Educational Lover

Disclaimer: I own nothing, cept my clothes.

A/N: Thanks to Ali and knightmare for the beta. Any other mistakes are my own.

Dedicated to the Ladies Of The TRA, lovers of smut and THE!VIDEO!! The other one.

Harry tossed his cloak on the back of the low sofa and ushered Lucius in. He never thought that the blond would agree to come to his loft, but, then again, he never thought that Lucius would actually give him what he’d wanted more than anything for his birthday. It had been a good night so far.

He pulled the small bag out of his cloak, emptied the contents near one of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and enlarged his gifts. So many, he thought. It was the best birthday he’d ever had. And it was just getting started.

Lucius wandered around the loft, looking at various things here and there. The stereo system fascinated him, and he went for a closer look.

“Harry, what are these?” he asked, holding up several jewel cases.

“Those are CD’s,” Harry explained. “Each one is a different musical group. They record the music onto these, and you play them in here,” he went on, demonstrating how to load the disc. He adjusted the volume from its usual ‘7’ setting down to a more acceptable level, and the room filled with the sounds of Dirty Vegas.

“Interesting. This is better than that noise my son listens to,” Lucius commented, “although this isn’t what he listens to it on.”

“That’s because the Manor is a magical residence. This is Muggle, but I can do magic here, of course. Actually, I set up Draco’s system for him.”

“Ah, so I have you to thank for that gods-awful racket. Tell me, did you give him that dreadful song that he listens to all the time?”

“Which one?” Harry asked.

“I don’t know what the name of it is, but there’s a bunch of yelling, and I could swear that they say something like “til the sweat runs down my balls.”

Harry collapsed to the floor, laughing hysterically.

“I take it that that means yes,” Lucius drawled, eyebrow cocked.

“Yeah,” Harry gasped, holding his side. “Sorry, it’s just…hearing you say that….” Harry set off again, giggling. “It’s just…you know, you’re pretty cool.”

“Cool?” Lucius smirked. “Do tell.”

“Well, okay, I know you’re Draco’s father, but…you’re not like anyone’s parent that I know. “

“I should hope not,” Lucius said with a shudder. “I’m not that old, Harry.”

“No! I mean, you remind me of Bill Weasley. You’re older, but…it’s as if you could be Draco’s older brother or something. I’m not explaining it right,” Harry groaned. “Okay, when you go to the Ministry, for example, you’re Lord Malfoy, right? And when you’re home, or out having a good time, you’re…Lucius. It’s like you get younger or something. You were dancing and having a good time at the party, and you looked as if you belonged. The other adults were giving the impression of, ‘Oh, let’s get out of here before the clothing starts to fly,’ and you just went with the flow. I never thought you could let go that way.”

“I decided some time ago that I’d spent most of my adult years living up to someone else’s idea of who I should be, instead of being who I was. I used to go to the clubs, have fun. But then, I was expected to ‘be a Malfoy’, as my father put it. I had to marry someone I didn’t want, produce the desired heir, and then spend my life corrupting him as well. When I saw what I was doing to Draco, I couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn’t let him become who I was. And so, when he begged me to switch sides, I did without a look back. I didn’t think about what might happen to me. I just wanted to make sure that there was something left for my son. What kind of world was I leaving to him?” Lucius ended with a sigh.

Harry stood and walked closer. “I’m glad you changed. For Draco’s sake, at least. I didn’t mean to make you drudge up all that stuff.”

“It’s fine. I think I needed to tell someone. I’m so used to keeping everything bottled up that I’d forgotten what it was like to tell someone what I felt, as opposed to what I thought.”

“You can tell me anything,” Harry said softly. “I’ll listen.”

“Sweet boy,” Lucius said, pulling Harry up sharply. Harry wrapped his arms around the blond’s shoulders and looked into his eyes.

“Not anymore. 18, remember?”

“Still a sweet boy. My sweet boy,” Lucius reiterated, running a thumb over Harry’s cheek and across the side of his lips. As Harry stared, transfixed, Lucius kissed him.

No, not kissed him, claimed him, holding Harry tightly and devouring his mouth. Lucius didn’t give Harry a chance to breathe, kissing him over and over, deeper each time. He massaged Harry’s tongue with his own, sucking at it, drawing it into his own mouth. He broke the kiss abruptly, looking down into the brunet’s emerald eyes. Harry stared back, panting. Lucius decided that he liked that look of astonishment, and repeated the kiss. He pulled Harry so close that Harry’s shirt and t-shirt ended up around his shoulder blades. Lucius ended the kiss, then guided Harry over to one of the central columns in the open room. He turned Harry to face it.

Lucius slid his hands under Harry’s t-shirt, and lifted it along with the outer shirt up and off. He ran his hands over Harry’s toned body, drawing lazy circles around his nipples. Harry gasped at the sensation.

“Yessss,” he whispered. “Lucius, please.”

The blond complied by unfastening those maddeningly skin-tight jeans, peeling them slowly down. Harry stepped out of them, kicking them away. Lucius caressed Harry’s sides, kissing the nape of his neck. “Is this what you wanted?” he asked.

“Yes,” Harry murmured. “This…you…fuck me…”

“Oh, yes,” Lucius chuckled, removing his own clothes with a spell. He pressed his aching erection into the cleft of Harry’s ass. “Wrap your hands around the column,” he instructed. Harry did, shaking a bit in anticipation. Lucius whispered another spell and Harry felt a slick finger enter him. He moaned, leaning his head back against the blond’s broad chest. Lucius added another finger, scissoring them, gently stretching the entrance. He didn’t think he’d need to prepare Harry too much; it had only been a few hours since their last encounter. Harry seemed to agree.

“Lucius, just do it, please,” Harry begged. “I want to feel it.”

“Oh, I guarantee, you’ll feel it,” Lucius said, sliding up and into Harry balls deep. “Did you feel that?” he asked.

“Gods,” Harry groaned. “I’ll bet you’re smirking, aren’t you?”

“Always,” Lucius laughed in his ear. He began to thrust up into the brunet, loving the tightness of him, the way Harry’s arse seemed to grip him like a fist. As he moved, he thought that Harry felt…perfect. As if they were made for each other. He angled his stroke to hit Harry’s prostate, loving the way Harry’s body seemed to vibrate around him. He leaned forward to tip Harry’s head towards his, kissing him softly. “So sweet,” he moaned. “Taste so sweet…love the way your arse feels around me….” Lucius tightened his grip around the column, threading his fingers through Harry’s. So caught up in the feeling, Lucius didn’t think to touch Harry’s cock, and Harry was too far gone to notice. Until he came, knees buckling slightly.

“Merlin,” Harry whimpered. “No one’s ever been able to do that to me.”

“I’m sorry, love,” the blond panted, speeding up. “I was…Merlin,” he gasped, as Harry’s passage quivered from the aftershocks. “I’ll make it up…gods,” he cried out, spilling his release into that rippling hole. He wrapped an arm around Harry to steady himself as he rode the wave. Lucius eased himself slowly from the brunet’s body, then turned him around. Casting a cleaning charm on them both, he led Harry over to the low sofa, laying back and pulling Harry on top of him.

“That was brilliant,” Harry whispered, snuggling against Lucius.

“Yes, it was. So,” he began, kissing the former Gryffindor softly, “did you have any other interesting places that you wish to copulate in?”

“Oh, sure. I’ve got a list,” Harry grinned. “I made it up a long time ago. ‘Places In Which I’d Like To Fuck‘, I called it.”

“Tell me.”

“On a bearskin rug in front of a fire while it’s snowing outside. On a beach at sunset, just above the high tide line. In a forest during a rainstorm.”

“I notice that there’s a distinct lack of a place with a bed,” Lucius grinned back.

“Oh, did I forget the bed? Large bed, with black satin sheets.”

“And who did you imagine you’d be doing this with?” Lucius asked warningly.

“You. Always you. I think that the reason I only shagged Draco once was…he wasn’t you.”

“I do hope he upheld the name.”

“You didn’t teach him everything you know,” Harry observed.

“Of course not! Some things must be kept to oneself. Let him learn by practice.”

Harry laughed. He looked up at the blond, kissing his cheek. “Thanks,” he said quietly.

“For what?” Lucius asked, running a finger over Harry’s arm.

“Being here. Being with me.”

“This doesn’t end tonight, Harry,” Lucius replied, turning to his side, and taking Harry with him. “To start with, you can mark off the large bed and black satin sheets. That’s our next stop. You’ll have to wait for the snow, of course, but I think that we can find other things to occupy our time with while we wait.”

“You mean you…want to continue this? Us?” Harry asked, eyes widening.

“If you want. I would very much like to explore this beyond this evening,” Lucius said seriously.

“So would I,” Harry said, beaming. He carded his fingers through Lucius’ heavy mane and kissed him passionately. “I can’t seem to get enough of you.”

“That’s good, because we’re going upstairs,” Lucius grinned, Apparating them both to Harry’s bedroom. Lucius nodded at the appropriate bedding, and tossed Harry onto it. He crawled over the brunet, looking down. “I’m gonna fuck you. I’m gonna fuck you all night.”

And he did.

But that’s another story.

~fin~