Velvet Captivity 041: Tattoo
Title: Tattoo
Fandom: Harry Potter
Author: Elfflame
Person/Pairing: Lucius/Harry
Summary: Lucius traces patterns on Harry’s skin.
Prompt: 041 Shapes
Word Count: 255
Rating: R
Warnings: One naked man doing things to another naked man, k?
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Author's notes: These pieces are all part of a larger story, that I am writing for the Fanfic100 challenge, entitled “Velvet Captivity.” I am doing the pieces in the order of the prompts, not in chronological order, so the timeline jumps about quite a bit, but they’re all pretty readable on their own. When I’ve finished the series, I’ll post a time-line so people can read them in chronological order if they wish. :)
Cross Posted to: fanfic100, hp_fanfic100, minor_parings, satin_pillows, shrineoflucius & my journal
Harry was nearly asleep when he felt it again. Lucius’s finger tracing across his skin. He’d done this before. The patterns he traced there were nothing Harry could quite figure out. Though there were random curlicues on occasion that he had a vague suspicion were actually the shape of snakes being traced there.
He felt a long stroke down his back, then several curving sweeps of a finger to either side of his lower back. He remembered this pattern. It felt almost as though Lucius was painting wings there. Tracing them on his skin. He wondered if that was how Lucius saw him. A fallen angel, captured by the enemy.
There was a hand on his arse for a moment, then Lucius’s tongue followed the path his hands had just forged. Harry could not prevent the soft sigh that this caused.
Lucius slid up his body, causing Harry to moan, and a chuckle sounded in his ear. “I thought you were asleep, Harry. So quiet and still. I can’t help wondering who taught you that.” Then he laughed. “But I’d rather take advantage.” And with Lucius’s cruel, soft mouth was on Harry’s neck, and as he gave in to the pleasure of Lucius’s kisses, he felt himself being opened once more.
Harry gave himself over to Lucius completely. He no longer cared how the man saw him. So long as he could draw pleasure from this, he would. Fallen angel or not, he wanted to be here now. Perhaps enemy could become friend given time?
Fandom: Harry Potter
Author: Elfflame
Person/Pairing: Lucius/Harry
Summary: Lucius traces patterns on Harry’s skin.
Prompt: 041 Shapes
Word Count: 255
Rating: R
Warnings: One naked man doing things to another naked man, k?
My Story Table
Author's notes: These pieces are all part of a larger story, that I am writing for the Fanfic100 challenge, entitled “Velvet Captivity.” I am doing the pieces in the order of the prompts, not in chronological order, so the timeline jumps about quite a bit, but they’re all pretty readable on their own. When I’ve finished the series, I’ll post a time-line so people can read them in chronological order if they wish. :)
Cross Posted to: fanfic100, hp_fanfic100, minor_parings, satin_pillows, shrineoflucius & my journal
Harry was nearly asleep when he felt it again. Lucius’s finger tracing across his skin. He’d done this before. The patterns he traced there were nothing Harry could quite figure out. Though there were random curlicues on occasion that he had a vague suspicion were actually the shape of snakes being traced there.
He felt a long stroke down his back, then several curving sweeps of a finger to either side of his lower back. He remembered this pattern. It felt almost as though Lucius was painting wings there. Tracing them on his skin. He wondered if that was how Lucius saw him. A fallen angel, captured by the enemy.
There was a hand on his arse for a moment, then Lucius’s tongue followed the path his hands had just forged. Harry could not prevent the soft sigh that this caused.
Lucius slid up his body, causing Harry to moan, and a chuckle sounded in his ear. “I thought you were asleep, Harry. So quiet and still. I can’t help wondering who taught you that.” Then he laughed. “But I’d rather take advantage.” And with Lucius’s cruel, soft mouth was on Harry’s neck, and as he gave in to the pleasure of Lucius’s kisses, he felt himself being opened once more.
Harry gave himself over to Lucius completely. He no longer cared how the man saw him. So long as he could draw pleasure from this, he would. Fallen angel or not, he wanted to be here now. Perhaps enemy could become friend given time?