HP fic: Assertions [Harry/Lucius, adult]
Title: Assertions Author: celandineb Fandom: HP Pairing: Harry/Lucius; references to Draco/Harry Rating: adult Length: 1508 words Warnings: D/s, nipple clamps, cock ring, oral sex, watersports, infidelity Summary: Harry nerves himself up to tell Lucius what's been going on with Draco, and what he really wants. Note: For quill_it, 100.3, prompt 61, "months". This is part of the Harry/Lucius, Draco/Harry series, although as usual I have tried to make it stand alone.
Harry had discovered that he quite liked being submissive to Lucius's dominant in the bedroom. He didn't much care for pain. They had experimented with that and it wasn't for him, except in the mildest way. Nipple clamps might be all right on occasion, but not flogging. Bondage, however, or role-play as master and servant and the like, those gave Harry great pleasure, when Lucius was in charge.
He thought he might enjoy being dominant to Draco's submissive, though, so tonight he was practicing that role with Lucius. It felt a little awkward. He kept wanting to wait for Lucius to tell him what to do rather than the other way around, but by imagining that it was Draco instead of Draco's father, he was managing.
It helped that Lucius seemed comfortable in the role. Harry wondered a little in the back of his head with whom Lucius had played such games before. Not that it mattered, of course. Whoever it had been, that was in the past, and it wasn't as if the two of them were exclusive now. Lucius was still married to Narcissa, although Harry had never inquired into the state of their relationship. Harry himself was becoming increasingly involved with Draco. Now that was a complication. Soon he was going to have to tell each of them about the other, and hope that they would understand and accept that Harry didn't want to give either of them up.
In the meantime Harry continued to learn from Lucius. Just now the older man knelt in front of Harry, beautifully posed, his long fair hair spilling over his shoulders, not quite concealing the small silver dragons whose teeth were clamped on his nipples. The base of his cock was encircled by the serpentine form of another silver dragon, its tail twined around Lucius's bollocks, drawing them tight. Lucius held perfectly still, waiting for Harry's command.
"Suck me."
Lucius's mouth closed around him, warm wet suction, Lucius's tongue flickering, teasing. Harry steadied himself against the wall, looking down at Lucius's bobbing head. It still astonished to him from time to time that he was having this affair. Both these affairs. He spread his legs a little wider and murmured the words of the lubrication charm.
"Use your fingers."
The first moment of penetration was always a shock, however much he wanted it. Lucius was familiar with Harry's responses by now. He paused until Harry had relaxed. Then he began to rotate his finger, stroking the tight ring of muscle, coaxing it to open, to let him in deeper. Some time, Harry thought, he might be willing to try having Lucius's entire hand inside him, but not today. Today he had something else in mind that he thought Lucius would enjoy, having mentioned it several times.
It was sheer bliss to have Lucius's skilled tongue working him over, Lucius's fingers teasing his arsehole. Harry played with the idea of having Lucius fuck him, or conversely of fucking Lucius's own delicious arse, but he decided to remain as he was.
By now Lucius had relaxed his throat so that he was taking in the whole length of Harry's prick. Harry hadn't yet mastered that technique. He was practicing occasionally on his own with courgettes and hoped to have perfected the skill soon. He was close, so fucking close, and then Lucius's teeth scraped his cockhead gently and it was as if he had exploded, his arsehole clamping around Lucius's fingers, his cock spurting into Lucius's throat.
Lucius stayed there, swallowing, lapping Harry clean, until Harry was limp and relaxed. Then Lucius knelt back on his ankles, waiting for Harry's next command.
"Take that off."
Harry indicated the dragon cock ring, within which Lucius's prick stood rampant. Lucius murmured the words of release and the dragon uncoiled, curling up instead in Lucius's palm. Harry bent and flicked a nipple clamp. "There's something you talked about doing," he murmured near Lucius's ear. "Do you know what?"
Lucius shook his head. He had told Harry about many things, after all.
"Look at me."
Harry watched Lucius's eyes dilate as he continued. "I'm going to piss on you, and you're going to make yourself come while I do it." His lips parted for an instant, but Lucius said not one word.
"You've told me how it feels to have someone's hot piss soaking you, trickling down your skin, and how it feels to be the one doing the pissing, the gush of relief, but it's the intimacy of it, the trust, that appeals to me most. Over all these months we've become attuned to each other physically, learned to trust each other, don't you think? You may answer."
Lucius's face was stiff, unreacting, but he replied, "Yes."
"Then touch yourself."
Harry took his cock in his hand, aimed it, let the first drops trickle out. He had planned to do this, made sure his bladder was full, but he wanted to make it last as long as he could.
Already Lucius's eyes were half-closed, his fist closed over his cock, pumping. The pungent smell hit Harry's nose. He let himself go a little more, so that a thin trickle sprayed Lucius's groin. It felt good, this slow release, almost like drawing out a mild orgasm, but better yet was watching Lucius take pleasure in what Harry was doing. Once upon a time he might have fantasised about pissing on Lucius to humiliate him, belittle him in a most direct way, but no longer; now his only purpose was to find new ways to enjoy their bodies, to explore the limits of ecstasy.
On impulse Harry directed the flow for a moment at Lucius's chest. The dragon clamps reacted, biting down on Lucius's nipples, and by the time that the golden stream had returned to Lucius's cock, it was already throbbing, pulsing out jets of spunk to be washed away with the last of Harry's piss. Lucius sighed, slumping for a moment before quickly re-assuming his erect posture.
"Enough," said Harry softly. "Clean us up, and your service is over for today."
A flick of Lucius's wand and a couple of murmured words left them both, and the rug, clean and dry.
"Why did you decide to do that today? I have suggested it in the past, but you never seemed very interested," Lucius commented.
Harry worried his lower lip with his teeth. When he spoke, he did not answer directly. "I need to talk to you about something," he said at last.
Lucius said, "This sounds serious. I think a drink might be in order. You?" He slipped on his black silk dressing gown, tying the sash, and poured two glasses of whiskey, handing one to Harry before sitting down. "Now, what is it?"
Before he answered, Harry took a gulp for courage. It was a mistake; he choked and coughed, his eyes streaming. Lucius thumped him on the back.
"Let's sit down," said Harry when he could speak again. He pulled on his jeans and shirt, not bothering with anything more, and sat, running his finger around the rim of the glass.
"What is it?" Lucius asked again after a few moments of silence. "Did you want to end our... association?"
"No!" Harry replied instantly, and saw Lucius relax. "No, but..." He swallowed. "I've been seeing Draco. Your son."
"Yes, I know," said Lucius dryly, "both those things."
"I..." Harry faltered. "Oh. That's right, you were there the first time he and I had drinks, at the Leaky Cauldron."
Lucius nodded.
Harry's face was hot. "I care for Draco. A lot. I think maybe he feels the same, but we haven't really talked about it, not yet. The thing is that realising how much he means to me made me recognise that you mean a great deal to me too."
"I see." The words came slowly.
"I'm not sure what to do now." The misery clenching Harry's heart lessened a fraction, seeing that Lucius seemed more or less calm about this revelation, which apparently was not so much of a surprise as Harry had expected. "I don't think things can go on the way they have, but I don't want to give you up. Either of you."
Lucius gave a lazy, almost feline stretch, but his gaze was sharp as he said, "You needn't, as far as I am concerned."
"You don't mind?"
"Oh, Harry. What good would that do? I would prefer to have you to myself, I won't lie, but if the alternatives are to share you or to lose you altogether, then naturally I will chose the former. In a way I'm flattered to know that you don't want to throw me over in favour of Draco."
"I don't." Harry swallowed, his eyes prickling. "I still have to tell him. I hope he takes it as well as you have, but I doubt he will."
"You never know." Lucius's teeth gleamed in a shrewd smile. "If you can't persuade my son, you might consider having him talk with me."