Pigtales
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Lucius
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Adult +
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4,243
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3
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Pigtales
A/N: Don’t blame me! Not my bunny this time! Blame VL. *snicker*
beta’d by knightmare in superduper quick time. Thank you, love!
Disclaimer: They’re not mine…lord how I wish they were, tho. Everyone and everything, including the Malfoy Code of Conduct (TM) and the Malfoy Eyebrow (TM), belong to J K Rowling and crew.
Harry curled into Lucius’ arms, taking advantage of his lover’s post-coital haze to snuggle. Lucius was not, by nature, a man given to displays of emotion, something that Harry had had to adjust to, as he had always been a ‘touchy feely’ person. But after five years together, Harry knew just when to sneak his touches in. Lucius had grudgingly offered to snuggle on several occasions, but Harry knew how uncomfortable prolonged touching made Lucius, and only accepted if he felt particularly in need of a snuggle.
Sighing with contentment, Lucius pulled gently away from Harry and rolled out of the bed, pulling the covers off his young lover as he did so. “Time to get up, love. We have things to do today, and lolling in bed all morning isn’t one of them.”
With a groan, Harry pulled his pillow over his face and mumbled, “I don’t see anything wrong with lolling in bed. You’d think saving the world would afford me that one bit of laziness, but nooooo. I still have to get up at the crack of dawn.”
Lucius pulled the pillow away, one golden brow arched in a smug sort of disbelief. “The crack of dawn, Harry? It is ten thirty; you’ve been in bed half the morning. It’s time to get your pert little arse out of bed if you expect to accomplish anything today.”
Harry grinned wryly at his lover and with lightning quickness grabbed Lucius and pulled him back onto the bed, rolling over until he was firmly nestled between two muscular thighs. “I really shouldn’t have to remind you how much I’ve already accomplished this morning, should I, Lucius?” he asked, his voice dropping to a sultry register as he lowered his head to flick his tongue against the nub of a nipple.
Lucius rolled them back over and narrowed his eyes. “Don’t try to tempt me again this morning, Harry. We are not all as young as we once were. Now, get your lazy arse out of bed.”
Lucius slid smoothly from the bed one more time and moved to the large bathroom, the sound of the shower quickly drowning out Harry’s beleaguered complaints.
~*~
After Harry took his own shower, he returned to their room to watch Lucius cast drying charms on his long, pale hair. Dropping his towel, Harry walked across to where Lucius sat and leaned across his shoulder to grab a silver-handled brush. Looking at Lucius for permission, he smiled softly as his lover nodded and closed his eyes. He loved Harry brushing his hair almost as much as Harry loved to brush it.
Starting at the bottom, Harry gently worked the tangles free before allowing the brush to glide smoothly from the crown of Lucius’ head to the middle of his back, stroking slowly and firmly. The look on Lucius’ face was enough to reenergize Harry’s cock. It was pure, carnal enjoyment. For several minutes, he continued, becoming more and more turned on at the sexy faces Lucius was unconsciously making.
When Lucius gave a rumbling moan of contentment, Harry nearly lost his grip on the brush. Forcing his gaze away from the mirror through which he was watching Lucius, Harry started thinking of anything he could to keep him from rubbing himself shamelessly against Lucius and begging him to make love to him.
Lucius was rather set in his ways. Once you got out of bed, you stayed out and went on with your day’s activities. It was a hard and fast rule from the Malfoy Code of Conduct (TM). Being lazy and doing nothing all day was in direct violation of Rule #8: “Malfoys are to be constantly productive and never squander an opportunity to further the Malfoy name or fortune.”
Ah, yes, this was good. Thinking about the Malfoy Code of Conduct (TM) was the best way Harry knew how to instantly deflate an erection. He started reciting them in his head, going through all thirty-six rules and sub-parts to the rules, not really focusing on what he was doing.
Without thinking about it, he allowed the brush to part Lucius’ hair down the middle while his other hand gathered up the fine, silky strands above the shell of Lucius’ ear. Twisting the hand holding Lucius’ hair, he dragged the brush through the fall of hair spilling out of his hand.
The clearing of a throat brought him back to himself and he looked in the mirror to see the Malfoy Eyebrow (TM) raised at him. A bit confused, he returned his concentration to what he was doing and only then noticed that he had been making pigtails in Lucius’ hair.
Eyes widening in horrified shock, he wondered a bit hysterically to himself exactly how much longer he had to live. Unlike Voldemort, Lucius was a completely sane mean, powerful bastard. One of the most ruthless individuals to ever walk the earth, and Harry was making pigtails in his hair.
“Uh,” gulp, “eeep.”
“Would you care to explain, love, exactly why it is you feel the need to make me look like a woman?” Lucius asked softly, menace underlying his tone.
“I, um…sorry?” Harry offered. And then the foolish Gryffindor that lived in him reared its ugly head and the words, “But you looked very pretty like that,” seemed to trip off his tongue of their own volition.
Growling, Lucius stood and grabbed Harry, lifting him bodily and slamming him into the wall. “Pretty?” he bit out, attacking Harry’s neck with his sharp teeth. “I’ll show you pretty, Potter.”
Harry wrapped his legs around Lucius’ waist, pleasantly surprised at the punishment Lucius had chosen. Ravishment?! “Mmmm.” Harry made a mental note to purchase a pretty pink bow next time he went to London.
beta’d by knightmare in superduper quick time. Thank you, love!
Disclaimer: They’re not mine…lord how I wish they were, tho. Everyone and everything, including the Malfoy Code of Conduct (TM) and the Malfoy Eyebrow (TM), belong to J K Rowling and crew.
Harry curled into Lucius’ arms, taking advantage of his lover’s post-coital haze to snuggle. Lucius was not, by nature, a man given to displays of emotion, something that Harry had had to adjust to, as he had always been a ‘touchy feely’ person. But after five years together, Harry knew just when to sneak his touches in. Lucius had grudgingly offered to snuggle on several occasions, but Harry knew how uncomfortable prolonged touching made Lucius, and only accepted if he felt particularly in need of a snuggle.
Sighing with contentment, Lucius pulled gently away from Harry and rolled out of the bed, pulling the covers off his young lover as he did so. “Time to get up, love. We have things to do today, and lolling in bed all morning isn’t one of them.”
With a groan, Harry pulled his pillow over his face and mumbled, “I don’t see anything wrong with lolling in bed. You’d think saving the world would afford me that one bit of laziness, but nooooo. I still have to get up at the crack of dawn.”
Lucius pulled the pillow away, one golden brow arched in a smug sort of disbelief. “The crack of dawn, Harry? It is ten thirty; you’ve been in bed half the morning. It’s time to get your pert little arse out of bed if you expect to accomplish anything today.”
Harry grinned wryly at his lover and with lightning quickness grabbed Lucius and pulled him back onto the bed, rolling over until he was firmly nestled between two muscular thighs. “I really shouldn’t have to remind you how much I’ve already accomplished this morning, should I, Lucius?” he asked, his voice dropping to a sultry register as he lowered his head to flick his tongue against the nub of a nipple.
Lucius rolled them back over and narrowed his eyes. “Don’t try to tempt me again this morning, Harry. We are not all as young as we once were. Now, get your lazy arse out of bed.”
Lucius slid smoothly from the bed one more time and moved to the large bathroom, the sound of the shower quickly drowning out Harry’s beleaguered complaints.
~*~
After Harry took his own shower, he returned to their room to watch Lucius cast drying charms on his long, pale hair. Dropping his towel, Harry walked across to where Lucius sat and leaned across his shoulder to grab a silver-handled brush. Looking at Lucius for permission, he smiled softly as his lover nodded and closed his eyes. He loved Harry brushing his hair almost as much as Harry loved to brush it.
Starting at the bottom, Harry gently worked the tangles free before allowing the brush to glide smoothly from the crown of Lucius’ head to the middle of his back, stroking slowly and firmly. The look on Lucius’ face was enough to reenergize Harry’s cock. It was pure, carnal enjoyment. For several minutes, he continued, becoming more and more turned on at the sexy faces Lucius was unconsciously making.
When Lucius gave a rumbling moan of contentment, Harry nearly lost his grip on the brush. Forcing his gaze away from the mirror through which he was watching Lucius, Harry started thinking of anything he could to keep him from rubbing himself shamelessly against Lucius and begging him to make love to him.
Lucius was rather set in his ways. Once you got out of bed, you stayed out and went on with your day’s activities. It was a hard and fast rule from the Malfoy Code of Conduct (TM). Being lazy and doing nothing all day was in direct violation of Rule #8: “Malfoys are to be constantly productive and never squander an opportunity to further the Malfoy name or fortune.”
Ah, yes, this was good. Thinking about the Malfoy Code of Conduct (TM) was the best way Harry knew how to instantly deflate an erection. He started reciting them in his head, going through all thirty-six rules and sub-parts to the rules, not really focusing on what he was doing.
Without thinking about it, he allowed the brush to part Lucius’ hair down the middle while his other hand gathered up the fine, silky strands above the shell of Lucius’ ear. Twisting the hand holding Lucius’ hair, he dragged the brush through the fall of hair spilling out of his hand.
The clearing of a throat brought him back to himself and he looked in the mirror to see the Malfoy Eyebrow (TM) raised at him. A bit confused, he returned his concentration to what he was doing and only then noticed that he had been making pigtails in Lucius’ hair.
Eyes widening in horrified shock, he wondered a bit hysterically to himself exactly how much longer he had to live. Unlike Voldemort, Lucius was a completely sane mean, powerful bastard. One of the most ruthless individuals to ever walk the earth, and Harry was making pigtails in his hair.
“Uh,” gulp, “eeep.”
“Would you care to explain, love, exactly why it is you feel the need to make me look like a woman?” Lucius asked softly, menace underlying his tone.
“I, um…sorry?” Harry offered. And then the foolish Gryffindor that lived in him reared its ugly head and the words, “But you looked very pretty like that,” seemed to trip off his tongue of their own volition.
Growling, Lucius stood and grabbed Harry, lifting him bodily and slamming him into the wall. “Pretty?” he bit out, attacking Harry’s neck with his sharp teeth. “I’ll show you pretty, Potter.”
Harry wrapped his legs around Lucius’ waist, pleasantly surprised at the punishment Lucius had chosen. Ravishment?! “Mmmm.” Harry made a mental note to purchase a pretty pink bow next time he went to London.