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Week Two Challenge; Final Session
Pairing: Percy/Lucius
Word Count: 299
Rating: R
Scenario: Why Percy really went bad, and ignored his family for oh-so long.
Percy’s face flushed red as Lucius pressed his cane across his neck.
“You are decided on your loyalty, aren’t you?” The cane was followed by an ivory hand, which stroked itw way down Percy’s body. “I wouldn’t like to think that I was… ah… bestowing my favours where they were not welcome.”
“No!” Percy’s voice sounded strangled, though the cane had been light (this time). “No, sir, I…”
“Good,” purred the blond, his hand straying lower and hardening on the bulge in Percy’s robes. “Very good…” he added, using the hand to turn Percy until he faced him.
There was barely an inch in height’s difference between the pair, but though Percy was slightly the taller, it was clear who was the dominant party. Percy’s breath was ragged; he hesitated to meet Lucius’s eye as if awaiting permission. A smile flickered on Lucius’s face as he watched the young man’s utter submission. It was a dangerous charm he operated, but Percy took it all.
“Strip,” he instructed Percy unexpectedly, the seductive note clear in his voice.
“What… h-here?” he stammered, looking from his Ministry office to Lucius’s face nervously.
An eyebrow was raised. Percy subsided quickly.
“I - I mean…” His eyes lowered again. “Yes… Sir…”
He was gangly, even skinny undressed, though his erection stood stiff as he stood before his lover. Lucius, fully dressed, smiled his approval, though Percy was never sure what emotion lay behind the expression. Lucius gestured to him to bend over the desk and the red-head rushed to obey, waiting, hoping… Then the hand was on his back, and Lucius was taking him, caring nothing for the pain or pleasure of his minion, and Percy was gasping, crying out until his lover’s satisfaction came, and his own followed swiftly.
His loyalty would never swerve.
Pairing: Percy/Lucius
Word Count: 299
Rating: R
Scenario: Why Percy really went bad, and ignored his family for oh-so long.
Percy’s face flushed red as Lucius pressed his cane across his neck.
“You are decided on your loyalty, aren’t you?” The cane was followed by an ivory hand, which stroked itw way down Percy’s body. “I wouldn’t like to think that I was… ah… bestowing my favours where they were not welcome.”
“No!” Percy’s voice sounded strangled, though the cane had been light (this time). “No, sir, I…”
“Good,” purred the blond, his hand straying lower and hardening on the bulge in Percy’s robes. “Very good…” he added, using the hand to turn Percy until he faced him.
There was barely an inch in height’s difference between the pair, but though Percy was slightly the taller, it was clear who was the dominant party. Percy’s breath was ragged; he hesitated to meet Lucius’s eye as if awaiting permission. A smile flickered on Lucius’s face as he watched the young man’s utter submission. It was a dangerous charm he operated, but Percy took it all.
“Strip,” he instructed Percy unexpectedly, the seductive note clear in his voice.
“What… h-here?” he stammered, looking from his Ministry office to Lucius’s face nervously.
An eyebrow was raised. Percy subsided quickly.
“I - I mean…” His eyes lowered again. “Yes… Sir…”
He was gangly, even skinny undressed, though his erection stood stiff as he stood before his lover. Lucius, fully dressed, smiled his approval, though Percy was never sure what emotion lay behind the expression. Lucius gestured to him to bend over the desk and the red-head rushed to obey, waiting, hoping… Then the hand was on his back, and Lucius was taking him, caring nothing for the pain or pleasure of his minion, and Percy was gasping, crying out until his lover’s satisfaction came, and his own followed swiftly.
His loyalty would never swerve.