Celandine's Chronicle (celandineb) wrote in cels_fic_haven, @ 2015-06-15 12:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | hp ficlets harry/lucius, hp quill-it 100.3 |
HP ficlet: Taking Flight [Harry/Lucius, adult]
Title: Taking Flight
Author: celandineb
Fandom: HP
Pairing: Harry/Lucius
Rating: adult
Length: 1250 words
Warning: consensual infidelity
Summary: Harry is restless and pays an impromptu visit.
Note: For quill_it, 100.3, prompt 67, "spring". For felaine who asked if I could try for one more in this series.
Harry can't sit still. Something about the season, he thinks: springtime, new life, new beginnings.
He's having a new beginning himself, one that he wouldn't have even imagined a year ago. Quickly he scrawls a note to leave on the kitchen table.
D—
Going flying. Back by dinner.
Love,
H
Draco is still in their bed, asleep. Harry smiles as he pictures the way Draco's long body curls into a comma, hands drawn in toward his face, lips parted. Normally Harry would wait and fly with Draco, of course, but Draco is having lunch with several other old Slytherins, and Harry wasn't invited. Didn't want to be.
So he's going to fly, which sounds much more enjoyable than listening to Pansy and Blaise and whoever else Draco will be meeting.
He's been diligent about maintaining his Firebolt and it is still in excellent shape. A quick Invisibility Charm to prevent unwanted Muggle attention, and Harry is off, zooming skyward.
For a while he dives in and out of the clouds, laughing aloud as the droplets hit his face. The wind of his passage soon dries him off and he soars above the billowing white masses, squinting into the sun. He practices some of the manoeuvres he used to use as Seeker, just for fun, but without a Snitch to play with it's hard to tell how he's doing.
The sun is just beginning to decline from noon when Harry realises where his subconscious has taken him. He swoops past Stonehenge and its crowd of Muggle visitors and veers north.
"Is Mr Malfoy at home?" he asks the house-elf who answers the door. Belatedly, he worries that Narcissa might be there too.
"Tabby will see, Harry Potter, sir. Harry Potter will please wait here," the elf squeaks and scurries off.
It returns in a few minutes and takes Harry's broom, placing it carefully aside before leading Harry to Lucius's study.
"Have you had lunch?" Lucius asks as Harry enters.
Harry shakes his head.
"Lunch for two, here. One hour," Lucius tells the elf. After it leaves, he looks at Harry. "What brings you here today? Not that I'm not delighted to see you, but…"
"Oh, Draco's having lunch with some of his old friends, and I was restless, so I thought I'd do some flying and ended up here," Harry says. "I hoped you'd be around and not busy."
Lucius shrugs. "I was going over some papers. Nothing that can't wait."
"In that case…" Harry gives him a slow smile. "You told Tabby an hour until lunch."
"I did." Lucius flicks his wand at the door. Harry hears the click as the lock turns. "Come here."
Harry tilts his head back as Lucius's lips travel down his neck, breath warm on Harry's wind-chilled skin. He presses his body against the older man's. Draco knows about his father and Harry, has said that he doesn't mind, but there's still a little bit of illicit thrill in coming to Lucius on the spur of the moment like this, without Draco's awareness that he is doing so today.
Lucius is the one who taught Harry most of what he knows about sex, as part of the bargain they made when Lucius insisted he had to repay Harry for saving Draco's life. Neither of them expected that emotion would enter into the arrangement, but it did. Since Harry's intention all along had been to get involved with Draco—he just wanted to have some experience first—matters became complicated.
Thankfully Draco is neither possessive nor jealous. He has even hinted once or twice that the three of them might enjoy a mutual encounter, but Harry hasn't decided if he is comfortable with that yet, and he hasn't mentioned it to Lucius.
"I've missed you," Lucius says, pulling Harry down with him onto the green velvet sofa. He kisses Harry again and again until Harry is breathless, writhing with need.
"You top this time," says Harry, and sees the responding spark in Lucius's grey eyes.
"Let me just…" Lucius puts an Engorgio charm on the sofa first, followed by Lubricio. Harry feels the slickness of his arse as Lucius peels away their robes. He gives Harry a playful swat. "Ready?"
"Oh, yes. Yes!" A keening moan comes from Harry's throat as Lucius penetrates him. It's strange, how different Lucius and Draco feel, though to outward appearances their cocks are nearly identical. Maybe it is Lucius's greater experience. It's not that one is better than the other, but Harry is sure he would know who is who even if he were blindfolded.
"You feel so good," Lucius pauses to bite at Harry's neck, "so—very—good." His thrusts are slow, measured, and his hand finds Harry's bollocks, caressing them first before he wraps his fingers around Harry's prick.
"So do you," Harry says with a gasp as Lucius's fingernail tickles his slit. "Oh, fuck yes."
Part of Harry wants to beg Lucius to move faster, not to tease, but most of him wants this to last as long as possible. Lucius appears to feel the same way, keeping to the same leisurely pace in his motions of both hips and hand. Harry falls into a daze of sensation, his nerves throbbing. It's like the best moments of flying, when everything seems effortless and perfect and joyful.
"Harry…" Lucius's voice rasps in Harry's ear.
"Yes, now, now, Lucius," Harry responds, and at last Lucius speeds up, his fingers rapid on Harry's yearning prick, until Harry comes messily on the green velvet, his arse clenching, wrenching the orgasm from Lucius as well.
"Mm. That was wonderful," says Harry a few moments later, turning in Lucius's embrace and brushing the long strands of damp fair hair away from Lucius's face.
Lucius stretches, his joints popping. "Wonderful indeed," he agrees, although his expression is more reserved than his words would suggest.
This is one of those moments when Harry wonders if he is being unfair to Lucius, if Lucius wouldn't be happier out of this strange relationship. But surely, if that were so, Lucius would say something. He's used to power, used to taking control of his own life, and he could certainly tell Harry if he wanted to break things off.
So for now Harry takes the words at face value. Before Tabby returns with their meal, they get dressed and Harry restores the sofa to its usual size. Lucius inquires after Draco, and what Harry is doing at work, and mentions that Narcissa is having a fitting at Madam Malkin's that day. He offers Harry a glass of Ogden's, but Harry wants to fly home, so he opts for butterbeer instead.
"Dinner Wednesday next," Harry reminds Lucius before he leaves. They have a standing fortnightly date for dinner, alternating who chooses the restaurant and arranges for a room afterward. Sometimes they go to Harry and Draco's flat, sometimes to Malfoy Manor, but only when Draco or Narcissa, respectively, will be away. However tolerant and accepting Draco is, Harry isn't ready to flaunt his relationship with Draco's father quite yet, and he hasn't inquired as to whether Narcissa knows anything or not—that is Lucius's business to deal with.
"It's your turn to 'host' this time," says Lucius. "Owl me when you've decided where."
"I will." Harry gives Lucius one more kiss and swings his leg over his broom.
He flies home through the spring evening sky, brilliant with more stars than he's ever noticed before. Dinner with Draco awaits.