FIC :: AFTERGLOW
Title: Afterglow
Author: MyWhiteDecember
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Lucius/Harry (Bottom!Harry)
Warning(s): SLASH!! PWP!! OOC!! CROSSDRESS!! attempted humour
Summary: Draco thinks his dad really needs to get laid. (challenge #12)
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I'd be happy, but as they are not, I'm sad...
A/N: This is a response for a challenge at hdlmfqf:
#12. Draco thinks his dad really needs to get laid.
Enjoy!
AFTERGLOW
One sunny day in May, Draco Malfoy woke up and decided that his father really needs to get laid, and had the brilliant idea to involve one Harry Potter in it. That is why that very same evening, we can find two boys outside a polished oak door.
"Why, exactly does your father want to see me, Draco?", asked the smaller of the two with unruly silky, black locks and brilliant green eyes.
"I don't know, Harry, he just wants to see you," said the haughty looking blond flippantly, waving a long fingered hand dismissively.
"And why exactly am I dressed like this?" asked the brunet, sweeping his own hand over his body. This comprised of a frilly, many layered, green and maroon skirt that came up to mid-thigh, a green corset with frilly white edges, fishnet stockings, black high heels, eyeliner and lip gloss, and absolutely no body hair at all, and of course we can't forget the totally girly appearance all these come with, now can we?
"Just to spice things up," replied the blond vaguely, trying but failing to hide an amused smirk.
Harry narrowed his eyes at the blond and was about to demand a proper answer when Draco grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him around, making him face the polished door, and since talking to a door was just plain insane, and he didn't feel like turning his head to look at his blond (stupid) companion, he just kept quiet.
"Now just go in there, Harry, and everything will work according to pan," said Draco.
"What plan?", asked Harry, forgetting about his idea to not talk to inanimate objects such as doors. Well, damn the door to all hells, anyway, he needed to know what plan involved him dressing up like a bloody girl.
"Oh, don't you worry your pretty little head about it, darling," said Draco as he patted Harry's frilly skirt covered arse and shoved him lightly towards the door of his father's study.
Draco pulled open the door and pushed Harry inside. The brunet stumbled in his high heels, but managed to stay upright and not embarass himself further by displaying his arse clothed only in tiny, green, semi-transparent panties.
Argh! When he gets out of Lucius' study, he was going to owl Hermione and ask for advice on how to prevent rich, devilishly handsome, snobbish blonds from getting what they want with just a simple breathtaking smile. See, it wasn't fair. He didn't have any breath to tell Draco exactly how he felt about dressing up as a girl, and Draco had taken his silence for agreement, because obviously he didn't have a secret fantasy to wear a slutty dress and do things with Lucius on a big, comfy bed. Nope, of course he didn't!
Harry wiped his sweaty hands on his skirt and gulped nervously when the door shut with a soft click. He hesitatingly dragged his gaze from the floor and met Lucius' eyes. Was it his imagination or was the man looking at him hungrily? Maybe he just hadn't had lunch yet.
"Harry. To what do I owe this... pleasure?" asked Lucius, his eyes sweeping Harry's body like a broom sweeping the floor.
Again, was it just his imagination, or was Lucius' voice huskier that usual? And why did he sound like a human-snake... thing when he said pleasure? And exactly why was Lucius' eyes sweeping his form like a broom sweeping the floor?
"Um, Draco said you wanted to see me, Mr. Malfoy?" Harry winced when he heard his voice break and squeak several times.
'What is Draco up to now?' thought Lucius, amused at his son's plan, as he elegantly rose from behind the huge desk and made his way towards Harry, a glass of firewhiskey in hand.
The boy started fidgeting nervously at the way that Malfoy senior was coming towards him; it was sort of predatory. He hoped Lucius wouldn't kill him and eat him because he was hungry, and he almost opened his mouth to offer to call up the house elves for some food and wine.
"Well then, come here boy," whispered Lucius, stopping about a foot away from Harry.
Harry looked down and nervously shuffled forward, coming to a stop in front of the man. The slight boy yelped and jumped a mile in the air when he felt Lucius' long, broad hand work its way under his skirt and squeeze his buttocks. The boy's emerald green gaze snapped up to look at the blond man in surprise.
Lucius smirked down at the brunet and continued to knead the boy's arse. He wrapped the other arm around Harry's small waist, the glass still held in his hand, and bent down. He pressed his lips down onto Harry's pouty mouth in a demanding kiss, slowly snaking his tongue inside and exploring the boy's mouth hungrily.
Harry moaned, too busy lost in Pleasure Land ("Welcome! Welcome to Pleasure Land, ladies and gentlemen! Today, we will look at the finer aspects of being snogged by the rich, aristocratic, drop dead gorgeous man that you have a huge crush on!"), to notice that Lucius has steered them towards his desk and was sweeping parchments and other things off the table with one hand while the other has yet to leave its cozy place over Harry's arse.
Lucius reached under the knickers and parted Harry's cheeks with two long fingers, and ghosted his middle finger over Harry's hole. The boy moaned louder and squirmed, clinging onto Lucius' muscled shoulders. With a wave of Lucius' wand and a whispered spell, both their clothes vanished, leaving them completely naked. Harry started rubbing himself against Lucius' thigh like a bitch in heat and trailed his fingers down the man's lightly furred chest to his nipples. Lucius growled when Harry started playing with his nipples and squeezed the boy's arse tightly, pressing the slight body against his own considerably bigger one.
The blond suddenly pushed the boy away, startling him, and turned Harry around. He pushed down gently on Harry's back, lowering him to bend over the table. Harry whimpered when Lucius whispered a lubricating spell and parted his cheeks wide.
The man ran a gentle finger down Harry's crease before pressing it against Harry's exposed hole. Harry moaned and pushed back when the finger made its way inside him. Lucius purchased a noose and strangled the urge to thrust his finger in and out of Harry's tight arse, forcing himself to keep still. He then hooked the finger and smirked at Harry's resultant cry of pleasure.
Soon there were three fingers working Harry's opening. Harry moaned pitifully at the empty feeling when Lucius pulled his fingers out of him, but then something much bigger was pressing against his loosened hole.
Lucius groaned as he watched his thick cock stretch Harry's hole and disappear into the tight, hot arse inch by inch. Then he was thrusting in and out of Harry's body savagely, pounding against Harry's prostate with each thrust.
Too soon, it seemed, Harry was coming all over the polished table with a scream, and Lucius followed, groaning, when the tight arse clamped around his cock.
They were just lying around in the afterglow, when someone (coughSnapecough), decided that interrupting them was a wonderful idea, but ended up running out of the room and yelling something about having to gouge his eyes out and hipogriffs.
Draco's laughter was clearly heard above the noise that the someone was making, and Lucius smirked as he heard his son's amused "I told you not to go in there!", before the door closed.
~fin