A/N: Ok, the tension was killing me, so I relieved some of it... Hope you don't mind.

Harry is already curled up on the couch in my study when I return. This time his pajamas are flannel and much more suited to his own style rather than my son's. There is no question, he was delectable in silk, but I think I like him more in clothes of his own choosing.

"You don't have a book. I was under the impression we were going to read." Now that I think about it, I don't think I've ever seen Harry reading for pleasure.

"Did I say we were going to read? I said we should cuddle up with a good book. The way I see it, we can do one of two things. The first would be you reading to me and keeping me occupied with your incredibly sexy voice. The second choice - and I'm not sure if I like it more or not - would be you reading to yourself and leaving me to my own devices…" A positively wicked smirk pulls at his lips and causes my body to react in a not so wholesome way.

"Harry, I do believe you are going to drive me mad. Which option will ensure the best behavior on your part?"

"That would depend on what kind of behavior you would like." He sits up and pats the spot next to him. I eye the chair across from him and he laughs.

"I'm not going to bite, Lucius. I do nibble occasionally, but I promise you will enjoy it." I'm sure there has never been a temptress more alluring than Harry is at this moment. I give the chair one more wistful glance as I lower myself to the couch, leaving a little space between us.

"Harry, Severus made a very good point earlier."

"And what was that?" He turns to face me and scoots closer.

"He suggested that we forego a physical relationship until we have a chance to speak with Draco." I expect my son's name to stall his advances, but it does not. He shakes his head, takes hold of my hand, and pulls it to his mouth. He gently kisses each one of my fingertips before placing my palm against his cheek and nuzzling against it.

"No. I've given him enough control; I'm taking my life back, Lucius, starting with you. I did what you asked. I talked to Hermione, and I will continue to do so. I agree that we should take this slowly, but I don't want to remain at a standstill. I want to touch you, and I want you to touch me. So, you are going to lie back and read to me, and if my hands wander, you aren't going to complain unless you don't enjoy it."

He places another tender kiss to the back of my hand and then pushes me back until I'm resting against the arm of the couch. He straddles my legs and runs his hands down my chest with a sigh. He holds eye contact as he lowers his body to mine and I draw in a sharp breath when I feel the hint of an erection brush my abdomen.

He leans in and whispers hotly in my ear, "Read to me, Lucius."

He presses the book I've been enjoying into my chest as he rolls to the side and gets comfortable in the crook of my arm. There isn't much room between my body and the back of the couch, but he compensates for that by lying mostly on me.

Instead of arguing, I open the book and try to steady my voice as I start to read. I get through several pages and have just started to relax when the hand he's rested over my heart moves to the top button of my shirt. I continue to read as each button is slipped from it's hole.

I'm fighting to take in enough air to speak as he pulls my shirt open and lays his hand in the middle of my bare chest. That single skin to skin touch seems to ignite a fire in him. He still moves slowly, but he repositions himself so that his groin is pressing into my hip. He's harder than should be physically possible and he's shaking uncontrollably.

His breathing is ragged and strained, and it's warm and moist against my skin as he presses his lips to my shoulder. I drop the book to the floor when his mouth opens and he nips my skin. The moment both of my hands are free, he climbs on top of me and tangles both of his hands in my hair. He stares into my eyes as he lowers his mouth to mine. He moves so excruciatingly slowly that I wonder if our lips will ever touch. Every breath that puffs between us is shared and I don't think I've ever felt so close to or so completely owned by another person.

When he takes my mouth it's such a contrast to his unhurried descent. He nibbles, sucks, and laps at my lips until all I can do is let him in. The second my lips part, his tongue wraps around mine and my hands fly down to grip his hips. He growls when I thrust up involuntarily and bites down on my bottom lip. He takes it as an invitation and soon he's moving rhythmically over me, pressing our cocks together through several layers of clothing.

We've come too far to turn back, but I don't want it to end like this. He whines and whimpers as I push him up, but his wordless complaints turn to moans of approval as I reverse our positions. As soon as he's comfortably underneath my body, I set to work on his top and revel in his breathy encouragement as I follow hands with mouth down his muscular, supple chest.

"Yessss, god yes. I've wanted you for so long, Lucius, need you so much." I'm achingly hard, and his voiced desire only heightens my arousal, but I'm going to take my time. I want to taste him and he seems to approve if the way his hands tighten in my hair as I lower his pajamas is any way to judge.

Now that I am finally seeing what Harry has to offer, I'm even more perplexed as to why Draco would have wanted to prevent this. He's positively stunning like this, hard, needy, and absolutely perfect. His cock is throbbing and leaking freely. I blow lightly on the tip and he jerks upward and groans. My mouth almost waters for the pearly liquid falling onto his stomach. I look up and catch his eye as my tongue darts out to collect the drop that's about to join the tiny pool.

His hands move from my head to the couch and he claws helplessly at the fabric as I lap up every trace of pre-come. He's barely containing himself, but his control is impressive. I'm not sure how he's holding himself together until a very sobering thought flits across my lust addled mind. He's had practice. He spent years being unable to reach completion and Merlin knows how long before that learning to satisfy someone else before losing himself to orgasm.

That will change tonight. I take just a moment to will my body to understand before I lean forward and engulf him entirely. Maybe soon I'll introduce him to the wonderful art of a teasing seduction, but not right now. His whole body shudders and he wails appreciatively as I work up and down his shaft intent on pleasing him as quickly and thoroughly as possible.

"Oh! Fuck, Lucius. I…I can't…I…fuck…I'm gonna come." He tries to push me away - either to stave off his orgasm or to prevent himself from releasing in my mouth - but I hold fast. In mere seconds he comes so forcefully that I almost gag as I work to swallow as much of him as I possibly can.

I bring him down slowly, kissing his thighs softly as he pants above me and shivers under me. He chuckles and his voice is shaky as he says, "Fuck. Sorry. I don't usually have a problem with stamina even…even before," He doesn't mention his recent problem, but I know to what he is referring, "but apparently I'm going to have to work on that with you. God, that was fantastic. I'd forgotten how great that feels, though I don't think it's ever felt that good before."

I refuse to dwell on the fact that he pretty much just told me I'm better than my son. There's something not quite right about being excited by that, so I push it out of my mind altogether. I raise my head and enjoy the goofy grin that I put on his face. He allows himself another minute to bask in the afterglow before starting to shift and work himself out from under me.

"What are you doing, Harry? Lie back and let me redress you." I've always enjoyed being the caretaker of sorts in my relationships, and Harry definitely needs someone to pamper him.

"Oh, no you don't. It's your turn. Or should I say my turn?" I shake my head and push him back onto the couch as I'm pulling up his pajamas. His shirt is half buttoned before he stops my hand and tilts my head up to meet his eyes.

"Lucius, it's only fair and besides, I want to. I want to more than you can imagine."

"Yes, well, there will come a point when I won't deny you, but for now, I'm going to thank you for the offer and respectfully say 'no thank you.' Now, did you want to continue reading, or are you ready to retire for the night?"

"Lucius, please. You're shutting down on me, aren't you? God, are you going to do this every fucking time we get close? I mean, if you are, that's fine, we'll deal, but I'd just like to know-"

"Harry, look at me." He sighs heavily as he slowly lowers his head and drags his eyes from the ceiling.

"I'm not shutting down on you. I quite enjoyed that and I'd like to do it again, very soon. Next time there will be participation from both of us, but that isn't going to happen tonight. I would, however, like to invite you to sleep with me. In my bed, of course, and we will only be sleeping." I give him my best authorative glare and hope it's enough to divert him from trying anything. I know, from experience now, just how persuasive he can be and that I do not have the willpower to resist him.

"Really?"

"Yes, really. Though, I will need to shower first." I don't tell him why, but the reason is poking him in the calf, so I'm sure he knows.

"You could just let me-"

"Absolutely not. Now, get up and march that incredible arse upstairs. You can get comfortable while I shower."

We leave the book on the floor where it landed and the fire roaring brightly in the hearth for the elves to attend. He climbs tiredly into my bed and after years of wanting, I finally enjoy actually having him there. His eyes start to drift closed and I leave him with a warm smile on his face.

I quickly disrobe in my bathroom and rather than taking a cold shower to rid myself of my problem, I take a warm one and please myself quickly to memories of how he felt and tasted. Once I'm sated and sure I'll be able to make it through the night without molesting him (not that he would mind), I dry quickly.

As I'm dressing for bed and watching him sleep, a conversation from a night that feels like an eternity ago comes back to me. I let the fresh pair of pajamas fall back into the drawer and climb into bed wearing only my underwear.

My body heat seems to draw him in, and soon I'm wrapped around him like a blanket. He yawns sleepily as I pull him closer and I'm amazed by how quickly he went from being ready to pleasure me to sleeping almost soundly in my arms.

As I relax and feel the first tendrils of sleep curl around my brain, I think of my talk with Severus earlier. I'd almost promised him this would not happen. Then, I think of Draco and my heart aches. I've heard tale that muggles pray to their God for forgiveness of supposed sins or transgressions. I almost envy them their easily obtained absolution; mine will not be so forthcoming, nor am I sure I deserve it.