LM/AS
Title: Those Hard to Reach Places.
Pairing: Lucius Malfoy/Albus Severus
Rating: N-17
Buy now and getWarnings: Shower!Sex, rimming, kilted!scorp, cross!gen
Summary: Sequel to Harmless
AN: no beta, so if you see something that drips with fail, let me know ^_^
~*~
“…going to Ron and Hermione’s!”
Albus grit his teeth as he tumbled out of the Potter fireplace and into a familiar scene - his mother, stuffing her belongings into a suitcase and shouting over her shoulder.
“That’s it!” she shrieked as Harry looked past her, eyes watching Al in small confusion. “Don’t bother trying to stop me, just-”
“Al.” Harry said shortly. Ginny stopped shouting abruptly and turned to her youngest son, wiping her face with her sleeve.
“Oh.” She said thickly. “Don’t mind us, honey, we’re just having a bit of a…”
“Yeah, whatever.” Al said heavily, heading for his room. He knew his Dad was following him by the way his mother burst into fresh tears.
“You didn’t bring your things.” Harry observed as Al withdrew his school trunk from under his bed.
“No.” Click. Just as Al thought, most of his things were still here.
“Don’t you want to go back and get-”
“No.” Shirts. He needed more shirts.
“…Al-”
“I’m going back to the Manor. I’m taking my stuff with me.” Al explained shortly and bluntly, not in the mood to be argued with. He was shaken, not only from seeing his mother pack her things for the zillionth time, but also from… what? Losing his virginity? No, he hadn’t done that exactly…
“You’re not going back there.”
Al flushed angrily. “If you say one more word about Lucius Mal-”
“No.” Harry said coldly. “Although you are more than perfectly aware about how I feel about you living in a house with that man. No, this is to do with the fact that you agreed to only spend half the holidays at Malfoy Manor. The rest, you agreed to stay with your family.”
Al was dumbstruck for a moment. “My family?” He repeated numbly. “My family?” Al was shouting now, throwing things into his trunk. “Don’t you talk to me for one moment about family!”
Al grit his teeth. He wasn’t going to get into this fight again. Not now. Just leave.
“I hate it here.” Al said simply. “I hate this house. I love you and Mum and James and Lily, but I can’t take it here any more. I want to be somewhere…” Al tried to find the word. Somewhere safe? Somewhere comforting? Somewhere where Al was actually wanted, where he could just relax and talk to people without worrying that everyone might start crying and throwing things at any moment?
“Somewhere else.” Al finished, somewhat lamely.
Harry was desperately trying to come up with an argument, Al knew, but before his father could speak, Al was pushing past him, trunk in his hand. “I’ll write.” Al muttered, stepping into the floo.
It would later occur to Al that he’d never actually said goodbye.
~*~
No sooner had Al flooed back into his suite at Malfoy Manor when he was crushed against a tall, solid frame. Al, who had moments ago been close to angry tears, now gasped for a different reason entirely as his hair was tugged, yanking his head back to expose his face and neck to Lucius’ assault.
“Your father?” Lucius breathed as he nibbled on Al’s earlobe.
“Was… annoyed…” Al stammered, hastily dropping his belongings to seize the sides of Lucius arms. “But… s’worth it… get to be here…”
“You seemed upset.” Lucius murmured against Al’s lips before he stole the breath from them.
“Fine… I’m oka- ah! Fine…” Al ground out between gasps of much needed oxygen.
Lucius chuckled at the almost incoherent boy. He regretted most deeply the fact that his two heirs were due back any moment and that a more intimate encounter was not possible at present. Al seemed to regret it as well, for he whined most prettily as Lucius pried him away from his body.
“Al? Al, you up here?”
Lucius sighed in irritation at the sound of his grandson’s footsteps outside Al’s door. The two looked at each other pointedly and stepped back from each other just as Scorpius burst through the door in an appalling white fur coat.
“Mum and Dad say formal-wear for dinner. Do you need to borrow dress-robes, Al?” Scorpius announced, shrugging out of his coat to reveal his tartan kilt. Lucius very nearly gagged when he saw that his grandson had discovered matching knee-sox.
“No need to force your friend into whatever thigh-high ensemble you believe passes as formal attire, Scorpius. I invited Albus on your behalf to extend his stay. I believe he has packed the necessary garments…”
Scorpius scowl at Lucius snide comments regarding his leggy attire changed to an expression of utmost glee.
“Omygod! Really?!” he squealed, clapping his hands together and jumping up and down. Lucius pointedly looked away as the hem of Scorpius’ kilt rose and fell with giddy motion. “I’m just going to… Mum’ll have to… I’ll get more shampoo!” Scorpius announced triumphantly, leaving before Albus could ask.
“Shampoo?” Al repeated dumbly.
“It would seem to be a hereditary trait that a Malfoy always celebrates good news with hair-care.” Lucius murmured with a raised eyebrow.
“Not complaining.” Albus smirked at Lucius’ silky mane. “So, er, dress robes? I think I have them… anything else?”
Lucius stepped forwards and sniffed Al’s musky collar. “A shower might be advisable.” He purred, flicking out a pink pointed tongue to taste the mingled sweat of his and Al’s earlier exertions.
“Right.” Al breathed, stepping back and trying not to blush to no avail. “I’ll… I’ll see you at dinner then.” Al smiled shyly and disappeared into his en suite bathroom.
Lucius smirked. Naïve boy.
*
How many soaps am I meant to use? Al wondered, not for the first time during his stay, as he looked at the neat little line-up of soaps, gels, creams, shampoos, conditioners, bath milk, bath honey, loofahs, sponges, flannels, back scrubbers, nail scrubbers, moisturisers, body butters and some weird chalky stuff that Al had come to associate with the Hogwarts hospital wing without any real clue what it was for.
And that was just the stuff on the dresser. Al was a little afraid to venture into the guest cabinet.
Normally Al selected the most soap-looking item out of the lineup and gave himself the quick scrub-over. But now Al was ridiculously conscious of the fact that Lucius would likely be wanting to see Al, all of Al, every inch of naked flesh, and when that time came, Al wanted his flesh to be perfect.
The ridiculously large shower consisted of one clear double door, and three full-length mirrors, so Al was easily able to scrutinise every vestige of his appearance as he lathered himself in sweet-smelling shower gel.
It wasn’t too bad, Al diagnosed, trying not to compare himself to the nymph-like appearance of his best friend. He’d always been envious of Scorp’s flaxen hair and long, flawless limbs.
Then again, Al scrutinised, his own sylphlike figure wasn’t quite as bad as he’d remembered. Al trailed fingers over his pale chest, dotted with two rosy nipples. When exactly had Al’s shoulders gotten so slender? When had he gotten that foxy concave dip around his ribs and hip bones? had never quite stopped seeing himself as a skinny little boy, but now, as he watched his mirror-self exploring his body anew with wide eyes, he had to admit that maybe Lucius was right.
I daresay Scorpius has a little competition…
Al swallowed as his mind took him back to the events of just a couple of hours ago, his hand trailing to just above his groin, where a half-hard cock swayed coaxingly.
Sighing to himself as he lazily caressed his hardening length, Al nearly slipped over in shock when a tall, blonde, and (gasp) naked figure apparated in the shower and pulled Al backwards against his frame.
“Room for one more?” Lucius murmured in Al’s ear, freshly saturated blonde locks falling forwards onto Al’s shoulder.
Al released his cock and put his hands in the air, as though in surrender, feeling like the biggest git not a nanosecond later. Lucius snorted.
“Don’t stop on my account.” He leered, sucking a mouthful of hot, wet flesh between his lips.
“Scorpius… Scorpius said you can’t apparate inside Malfoy Manor…” Al gasped as Lucius bit down on Al’s neck.
“You can’t apparate inside Malfoy Manor. I, as a Malfoy, have every right to do so.” Lucius sucked hard on the top ridge of Albus’ spine before pulling off and adding quietly as an afterthought “Though, we really should grant you the same rights as a family member. Especially as it seems you will be with us for some time.”
Lucius resumed kissing Al’s back, sucking reverently on each pronounced bump of Al’s spine. When Al sensed Lucius falling to his knees behind him, mouth kissing it’s way lower and lower, Al realised with a jolt what Lucius was intending to do.
Lucius pulled off and leaned back to observe Al from his position on the shower floor. The boy knew what was coming, for he had pressed his palms against the wall and spread his legs further apart eagerly. Lucius bent down to peer up between willowy thighs, moaning softly when he caught sight of Al’s testicles, heavenly in their innocence, untouched by any hand but Al’s.
Lucius drew back, running a soothing hand up the back of the boy’s thigh. Al shivered and cried out in pleasure and need. The sound was almost heartbreaking. Albus was exquisite and his virginity seemed to Lucius both a treasure and a terrible waste of such a gorgeous being. Lucius had no intention of wasting something so perfect, of this he was sure, but taking Albus’ virginity here, on a bathroom floor, seemed almost obscene.
Still, the boy was begging so softly and fetchingly that Lucius didn’t see any reason to abandon the immediate situation. He smiled, running a hand alone one smooth, perfectly rounded buttock.
“I trust you have bathed efficiently?” Lucius said hoarsely, licking the flat of his tongue along that buttock, red from the hot water.
Albus dazedly wondered if it would matter to Lucius if he hadn’t, but he nodded hurriedly and answered “Yeah… I’m clean…”
Lucius grunted in approval and planted his palms firmly against Albus’ rear. He attempted with difficultly to gain hold of wet, slippery buttock, his firm grip becoming tight and almost painful.
Oddly enough, Al couldn’t quite bring himself to care about the pain, especially when that grip was forcing his buttocks apart, exposing his hole to teasing sprinklings of scalding water, making the rosy swirl visibly clench to Lucius’ ravenous delight.
Al yelped and nearly slid all the way down to the bathroom floor when Lucius’ tongue brushed against his hole. He didn’t need to look to know Lucius was smiling, or smirking at least. Al’s breath hitched when he felt Lucius’ face press in again, and moaned loud enough to shake the walls of the Manor when that tongue applied wet, careful licks, up and down. Lucius couldn’t resist dipping lower to nudge his tongue against Al’s sac.
The scream that resulted from Lucius forcing his tongue inside probably should have alerted members of the household, but Al guessed that Lucius had put a silencing charm on the bathroom - he would have long ago told Al to be quiet before now if he hadn’t. Al moaned freely and loudly, his pitch climbing as Lucius pressed half his face into Al’s most intimate area with an eager growl.
“Oh God… Lucius…” Al panted, clawing at the tiled wall in an attempt to anchor himself.
Lucius detached himself. “That’s ‘Mr Malfoy’ to you, Potter.” He hissed, applying a sharp slap to Al’s bottom.
Al yipped at the sting and then mewled at the sudden lack of touch. Smirking, Lucius re-inserted his tongue with a single slick slide. Al’s eyes crossed as he felt that special spot inside of him, the spot that made him see stars when he did this alone in the prefects bathroom, itch for firmer contact.
“Oh yeah, L- Mr Malfoy, that’s so good, please don’t stop, don’t ever stop, that’s what I-” Al broke off on a pained moan as long fingers skittered up the insides of his thighs to fondle his balls.
“Ahh! Ahh, Mr Malfoy, sir, that’s going to make me-” Al’s hips started bucking of their own accord, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he both heard and felt Lucius’ approving moan against his hole.
Knowing that his orgasm was close, Al seized his painfully neglected cock and tugged his way to completion. Shouting Lucius’ name, Al squeezed tightly around the rigid tongue in his body as the first pearly ropes burst forth, sparks of pleasure exploding in every nerve ending of Al’s body.
Lucius was sure his given name had never sounded more beautiful than falling from Al’s lips, mid-orgasm. Nevertheless, once Lucius was satisfied that the boy had milked the most of his climax, he bit sharply at the centre of one pert buttock, a playful reminder to address Lucius more respectfully in future.
Al cried out pitifully as he felt the sharp pinch of teeth, too dazed to properly register anything but the unsteadiness of his own legs. He fell to the wet shower floor, struggling to see through his post-orgasmic haze.
Blessedly, the first thing Al saw upon regaining focus was the thick, red cock Lucius was now pumping roughly from his kneeling position.
Eyeing the swollen length greedily, Al edged closer and batted away the hand flying over Lucius’ groin. Lucius’ reactive growl of protest rapidly turned into a moan of gratitude when he felt the head of his cock connect with wet, soft lips.
Spreading himself more comfortably on the tiled floor, Al let the head of Lucius’ cock slip into his mouth, instantly rewarded by the bitter dribble of precome and two hands seizing at his scalp.
Al was by no means an expert at what he was attempting, but going by the husky encouragements from above, he seemed to be doing a good job. Al altered between bobbing his head up and down as much of Lucius’ dick as he could take, and applying long, wet strokes of tongue up and down the underside of the shaft.
Eventually, Lucius untangled one of his hands from Al’s hair in favour of bracing himself against the shower wall, his breathes becoming hitched and irregular. Al hummed with pleasure, knowing that his ministrations were being well-received and Lucius was close to the edge.
Sticking now to the bobbing motion, Al moved his hands between Lucius’ legs, touching whatever parts of Lucius he couldn’t reach with his mouth, base of the shaft, balls… Al was tempted for a moment to reach around for Lucius’ hole to see for himself what it felt like to do that to another man. But Lucius might be offened, Al reasoned, keeping his hands occupied instead with Lucius’ genitals. He could always suggest it another time, assuming encounters such as this were to be repeated.
“Oh Gods!” Lucius grunted, huffing out guttural breaths from between clenched teeth. His hands tightened in Al’s hair, nearly pulling it from the roots as he stopped Al’s rhythm in favour of holding his head in place.
When Lucius’ hips started moving, Al squeezed his eyes shut, focussing all he had into breathing through his nose and keeping his teeth well covered. Al’s throat tightened in protest as Lucius fucked his face, his grunts becoming higher in pitch and volume, hands tugging at Al’s locks in his relentless excitement.
“Albus Severus Potter!” Lucius vociferated with his last three thrusts, before he was spilling himself in the wet cavern of Al’s mouth with a triumphant yell.
Having been entirely focussed on remaining perfectly still for the last minute, Al almost forgot to suck from Lucius’ fountaining prick, swallow the bitter fluid that flooded his mouth. There seemed almost too much, and a lot of it dribbled from Al’s lips and onto the sopping bathroom floor, but before Al could wash away the smears from his lips, Lucius leaned forwards and captured Al’s stained mouth in a hungry kiss.
Al registered the change in flavours right away - Lucius still had Al’s hot musk on his tongue - and combined with Lucius’ own bitter tang, it was the sexiest thing either one of them had ever tasted.
Content to sit under the hot spray for many an our, Lucius only pulled away with an arched eyebrow when he felt Albus grin against his lips.
“It’s Al to you, Mr Malfoy.”
“I beg your pardon?”
Al grinned further. “No one calls me Albus Severus. It’s Al, or Albus sometimes, but never Albus Severus.”
Lucius raised both eyebrows. “I’ll have you know that your namesake was-”
“A hero for the cause, a fine example of wizardkind, one of the bravest men you’ve ever known.” Al interrupted boredly. Lucius smirked.
“That too. But he was also one of the best shags I’ve ever had.”
Al was stunned. “Oh.” He paused. “I bet my Dad didn’t know that when he named me.”
Lucius smirked. “I should hope not.”
Lucius maneuvered himself, pulling Al with him, against the bathroom wall and sat with him, idly playing with the softening cock between the boys milky thighs, apparently lost in thought. “You are very alike to Severus, you know.” He said finally.
“Really?” Al had never really heard much about his namesake, only his role in the war and how sodding brave he was. Everyone seemed to shy away from talking about who Severus Snape actually was. Once, Uncle Ron had snorted nastily at Al’s enquiry as to what the man was like as a person, but everyone in the room had shot Ron a glare that clearly said ‘don’t even think about it’ and Ron had responded sheepishly with the ‘very brave man’ speech.
Lucius nodded thoughtfully at Al, not needing prompting to delve into a comparison. “He was… unusual. Exceptional for it, but few could see it. His home life, I daresay, was somewhat similar to yours.”
Al bit his lip as his parents earlier arguing sprang to mind.
“And like you, he found ways to… distract himself.” Lucius’ arms squeezed playfully around Al as he said it.
“I take it you were aforementioned distraction?” Al teased, wriggling further into the wet embrace.
Lucius nodded. “I tried.” He went silent. “Though, in many ways, I wish I hadn’t been such an… influence.”
Al went silent and dropped his gaze to the arm wrapped around his waist. A hint of black was all Al could make out on the large forearm, but he didn’t need to examine further to know exactly what was there.
“Yes.” Lucius answered the unspoken question. “I did encourage him to join. He followed me in. I only wish I had been able to follow him out.”
“But you wanted to.” Al spoke quietly, conscious of the dangerously sensitive territory he was now in.
“Very much so.” Lucius agreed. “Once any and all exact motives of the Dark side became clear.”
“I’ve never really understood…” Al faltered, wondering if he really wanted to know what he was dying to ask. “What did you… want? I know you weren’t keen on muggle-borns, but did you really want them…” Al trailed off, half-dreading his answer.
Lucius thought for a moment, then raised his eyebrows as though his own conclusion surprised him. “No, I do not believe I did. But I had a wife and newborn child. Severus was gambling his own life, and a brave thing it was to do. But I could not risk my family’s safety by invoking the Dark Lord’s wrath.”
“I understand.” Al whispered, thinking of his best friend and aching to think of what might have happened if Lucius hadn’t kept Draco safe. It hurt to think of life without Scorpius, Astoria, even Draco and especially Lucius.
“What happened… to your wife?” Albus realised with a jolt that he didn’t actually know whether or not Lucius was still married.
“Divorced. After the war.” Lucius muttered.
Oh. “Sorry.”
Lucius snorted. “No, you’re not.” He accused.
Al smiled weakly. “Well, no, not really. I feel much better about his, knowing that you’re really single.”
Lucius smiled. The tension bought on by talking about the war was slowly ebbing away. “And you, Mr Potter? While you may not be seeing my kilted Grandson, am I soon to find myself at the mercy of some outraged adolescant?”
Al grinned. “Maybe. One or two.”
Lucius bent down and licked Al’s neck. “Liar.”
Al and Lucius jumped as a multitude of heavy thumps bombarded the bathroom door.
“Al? Hurry up! Dinner’s in fifteen minutes!”
Part One
Pairing: Lucius Malfoy/Albus Severus
Rating: N-17
Buy now and getWarnings: Shower!Sex, rimming, kilted!scorp, cross!gen
Summary: Sequel to Harmless
AN: no beta, so if you see something that drips with fail, let me know ^_^
~*~
“…going to Ron and Hermione’s!”
Albus grit his teeth as he tumbled out of the Potter fireplace and into a familiar scene - his mother, stuffing her belongings into a suitcase and shouting over her shoulder.
“That’s it!” she shrieked as Harry looked past her, eyes watching Al in small confusion. “Don’t bother trying to stop me, just-”
“Al.” Harry said shortly. Ginny stopped shouting abruptly and turned to her youngest son, wiping her face with her sleeve.
“Oh.” She said thickly. “Don’t mind us, honey, we’re just having a bit of a…”
“Yeah, whatever.” Al said heavily, heading for his room. He knew his Dad was following him by the way his mother burst into fresh tears.
“You didn’t bring your things.” Harry observed as Al withdrew his school trunk from under his bed.
“No.” Click. Just as Al thought, most of his things were still here.
“Don’t you want to go back and get-”
“No.” Shirts. He needed more shirts.
“…Al-”
“I’m going back to the Manor. I’m taking my stuff with me.” Al explained shortly and bluntly, not in the mood to be argued with. He was shaken, not only from seeing his mother pack her things for the zillionth time, but also from… what? Losing his virginity? No, he hadn’t done that exactly…
“You’re not going back there.”
Al flushed angrily. “If you say one more word about Lucius Mal-”
“No.” Harry said coldly. “Although you are more than perfectly aware about how I feel about you living in a house with that man. No, this is to do with the fact that you agreed to only spend half the holidays at Malfoy Manor. The rest, you agreed to stay with your family.”
Al was dumbstruck for a moment. “My family?” He repeated numbly. “My family?” Al was shouting now, throwing things into his trunk. “Don’t you talk to me for one moment about family!”
Al grit his teeth. He wasn’t going to get into this fight again. Not now. Just leave.
“I hate it here.” Al said simply. “I hate this house. I love you and Mum and James and Lily, but I can’t take it here any more. I want to be somewhere…” Al tried to find the word. Somewhere safe? Somewhere comforting? Somewhere where Al was actually wanted, where he could just relax and talk to people without worrying that everyone might start crying and throwing things at any moment?
“Somewhere else.” Al finished, somewhat lamely.
Harry was desperately trying to come up with an argument, Al knew, but before his father could speak, Al was pushing past him, trunk in his hand. “I’ll write.” Al muttered, stepping into the floo.
It would later occur to Al that he’d never actually said goodbye.
~*~
No sooner had Al flooed back into his suite at Malfoy Manor when he was crushed against a tall, solid frame. Al, who had moments ago been close to angry tears, now gasped for a different reason entirely as his hair was tugged, yanking his head back to expose his face and neck to Lucius’ assault.
“Your father?” Lucius breathed as he nibbled on Al’s earlobe.
“Was… annoyed…” Al stammered, hastily dropping his belongings to seize the sides of Lucius arms. “But… s’worth it… get to be here…”
“You seemed upset.” Lucius murmured against Al’s lips before he stole the breath from them.
“Fine… I’m oka- ah! Fine…” Al ground out between gasps of much needed oxygen.
Lucius chuckled at the almost incoherent boy. He regretted most deeply the fact that his two heirs were due back any moment and that a more intimate encounter was not possible at present. Al seemed to regret it as well, for he whined most prettily as Lucius pried him away from his body.
“Al? Al, you up here?”
Lucius sighed in irritation at the sound of his grandson’s footsteps outside Al’s door. The two looked at each other pointedly and stepped back from each other just as Scorpius burst through the door in an appalling white fur coat.
“Mum and Dad say formal-wear for dinner. Do you need to borrow dress-robes, Al?” Scorpius announced, shrugging out of his coat to reveal his tartan kilt. Lucius very nearly gagged when he saw that his grandson had discovered matching knee-sox.
“No need to force your friend into whatever thigh-high ensemble you believe passes as formal attire, Scorpius. I invited Albus on your behalf to extend his stay. I believe he has packed the necessary garments…”
Scorpius scowl at Lucius snide comments regarding his leggy attire changed to an expression of utmost glee.
“Omygod! Really?!” he squealed, clapping his hands together and jumping up and down. Lucius pointedly looked away as the hem of Scorpius’ kilt rose and fell with giddy motion. “I’m just going to… Mum’ll have to… I’ll get more shampoo!” Scorpius announced triumphantly, leaving before Albus could ask.
“Shampoo?” Al repeated dumbly.
“It would seem to be a hereditary trait that a Malfoy always celebrates good news with hair-care.” Lucius murmured with a raised eyebrow.
“Not complaining.” Albus smirked at Lucius’ silky mane. “So, er, dress robes? I think I have them… anything else?”
Lucius stepped forwards and sniffed Al’s musky collar. “A shower might be advisable.” He purred, flicking out a pink pointed tongue to taste the mingled sweat of his and Al’s earlier exertions.
“Right.” Al breathed, stepping back and trying not to blush to no avail. “I’ll… I’ll see you at dinner then.” Al smiled shyly and disappeared into his en suite bathroom.
Lucius smirked. Naïve boy.
*
How many soaps am I meant to use? Al wondered, not for the first time during his stay, as he looked at the neat little line-up of soaps, gels, creams, shampoos, conditioners, bath milk, bath honey, loofahs, sponges, flannels, back scrubbers, nail scrubbers, moisturisers, body butters and some weird chalky stuff that Al had come to associate with the Hogwarts hospital wing without any real clue what it was for.
And that was just the stuff on the dresser. Al was a little afraid to venture into the guest cabinet.
Normally Al selected the most soap-looking item out of the lineup and gave himself the quick scrub-over. But now Al was ridiculously conscious of the fact that Lucius would likely be wanting to see Al, all of Al, every inch of naked flesh, and when that time came, Al wanted his flesh to be perfect.
The ridiculously large shower consisted of one clear double door, and three full-length mirrors, so Al was easily able to scrutinise every vestige of his appearance as he lathered himself in sweet-smelling shower gel.
It wasn’t too bad, Al diagnosed, trying not to compare himself to the nymph-like appearance of his best friend. He’d always been envious of Scorp’s flaxen hair and long, flawless limbs.
Then again, Al scrutinised, his own sylphlike figure wasn’t quite as bad as he’d remembered. Al trailed fingers over his pale chest, dotted with two rosy nipples. When exactly had Al’s shoulders gotten so slender? When had he gotten that foxy concave dip around his ribs and hip bones? had never quite stopped seeing himself as a skinny little boy, but now, as he watched his mirror-self exploring his body anew with wide eyes, he had to admit that maybe Lucius was right.
I daresay Scorpius has a little competition…
Al swallowed as his mind took him back to the events of just a couple of hours ago, his hand trailing to just above his groin, where a half-hard cock swayed coaxingly.
Sighing to himself as he lazily caressed his hardening length, Al nearly slipped over in shock when a tall, blonde, and (gasp) naked figure apparated in the shower and pulled Al backwards against his frame.
“Room for one more?” Lucius murmured in Al’s ear, freshly saturated blonde locks falling forwards onto Al’s shoulder.
Al released his cock and put his hands in the air, as though in surrender, feeling like the biggest git not a nanosecond later. Lucius snorted.
“Don’t stop on my account.” He leered, sucking a mouthful of hot, wet flesh between his lips.
“Scorpius… Scorpius said you can’t apparate inside Malfoy Manor…” Al gasped as Lucius bit down on Al’s neck.
“You can’t apparate inside Malfoy Manor. I, as a Malfoy, have every right to do so.” Lucius sucked hard on the top ridge of Albus’ spine before pulling off and adding quietly as an afterthought “Though, we really should grant you the same rights as a family member. Especially as it seems you will be with us for some time.”
Lucius resumed kissing Al’s back, sucking reverently on each pronounced bump of Al’s spine. When Al sensed Lucius falling to his knees behind him, mouth kissing it’s way lower and lower, Al realised with a jolt what Lucius was intending to do.
Lucius pulled off and leaned back to observe Al from his position on the shower floor. The boy knew what was coming, for he had pressed his palms against the wall and spread his legs further apart eagerly. Lucius bent down to peer up between willowy thighs, moaning softly when he caught sight of Al’s testicles, heavenly in their innocence, untouched by any hand but Al’s.
Lucius drew back, running a soothing hand up the back of the boy’s thigh. Al shivered and cried out in pleasure and need. The sound was almost heartbreaking. Albus was exquisite and his virginity seemed to Lucius both a treasure and a terrible waste of such a gorgeous being. Lucius had no intention of wasting something so perfect, of this he was sure, but taking Albus’ virginity here, on a bathroom floor, seemed almost obscene.
Still, the boy was begging so softly and fetchingly that Lucius didn’t see any reason to abandon the immediate situation. He smiled, running a hand alone one smooth, perfectly rounded buttock.
“I trust you have bathed efficiently?” Lucius said hoarsely, licking the flat of his tongue along that buttock, red from the hot water.
Albus dazedly wondered if it would matter to Lucius if he hadn’t, but he nodded hurriedly and answered “Yeah… I’m clean…”
Lucius grunted in approval and planted his palms firmly against Albus’ rear. He attempted with difficultly to gain hold of wet, slippery buttock, his firm grip becoming tight and almost painful.
Oddly enough, Al couldn’t quite bring himself to care about the pain, especially when that grip was forcing his buttocks apart, exposing his hole to teasing sprinklings of scalding water, making the rosy swirl visibly clench to Lucius’ ravenous delight.
Al yelped and nearly slid all the way down to the bathroom floor when Lucius’ tongue brushed against his hole. He didn’t need to look to know Lucius was smiling, or smirking at least. Al’s breath hitched when he felt Lucius’ face press in again, and moaned loud enough to shake the walls of the Manor when that tongue applied wet, careful licks, up and down. Lucius couldn’t resist dipping lower to nudge his tongue against Al’s sac.
The scream that resulted from Lucius forcing his tongue inside probably should have alerted members of the household, but Al guessed that Lucius had put a silencing charm on the bathroom - he would have long ago told Al to be quiet before now if he hadn’t. Al moaned freely and loudly, his pitch climbing as Lucius pressed half his face into Al’s most intimate area with an eager growl.
“Oh God… Lucius…” Al panted, clawing at the tiled wall in an attempt to anchor himself.
Lucius detached himself. “That’s ‘Mr Malfoy’ to you, Potter.” He hissed, applying a sharp slap to Al’s bottom.
Al yipped at the sting and then mewled at the sudden lack of touch. Smirking, Lucius re-inserted his tongue with a single slick slide. Al’s eyes crossed as he felt that special spot inside of him, the spot that made him see stars when he did this alone in the prefects bathroom, itch for firmer contact.
“Oh yeah, L- Mr Malfoy, that’s so good, please don’t stop, don’t ever stop, that’s what I-” Al broke off on a pained moan as long fingers skittered up the insides of his thighs to fondle his balls.
“Ahh! Ahh, Mr Malfoy, sir, that’s going to make me-” Al’s hips started bucking of their own accord, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he both heard and felt Lucius’ approving moan against his hole.
Knowing that his orgasm was close, Al seized his painfully neglected cock and tugged his way to completion. Shouting Lucius’ name, Al squeezed tightly around the rigid tongue in his body as the first pearly ropes burst forth, sparks of pleasure exploding in every nerve ending of Al’s body.
Lucius was sure his given name had never sounded more beautiful than falling from Al’s lips, mid-orgasm. Nevertheless, once Lucius was satisfied that the boy had milked the most of his climax, he bit sharply at the centre of one pert buttock, a playful reminder to address Lucius more respectfully in future.
Al cried out pitifully as he felt the sharp pinch of teeth, too dazed to properly register anything but the unsteadiness of his own legs. He fell to the wet shower floor, struggling to see through his post-orgasmic haze.
Blessedly, the first thing Al saw upon regaining focus was the thick, red cock Lucius was now pumping roughly from his kneeling position.
Eyeing the swollen length greedily, Al edged closer and batted away the hand flying over Lucius’ groin. Lucius’ reactive growl of protest rapidly turned into a moan of gratitude when he felt the head of his cock connect with wet, soft lips.
Spreading himself more comfortably on the tiled floor, Al let the head of Lucius’ cock slip into his mouth, instantly rewarded by the bitter dribble of precome and two hands seizing at his scalp.
Al was by no means an expert at what he was attempting, but going by the husky encouragements from above, he seemed to be doing a good job. Al altered between bobbing his head up and down as much of Lucius’ dick as he could take, and applying long, wet strokes of tongue up and down the underside of the shaft.
Eventually, Lucius untangled one of his hands from Al’s hair in favour of bracing himself against the shower wall, his breathes becoming hitched and irregular. Al hummed with pleasure, knowing that his ministrations were being well-received and Lucius was close to the edge.
Sticking now to the bobbing motion, Al moved his hands between Lucius’ legs, touching whatever parts of Lucius he couldn’t reach with his mouth, base of the shaft, balls… Al was tempted for a moment to reach around for Lucius’ hole to see for himself what it felt like to do that to another man. But Lucius might be offened, Al reasoned, keeping his hands occupied instead with Lucius’ genitals. He could always suggest it another time, assuming encounters such as this were to be repeated.
“Oh Gods!” Lucius grunted, huffing out guttural breaths from between clenched teeth. His hands tightened in Al’s hair, nearly pulling it from the roots as he stopped Al’s rhythm in favour of holding his head in place.
When Lucius’ hips started moving, Al squeezed his eyes shut, focussing all he had into breathing through his nose and keeping his teeth well covered. Al’s throat tightened in protest as Lucius fucked his face, his grunts becoming higher in pitch and volume, hands tugging at Al’s locks in his relentless excitement.
“Albus Severus Potter!” Lucius vociferated with his last three thrusts, before he was spilling himself in the wet cavern of Al’s mouth with a triumphant yell.
Having been entirely focussed on remaining perfectly still for the last minute, Al almost forgot to suck from Lucius’ fountaining prick, swallow the bitter fluid that flooded his mouth. There seemed almost too much, and a lot of it dribbled from Al’s lips and onto the sopping bathroom floor, but before Al could wash away the smears from his lips, Lucius leaned forwards and captured Al’s stained mouth in a hungry kiss.
Al registered the change in flavours right away - Lucius still had Al’s hot musk on his tongue - and combined with Lucius’ own bitter tang, it was the sexiest thing either one of them had ever tasted.
Content to sit under the hot spray for many an our, Lucius only pulled away with an arched eyebrow when he felt Albus grin against his lips.
“It’s Al to you, Mr Malfoy.”
“I beg your pardon?”
Al grinned further. “No one calls me Albus Severus. It’s Al, or Albus sometimes, but never Albus Severus.”
Lucius raised both eyebrows. “I’ll have you know that your namesake was-”
“A hero for the cause, a fine example of wizardkind, one of the bravest men you’ve ever known.” Al interrupted boredly. Lucius smirked.
“That too. But he was also one of the best shags I’ve ever had.”
Al was stunned. “Oh.” He paused. “I bet my Dad didn’t know that when he named me.”
Lucius smirked. “I should hope not.”
Lucius maneuvered himself, pulling Al with him, against the bathroom wall and sat with him, idly playing with the softening cock between the boys milky thighs, apparently lost in thought. “You are very alike to Severus, you know.” He said finally.
“Really?” Al had never really heard much about his namesake, only his role in the war and how sodding brave he was. Everyone seemed to shy away from talking about who Severus Snape actually was. Once, Uncle Ron had snorted nastily at Al’s enquiry as to what the man was like as a person, but everyone in the room had shot Ron a glare that clearly said ‘don’t even think about it’ and Ron had responded sheepishly with the ‘very brave man’ speech.
Lucius nodded thoughtfully at Al, not needing prompting to delve into a comparison. “He was… unusual. Exceptional for it, but few could see it. His home life, I daresay, was somewhat similar to yours.”
Al bit his lip as his parents earlier arguing sprang to mind.
“And like you, he found ways to… distract himself.” Lucius’ arms squeezed playfully around Al as he said it.
“I take it you were aforementioned distraction?” Al teased, wriggling further into the wet embrace.
Lucius nodded. “I tried.” He went silent. “Though, in many ways, I wish I hadn’t been such an… influence.”
Al went silent and dropped his gaze to the arm wrapped around his waist. A hint of black was all Al could make out on the large forearm, but he didn’t need to examine further to know exactly what was there.
“Yes.” Lucius answered the unspoken question. “I did encourage him to join. He followed me in. I only wish I had been able to follow him out.”
“But you wanted to.” Al spoke quietly, conscious of the dangerously sensitive territory he was now in.
“Very much so.” Lucius agreed. “Once any and all exact motives of the Dark side became clear.”
“I’ve never really understood…” Al faltered, wondering if he really wanted to know what he was dying to ask. “What did you… want? I know you weren’t keen on muggle-borns, but did you really want them…” Al trailed off, half-dreading his answer.
Lucius thought for a moment, then raised his eyebrows as though his own conclusion surprised him. “No, I do not believe I did. But I had a wife and newborn child. Severus was gambling his own life, and a brave thing it was to do. But I could not risk my family’s safety by invoking the Dark Lord’s wrath.”
“I understand.” Al whispered, thinking of his best friend and aching to think of what might have happened if Lucius hadn’t kept Draco safe. It hurt to think of life without Scorpius, Astoria, even Draco and especially Lucius.
“What happened… to your wife?” Albus realised with a jolt that he didn’t actually know whether or not Lucius was still married.
“Divorced. After the war.” Lucius muttered.
Oh. “Sorry.”
Lucius snorted. “No, you’re not.” He accused.
Al smiled weakly. “Well, no, not really. I feel much better about his, knowing that you’re really single.”
Lucius smiled. The tension bought on by talking about the war was slowly ebbing away. “And you, Mr Potter? While you may not be seeing my kilted Grandson, am I soon to find myself at the mercy of some outraged adolescant?”
Al grinned. “Maybe. One or two.”
Lucius bent down and licked Al’s neck. “Liar.”
Al and Lucius jumped as a multitude of heavy thumps bombarded the bathroom door.
“Al? Hurry up! Dinner’s in fifteen minutes!”
Part One