The Adventures of the Sex-God Savior and the Drool-Worthy Death Eater
A/N: Well, guys. I, ah, am not really sure what the point of this story is anymore so…have some weak plot and steamy smut. Not that it really had much of a plot to begin with, I mean, let's be serious, I just wanted to see Lucius and Harry get it on. There is no conflict, there are no villains, I swear on the House of Ravenclaw that at no point will someone try to break any of my couples up. Nope. Just smut. Hope that's okay.
"Why did we set the wedding date so far away? Can't I just marry you already?" Harry asked breathlessly, flinging his arm up over his head and turning to grin at Lucius, who was trying to catch his breath. Lucius chuckled, wrapping an arm around his young fiancé and squeezing his arse lightly.
"I think that's the orgasm talking." He commented. Harry snorted, snuggling into the warm side of his lover. He was so deliciously warm, and the scent of his cologne mixing with sweat and the scent of their love made Harry shiver in almost renewed arousal.
"Not bloody likely. I mean, I already live with you and sleep with you, but I am convinced that making love to your husband will be better than making love to your lover." Lucius smiled, running his hand over Harry's sticky back. He liked the sound of that. Of being Harry's husband. It made a warmth bloom in his chest unlike any he'd ever felt.
"I don't know, it's pretty good already. Do you think we can do better?" He asked casually.
"I have no doubts about your ability to surprise me, Lucius Malfoy." Harry said, propping his chin up on Lucius' chest to smile at him. Lucius returned his smile, his heart as full as it could be, brushing a thumb over his cheekbone.
"I think you're the one that surprises me, Harry."
Draco was suffocating. And he was enjoying every single second of it. The heat in his room was nearing sweltering and sweat was dripping down his temples and his back, but gods it felt amazing. He cried out loudly, not even caring if he was heard, his mind was too foggy to comprehend embarrassment. He was too focused on the wet tongue filling him and the teasing hand wrapped around his aching cock.
Fred dug his tongue deeper into his lover, spreading him open like a flower and drinking him in. Draco trembled violently, his fingers slipping and sliding on the expanse of George's shoulders, who was holding him up on his knees and stroking him far too gently.
"Please!" He choked, resting his hot forehead in the crook of George's neck, his mouth wide against his skin as he let out a pained moan. George turned toward him, kissing his neck and face so tenderly Draco almost sobbed. Their lips met frantically, Draco wrapping his shaking arms around George and pulling him closer.
He barely noticed when Fred's tongue disappeared, and so when he was suddenly, beautifully, blissfully, filled, he nearly screamed. His weight rested fully on George, unable to hold himself up any more. He wasn't surprised, the twins were pushing him toward his third orgasm for the night. They were insatiable.
As Fred began to move, George turned around, guiding Draco's dripping cock to his entrance. The blonde moaned, jerked forward as Fred thrust into him and sent Draco into George. It was a sweaty, hot game of dominoes, and none of them lasted long. Before long they were tumbling to the bed, panting and grinning like fools.
Draco gasped and shuddered, his body protesting his triple orgasm.
"Fuck, you two are going to kill me with sex." He muttered, thankful as the twins sandwiched him between them to quell his ceaseless trembling. He could feel Fred grinning into his shoulder and could see it stretched onto George's face.
"So sorry" They said and Draco snorted.
"Yeah right." He couldn't help but think it would be a pleasant way to go though…
"Who the hell decided on these colors?" Harry muttered, looking down at the design book that laid the details of their wedding. Lucius smirked in amusement as the wedding planner's face turned a bright shade of scarlet. She had come over to reveal the plans she had worked hard on for the last month or so. In vain, as it would seem.
"I-I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Potter. I was going for a joining of the houses type of feel." Harry frowned up at her and then back down at the horrible clash of Gryffindor red and Slytherin green.
"It looks like Christmas." He stated dully. She flushed even further, twisting her hands together and looking rather faint. It must be very intimidating to be sitting in Malfoy manor and have the fiancé of the Lord of the house insulting you, Lucius mused.
"Right, I'll change it right away!" She squeaked, snatching the book back and holding it to he chest like a blanket. Lucius placed a comforting hand on Harry's back. He smiled charmingly up at the poor girl, taking pity on her where Harry had been ruthless.
"Perhaps something on the classy side, Ms. Jones. Think silver and lilies with a touch of emerald." He suggested lightly, Harry nodded gratefully, leaning into the hand on his back. The planner nodded enthusiastically, jumping up and scurrying off to fix the plans. Harry let out an exasperated sigh which pulled a chuckle from Lucius.
"It was sort of charming. In a garish sort of way." Lucius pondered, receiving a withering stare from his young fiancé. He was not at all amused.
"Don't worry, it'll be perfect, Darling." He assured, running his fingers through the fringe at the nape of Harry's neck.
"It had better be, the whole bloody Wizarding world will be at our wedding and besides, any event for a Malfoy has to be flawless." Harry grouched.
"I disagree." Lucius stated. Harry raised an eyebrow at him in surprise.
"Any event for my lover has to be flawless, just like him." Harry smiled despite himself, melting under his lover's words. He always knew what to say. Harry brushed back the long hair that fell around his lover's face as he leaned in to steal a kiss, returning it gladly.
"Ever the charmer, Mr. Malfoy." He said slyly when they parted and was met with a wicked smile. Lucius breathed against his lips temptingly.
"Would you like me to prove just how charming I can be, Mr. Potter?" He drawled, trailing a finger down his neck to his chest where he pinched one of Harry's nipples through his shirt gently. Harry inhaled sharply, arching into the warmth of his lover.
Their lips met in an explosion of want and heat. Harry was climbing into Lucius' lap when there was a groan of disgust from the door. Harry pulled back to throw a death glare at the blonde who stood in the entrance.
"Don't look at me like that, Potter. You're the one snogging my dad in the sitting room." Draco snapped, looking a bit ill.
"Is that any way to speak to your step-father?" Draco's eyes widened comically and he looked truly ready to vomit.
"Dear Merlin, Potter. Never, ever say that again, please." Harry laughed mirthfully, burying his face in Lucius's shoulder as his body shook with laughter.
"He does have a point, Draco." Lucius commented in amusement, grinning in triumph as Draco shuddered in disgust.
"Yeah, yeah, could you get off my dad so I can talk to him?" He of asked, his face lighting up in embarrassment. Harry continued to laugh softly as he climbed off Lucius and took a seat beside him. Lucius crossed his legs casually but with Harry's knowing smile and the slight flush to Lucius' face it was enough to make Draco's face turn red.
"What is it, Draco?" Lucius asked. Draco shifted nervously at this.
"Well, I just wanted you to know that Fred and George are staying for lunch." He said. Lucius' eyebrow lifted and Harry snorted in laughter. Draco turned the color of a tomato.
"I see. I didn't know they were here to begin with." Lucius stated dryly.
"Probably couldn't hear them moaning over the sound of your own." Harry murmured, bursting into laughter when Lucius turned to him with a stunned expression on his face.
"You are enjoying yourself far too much, Mr. Potter." He said, shaking his head at his joyously laughing fiancé.
"I think I'll enjoy myself more when I'm Mr. Malfoy" Harry replied cheekily. There was a grunt of disgust and then Draco was storming off. Harry looked victorious.
"See, now you can take me to bed. " He said gleefully. Lucius glared playfully and grabbed him, apparating them to his room to turn those laughs into moans.