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New Year's Day
Title: New Year\'s Day
Author: Anath de Malfoy
Pairing: Lucius/Walden Macnair
Rating: NC-17
Summary: PWP. Set during the first era of the Dark Lord. Lucius is in no mood for the customary New Year\'s Eve revels, choosing to spend a q nig night in with the man he loves...
Warnings: M/M slash, BDSM, fisting
Disclaimer: All characters and profits belong to J.K. Rowling. You know the drill!
- Lucius\' POV -
Although the glacial chill of winter still freezes the very bones of those outside the walls of Malfoy Manor, inside my private bedchamber enchantments raise the heat beyond that of a day in midsummer. For I love the sweat such sticky humid warmth creates on Walden\'s skin; its liquid sheen, its sultry, dampened grit and slight abrasion as I press my almost smooth flesh against the coarse wet strands of hair on his wide chest.
I draw him ever closer as he lies above me, pressing my pliant body fully down upon the mattress, ravaging my mouth and tongue with brutal kisses that leave the salty, coppery taste of blood upon my lips. He snarls as my searching fingers dig their points into his brawny shoulders, and I thrill at the ripple and swell of muscle as his powerful arms tighten around me, his sharp teeth seeking the soft skin of my throat, gouging at it mercilessly till I moan his name aloud.
My back and thighs still sting from the welts his braided whip burned into them; my insides ache and throb from the bestial frenzy of our previous rutting. Yet I am aroused more than ever at the weight and strength of him on top of me, slowly and teasingly grinding his erection against mine. He growls and nuzzles the pale silk of my hair - its scent of moonlit jasmine, its soft and brightly streaming length seems to drive him almost mad with want. With small shuddering gasps, I part my legs and feel his hips push hard against me, and I can no longer bear this sensual torment, this sensation so exquisite and intense that it verges upon pain.
\"Please - need you inside me. Take me, I need to feeu. Mu. Master, please,\" I beg incoherently, gazing at him with wide, desire-filled eyes, allowing them to mist and glint with tears. I hear his sharp intake of breath, and know that I now have Walden exactly where I want him. He never can resist the erotic hunger in my imploring gaze, and I struggle to repress a smile of satisfaction as he lifts himself off me and kneels between my splayed thighs, forcibly bending my legs and pushing them further back. His eyes glitter with a predatory lust.
\"Is this where you want me, lover? Here?\" Walden rasps, a broad, callused fingertip tracing light and titillating circles around my entrance. An unbidden whimper escapes my lips, and I almost sob, \"Yes, oh yes, please fuck me...\"
His other hand raises swiftly, and I hear it crack against my cheekbone, my skin on fire from the sheer force of the slap. \"I\'ll fuck you when I\'m good and ready, you insolent slut,\" he snarls, and teases my tight puckered opening some more, before abruptly ceasing his caress and sliding a pillow underneath me, raising my hips.
\"Let me see how much you want it, Lucius. Beg for it like the bitch you are, and make it pretty. If you beg me nicely, I might fill you up the way you need,\" Walden hisses. I moan again, unashamed and wanton, shaking my head so that my hair cascades seductively over the dark satin of the counterpane. Stroking my own nipples into rigid peaks, I spread my thighs as wide as they can go to give him a perfect view of my anus, vulnerable and enticingly exposed. My lips part sensuously; I pant and sigh and beg him to take me and use me any way he wants... I repress another sly smile as I watch Walden\'s lustful stare sweep over me. I have him completely in my power now, under a spell I need no wand to cast.
Walden takes a phial of oil from the nightstand and pours some over his fingers; carefully he inserts first one and then another into me. Slowly rubbing against my prostate, making me writhe under his glorious touch. He adds another finger, stretching me gently, while his other hand glides tenderly over my swollen balls and leaking cock. I tense, and then relax as much as possible, anticipating the withdrawal of his fingers and the brutal thrust of his prick within me. But Walden continues to probe and stretch, pushing more of his hand inside my tightness, dilating and opening me until his whole hand fills my channel, curling and thrusting further inward, possessing me utterly.
He has never entered me so completely before; his muscles straining and his sinews taut, he moves first with tenderness and care, a luscious friction against the deepest part of me, where I blaze and melt and ache for him alone. But my hips surge upward, demanding more, and he plunges into me relentlessly, pounding me without mercy, distending my tender entrance wider than any cock ever could. I feel the sheer power of his muscular arm nearly sending me over the edge, and I cry my lover\'s name aloud, entreating him to let me come. I am lost and almost swooning at the agonising pleasure of his unrelenting, driving fist pummelling my inner walls, claiming me forever as his whore, his slave, his love.
Walden taunts me at first, denying me release, ramming further and deeper into my stretched and burning arse. The rapture and the pain is so acute that I drip with scalding sweat, eyes rolling, screaming till my dry throat hurts. Almost imperceptibly, Walden\'s other hand has found my hardness and encircles it, the motion of his fist inside me ceasing, though its mighty broadness stays within my vulnerability, pressed flush against my prostate as he pulls on my seeping cock with harsh, fast movements.
And before I know it I am coming for him, losing myself in the delicious agony he has bestowed on me. Shaking and nearly sobbing, I collapse as he pulls out of me, slowly and with great care. Dimly, on the edge of losing consciousness, I hear him grasp his wand and perform Cleansing Charms on both him and myself. He gathers me into his strong and loving arms, kissing my parched lips fiercely as his beloved, familiar heartbeat reassures me, brings me back to life.
As midnight rings the New Year in with resonant chimes, I bend to take the needing hardness of the man I love into my grateful mouth. I would rather taste the salt and heat of Walden\'s seed than the champagne my wife and her mad sister Bellatrix will be quaffing till they fall in giggling fits at the Minister for Magic\'s New Year Ball. I would rather be held in the powerful embrace of the man I both faithfully serve and own completely, than abandon myself to any orgiastic rites Lord Voldemort may summon the Death Eaters to.
Were it possible, I would place my life forever in these strong and skilful hands that have brought me ecstasy tonight. But when Walden is at last spent and sated, I shall content myself with resting in his arms, till the first light of the rising sun will wake us both on New Year\'s Day.
~ Fin.
Author: Anath de Malfoy
Pairing: Lucius/Walden Macnair
Rating: NC-17
Summary: PWP. Set during the first era of the Dark Lord. Lucius is in no mood for the customary New Year\'s Eve revels, choosing to spend a q nig night in with the man he loves...
Warnings: M/M slash, BDSM, fisting
Disclaimer: All characters and profits belong to J.K. Rowling. You know the drill!
- Lucius\' POV -
Although the glacial chill of winter still freezes the very bones of those outside the walls of Malfoy Manor, inside my private bedchamber enchantments raise the heat beyond that of a day in midsummer. For I love the sweat such sticky humid warmth creates on Walden\'s skin; its liquid sheen, its sultry, dampened grit and slight abrasion as I press my almost smooth flesh against the coarse wet strands of hair on his wide chest.
I draw him ever closer as he lies above me, pressing my pliant body fully down upon the mattress, ravaging my mouth and tongue with brutal kisses that leave the salty, coppery taste of blood upon my lips. He snarls as my searching fingers dig their points into his brawny shoulders, and I thrill at the ripple and swell of muscle as his powerful arms tighten around me, his sharp teeth seeking the soft skin of my throat, gouging at it mercilessly till I moan his name aloud.
My back and thighs still sting from the welts his braided whip burned into them; my insides ache and throb from the bestial frenzy of our previous rutting. Yet I am aroused more than ever at the weight and strength of him on top of me, slowly and teasingly grinding his erection against mine. He growls and nuzzles the pale silk of my hair - its scent of moonlit jasmine, its soft and brightly streaming length seems to drive him almost mad with want. With small shuddering gasps, I part my legs and feel his hips push hard against me, and I can no longer bear this sensual torment, this sensation so exquisite and intense that it verges upon pain.
\"Please - need you inside me. Take me, I need to feeu. Mu. Master, please,\" I beg incoherently, gazing at him with wide, desire-filled eyes, allowing them to mist and glint with tears. I hear his sharp intake of breath, and know that I now have Walden exactly where I want him. He never can resist the erotic hunger in my imploring gaze, and I struggle to repress a smile of satisfaction as he lifts himself off me and kneels between my splayed thighs, forcibly bending my legs and pushing them further back. His eyes glitter with a predatory lust.
\"Is this where you want me, lover? Here?\" Walden rasps, a broad, callused fingertip tracing light and titillating circles around my entrance. An unbidden whimper escapes my lips, and I almost sob, \"Yes, oh yes, please fuck me...\"
His other hand raises swiftly, and I hear it crack against my cheekbone, my skin on fire from the sheer force of the slap. \"I\'ll fuck you when I\'m good and ready, you insolent slut,\" he snarls, and teases my tight puckered opening some more, before abruptly ceasing his caress and sliding a pillow underneath me, raising my hips.
\"Let me see how much you want it, Lucius. Beg for it like the bitch you are, and make it pretty. If you beg me nicely, I might fill you up the way you need,\" Walden hisses. I moan again, unashamed and wanton, shaking my head so that my hair cascades seductively over the dark satin of the counterpane. Stroking my own nipples into rigid peaks, I spread my thighs as wide as they can go to give him a perfect view of my anus, vulnerable and enticingly exposed. My lips part sensuously; I pant and sigh and beg him to take me and use me any way he wants... I repress another sly smile as I watch Walden\'s lustful stare sweep over me. I have him completely in my power now, under a spell I need no wand to cast.
Walden takes a phial of oil from the nightstand and pours some over his fingers; carefully he inserts first one and then another into me. Slowly rubbing against my prostate, making me writhe under his glorious touch. He adds another finger, stretching me gently, while his other hand glides tenderly over my swollen balls and leaking cock. I tense, and then relax as much as possible, anticipating the withdrawal of his fingers and the brutal thrust of his prick within me. But Walden continues to probe and stretch, pushing more of his hand inside my tightness, dilating and opening me until his whole hand fills my channel, curling and thrusting further inward, possessing me utterly.
He has never entered me so completely before; his muscles straining and his sinews taut, he moves first with tenderness and care, a luscious friction against the deepest part of me, where I blaze and melt and ache for him alone. But my hips surge upward, demanding more, and he plunges into me relentlessly, pounding me without mercy, distending my tender entrance wider than any cock ever could. I feel the sheer power of his muscular arm nearly sending me over the edge, and I cry my lover\'s name aloud, entreating him to let me come. I am lost and almost swooning at the agonising pleasure of his unrelenting, driving fist pummelling my inner walls, claiming me forever as his whore, his slave, his love.
Walden taunts me at first, denying me release, ramming further and deeper into my stretched and burning arse. The rapture and the pain is so acute that I drip with scalding sweat, eyes rolling, screaming till my dry throat hurts. Almost imperceptibly, Walden\'s other hand has found my hardness and encircles it, the motion of his fist inside me ceasing, though its mighty broadness stays within my vulnerability, pressed flush against my prostate as he pulls on my seeping cock with harsh, fast movements.
And before I know it I am coming for him, losing myself in the delicious agony he has bestowed on me. Shaking and nearly sobbing, I collapse as he pulls out of me, slowly and with great care. Dimly, on the edge of losing consciousness, I hear him grasp his wand and perform Cleansing Charms on both him and myself. He gathers me into his strong and loving arms, kissing my parched lips fiercely as his beloved, familiar heartbeat reassures me, brings me back to life.
As midnight rings the New Year in with resonant chimes, I bend to take the needing hardness of the man I love into my grateful mouth. I would rather taste the salt and heat of Walden\'s seed than the champagne my wife and her mad sister Bellatrix will be quaffing till they fall in giggling fits at the Minister for Magic\'s New Year Ball. I would rather be held in the powerful embrace of the man I both faithfully serve and own completely, than abandon myself to any orgiastic rites Lord Voldemort may summon the Death Eaters to.
Were it possible, I would place my life forever in these strong and skilful hands that have brought me ecstasy tonight. But when Walden is at last spent and sated, I shall content myself with resting in his arms, till the first light of the rising sun will wake us both on New Year\'s Day.
~ Fin.