Addendum

A/N: This was a bunny born from an IM chat. Ali requested a Harry/Lucius PWP. Here you go, babe!

Beta’d by the incomparable knightmare.


“Lucius?” Harry called out from the foyer. He’d just received Lucius’ owl, demanding his presence at Malfoy Manor, and hurried as fast as he could to finish his report for the Ministry.

“Hello, love,” Lucius replied, coming through a door to Harry’s right. He grabbed Harry by the hand, and proceeded to pull him along the hallway.

“What’s the emergency?” Harry asked.

“You’ll see,” Lucius said, stopping at a set of wooden doors. Opening them, he propelled Harry forward. “My study,” he said, by way of explanation.

“Ah. I’ve never been here,” Harry replied, looking around. It was a richly appointed room, very masculine in décor. Dark wood bookcases lined the walls, tall floor to ceiling windows, a set of French doors opening to a side patio, and, commanding center stage, a huge mahogany desk. “Very nice,” Harry commented.

“Yes, it’s my favorite room,” Lucius said. “I do most of my work here. I’m afraid that I tend to lose track of time when I’m here, though. So much to do these days.”

“I know,” Harry agreed. “After the war…there’s so much to clean up in the Ministry. Fudge made a mess.”

“I know,” Lucius said, moving to his desk and leaning against the front. “I’ve been tracking the financials, and I’m sure that he was embezzling. But enough of that.” He pulled Harry flush against him, rubbing his back. “Do you remember your list?”

“My list?” Harry said, dropping his head onto Lucius’ shoulder. He loved it when Lucius rubbed his back this way, his long, strong fingers massaging firmly.

“The one you gave me on your birthday? Places in which you wanted to fuck?” Lucius reminded him, nibbling an ear.

“Ohhhh…that list,” Harry moaned.

“I thought that we could add my desk to it,” Lucius replied with a smirk.

“Now?” Harry asked.

“You have something better to do?” Lucius asked in return.

“N-no,” Harry answered, shivering as Lucius licked a stripe along his neck.

“Good.” Lucius locked the door and pulled the curtains shut, dousing the room in muted afternoon light. He pulled Harry’s jumper up, and, sliding his hands under it, maneuvered it over his head. Wrapping his hands around Harry’s shoulders and back, he teased Harry’s lips with his own, running his tongue along Harry’s lower one, and sliding inside when Harry parted them. He mapped his lover’s mouth slowly, rubbing his tongue sensuously against Harry’s, swallowing his moans. Lucius moved down, kissing along Harry’s chin and neck, sucking a bruise into the warm flesh, and continuing downward, stopping to tease a nipple.

“Gods, Lucius,” Harry moaned loudly, holding on for dear life.

Lucius picked Harry up and laid him out over the desk. He unzipped Harry’s trousers and removed them, along with socks and shoes. He ran his hands up and down Harry’s body.

“You are delicious, you know,” Lucius murmured, caressing Harry’s inner thighs and lower torso. Bending over, he kissed and licked over Harry’s chest, pulling up to free his long hair from its restraint. He knew that Harry loved the feel of his hair caressing his body when they made love. Leaning over, he allowed his mane to sweep over Harry’s body, smiling as he heard his lover gasp. He ran his tongue from the base to the tip of Harry’s cock, lapping the pre-come that seeped from the head. “So delicious,” he said, taking the flesh into his mouth.

Harry gasped sharply and wrapped his legs around Lucius’ middle. Lucius’ technique was amazing. As with everything else in his life, he strove to be the very best. And Harry had no complaints about the way Lucius was presently sucking him off, running the tip of his tongue just under the foreskin, long, broad swipes mingled with a firm sucking. Harry bucked into that mouth, eyes closed and mouth open, and thanked Merlin for bringing this man into his life. As Harry neared climax, Lucius pulled off.

“No, why are you stopping? Don’t stop, please,” Harry moaned.

I’m not stopping,” Lucius said softly, whispering a spell. He slid a lubricated finger inside Harry, drawing a stifled groan from his lover. “I’m changing tactics.” He took Harry back into his mouth, making an “mmm” sound, causing Harry to come hard. He swallowed the offering, and shared the taste with his spent lover.

“Gods,” Harry sighed, body shivering between the aftermath of his climax and the slow stretching of his passage. Deeming him ready, Lucius lubricated himself.

“Ready, love?” he asked.

“I was born ready,” Harry said with a smirk.

“Indeed,” Lucius replied, lining himself up and pushing in. The slow burn of entry caused Harry to hiss as he tightened his grip on Lucius’ forearms. It was always worth it, but, no matter how many times they did this, it always hurt a little in the beginning. Lucius was aware of this, and proceeded an inch at a time, pausing to allow Harry’s body to adapt. “Okay, love?” he asked.

“Yeah, ‘mfine,” Harry said, exhaling slowly. “Fuck me, Lucius. “

“As you wish,” Lucius said, smiling. He began to thrust, holding onto Harry’s hips. This position made Harry’s hole seem even tighter, hence Lucius’ affinity for fucking on the desk. As he pounded into his young lover, Lucius mentally planned the next spot on his list: his desk at the Ministry. What he really wanted to do was to fuck Harry on the Head Table at Hogwarts. Maybe he could consult Severus regarding that one.

“Why do you look evil all of a sudden?” Harry panted, commenting on the wicked grin that graced Lucius’ porcelain features.

“I had a mental image of taking you on the staff table in the Great Hall at Hogwarts,” Lucius replied, finally nailing Harry’s prostate.

“Fuck!” Harry groaned. “Oh, fuck, that sounds good.” He reached down to his cock, which was recovering nicely.

“Allow me,” Lucius said, nudging Harry’s hand out of the way. As he stroked Harry’s cock, he leaned forward to kiss him. “Love having you spread out before me like this….watching your face…watching your pleasure…” He increased his strokes, nearing completion. So intent on making Harry come apart, he didn’t hear his Floo activate. Nor did he see the two figures that emerged from it. Consequently, four voices spoke at once.

“Oh, dear,” from Severus Snape, as

“My eyes!! My eyes!!” Draco screamed, as

“Oh fuck, Luc!” Harry moaned, coming in long, ropy spurts, as

“Sweet Merlin!” Lucius groaned, emptying himself inside his lover.

As the two men at the desk came down from their combined bliss, Lucius gathered Harry’s limp form into his arms, kissing him deeply.

“Father, must you fuck Scarhead on every available surface in this house?” Draco moaned, the sight having stirred his own passion.

“Well…yes,” Lucius replied, easing himself from Harry’s body, casting a cleaning charm. “Since it is my house. And my office. And, pray tell, what are you doing here?”

“Ummm…well I just….bloody hell, I don’t remember,” Draco replied, staggering over to the bar and pouring a large shot of brandy.

“We’re here because you asked us to come,” Severus replied, sitting down in a chair near the fireplace.

“I invited you for tea, Severus,” Lucius ground out, adjusting his trousers, and handing Harry his.

“It’s four, Luc. It is tea time,” Severus replied with a smirk.

“Ah. Well, as you can see, we were a bit busy. And I’d like to complete my task…oh, do stop your whinging, Draco. Gods, Severus, can’t you control him?” Lucius said.

“Yeah, Sev, take him out into the hall and snog him or something,” Harry added, straightening his jumper.

“Oh, sod off, Potter,” Draco spat.

Harry replied by flipping Draco the bird.

“Sorry. Not this Malfoy,” Draco drawled, standing to leave.

“True. Been there, shagged that,” Harry said, laughing. “Hey Sev,” Harry added, as the two visitors approached the door, “there’s this spot behind Draco’s left ear…lick it and he’ll be your bitch forever.”

Lucius swatted him on the behind. “That wasn’t very nice, Harry,” Lucius chided, watching Draco’s face color as the door closed.

“Must be the company I’ve been keeping,” Harry replied, pulling Lucius’ head own to his and kissing him deeply. “So,” Harry began, licking his lips, “what’s next? My list, or yours?”

“We’re leaving for the chateau in France next Friday. There’s a snow storm coming,” Lucius replied.

“Mmmm, snow, the fireplace…is there a bear skin rug?” Harry asked, smiling.

“Of course,” Lucius said. “I myself prefer the mink one, but if you’re sure…”

~The End?~