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The carpet crunched beneath his footsteps. He knew it was a deep green
from all the times he'd been here before, but all the lights were out
now.
Only the curtains were open, the faint white light from the moon pouring
in from them. Every few minutes one of the thin filmy curtains blew wide
with each gust of wind, bringing in a slight breeze in the otherwise warm
house. The smell of cut grass wafted in on the breeze; the house elves
must have recently trimmed it.
He kept walking, the carpet beneath his feet muffling his footsteps until
they faded to nothingness. He made his way steadily towards Lucius'
bedroom. He knew that'd be where Lucius was. That was where he always
was for these midnight visits while the rest of the family was away.
He got the owl today, telling him that Lucius wanted him, had to have him
that night. So as his clock struck midnight, he floo'd into the massive
fireplace in the Malfoy sitting room. Lucius didn't have a fireplace in
his bedroom or else he would have floo'd in there.
So he kept walking, passing tapestries and closed oak doors. The fairer
haired man would be waiting at the end of the hall, in the room with the
open door. He didn't care what was behind the other doors; the only door
that mattered was the open door. He nervously tugged on the front tie of
his robes before pulling the tie open. Nervous fingers worked on the
buttons as he moved down the hall. He knew Lucius, knew the man would
want him naked before he ever stepped across the threshold of his room.
This was a dangerous dance that they had begun long ago, but it was only
in the last two years that he and Lucius had begun a more private
relationship; a relationship that they kept hidden from everyone and
everything. It had to be that way, especially with Voldemort still around.
His school robes fell off his body with barely a whisper as he moved into
the room. Lucius was already there, half way across the room. He was
standing in front of the windows, the cool white light of the moon
streaming over his naked skin.
His visitor fell to his knees, one hand extending out slowly to rest into
the soft dark green carpet. His movements became an exaggerated crawl,
his hips swaying, shoulder blades poking out so that he resembled a large
hungry cat. They both knew there was only one predator here, and one prey.
A gust of wind came through the window, cooling heated flesh, and he
stared as the thin white curtain drifted over Lucius outlining the body of
his lover and of the half hard cock that rested between his legs.
He unconsciously licked his lips, lust flaring dangerously in his eyes
before he glanced up at Lucius. The man might as well have been cut from
marble, his body white and chiseled in the light from the moon. The cool
gray eyes that regarded him, showing no emotion, were no exception from
the illusion of cut stone.
He felt his own length filling at the coolness in those eyes, before
dropping his own. 'Only a few more feet to go,' he thought. Then Lucius'
soft skin would be beneath his lips, and he would see the fire coming out
of Lucius' eyes. That's all that mattered.
He stopped to place a soft kiss on the inside of Lucius' ankle. Even with
the windows open, the man's skin was scaldingly hot, and he could feel the
faint beat of Lucius' heart against his lips. A soft pink tongue flicked
out, trailing along Lucius' calf, until he reached up to grab onto strong
hips to steady himself.
He nipped softly at the top of his thighs, nibbling with the faintest
touch of lips and teeth. Only the slightly accelerated breathing gave
away the fact that Lucius was enjoying it. He knew if he looked up, those
stormy eyes would still be cold; it wouldn't be until later that they
would show anything else.
Nuzzling the coarse white hairs at Lucius' groin, he allowed himself a
soft smile. His tongue darted out again, bypassing the hardening length
to lap at the soft sac beneath. He heard Lucius suck in a sharp breath
before sucking the flesh between his lips, rolling the soft orbs over his
tongue.
A hoarse groan resonated through the room, and he felt the vibration of
the sound even here. Long, tapered fingers came to rest on the back of
his head before he released the flesh in his mouth, the tip of his tongue
parting his lips to lick up the underside of Lucius' length. He closed
his eyes, focusing on the mild musky taste of skin.
He placed a soft kiss on the tip of Lucius' erection, using the small drop
of moisture there to wet his lips. "Look," he said, his lips brushing
across Lucius' skin. He waited until warming gray eyes met his gaze
before parting his lips and sliding them effortlessly around the head of
Lucius' cock.
The hands in his hair trembled for just a moment, and he kept his gaze
locked with Lucius' as he slid his mouth down the length. His owner's
breath came short and sharp to his ears, measured as he moved back up, his
tongue cupped around the underside.
The edges of his mouth curled up as he tightened his grip on Lucius'
hips. They stared at each other, his lips resting around the crown,
tongue slowly lapping at the tip. It's a game they played: seeing which
one of them would fold first; if Lucius' need to be in his mouth, or if
the need to have his owner's cock pressing against the back of his throat
would win out.
The need for this, for Lucius, was too much and he folded first, his mouth
sliding down Lucius' erection. He forced his mouth wider, willing his gag
reflex back as his nose came to rest in the bed of coarse hairs.
A snarl reached his ears, and he watched as Lucius tossed his head back,
long pale hairs falling down his back. He shut his eyes then, and sucked
until he could feel the insides of his cheeks caressing the hot
length. The hands in his hair tightened around the back of his head as he
drew his mouth back up.
Softer snarls came from Lucius' lips when he used his teeth gently along
the hard flesh. It had taken him months to get used to that sound. He'd
never heard of anyone snarling in pleasure, but Lucius did, and once he
had gotten used to the sound, he quickly became addicted to it.
He gave one last lick to the tip of Lucius' cock, his eyes opening again
as he placed a soft kiss over the tip of pelvic bone. He used his
handhold on Lucius' hips to help him stand, pausing only to nip at tight
nipples.
Lucius looked down at him then, eyes narrowing to slits as he relaxed his
grip on the other man's hair. He pressed his body against Lucius', their
chests moving together while they panted. He shivered as Lucius' hands
moved down to the nape of his neck, the tapered fingers wrapping around
the base of his skull.
He got only the smallest flicker of warning, gray eyes flaring before
their lips were crushed together and the hot tongue worked its' way into
his mouth. There was nothing gentle about the kiss, nothing gentle about
the way that Lucius' tongue was pillaging his mouth. It was about
possession, claiming, need.
Moaning into Lucius' mouth, he began to rock his hips, their erections
rubbing together, and he could feel the soft snarl against his chest,
against his lips, in his mouth where their tongues met.
He whimpered again as Lucius used his body to move them away from the
window, his back facing the bed before strong hands came to rest on his
shoulders. With a gasp, he was flung back, his body falling onto the soft
coverlet of the bed. He had barely stopped bouncing on the mattress
before he looked up at Lucius.
He didn't stop the moan from rising as he saw Lucius slowly stalking
towards him. He wet his lips as he watched the soft play of muscles under
glistening white skin. He knew then that even as he played a big cat when
he came into the room, that Lucius was the predator now: slow, graceful,
but infinitely dangerous.
His knees parted automatically as Lucius stepped up towards the bed. They
stayed there, the outside of Lucius' thighs resting against his inner
thighs, but neither of them moved from the position.
Shifting restlessly against the bed, he once more looked up towards
Lucius' eyes. When he saw the look in those eyes he stopped. The look
demanded his submission, demanded to know everything about him, demanded
his acquiescence, and he knew beyond any doubt that he would give it.
Lucius' gaze moved slowly downwards, and he could practically feel it on
his skin like Lucius was touching him. He shifted again, a soft moan
rising from his lips before he could catch it, and Lucius' eyes locked
with his once more. He closed his eyes and stilled his body, his teeth
digging into his lower lip as he tried to silence himself.
He could feel the gaze again, steadily moving lower, and a whimper rose
from his throat. His hips moved of their own volition, thrusting his
erection into the air. Hot fingers wrapped around his length, pinching
the crown almost painfully in a silent admonishment.
Whimpering again, not sure whether to thrust his hips into that hot hand
or rock them away from the pain, his eyes flew open and he found his gaze
locked with Lucius' once more. He shivered against the soft blankets as
he felt those eyes peeling away the many barriers he erected to keep
others out. He almost felt like this fair-haired predator was crawling
into his skin through their locked gazes. His body stopped moving. The
hand slowly released the grasp on his cock before roughly grabbing onto
his hips.
"You prepared yourself?" Lucius asked, his voice like razor blades,
slicing away the last bit of thought from the other man until there was
nothing but need. Need for Lucius to be inside him, need for completion,
need to feel that hot skin on his as his body was penetrated by Lucius'
length.
He nodded silently. Lucius' lips lifted up, baring his teeth into a feral
half-smile before murmuring, "Good."
Gasping sharply as he was tugged roughly to the edge of the bed, half
feeling like he would fall off, Lucius' hands left his hips to wrap around
his ankles. They were lifted up until calf met chest and Lucius wrapped
one arm around the tops of his thighs while he positioned himself against
the oiled entrance.
He whimpered as Lucius began to move his hips slowly, his cock barely
moving into him. As much as he hated when Lucius would do this, he loved
the slow tease as well. Lucius kept moving slowly, teasing his body to
open up for his length. The slow push and pull back was maddening, and
the muscle finally gave as the flared edge of his partner's erection
slipped into him.
Lucius barely bit back a possessive growl, his hand moving from his own
cock to rest on the other man's hip. His arm unlocked from around the
man's thighs so he could splay his fingers across the tense stomach muscles.
The other man held back a moan; his eyes shutting tight as Lucius entered
him. It burned and completed him at the same time. No longer were the
eyes tearing him open, baring all his secrets to the light of the moon,
because, now Lucius was covering him, filling him, hiding his secrets by
mixing them together.
He felt whole again and barely noticed Lucius' hand moving from his
stomach to his hip. A cry wrenched itself from his lips as Lucius tugged
hard on his hips, forcing his body to accept the thick cock penetrating
him in one smooth thrust. Sweat sprang up from his body as he whimpered,
the muscles in his ass throbbing painfully as they gradually stretched to
accommodate the hard length.
Lucius let out one long low hiss as he exhaled, and he forced the muscles
to relax, to submit to his owner's wishes. He sighed as he felt his
muscles giving way, and Lucius, being who he was, could sense the
difference and began to pull back.
He let out a gasp as he felt Lucius pulling out, a long slow burn starting
at his ass and flaring up his back until small bursts of red light
appeared behind his eyelids. He barely managed not to squirm, not to
thrust his ass back at Lucius in a silent plea for more.
He had done that the first time they were together, and Lucius had pulled
out and sent him back to Hogwarts, because this, this ritual slow thrust
after the first thrust in was important. Lucius was marking him with his
cock, inscribing into his psyche that Lucius was the predator here, that
he was owned inside and out, that whatever his owner wanted, he would give
to Lucius because what he wanted was paramount to everything else. It
also served as a reminder that Lucius could do anything he wanted to him,
take him hard and fast, or spend hours enjoying his body, keeping them
both balanced on a knife's edge of pleasure and pain.
The agonizingly slow slide back in further reminded him that at Lucius'
will he could carve open his body, take what he wanted, and give him what
he needed. As his muscles parted again around Lucius' cock, the slow
submission carried the unspoken reminder that they fit together like two
halves of one whole.
He gasped for air as he felt Lucius stop, their bodies melded
together. His mouth fell open as he waited for another slow withdrawal,
or the quick snap of Lucius' hips that would dictate how they fucked
tonight. Neither came, and he opened his eyes slowly, gazing into Lucius'
chaotic gray eyes.
Lucius' lips parted, baring his teeth into a feral grin before the quick
shift of his hips, and the pace was set. The first scream was ripped from
his lips and whether it was in pain, pleasure, or both was unknown.
He felt like he was being split in half on the hard shaft inside
him. Another quick snap of Lucius' hips sent him reeling, his body
jolting across the covers of the bed even as he pressed back. He could
feel every inch of the cock stroking in and out of his opened body, the
hot hands on his hips pulling him closer to the other man.
Another scream rose from his throat and stayed as Lucius' pounded into him
and his own hands flew to his almost painful erection. He tugged on the
hard flesh, was rewarded by a pleased growl from his partner as his
muscles tightened around Lucius' length. It wasn't going to take long for
either of them, not at this pace, and he stroked himself hard, matching
the quick thrusts inside him.
Their growls and screams came in harmony, high and low, grinding,
piercing, as they pushed each other ever closer to the edge of bliss. His
breath caught in his throat as Lucius slowed his thrusts and he
unconsciously slowed his hand. Time seemed to slow as he felt the cock
inside him expanding, knowing they were both so close, and that Lucius was
drawing out the line between pleasure and pain.
He could feel his body tightening, preparing, every movement of their
bodies blaring across his senses. Even Lucius was silent, his head thrown
back, as they balanced on the razor's edge between bliss and aching
pain. One torturously slow movement of his hand up his shaft and it was
all over; they both fell into bliss with him screaming his pleasure and
Lucius savagely snarling.
He arched up off the bed, liquid warmth flowing over his hand as he felt
the first hot pulse of semen within him. Lucius fell against him, both of
them shaking as the aftershocks of their orgasms rushed over
them. Eventually his screams fell down to soft moans, and Lucius was
making a soft rumbling growl that he could feel everywhere they were still
connected.
Slowly they separated, Lucius sliding down to clean his stomach
off. Another aftershock left him shivering as his skin was licked and
sucked at, removing the traces of his orgasm. Lucius stopped to place a
soft kiss to his navel before leaning up to claim his lips.
It was a slow, leisurely kiss, and he could taste himself in the other
man's mouth. He let out a soft moan of approval while his hands clutched
at Lucius, bringing their bodies closer together.
Lucius laughed softly and nuzzled his throat. "Greedy are we?"
He moaned, fingers sinking into damp platinum hair. Another soft chuckle
rose to meet his ears. "Not now. We have all night, and part of the
morning as well."
With a resigned sigh he let his body fall back into the covers and
nodded. Lucius graced him with a rare smile, well, a rare non-feral smile
and he could feel his lips twitching upwards in response.
Lucius leaned down to kiss his eyelids softly. "Sleep."
He rolled over onto his side, and smiled again as he felt strong arms wrap
around him, the other man's body molding to his back. He could feel warm
fingertips writing something on his chest, spelling out a word. The faint
touch lured him into sleep, and his dreams were dominated by the word
being traced on his flesh: possession.
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