Lucius Malfoy Is My Husband

Chapter 7

(This is what happened with Harry and Lucius when Ron came home to Draco)

"Come," Lucius said softly, holding out his hand. Harry was seated on the couch, barefoot and clad in a shirt and jeans only, reading a book. The green-eyed boy glanced up between his lashes at his husband.

"I wanted to wait up for Ron," Harry protested, but there was no real power in his words. Lucius let a faint smirk slide across his face. He looked pointedly over at Draco on the other couch before answering.

"I believe someone else is already doing that," he said, his voice carrying easily despite its softness, causing Draco to blush and rise abruptly from the couch.

"I'm going to bed," the younger Malfoy stated, avoiding Lucius and Harry's eyes. Harry giggled as the blond fled the room, taking his book with him.

"I doubt he'll sleep," Harry mused aloud as he finally took Lucius' hand. Harry allowed himself to be led upstairs to their bedroom. When they stood in front of the huge four-poster bed Lucius turned to Harry and leaned in for a kiss. As always, Harry revelled in the feelings expressed in the kiss. For a man so cold to the outside world Lucius could be so very expressive whenever he was with Harry, be it in a kiss, words, or something more intimate. Harry would always be grateful for the fact that this was his husband. If only the world could get but one tiny glimpse of it, then no one would dare trouble them.

"You think there's something going on between Ron and Draco?" Harry asked when they parted. Lucius ignored him and went for Harry's neck, deft fingers unbuttoning Harry's shirt without the raven-haired beauty even noticing.

"I have no doubt… Draco has been pining over the redhead for quite some time," Lucius murmured even as Harry moaned. "I must remember to tease them mercilessly tomorrow… if Ron is man enough to go to Draco's room tonight that is." Harry managed to wrench himself away from Lucius to glare at the man, though it was rather weak considering he was flushed and aroused.

"You shouldn't tease them," he scolded. Lucius only smirked and leaned in again, his lips a breath away from Harry's.

"I know you, Mr. Potter, and you can turn into a Slytherin when it suits you. I know you will tease them as well," he said smoothly. "You will not be able to resist." Harry's lips had parted, silently pleading for Lucius to kiss him, but pale hands had come up to Harry's shoulders, holding him in place. Curse the man for being such a tease himself! Harry could not resist those lips!

"Alright," Harry said weakly, not really knowing what they were talking about anymore. When in the bedroom Harry's mind usually went out the window. Lucius Malfoy oozing sex and dangling right in front of you could do that to a man.

Suddenly Lucius' hands were sliding around Harry's shoulders, pushing the white shirt off. The blond chuckled softly, bypassing Harry's tasty lips to resume nipping and licking at Harry's neck again, this time his skilful fingers worked on Harry's belt.

"You seem distracted, Mr. Potter. Are you not paying attention to our conversation?" Lucius whispered in his velvety voice. Harry shivered and moaned, his eyes falling shut. Lucius would probably be able to reduce him to a puddle of goo till the day they died. Harry wasn't going to complain about that.

"Could you just… get on with it?" Harry asked, tilting his head to give Lucius better access, thereby contradicting his words and causing Lucius to chuckle again. The belt and jeans were open, and Lucius pushed them down along with the boxers.

If there was one thing Lucius loved, it was having his Harry naked in his arms. He quickly pulled the beautiful specimen flush against him and claimed those lips in a searing kiss. Moans and groans rose for them, no one mindful of who emitted which sounds.