The Ones That Got Away
Title: The Ones That Got Away
Author: idontgiveafaux
Rating: R, to be safe.
Pairing: Lucius/Harry
Prompt: None
Word Count: 465
Summary: Harry reveals his post-release ritual to Lucius
Warnings: (at your discretion) Sexual themes & Language
Notes: Christmas gift!fic for accioscar x
Harry groaned in ecstasy as Lucius wanked his throbbing cock with a firm fist and an urgent pace, simultaneously fucking his arse with his lubed index and middle fingers.
“Fuck,” Harry moaned. “Oh fuck.” And then his moans turned into erratic pants when Lucius introduced a third finger into the equation and quickened the pace with the hand around his cock.
“Close, Potter?”
“Mmm,” was all Harry could manage to reply with and he shut his eyes to block out the sneer etched on Lucius’ face and concentrated on the feeling of him getting closer and closer, Lucius now wanking him with ferocious speed, his balls slapping against Lucius’ hand adding to the tingling pleasure and when Harry felt his balls tighten, he arched his back and bucked his hips, then roared in release as he came, eyes still closed but feeling ropes of hot cum spray over his chest. Lucius let go as soon as Harry had spurted, leaving him to snake his own shaking hand down to his cock to continue the job and squeezed out the last few drops.
“Oh… god… fuck,” Harry panted incoherently and finally opened his eyes, seeing Malfoy Senior looking down at him with a wicked grin plastered over his face.
“Made quite a mess there, Potter,” he smirked, craning his neck towards his chest to lap up Harry’s spunk with his tongue.
“Wait!” Harry whispered, pushing his head away slightly. At once, a wave of embarrassment washed over him when Lucius made eye contact with him. He’d never came in front of anyone before and so had never revealed his bizarre ritual to anyone, and he knew it was bizarre because he’d told Ron about it one day. Of course, he didn’t tell Ron it’s what he did, no, he threw Colin Creevey’s name into the conversation, sacrificing his reputation instead and the merciless ripping Colin had received throughout school about it warned Harry enough to keep silent.
“NO!” he said more forcefully when he felt Lucius’ hot tongue begin to trail up his chest.
“For goodness sakes, what is it Potter?” Lucius snapped irritably.
“I… just need to say goodbye.” The wave of embarrassment Harry had felt earlier had now been replaced with tidal waves of sheer mortification that threatened to drown him when Lucius looked at him as though he’d grown an extra pair of ears on his face. The silence in the room was deafeningly loud.
“Say goodbye to what exactly? Your cum?”
“My children,” Harry explained, breaking his gaze and looking down at his sticky chest. “At least, the children that never were.”
Lucius snorted - in contempt or amusement, Harry wasn’t sure - and got up from the bed. “I knew you were an imbecile Potter, but I had no idea you were clinically retarded.”
Author: idontgiveafaux
Rating: R, to be safe.
Pairing: Lucius/Harry
Prompt: None
Word Count: 465
Summary: Harry reveals his post-release ritual to Lucius
Warnings: (at your discretion) Sexual themes & Language
Notes: Christmas gift!fic for accioscar x
Harry groaned in ecstasy as Lucius wanked his throbbing cock with a firm fist and an urgent pace, simultaneously fucking his arse with his lubed index and middle fingers.
“Fuck,” Harry moaned. “Oh fuck.” And then his moans turned into erratic pants when Lucius introduced a third finger into the equation and quickened the pace with the hand around his cock.
“Close, Potter?”
“Mmm,” was all Harry could manage to reply with and he shut his eyes to block out the sneer etched on Lucius’ face and concentrated on the feeling of him getting closer and closer, Lucius now wanking him with ferocious speed, his balls slapping against Lucius’ hand adding to the tingling pleasure and when Harry felt his balls tighten, he arched his back and bucked his hips, then roared in release as he came, eyes still closed but feeling ropes of hot cum spray over his chest. Lucius let go as soon as Harry had spurted, leaving him to snake his own shaking hand down to his cock to continue the job and squeezed out the last few drops.
“Oh… god… fuck,” Harry panted incoherently and finally opened his eyes, seeing Malfoy Senior looking down at him with a wicked grin plastered over his face.
“Made quite a mess there, Potter,” he smirked, craning his neck towards his chest to lap up Harry’s spunk with his tongue.
“Wait!” Harry whispered, pushing his head away slightly. At once, a wave of embarrassment washed over him when Lucius made eye contact with him. He’d never came in front of anyone before and so had never revealed his bizarre ritual to anyone, and he knew it was bizarre because he’d told Ron about it one day. Of course, he didn’t tell Ron it’s what he did, no, he threw Colin Creevey’s name into the conversation, sacrificing his reputation instead and the merciless ripping Colin had received throughout school about it warned Harry enough to keep silent.
“NO!” he said more forcefully when he felt Lucius’ hot tongue begin to trail up his chest.
“For goodness sakes, what is it Potter?” Lucius snapped irritably.
“I… just need to say goodbye.” The wave of embarrassment Harry had felt earlier had now been replaced with tidal waves of sheer mortification that threatened to drown him when Lucius looked at him as though he’d grown an extra pair of ears on his face. The silence in the room was deafeningly loud.
“Say goodbye to what exactly? Your cum?”
“My children,” Harry explained, breaking his gaze and looking down at his sticky chest. “At least, the children that never were.”
Lucius snorted - in contempt or amusement, Harry wasn’t sure - and got up from the bed. “I knew you were an imbecile Potter, but I had no idea you were clinically retarded.”