the complete blissful feelings of their joining. To both it felt like a circle had been completed and sealed, two halves made whole.

They lay like that for a few minutes gently mapping each other with hands and lips. Harry began to pull out slowly only to hear Lucius whisper. He stopped and stared into his lover’s eyes. “Shhh, it’ll be better soon.” Harry began an easy, slow rocking motion. Lucius tried to match the moves only to find his hips held in place. The young man was running on pure instinct now, letting his senses tell him what to do and how. He stopped thrusting into his lover, to slide his hands under the blond’s thighs and lifting them higher while coming to his knees and moving in closer. Harry let Lucius’ thighs rest against him. This new position brought a deeper penetration and more groans from the blond. Harry began moving again. The brunet picked up speed as his senses urged him on. It also helped that Lucius was making mewling sounds in his pleasure. “Faster Harry, harder.” Lucius was near to screaming. Harry did as requested and could tell his own release building. “Lucius, oh fuck. So tight, so good. Almost there.” Harry’s free hand reached between them, grabbing Lucius’ cock, pumping it hard and fast, while continuing to fill his lover. Both men reached their pinnacle together, gifting each other with the warm spray, causing more aftershocks. Lucius felt sated, Harry was feeling euphoric. He had found his mate.

Neither could see past the eyes of the other, so both missed the celestial flames bursting around them as they succumbed to their body’s demands for rest.