After Dinner Treats
Title: After Dinner Treats
Pairing: Lucius Malfoy/Albus Severus Potter
Rating: N-17
Summary: Al and Lucius have already been getting a little frisky this evening, but will tonight be the night Al surrenders his virginity?
Warnings/Endorsements: First time!sex, food!sex, drunk!sex, magical!sex, and kilted!scorp
Disclaimers: JK rowling owns all Harry Potter characters, and kilted!scorp is an invention of fbowden (but I do so love to play with him)
Part One: Harmless
Part Two Those Hard to Reach Places
~*~
“Do you know?” Scorpius said thoughtfully as he and Al headed down to dinner together. “I think this is the first time you’ve taken longer than me getting ready.”
Al hummed vaguely in response, hoping Scorpius didn’t see the blush.
“Holy crap.” Al muttered to Scorpius as he hesitated at the double-door leading to the formal dining room. Draco, Astoria and Lucius were already seated, talking lightly over the classical music that seemed to emit from the lavishly decorated walls.
Scorpius smoothed his new kilt and gave Al a sympathetic look. “Relax. It looks flash but it’s just dinner. Don’t worry.”
“Who’s worrying? I stopped worrying four or five levels of hysteria ago-”
“Albus, Scorpius, how nice of you to join us.” Astoria sipped pointedly from her wine glass as she awaited their excuse.
“Sorry Mum.” Scorpius raised an accusing eyebrow at Al in an unnerving imitation of his grandfather. “We took a while getting ready.”
Astoria looked from Al, to Scorpius, then back to Al, a small smile playing across her lips.
Al smiled back and glanced at his entrée, oblivious to the smug look Astoria exchanged with her husband.
Albus liked Astoria; ever since Al had first met her in the summer after his first year, she had gone out of her way to make Al feel welcome, and encouraged his friendship with Scorpius. Even Draco’s initial ornery tolerance of Albus had eventually lead to a grudging respect of one another.
After multiple unsuccessful attempts to diagnose what exactly dinner consisted of, Al simply deemed it as ‘delicious’ and helped himself to seconds. After the initial awkwardness of being in formal attire, amid classical music and candles, Al was feeling much more at ease, although granted, that may have been down to the wine that Lucius had insisted the boys be allowed.
“Dessert, sirs!” A slightly plumpish house else announced, setting before Al a creamy, syrupy mass that made his mouth water just looking at it.
Quickly glancing about to make sure it was indeed okay to start eating, Al froze when he caught sight of Lucius.
He was… Merlin, the man was practically fellating his spoon. Al watched, his own dessert forgotten as Lucius heaped cream upon his spoon and licked it away with broad strokes, grey eyes glowing with promise.
Al blushed, the alcohol in his system heating his cheeks a shade or two darker than usual. Lucius heated stare was doing nothing to help, nor was the blatantly obscene manner in which he was now trailing a syrupy finger over his lower lip, occasionally letting slip between-
“None for me.” Scorpius declared loudly and suddenly, making Al jump and drop his spoon to the floor with a startled ‘oh!’
When Al surfaced, avoiding looking at Lucius and the smirk he knew would be there, Scorpius was glaring petulantly and pushing away his plate.
“I don’t need to get any fatter, okay?”
Astroria sighed and poured more wine. Draco pinched his nose irritably. “For God’s sake, Scorpius, for the last time, you’re not fat!”
“Have you seen my thighs lately?” Scorpius demanded.
“How could we not?” Lucius muttered, eyeing Scorpius’ kilt.
“If you’re so worried about people seeing your thighs, maybe you could start wearing trousers again?” Draco tried hopefully. Or at least underwear was the afterthought everyone at the table yearned to add.
“What about you, Albus?” Astoria said suddenly. “Scorpius doesn’t need to lose weight, does he? He looks good, don’t you think?”
“Er…” Al turned imploringly to Scorpius, who was now hollowing his cheeks and examining the effect with his spoon.
“Oh, do leave Scorpius alone.” Lucius commented airily, earning himself a simpering smile from his grandson. “After all, he is merely keeping up appearances, surely he is to be commended for his efforts. However, I for one cannot get enough of this scrumptious dessert. Have another portion sent to my room, wont you? I should like to indulge myself later.” Lucius looked right at Albus as he spoke those last seven words.
Albus blushed and looked back at his untouched plate, mouth now watering for something else entirely.
~*~
When the Malfoys did formal, they really did formal, Al thought to himself dryly as the evening rounded off with drinks in the parlor. Never mind the fact that he and Scorpius were itching to get out of their formal wear, Al couldn’t stop his mind from wandering back to thoughts involving Lucius and spoons.
“I believe champagne is in order.” Lucius snapped his fingers and mere moments later, a house elf scurried into the exorbitant sitting room, bearing a tray laden with flutes filled to the brim with sparkling fluid.
“Occasion?” Astoria asked with surprise, reaching eagerly for a glass nevertheless.
“Why, young Albus’ extended visit, clearly.”
Astoria smiled. “Of course.” She raised her flute, throwing Draco another strange smile. “Thank you, Albus, for gracing us with your company these summer holidays. We hope, naturally, that you find your stay enjoyable.”
Then, to Albus’ horror, she snuck a look at Scorpius and winked conspiratorially.
“Er…” Albus and Scorpius looked at each other, mortified, before draining their glasses with enthusiasm.
Astoria beamed and immediately started whispering to Draco, shooting Al shifty little glances.
“I’d say my Mum’s planning to seduce you or she’s plotting our engagement.” Scorpius remarked dryly, re-filling his glass.
“Either way - thanks but no thanks.” Al retorted, chancing a look at Lucius, who was just lowering his empty glass. Once done, he traced his tongue slowly around his lips, fixing Al with another predatory stare.
~*~
The evening wound down soon after the drinks. Astoria downed another three glasses before leaning against her husband lecherously and muttering seductively in his ear, though sadly not quietly enough for all the gathered men to not hear every word she was saying.
“Okay. That was gross.” Scorpius shuddered after a very red Draco had carried her to bed with a hasty apology.
“Worse than her trying to subtly start a conversation about gay-friendly wedding venues?” Lucius smirked, clearly enjoying every moment of the evening.
“Well, no.” Scorp agreed grudgingly. “Sorry about that, Al, she can be right embarrassing when she’s had a few.”
“It’s not that bad.” Al said defensively, thinking of his own hysterical mother and suddenly feeling very protective of Astoria. Scorpius shrugged and rose from the couch to get another drink.
Once at the bar, Scorpius bypassed the champagne and poured himself a shot of vodka, clearly to erase the memories of his mother hissing a stream of lewd acts down Draco’s crimson ear.
Al was unsurprised - Scorpius had to get his perverted nature from somewhere.
Oh! Al flinched as a hand struck out of nowhere seized hold of his knee. Al looked up in alarm, but Lucius wasn’t looking back at him - his eyes were fixed on his grandson, should he turn and see Lucius running his hand further up Al’s leg, up to caress his thigh. Al’s pulse thrummed as Lucius stretched his fingers out to lightly touch Al’s groin, and Al wondered if perhaps the streak of perversity was a Malfoy trait after all…
“That champagne gives you the most beautiful blush.” Lucius muttered so quietly that Al, who was right next to the man, had to strain to hear him. Scorpius, hearing nothing, poured himself another vodka.
“Not used to drinking.” Al said honestly, smiling for no real reason at all. His head felt light, and combined with Lucius’ close proximity, his clothes felt far too hot for his body… or was it the other way around? It didn’t matter, Al honestly didn’t think it would be an issue later on…
Al made a pleased little noise when Lucius gave a sudden squeeze and Lucius cleared his throat, feeling rather hot around the collar. He found himself utterly captivated by the charmingly drunk youth now smiling sweetly at him, parting his legs cheekily to give better access to Lucius’ teasing strokes.
“I don’t need to tell you to be in my quarters tonight.” Lucius hissed, squeezing Al’s thigh again. Al could smell the alcohol on Lucius’ breath and he loved it.
“No… I mean, yes. I’ll find it - you.” Al stumbled as he squirmed in an effort to disguise the protuberant lump growing fast under Lucius’ fingers, which were withdrawn in a flash just as Scorpius turned to sashay back to the couch.
“Whaddayootoo talkin’ abou’?” Scorpius slurred, sprawling gracelessly next to Al and providing all present with a lovely view up his kilt.
~*~
Scorpius had fallen asleep early, much to Al’s relief. He had wasted no time in changing out of his uncomfortable dress robes and into a tshirt and pyjama bottoms, wishing that he owned satin night robes like Scorpius. Still, Lucius seemed more intent on what Albus kept under his pyjamas, so…
Despite initial panic, Al’s worries about finding Lucius’ quarters were quickly abated; clearly having anticipated Al’s crap sense of direction, Lucius had taken the courtesy of slipping a set of instructions in Al’s pocket at some point during the evening.
The instructions themselves were clearly charmed, for they not only consisted of standard directions (left at the staircase, right at the portrait of Abraxas Malfoy) but also some not-so-standard (not there, foolish boy - hurry up, I’m waiting - don’t make me start without you, now…) which had Al practically running down the corridors in an effort to get there as quick as possible.
Once Al reached the elaborate set of double doors, which he would never have guessed as a bedroom, he knocked tentatively. After his second tap, the door swung open, his hand was seized, and Al found himself being pulled forwards into the semi-darkness of Lucius Malfoy’s candlelit bedroom.
“About time, boy.” Lucius growled against Al’s ear, pausing to suck the lobe before roughly pulling at Al’s tshirt and casting it to the shadows.
“Sorry… I… big house…” Al explained weakly as his knees threatened to give out from under him, head spinning from the suddenness of the assault.
Lucius grunted in smug agreement and approval, moving his hungry mouth to Al’s neck, tasting the flesh still hot from the alcohol consumed earlier that evening. The blush had indeed been endearing - Lucius had fought with himself all through dinner not to knock his food to the floor and simply drag the boy upstairs, or perhaps ravish him there on the table.
Lucius let his teeth drag along Al’s exposed collarbone, gratified when he boy bucked his hips forwards, swearing loudly. Smirking wickedly, Lucius fell to his knees and sucked a deep shuddering breath when he saw Al’s prick straining at full hardness already, confined by his pinstriped pyjama bottoms, which Lucius yanked down slender legs without ceremony, too eager to lay eyes on what Lucius was sure must be one of the most beautiful young pricks in England. No, the world Lucius corrected as he feasted his eyes upon the smooth, flushed shaft, throbbing with excited blood and darkening in color before Lucius’ very eyes.
Al’s head was spinning as he fought the orgasm that threatened to burst forth without so much as a touch to his cock. He mewled, trailing fingers up Lucius face, trying to coax Lucius into moving up so that Al might have some skin to feast on. Lucius chuckled and obliged, standing at his full height so that the boy could kiss at Lucius’ face and neck with thankful enthusiasm.
Lucius let out a long, low groan in response to how amazingly good those young, wet lips felt, and the open mouth was too great a temptation for Albus. Pulling away from Lucius’ throat with a wet sucking noise, Al reached up onto his toes to press his face against Lucius’ mouth. Not waiting tentatively for permission this time, Al threaded his arms around Lucius neck and pulled him down, deeper into the kiss. Hormones and adrenaline cheering him on, Al thrust his tongue between Lucius lips, delighting in the erotic noises each lick elicited from the older man.
It wasn’t long at all before both Al and Lucius were heaving with laboured breaths. Al moaned at the feeling of Lucius’ broad chest expanding and contracting with excitement, pressing his hips against Lucius with a needy thrust.
Not wanting the boy to come just from kissing and frottage like before, Lucius broke away slowing the steady grinding of Al’s hips with a firm touch.
Al’s sigh of disappointment quickly turned into a gasp of surprise as Lucius hitched an arm under his leg and lifted the naked boy easily, legs clinging desperately to either side of his waist.
Lucius took three long strides and roughly deposited Al on his enormous bed. Lucius waited a moment, standing back to admire Al’s flustered scramble into sitting position.
Once Al was seated, Lucius strode impressively to his bedside drawer, where Al could see two glasses of champagne and (gulp) the dessert Lucius had requested earlier at dinner.
Suprisingly, Lucius took only one of the glasses in his long-fingered hand. “This one is for you.” He informed Al, pressing the ice-cold rim of the glass to the boys lips.
Over dinner, whilst watching Al’s cheeks darken with every sip of the wine he was so unaccustomed to, Lucius had come to the conclusion that an intoxicated Albus was overwhelmingly endearing, and so the drink that he now offered the young innocent was not only substantially more alcoholic than the wine and champagne from earlier that evening, but it was also laced with a particular potion of Lucius’ own brewing. Lucius took sinful pleasure in watching Al willingly sip from his hands with blind trust, oblivious to the potency of what he was so eagerly consuming.
Al swallowed the bittersweet fluid eagerly, draining the entire glass. Or so he thought; once empty, Lucius swirled his fingers in the dregs of the crystal, gathering all remaining moisture. Al barely had time to register the sexy suggestiveness of Lucius’ glistening fingers before they were roughly thrust into his mouth.
Al moaned and sucked around the flavoured digits, licking them clean with enthusiasm, fixated on the delightful notion of what other orifices these same fingers would later explore.
That wet, velvety tongue caressing the soft pads of Lucius’ fingers was testing the older man’s limits to the extreme as the boy fixed him with a dazed stare. Lucius’ breathing stumbled as Albus deliberately pressed his top teeth into Lucius’ fingers, smirking when Lucius withdrew them in favour of reaching for the second glass of champagne.
“This one is for me.” Lucius informed Al matter-of-factly, before striking out with his other hand, catching Al’s chest and knocking him flat against the bed.
“Oof!” Al grunted, blaming the alcohol for his easy topple backwards. The room was spinning and his skin felt unnaturally warm and tingly.
Al gasped as a sudden trickle of icy cold fluid spilled over his chest, specifically over his right nipple. Al only had a second to appreciate the sharp sting before a hot, wet tongue was laving it away.
“Delicious.” Lucius purred against Al’s chest, enjoying the way Al squirmed as Lucius sucked at the stiff pink nipple. Drawing away to take aim, Lucius poured another generous amount on the body lain before him, this time splashing a path from left nipple to navel. Al yelped at the cold, but didn’t complain - the warm, soothing lick to follow was more than worth the cold discomfort, if the discomfort was even that at all.
Lucius bent forwards and licked at the glistening beads of moisture, capturing all drops that threatened to spill over the boy’s slender torso. When Lucius reached Al’s heaving stomach, he didn’t hesitate to plunge his tongue into Al’s navel, swirling pointedly to prompt earlier memories of the evening.
“Oh-h-h…” Al moaned and turned his face away, embarrassed by the way his body revealed just how much he was enjoying the treatment. He needn’t have worried so; Lucius, rather than put off by the boy’s mewls and constant writhing, found that Al’s painfully obvious need only served to heighten Lucius’ own raw excitement.
Swilling the last of the champagne and considering his next move, Lucius clenched his teeth as Al bunched his fingers in the covers and drove his hips wantonly in the air. Merlin, he was practically waving it right under Lucius’ nose, and Lucius watched, hypnotised, as the heavy, swollen length swayed tantalisingly in front of him, before Al collapsed into the mattress with a needy yowl.
Drip. Drip. Drip. Al tensed and gasped as he felt the last dribbles of champagne trickle over his groin, every drop a promise of where Lucius’ mouth would be next. Long strands of blonde hair tickled Al’s stomach, and he let out a heartfelt wail when he looked down and saw Lucius shuffling further down the bed, coming to nestle between Al’s legs.
Lucius’ looked up and pushed his hair back, smiling slyly at Al’s pleading expression. Lucius licked his lips with a greedy hum and a wicked expression as his hands rubbed smooth hipbones soothingly. He kept a tight hold on Al’s hips, predicting the involuntary buck they gave as Lucius lowered his head and enveloped Al’s cock in soft, wet heat.
After taking a moment to revel in Al’s grateful moan, Lucius set to work, memorising each detail, taking note of all the little noises Al made and each little trick that elicited such delicious reactions. When Lucius rubbed the flat of his tongue up and down the underside of Al’s inflamed shaft, the boy started babbling a stream of such delightfully filthy dialogue that Lucius found himself having to subtly grinding his hips into the bedsheets to relieve some of the building tension.
Curious hands started threading through Lucius’ hair, making Lucius jolt and very nearly come at the unexpected pleasure. Dextrous fingers were raking through his mane, easing out the tensions in Lucius’ scalp unawares. It was more intimate than Lucius should have allowed perhaps, but it felt so good that he couldn’t bring himself to stop it.
He did stop, however, when Al’s breathing became a little too quick and his hips started giving tiny thrusts, inching Al further and further down Lucius’ throat. All were sure signs of imminent orgasm, and Lucius was far from done with the beautiful virgin writhing on his bed to let this end so quickly.
Lucius straightened up, smirking at Al’s indignant whine. His whine became a heartfelt “oh fuck!” as Lucius quickly straddled him, planting his knees on either side of Al’s body in an effort to control his begging thrusts.
“Language, Mr Potter.” Lucius admonished, giving Al’s thigh a rebuking slap, eliciting the most beautiful yelp Lucius had ever heard.
Lucius groaned and said something under his breath, but Al didn’t properly register the words, too focussed on the sight of Lucius’ fully erect cock.
“I’m going to… please let me…” the pained expression of Al holding back his orgasm was almost enough to push Lucius over the edge himself.
“Two orgasms in such a short space of time, and yet you still struggle for control?” perhaps it was the alcohol, or just that Al was needy beyond shame, but he nodded frantically, his eyes wide and pleading. Lucius considered the boy for a moment, before bending down and kissing him gently.
“I was hoping tonight you would come with me inside you.” Lucius said softly, making Al moan at the visions the words conjured. “But if you are in real distress, I am sure I can stand to-”
“No!” Al gasped, arching his hips away from the warm, solid flesh sliding over his length and bringing him far beyond dangerously close. “I can… I won’t… I can hold it.”
The determination in Al’s eyes made Lucius’ blood thrum. “Such a good boy.” Lucius purred reaching both arms forwards, one to pet Al’s hair, the other to lift the dessert still on the night-stand. “Such a good boy.” He repeated, enjoying the devilish charm of the phrase.
“Good boys deserve treats.” He informed Al, scooping up an enormous blob of cream with his fingers and smearing it messily across Al’s face.
Al, catching on quickly, sucked the fingers into his mouth like before, cleansing it of all the sugary goodness and, once they were withdrawn, Al poked out his sweet, pink tongue to lap away the mess Lucius had left over his cheeks and jaw as best he could. Smiling, Lucius bent forwards to lick the rest.
“Doesn’t that taste nice?” Lucius purred, smearing more cream over his own neck, pleased when Al lunged forwards without hesitation and suckled ravenously at his pulse point.
Lucius dolloped the cream over various parts of his upper torso, watching Al’s pink mouth dart about his body, lapping up every smear. Lucius growled wolfishly as Al kept going back to Lucius’ broad shoulders - he seemed to like those - and pushed the boy back to smear the last generous helping over his crotch.
Al couldn’t have looked more elated if he were a kid in a candy store. Which, come to think of it, was a rather appropriate analogy.
Lucius held himself up on his knees, so that Al had to arrange himself in a feline crouch to get level with his cock. The mingled smells of cream, sugar and hot musk were overpowering to Al’s intoxicated senses, but while Al longed to throw his face into the mass of messy goodness, he took a moment to savour what was being offered.
Poking out his tongue, Al licked a trail from inner thigh to balls, up Lucius shaft and licking around the head. Al wriggled his tongue into the slit at the top, tasting the bitter, sticky precome welled there.
Spurred on by whispered praise, Al dutifully licked Lucius clean, watching carefully how each stroke revealed more and more of the flushed pink shaft and all other flesh that surrounded it. Al had thought Lucius would be very hairy down there, but he was smooth and soft and Al wondered if, like Scorpius, all Malfoy men kept a religious grooming schedule. Mouthing around Lucius straining cock, Al dimly noted that he would probably have to ask Scorpius to teach him the art of hair removal at some point.
“Al!” Al looked up, still with Lucius’ prick in his mouth, captivated by the three beads of sweat running down Lucius’ face.
“I wish… I want…” Lucius cleared his throat and Al tried not to smirk triumphantly at having bought one of the most articulate men in Europe to near-speechlessness.
“I’m going to fuck you.” Lucius growled, pushing at Al’s shoulders and detaching him from his cock.
Al nodded, knowing that although it was phrased as a demand, it was still part question. “I’m ready.”
Lucius smirked. “I think I had best make sure of that.”
Lucius had planned on applying the same treatment to Albus as he’d done before, in the showers, but now Lucius doubted he’d have the patience. Instead, he looked breathlessly up at Albus as he coated his fingers with lube. “Do you do this to yourself?”
Lucius could have sobbed with relief when Al nodded and pulled his legs into position himself.
“I stretch quickly. But I usually only use a couple of fingers.” He informed a stunned Lucius.
Usually? Lucius was suddenly assaulted with images of Al inserting multiple fingers into himself, his knuckles, maybe even more… who knew how much the boy could take?
Lucius groaned, burying his face into Al’s thigh. “You are deliberately trying to kill me.”
Al grinned impishly. “Funny. I thought you were meant to be the killer.”
Lucius raised an impressed eyebrow at the boy’s nerve, before thrusting two fingers inside Al’s passage, gratified at the pained yelp.
Lucius smugly moved the fingers around inside the frantically clenching passage, searching for what would turn Al’s moans of pain into those of pleasure, knowing he had found it when Al froze in position and screamed.
And there it was, the effect of Lucius’ potion. Al babbled and snatched blindly at the covers, not understanding the overwhelming pleasure that Lucius’ fingers was providing. Lucius remembered the feeling, remembered a voice as rich and as sinful as dark chocolate chuckling darkly as Lucius panted with pleasure at the unnatural intensity. Lucius pressed harder, moaning in both arousal and a slight twinge of old grief as the boy’s jet-black hair tickled milk-white shoulders, his resemblance to his namesake suddenly painfully striking.
“Lucius…” Al’s voice cracked and Lucius couldn’t bring himself to correct him. Smiling fondly, he kissed Al’s stomach and started moving his hand, scissoring Al’s passage.
The thought occurred to Lucius to continue thrusting his fingers and stabbing at Al’s magically stimulated prostate, make the boy clamp down greedily as Lucius inserted finger after finger… but an indignant throb from his own needy flesh told Lucius that this wasn’t the time, and that making Al come from fingering alone could be explored at a later date.
“I’m ready… please hurry…” Al begged clutching at the bedsheets in an effort to prevent himself from coming. He did want to come with Lucius inside him, wanted to clamp his legs around a strong waist and bite down on a hard shoulder at the point of climax. But he was afraid that if Lucius didn’t enter him now, Al would waste his seed by spilling it unceremoniously over his own torso.
Thankfully, Lucius was feeling obliging. Breathing heavily, huffing out the odd curse, Lucius hastily positioned himself and buried his cock inside Al with a single, powerful thrust.
“Fucking hell!” Al thought his insides would rip apart, wouldn’t be surprised if they had. Yes, he had once or twice inserted roughly transfigured objects inside his body, but the intrusion had been gentle and gradual. The sudden searing stretch made Al’s eyes cross in pain and also overwhelming pleasure, and he hoped that Lucius wouldn’t notice the tears in his eyes as Al’s pain and pleasure fought it out.
Lucius himself was attempting to regain some vestige of control before he simply pounded his way to completion and seriously injured the virginal body beneath him. Resting between sweaty thighs with his forehead pressed against Al’s chest, Lucius grit his teeth and willed his hips to stay still. He didn’t want to traumatise the boy.
“You excite me tremendously.” Lucius offered, half apology, half explanation. He dared not look at the boy now, dared not provide his over excited body with more visual stimulation than Lucius could handle at present. Was Albus even aware of how erotic he was, glowing with sweat as he writhed and made those gorgeous little noises that went straight to Lucius cock?
“I’m okay.” Albus spoke in a small voice, and followed with a pained sniff that sobered Lucius enough to move his hips, ever so gently, listening carefully for any noises that might indicate Al was now in too much pain from Lucius rough entry.
Al tensed at first when he felt Lucius ramrod length probing further down his passage, but he willed himself to relax. It’ll keep hurting if you don’t relax Scorpius had informed him once, naturally having been the first of the pair to lose his virginity at fifteen.
Al spread his legs further in encouragement, letting out a pleased little moan in the hopes that Lucius would move a little more. Lucius drew out a little further this time, his precise little thrusts slowly becoming more natural as he relaxed into a rhythmic pace.
Lucius grunted harshly as he pumped his hips into the willing body below him. His body yearned for more vicious means of reaching orgasm, but he would not hurt Al again. Moaning in both pleasure and frustration, Lucius kept his pace and focussed on angling his hips to find Al’s enhanced pleasure spot again.
As soon as Al realised what Lucius was trying to accomplish through the twisting and rearranging of hips, he obligingly shifted his body with Lucius. Impatiently, Al reached around and seized hold of Lucius’ thigh and buttock, holding him in place as Al twisted beneath him, brow furrowed in concentration.
“Oh god!” Al jolted, his eyes rolling back as Lucius’ cock pressed into his unnaturally sensitive prostate. “There, right there!”
Lucius growled with triumph at the boy’s obvious pleasure, driving forwards with force, but waiting for Albus’ moan of approval to continue with the same speed and pressure. Al was bucking and writhing under Lucius’ body, pain clearly subsided and replaced with nothing but blinding pleasure.
“Ah! Ahh!” Albus shouted, his eyes snapping open as he realised his orgasm was now fast approaching. Lucius mouth parted in awe as he watched the perfect boy throw his head back in ecstasy, beautiful hands clutching desperately at Lucius’ shoulders and slender ankles linking tightly over the small of Lucius’ back.
Wanting Al to receive as much pleasure as he possibly could from his climax, Lucius quickly wrapped a large hand around Al’s cock to milk the first spurts of white, gasping hoarsely as he felt the hot flesh in his hand pulse against his palm.
When Al surfaced from his euphoric haze, he could only see Lucius staring down at him in rapture, mouth parted in a low, continuous moan. He was also dimly aware that Lucius was moving again, his thrusts shorter and pushing further into Al’s body than he would have previously thought possible.
Smiling serenely, Al gathered his remaining strength and forced his arse to clamp tightly around Lucius’ cock, causing the man to swear loudly, stop and shudder as he emptied his balls inside Al with an expression of pure bliss.
Once he was done, Lucius’ elbows shook and gave way, letting the heavy man fall onto Al’s chest with a happily defeated sigh.
Al twirled sweaty length of hair between his fingers, secretly thrilling in having bought Lucius Malfoy to this point of exhaustion. His post-orgasmic haze mingled with the haze bought on by the champagne, and Al could feel himself slipping slowly into unconsciousness.
“Stay here tonight.” Lucius’ voice was muffled by Al’s chest, and seemed to come from far away, and the next moment, Al was asleep.
*
“You’ll both behave, won’t you?” Astoria bent down to give Albus and Scorpius each a swift kiss on each cheek as the train to the Hogwarts Express tooted impatiently.
Al’s heart ached as she squeezed his hand - she had, all summer, been under the impression that Scorpius and Al were secret lovers, not knowing that Al had happily lived out the remainder of the holidays hanging out with his best friend during the day and having sex with Lucius at night.
“We’ll be fine, Mum.” Scorpius assured his mother, straightening up and smiling.
Draco grunted with proud approval. Scorpius was even wearing trousers, clearly making an effort to please his father. Draco coughed and gruffly clapped his hand on Scorpius’ shoulder in a fatherly gesture. Al nearly fainted with shock when Draco did the same to him. He felt more emotional than when Astoria had squeezed his hand.
Lucius extended his own hand to Albus in the guise of a shake, but Albus could feel some sort of object come into his grasp as Lucius clasped slightly tighter than was usual.
Later, alone in the carriage, when Scorpius darted out to change back into his kilt, Al withdrew the object Lucius had pressed into his hand. It was a small piece of parchment, bulkily folded over what appeared to be a glittering silver ring. Al read the letter twice before examining the silver band, adorned with an oddly colourful gemstone that looked like some sort of opal and engraved with the Malfoy family crest.
“What’s that?”
Albus jumped, stuffing Lucius’ letter into his pocket, but Scorpius was focussed on the ring pinched between Al’s fingers.
“Is that-?” Scorpius cried out in delight and waved his right hand under Al’s face where an identical ring glittered. “That’s a family ring! Mum gave you a family ring!”
“I guess…” Al said slowly, not wanting to admit it had been Lucius, but not wanting to get caught out in a fib. “Actually, your grandfather gave it to me, but I think it might have been Astoria’s idea.”
Scorpius nodded, and then looked up suddenly as though a thought had just occurred. “Oh yeah, Mum wanted to know if you’d be spending every holidays with us. That’s probably why she gave you the ring. I mean, not that you’re not like family already, but-”
“Every holiday?”
Scorpius rolled his eyes. “Well duh. You’re family now.”
Al blinked, processing this information, then smiled and leant back to enjoy the rest of the ride to Hogwarts, already impatient for the term to end so that he could return to Malfoy Manor. The whole while, Albus kept Lucius’ letter in his hand.
Albus Severus Potter.
This ring once belonged to a man named Severus Snape. You may have heard of him.
Albus had smirked.
You may also have noticed a similar ring on myself, or if not, Scorpius. This ring represents being a part of the Malfoy family, and I entrusted it to Severus many years ago.
I can see no course of action more fitting than to bestow it to you, Albus Severus. Whether you are aware of this or not, you have long since been considered a member of this family, a brother to Scorpius, a second son to Astoria, and despite past events, my son has often expressed an admiration for your ‘having gotten over a lethal injection of the ginger gene’.
I sincerely hope that you will accept this invitation into our family, Albus. Have a safe school year.
Yours only.
Lucius Malfoy
Pairing: Lucius Malfoy/Albus Severus Potter
Rating: N-17
Summary: Al and Lucius have already been getting a little frisky this evening, but will tonight be the night Al surrenders his virginity?
Warnings/Endorsements: First time!sex, food!sex, drunk!sex, magical!sex, and kilted!scorp
Disclaimers: JK rowling owns all Harry Potter characters, and kilted!scorp is an invention of fbowden (but I do so love to play with him)
Part One: Harmless
Part Two Those Hard to Reach Places
~*~
“Do you know?” Scorpius said thoughtfully as he and Al headed down to dinner together. “I think this is the first time you’ve taken longer than me getting ready.”
Al hummed vaguely in response, hoping Scorpius didn’t see the blush.
“Holy crap.” Al muttered to Scorpius as he hesitated at the double-door leading to the formal dining room. Draco, Astoria and Lucius were already seated, talking lightly over the classical music that seemed to emit from the lavishly decorated walls.
Scorpius smoothed his new kilt and gave Al a sympathetic look. “Relax. It looks flash but it’s just dinner. Don’t worry.”
“Who’s worrying? I stopped worrying four or five levels of hysteria ago-”
“Albus, Scorpius, how nice of you to join us.” Astoria sipped pointedly from her wine glass as she awaited their excuse.
“Sorry Mum.” Scorpius raised an accusing eyebrow at Al in an unnerving imitation of his grandfather. “We took a while getting ready.”
Astoria looked from Al, to Scorpius, then back to Al, a small smile playing across her lips.
Al smiled back and glanced at his entrée, oblivious to the smug look Astoria exchanged with her husband.
Albus liked Astoria; ever since Al had first met her in the summer after his first year, she had gone out of her way to make Al feel welcome, and encouraged his friendship with Scorpius. Even Draco’s initial ornery tolerance of Albus had eventually lead to a grudging respect of one another.
After multiple unsuccessful attempts to diagnose what exactly dinner consisted of, Al simply deemed it as ‘delicious’ and helped himself to seconds. After the initial awkwardness of being in formal attire, amid classical music and candles, Al was feeling much more at ease, although granted, that may have been down to the wine that Lucius had insisted the boys be allowed.
“Dessert, sirs!” A slightly plumpish house else announced, setting before Al a creamy, syrupy mass that made his mouth water just looking at it.
Quickly glancing about to make sure it was indeed okay to start eating, Al froze when he caught sight of Lucius.
He was… Merlin, the man was practically fellating his spoon. Al watched, his own dessert forgotten as Lucius heaped cream upon his spoon and licked it away with broad strokes, grey eyes glowing with promise.
Al blushed, the alcohol in his system heating his cheeks a shade or two darker than usual. Lucius heated stare was doing nothing to help, nor was the blatantly obscene manner in which he was now trailing a syrupy finger over his lower lip, occasionally letting slip between-
“None for me.” Scorpius declared loudly and suddenly, making Al jump and drop his spoon to the floor with a startled ‘oh!’
When Al surfaced, avoiding looking at Lucius and the smirk he knew would be there, Scorpius was glaring petulantly and pushing away his plate.
“I don’t need to get any fatter, okay?”
Astroria sighed and poured more wine. Draco pinched his nose irritably. “For God’s sake, Scorpius, for the last time, you’re not fat!”
“Have you seen my thighs lately?” Scorpius demanded.
“How could we not?” Lucius muttered, eyeing Scorpius’ kilt.
“If you’re so worried about people seeing your thighs, maybe you could start wearing trousers again?” Draco tried hopefully. Or at least underwear was the afterthought everyone at the table yearned to add.
“What about you, Albus?” Astoria said suddenly. “Scorpius doesn’t need to lose weight, does he? He looks good, don’t you think?”
“Er…” Al turned imploringly to Scorpius, who was now hollowing his cheeks and examining the effect with his spoon.
“Oh, do leave Scorpius alone.” Lucius commented airily, earning himself a simpering smile from his grandson. “After all, he is merely keeping up appearances, surely he is to be commended for his efforts. However, I for one cannot get enough of this scrumptious dessert. Have another portion sent to my room, wont you? I should like to indulge myself later.” Lucius looked right at Albus as he spoke those last seven words.
Albus blushed and looked back at his untouched plate, mouth now watering for something else entirely.
~*~
When the Malfoys did formal, they really did formal, Al thought to himself dryly as the evening rounded off with drinks in the parlor. Never mind the fact that he and Scorpius were itching to get out of their formal wear, Al couldn’t stop his mind from wandering back to thoughts involving Lucius and spoons.
“I believe champagne is in order.” Lucius snapped his fingers and mere moments later, a house elf scurried into the exorbitant sitting room, bearing a tray laden with flutes filled to the brim with sparkling fluid.
“Occasion?” Astoria asked with surprise, reaching eagerly for a glass nevertheless.
“Why, young Albus’ extended visit, clearly.”
Astoria smiled. “Of course.” She raised her flute, throwing Draco another strange smile. “Thank you, Albus, for gracing us with your company these summer holidays. We hope, naturally, that you find your stay enjoyable.”
Then, to Albus’ horror, she snuck a look at Scorpius and winked conspiratorially.
“Er…” Albus and Scorpius looked at each other, mortified, before draining their glasses with enthusiasm.
Astoria beamed and immediately started whispering to Draco, shooting Al shifty little glances.
“I’d say my Mum’s planning to seduce you or she’s plotting our engagement.” Scorpius remarked dryly, re-filling his glass.
“Either way - thanks but no thanks.” Al retorted, chancing a look at Lucius, who was just lowering his empty glass. Once done, he traced his tongue slowly around his lips, fixing Al with another predatory stare.
~*~
The evening wound down soon after the drinks. Astoria downed another three glasses before leaning against her husband lecherously and muttering seductively in his ear, though sadly not quietly enough for all the gathered men to not hear every word she was saying.
“Okay. That was gross.” Scorpius shuddered after a very red Draco had carried her to bed with a hasty apology.
“Worse than her trying to subtly start a conversation about gay-friendly wedding venues?” Lucius smirked, clearly enjoying every moment of the evening.
“Well, no.” Scorp agreed grudgingly. “Sorry about that, Al, she can be right embarrassing when she’s had a few.”
“It’s not that bad.” Al said defensively, thinking of his own hysterical mother and suddenly feeling very protective of Astoria. Scorpius shrugged and rose from the couch to get another drink.
Once at the bar, Scorpius bypassed the champagne and poured himself a shot of vodka, clearly to erase the memories of his mother hissing a stream of lewd acts down Draco’s crimson ear.
Al was unsurprised - Scorpius had to get his perverted nature from somewhere.
Oh! Al flinched as a hand struck out of nowhere seized hold of his knee. Al looked up in alarm, but Lucius wasn’t looking back at him - his eyes were fixed on his grandson, should he turn and see Lucius running his hand further up Al’s leg, up to caress his thigh. Al’s pulse thrummed as Lucius stretched his fingers out to lightly touch Al’s groin, and Al wondered if perhaps the streak of perversity was a Malfoy trait after all…
“That champagne gives you the most beautiful blush.” Lucius muttered so quietly that Al, who was right next to the man, had to strain to hear him. Scorpius, hearing nothing, poured himself another vodka.
“Not used to drinking.” Al said honestly, smiling for no real reason at all. His head felt light, and combined with Lucius’ close proximity, his clothes felt far too hot for his body… or was it the other way around? It didn’t matter, Al honestly didn’t think it would be an issue later on…
Al made a pleased little noise when Lucius gave a sudden squeeze and Lucius cleared his throat, feeling rather hot around the collar. He found himself utterly captivated by the charmingly drunk youth now smiling sweetly at him, parting his legs cheekily to give better access to Lucius’ teasing strokes.
“I don’t need to tell you to be in my quarters tonight.” Lucius hissed, squeezing Al’s thigh again. Al could smell the alcohol on Lucius’ breath and he loved it.
“No… I mean, yes. I’ll find it - you.” Al stumbled as he squirmed in an effort to disguise the protuberant lump growing fast under Lucius’ fingers, which were withdrawn in a flash just as Scorpius turned to sashay back to the couch.
“Whaddayootoo talkin’ abou’?” Scorpius slurred, sprawling gracelessly next to Al and providing all present with a lovely view up his kilt.
~*~
Scorpius had fallen asleep early, much to Al’s relief. He had wasted no time in changing out of his uncomfortable dress robes and into a tshirt and pyjama bottoms, wishing that he owned satin night robes like Scorpius. Still, Lucius seemed more intent on what Albus kept under his pyjamas, so…
Despite initial panic, Al’s worries about finding Lucius’ quarters were quickly abated; clearly having anticipated Al’s crap sense of direction, Lucius had taken the courtesy of slipping a set of instructions in Al’s pocket at some point during the evening.
The instructions themselves were clearly charmed, for they not only consisted of standard directions (left at the staircase, right at the portrait of Abraxas Malfoy) but also some not-so-standard (not there, foolish boy - hurry up, I’m waiting - don’t make me start without you, now…) which had Al practically running down the corridors in an effort to get there as quick as possible.
Once Al reached the elaborate set of double doors, which he would never have guessed as a bedroom, he knocked tentatively. After his second tap, the door swung open, his hand was seized, and Al found himself being pulled forwards into the semi-darkness of Lucius Malfoy’s candlelit bedroom.
“About time, boy.” Lucius growled against Al’s ear, pausing to suck the lobe before roughly pulling at Al’s tshirt and casting it to the shadows.
“Sorry… I… big house…” Al explained weakly as his knees threatened to give out from under him, head spinning from the suddenness of the assault.
Lucius grunted in smug agreement and approval, moving his hungry mouth to Al’s neck, tasting the flesh still hot from the alcohol consumed earlier that evening. The blush had indeed been endearing - Lucius had fought with himself all through dinner not to knock his food to the floor and simply drag the boy upstairs, or perhaps ravish him there on the table.
Lucius let his teeth drag along Al’s exposed collarbone, gratified when he boy bucked his hips forwards, swearing loudly. Smirking wickedly, Lucius fell to his knees and sucked a deep shuddering breath when he saw Al’s prick straining at full hardness already, confined by his pinstriped pyjama bottoms, which Lucius yanked down slender legs without ceremony, too eager to lay eyes on what Lucius was sure must be one of the most beautiful young pricks in England. No, the world Lucius corrected as he feasted his eyes upon the smooth, flushed shaft, throbbing with excited blood and darkening in color before Lucius’ very eyes.
Al’s head was spinning as he fought the orgasm that threatened to burst forth without so much as a touch to his cock. He mewled, trailing fingers up Lucius face, trying to coax Lucius into moving up so that Al might have some skin to feast on. Lucius chuckled and obliged, standing at his full height so that the boy could kiss at Lucius’ face and neck with thankful enthusiasm.
Lucius let out a long, low groan in response to how amazingly good those young, wet lips felt, and the open mouth was too great a temptation for Albus. Pulling away from Lucius’ throat with a wet sucking noise, Al reached up onto his toes to press his face against Lucius’ mouth. Not waiting tentatively for permission this time, Al threaded his arms around Lucius neck and pulled him down, deeper into the kiss. Hormones and adrenaline cheering him on, Al thrust his tongue between Lucius lips, delighting in the erotic noises each lick elicited from the older man.
It wasn’t long at all before both Al and Lucius were heaving with laboured breaths. Al moaned at the feeling of Lucius’ broad chest expanding and contracting with excitement, pressing his hips against Lucius with a needy thrust.
Not wanting the boy to come just from kissing and frottage like before, Lucius broke away slowing the steady grinding of Al’s hips with a firm touch.
Al’s sigh of disappointment quickly turned into a gasp of surprise as Lucius hitched an arm under his leg and lifted the naked boy easily, legs clinging desperately to either side of his waist.
Lucius took three long strides and roughly deposited Al on his enormous bed. Lucius waited a moment, standing back to admire Al’s flustered scramble into sitting position.
Once Al was seated, Lucius strode impressively to his bedside drawer, where Al could see two glasses of champagne and (gulp) the dessert Lucius had requested earlier at dinner.
Suprisingly, Lucius took only one of the glasses in his long-fingered hand. “This one is for you.” He informed Al, pressing the ice-cold rim of the glass to the boys lips.
Over dinner, whilst watching Al’s cheeks darken with every sip of the wine he was so unaccustomed to, Lucius had come to the conclusion that an intoxicated Albus was overwhelmingly endearing, and so the drink that he now offered the young innocent was not only substantially more alcoholic than the wine and champagne from earlier that evening, but it was also laced with a particular potion of Lucius’ own brewing. Lucius took sinful pleasure in watching Al willingly sip from his hands with blind trust, oblivious to the potency of what he was so eagerly consuming.
Al swallowed the bittersweet fluid eagerly, draining the entire glass. Or so he thought; once empty, Lucius swirled his fingers in the dregs of the crystal, gathering all remaining moisture. Al barely had time to register the sexy suggestiveness of Lucius’ glistening fingers before they were roughly thrust into his mouth.
Al moaned and sucked around the flavoured digits, licking them clean with enthusiasm, fixated on the delightful notion of what other orifices these same fingers would later explore.
That wet, velvety tongue caressing the soft pads of Lucius’ fingers was testing the older man’s limits to the extreme as the boy fixed him with a dazed stare. Lucius’ breathing stumbled as Albus deliberately pressed his top teeth into Lucius’ fingers, smirking when Lucius withdrew them in favour of reaching for the second glass of champagne.
“This one is for me.” Lucius informed Al matter-of-factly, before striking out with his other hand, catching Al’s chest and knocking him flat against the bed.
“Oof!” Al grunted, blaming the alcohol for his easy topple backwards. The room was spinning and his skin felt unnaturally warm and tingly.
Al gasped as a sudden trickle of icy cold fluid spilled over his chest, specifically over his right nipple. Al only had a second to appreciate the sharp sting before a hot, wet tongue was laving it away.
“Delicious.” Lucius purred against Al’s chest, enjoying the way Al squirmed as Lucius sucked at the stiff pink nipple. Drawing away to take aim, Lucius poured another generous amount on the body lain before him, this time splashing a path from left nipple to navel. Al yelped at the cold, but didn’t complain - the warm, soothing lick to follow was more than worth the cold discomfort, if the discomfort was even that at all.
Lucius bent forwards and licked at the glistening beads of moisture, capturing all drops that threatened to spill over the boy’s slender torso. When Lucius reached Al’s heaving stomach, he didn’t hesitate to plunge his tongue into Al’s navel, swirling pointedly to prompt earlier memories of the evening.
“Oh-h-h…” Al moaned and turned his face away, embarrassed by the way his body revealed just how much he was enjoying the treatment. He needn’t have worried so; Lucius, rather than put off by the boy’s mewls and constant writhing, found that Al’s painfully obvious need only served to heighten Lucius’ own raw excitement.
Swilling the last of the champagne and considering his next move, Lucius clenched his teeth as Al bunched his fingers in the covers and drove his hips wantonly in the air. Merlin, he was practically waving it right under Lucius’ nose, and Lucius watched, hypnotised, as the heavy, swollen length swayed tantalisingly in front of him, before Al collapsed into the mattress with a needy yowl.
Drip. Drip. Drip. Al tensed and gasped as he felt the last dribbles of champagne trickle over his groin, every drop a promise of where Lucius’ mouth would be next. Long strands of blonde hair tickled Al’s stomach, and he let out a heartfelt wail when he looked down and saw Lucius shuffling further down the bed, coming to nestle between Al’s legs.
Lucius’ looked up and pushed his hair back, smiling slyly at Al’s pleading expression. Lucius licked his lips with a greedy hum and a wicked expression as his hands rubbed smooth hipbones soothingly. He kept a tight hold on Al’s hips, predicting the involuntary buck they gave as Lucius lowered his head and enveloped Al’s cock in soft, wet heat.
After taking a moment to revel in Al’s grateful moan, Lucius set to work, memorising each detail, taking note of all the little noises Al made and each little trick that elicited such delicious reactions. When Lucius rubbed the flat of his tongue up and down the underside of Al’s inflamed shaft, the boy started babbling a stream of such delightfully filthy dialogue that Lucius found himself having to subtly grinding his hips into the bedsheets to relieve some of the building tension.
Curious hands started threading through Lucius’ hair, making Lucius jolt and very nearly come at the unexpected pleasure. Dextrous fingers were raking through his mane, easing out the tensions in Lucius’ scalp unawares. It was more intimate than Lucius should have allowed perhaps, but it felt so good that he couldn’t bring himself to stop it.
He did stop, however, when Al’s breathing became a little too quick and his hips started giving tiny thrusts, inching Al further and further down Lucius’ throat. All were sure signs of imminent orgasm, and Lucius was far from done with the beautiful virgin writhing on his bed to let this end so quickly.
Lucius straightened up, smirking at Al’s indignant whine. His whine became a heartfelt “oh fuck!” as Lucius quickly straddled him, planting his knees on either side of Al’s body in an effort to control his begging thrusts.
“Language, Mr Potter.” Lucius admonished, giving Al’s thigh a rebuking slap, eliciting the most beautiful yelp Lucius had ever heard.
Lucius groaned and said something under his breath, but Al didn’t properly register the words, too focussed on the sight of Lucius’ fully erect cock.
“I’m going to… please let me…” the pained expression of Al holding back his orgasm was almost enough to push Lucius over the edge himself.
“Two orgasms in such a short space of time, and yet you still struggle for control?” perhaps it was the alcohol, or just that Al was needy beyond shame, but he nodded frantically, his eyes wide and pleading. Lucius considered the boy for a moment, before bending down and kissing him gently.
“I was hoping tonight you would come with me inside you.” Lucius said softly, making Al moan at the visions the words conjured. “But if you are in real distress, I am sure I can stand to-”
“No!” Al gasped, arching his hips away from the warm, solid flesh sliding over his length and bringing him far beyond dangerously close. “I can… I won’t… I can hold it.”
The determination in Al’s eyes made Lucius’ blood thrum. “Such a good boy.” Lucius purred reaching both arms forwards, one to pet Al’s hair, the other to lift the dessert still on the night-stand. “Such a good boy.” He repeated, enjoying the devilish charm of the phrase.
“Good boys deserve treats.” He informed Al, scooping up an enormous blob of cream with his fingers and smearing it messily across Al’s face.
Al, catching on quickly, sucked the fingers into his mouth like before, cleansing it of all the sugary goodness and, once they were withdrawn, Al poked out his sweet, pink tongue to lap away the mess Lucius had left over his cheeks and jaw as best he could. Smiling, Lucius bent forwards to lick the rest.
“Doesn’t that taste nice?” Lucius purred, smearing more cream over his own neck, pleased when Al lunged forwards without hesitation and suckled ravenously at his pulse point.
Lucius dolloped the cream over various parts of his upper torso, watching Al’s pink mouth dart about his body, lapping up every smear. Lucius growled wolfishly as Al kept going back to Lucius’ broad shoulders - he seemed to like those - and pushed the boy back to smear the last generous helping over his crotch.
Al couldn’t have looked more elated if he were a kid in a candy store. Which, come to think of it, was a rather appropriate analogy.
Lucius held himself up on his knees, so that Al had to arrange himself in a feline crouch to get level with his cock. The mingled smells of cream, sugar and hot musk were overpowering to Al’s intoxicated senses, but while Al longed to throw his face into the mass of messy goodness, he took a moment to savour what was being offered.
Poking out his tongue, Al licked a trail from inner thigh to balls, up Lucius shaft and licking around the head. Al wriggled his tongue into the slit at the top, tasting the bitter, sticky precome welled there.
Spurred on by whispered praise, Al dutifully licked Lucius clean, watching carefully how each stroke revealed more and more of the flushed pink shaft and all other flesh that surrounded it. Al had thought Lucius would be very hairy down there, but he was smooth and soft and Al wondered if, like Scorpius, all Malfoy men kept a religious grooming schedule. Mouthing around Lucius straining cock, Al dimly noted that he would probably have to ask Scorpius to teach him the art of hair removal at some point.
“Al!” Al looked up, still with Lucius’ prick in his mouth, captivated by the three beads of sweat running down Lucius’ face.
“I wish… I want…” Lucius cleared his throat and Al tried not to smirk triumphantly at having bought one of the most articulate men in Europe to near-speechlessness.
“I’m going to fuck you.” Lucius growled, pushing at Al’s shoulders and detaching him from his cock.
Al nodded, knowing that although it was phrased as a demand, it was still part question. “I’m ready.”
Lucius smirked. “I think I had best make sure of that.”
Lucius had planned on applying the same treatment to Albus as he’d done before, in the showers, but now Lucius doubted he’d have the patience. Instead, he looked breathlessly up at Albus as he coated his fingers with lube. “Do you do this to yourself?”
Lucius could have sobbed with relief when Al nodded and pulled his legs into position himself.
“I stretch quickly. But I usually only use a couple of fingers.” He informed a stunned Lucius.
Usually? Lucius was suddenly assaulted with images of Al inserting multiple fingers into himself, his knuckles, maybe even more… who knew how much the boy could take?
Lucius groaned, burying his face into Al’s thigh. “You are deliberately trying to kill me.”
Al grinned impishly. “Funny. I thought you were meant to be the killer.”
Lucius raised an impressed eyebrow at the boy’s nerve, before thrusting two fingers inside Al’s passage, gratified at the pained yelp.
Lucius smugly moved the fingers around inside the frantically clenching passage, searching for what would turn Al’s moans of pain into those of pleasure, knowing he had found it when Al froze in position and screamed.
And there it was, the effect of Lucius’ potion. Al babbled and snatched blindly at the covers, not understanding the overwhelming pleasure that Lucius’ fingers was providing. Lucius remembered the feeling, remembered a voice as rich and as sinful as dark chocolate chuckling darkly as Lucius panted with pleasure at the unnatural intensity. Lucius pressed harder, moaning in both arousal and a slight twinge of old grief as the boy’s jet-black hair tickled milk-white shoulders, his resemblance to his namesake suddenly painfully striking.
“Lucius…” Al’s voice cracked and Lucius couldn’t bring himself to correct him. Smiling fondly, he kissed Al’s stomach and started moving his hand, scissoring Al’s passage.
The thought occurred to Lucius to continue thrusting his fingers and stabbing at Al’s magically stimulated prostate, make the boy clamp down greedily as Lucius inserted finger after finger… but an indignant throb from his own needy flesh told Lucius that this wasn’t the time, and that making Al come from fingering alone could be explored at a later date.
“I’m ready… please hurry…” Al begged clutching at the bedsheets in an effort to prevent himself from coming. He did want to come with Lucius inside him, wanted to clamp his legs around a strong waist and bite down on a hard shoulder at the point of climax. But he was afraid that if Lucius didn’t enter him now, Al would waste his seed by spilling it unceremoniously over his own torso.
Thankfully, Lucius was feeling obliging. Breathing heavily, huffing out the odd curse, Lucius hastily positioned himself and buried his cock inside Al with a single, powerful thrust.
“Fucking hell!” Al thought his insides would rip apart, wouldn’t be surprised if they had. Yes, he had once or twice inserted roughly transfigured objects inside his body, but the intrusion had been gentle and gradual. The sudden searing stretch made Al’s eyes cross in pain and also overwhelming pleasure, and he hoped that Lucius wouldn’t notice the tears in his eyes as Al’s pain and pleasure fought it out.
Lucius himself was attempting to regain some vestige of control before he simply pounded his way to completion and seriously injured the virginal body beneath him. Resting between sweaty thighs with his forehead pressed against Al’s chest, Lucius grit his teeth and willed his hips to stay still. He didn’t want to traumatise the boy.
“You excite me tremendously.” Lucius offered, half apology, half explanation. He dared not look at the boy now, dared not provide his over excited body with more visual stimulation than Lucius could handle at present. Was Albus even aware of how erotic he was, glowing with sweat as he writhed and made those gorgeous little noises that went straight to Lucius cock?
“I’m okay.” Albus spoke in a small voice, and followed with a pained sniff that sobered Lucius enough to move his hips, ever so gently, listening carefully for any noises that might indicate Al was now in too much pain from Lucius rough entry.
Al tensed at first when he felt Lucius ramrod length probing further down his passage, but he willed himself to relax. It’ll keep hurting if you don’t relax Scorpius had informed him once, naturally having been the first of the pair to lose his virginity at fifteen.
Al spread his legs further in encouragement, letting out a pleased little moan in the hopes that Lucius would move a little more. Lucius drew out a little further this time, his precise little thrusts slowly becoming more natural as he relaxed into a rhythmic pace.
Lucius grunted harshly as he pumped his hips into the willing body below him. His body yearned for more vicious means of reaching orgasm, but he would not hurt Al again. Moaning in both pleasure and frustration, Lucius kept his pace and focussed on angling his hips to find Al’s enhanced pleasure spot again.
As soon as Al realised what Lucius was trying to accomplish through the twisting and rearranging of hips, he obligingly shifted his body with Lucius. Impatiently, Al reached around and seized hold of Lucius’ thigh and buttock, holding him in place as Al twisted beneath him, brow furrowed in concentration.
“Oh god!” Al jolted, his eyes rolling back as Lucius’ cock pressed into his unnaturally sensitive prostate. “There, right there!”
Lucius growled with triumph at the boy’s obvious pleasure, driving forwards with force, but waiting for Albus’ moan of approval to continue with the same speed and pressure. Al was bucking and writhing under Lucius’ body, pain clearly subsided and replaced with nothing but blinding pleasure.
“Ah! Ahh!” Albus shouted, his eyes snapping open as he realised his orgasm was now fast approaching. Lucius mouth parted in awe as he watched the perfect boy throw his head back in ecstasy, beautiful hands clutching desperately at Lucius’ shoulders and slender ankles linking tightly over the small of Lucius’ back.
Wanting Al to receive as much pleasure as he possibly could from his climax, Lucius quickly wrapped a large hand around Al’s cock to milk the first spurts of white, gasping hoarsely as he felt the hot flesh in his hand pulse against his palm.
When Al surfaced from his euphoric haze, he could only see Lucius staring down at him in rapture, mouth parted in a low, continuous moan. He was also dimly aware that Lucius was moving again, his thrusts shorter and pushing further into Al’s body than he would have previously thought possible.
Smiling serenely, Al gathered his remaining strength and forced his arse to clamp tightly around Lucius’ cock, causing the man to swear loudly, stop and shudder as he emptied his balls inside Al with an expression of pure bliss.
Once he was done, Lucius’ elbows shook and gave way, letting the heavy man fall onto Al’s chest with a happily defeated sigh.
Al twirled sweaty length of hair between his fingers, secretly thrilling in having bought Lucius Malfoy to this point of exhaustion. His post-orgasmic haze mingled with the haze bought on by the champagne, and Al could feel himself slipping slowly into unconsciousness.
“Stay here tonight.” Lucius’ voice was muffled by Al’s chest, and seemed to come from far away, and the next moment, Al was asleep.
*
“You’ll both behave, won’t you?” Astoria bent down to give Albus and Scorpius each a swift kiss on each cheek as the train to the Hogwarts Express tooted impatiently.
Al’s heart ached as she squeezed his hand - she had, all summer, been under the impression that Scorpius and Al were secret lovers, not knowing that Al had happily lived out the remainder of the holidays hanging out with his best friend during the day and having sex with Lucius at night.
“We’ll be fine, Mum.” Scorpius assured his mother, straightening up and smiling.
Draco grunted with proud approval. Scorpius was even wearing trousers, clearly making an effort to please his father. Draco coughed and gruffly clapped his hand on Scorpius’ shoulder in a fatherly gesture. Al nearly fainted with shock when Draco did the same to him. He felt more emotional than when Astoria had squeezed his hand.
Lucius extended his own hand to Albus in the guise of a shake, but Albus could feel some sort of object come into his grasp as Lucius clasped slightly tighter than was usual.
Later, alone in the carriage, when Scorpius darted out to change back into his kilt, Al withdrew the object Lucius had pressed into his hand. It was a small piece of parchment, bulkily folded over what appeared to be a glittering silver ring. Al read the letter twice before examining the silver band, adorned with an oddly colourful gemstone that looked like some sort of opal and engraved with the Malfoy family crest.
“What’s that?”
Albus jumped, stuffing Lucius’ letter into his pocket, but Scorpius was focussed on the ring pinched between Al’s fingers.
“Is that-?” Scorpius cried out in delight and waved his right hand under Al’s face where an identical ring glittered. “That’s a family ring! Mum gave you a family ring!”
“I guess…” Al said slowly, not wanting to admit it had been Lucius, but not wanting to get caught out in a fib. “Actually, your grandfather gave it to me, but I think it might have been Astoria’s idea.”
Scorpius nodded, and then looked up suddenly as though a thought had just occurred. “Oh yeah, Mum wanted to know if you’d be spending every holidays with us. That’s probably why she gave you the ring. I mean, not that you’re not like family already, but-”
“Every holiday?”
Scorpius rolled his eyes. “Well duh. You’re family now.”
Al blinked, processing this information, then smiled and leant back to enjoy the rest of the ride to Hogwarts, already impatient for the term to end so that he could return to Malfoy Manor. The whole while, Albus kept Lucius’ letter in his hand.
Albus Severus Potter.
This ring once belonged to a man named Severus Snape. You may have heard of him.
Albus had smirked.
You may also have noticed a similar ring on myself, or if not, Scorpius. This ring represents being a part of the Malfoy family, and I entrusted it to Severus many years ago.
I can see no course of action more fitting than to bestow it to you, Albus Severus. Whether you are aware of this or not, you have long since been considered a member of this family, a brother to Scorpius, a second son to Astoria, and despite past events, my son has often expressed an admiration for your ‘having gotten over a lethal injection of the ginger gene’.
I sincerely hope that you will accept this invitation into our family, Albus. Have a safe school year.
Yours only.
Lucius Malfoy