Under What?

As Harry walked down Hogsmeade for the first Hosgmeade weekend of the year, he tried to decide whether he really wanted to thank Ron or squeeze the life out of his once best friend.

It all started that morning when his glasses snapped on their way out. Since he didn't have anyone else around, he trusted Ron's dubious wand skills to help him with the spell to repair his glasses.

Unfortunately, it didn't end there. Ron suddenly suggested that there was something better that could be done, short-term spell on his eyes that would temporarily fix his vision during their village visit and taken off by Madam Pomphrey when they returned to the school.

Harry was dubious about giving his friend free reign on his eyes, but couldn't turn him down after seeing the hurt look on Ron's face. Now though, he could see that he had been right to be sceptical because while the charm did indeed work on his eyes, making things clearer, it also had an added part to it, if he really concentrated, his eyes worked out like Alastor Moody's spy glass and he could see a lot more than he ever needed to.

Luck just wasn't on his side though, after his inopportune discovery the next person in his line of vision was the last person he wanted to see: Lucius Malfoy. The one person whose clothes he really wanted to see through.

Harry decided that he might as well have all the fun that he could. So, Harry asked himself, what exactly was it that he could find under the elegantly styled robes of the dark wizard Lucius Malfoy?

Harry focused his gaze and looked past the expensive velvet green robes, through the high necked silk top and straight cut trousers and saw something he never expected. His arch-nemesis' father and DADA professor was wearing a pair of grey thongs and boy, did they mould his body perfectly! As the older wizard turned to continue what he was doing, the young man had a perfect view of his back and what he saw there was almost more captivating than the front. Harry could see that the underwear slid between what could be described as two perfect globes that just begged to be squeezed and it came to rest on a waist that was to be envied. Who knew that under Malfoy's robes lay a body to die for?

Unfortunately, while Harry's sight was focused on the beauty of Lucius Malfoy's behind, the other man became aware of eyes fixed on him and noticed Harry's stare.

“Is there something in particular that I can help you with, Mr. Potter?"

“What?" Harry asked him, startled and flushed. Lucius snorted at this and looked at him in what could be described as disdain.

“Mr. Potter, you give me the impression that we have business to discuss. Do we?"

"Of course not, Professor Malfoy." Harry summoned up a haughty look in order to answer him.

"Good. Now, if you will excuse me." Lucius then took his leave of the youngster. Harry couldn't stop himself though, as Lucius turned to go, he stretched his hand and took a feel of the round globe closest to him.

At this touch, Lucius turned so fast, it was a surprise he didn't have whiplash and looked at Harry with wide eyes. Harry's attempt at looking innocent was unsuccessful, as the older man's look changed from shock to speculative before saying, "It seems that we do have something to discuss, Mr. Potter. Detention as soon as you're back on Hogwarts grounds."

"But Professor …" Harry tried to protest, but Lucius didn't give him the chance.

"If you would rather that we have this discussion here, Mr. Potter, I can oblige you." Since Harry wasn't ready to do that, he shook his head in defeat answering, "No Professor."

"I thought not." Malfoy turned and left, taking with him, whatever enjoyment that Harry had of the day out.

The day seemed to pass extremely slowly and Harry was ecstatic when it was time for his detention. He practically skipped all the way down to the DADA classroom. Lucius was waiting for him, somewhat impatiently and whatever lighthearted feelings he might have had at coming for the detention evaporated with the look in his professor's eyes.

"So, Mr. Potter, getting more adventurous, are we?"

"No Professor, I don't know what you mean."

"Somebody should really teach you how to lie better, what were your hands doing on my person this afternoon."

"Sir?"

"Try not to claim ignorance, Potter, I know everything that goes on in my immediate vicinity. Why?"

"…"

"I asked you a question, Mr. Potter."

Harry didn't answer, keeping his eyes focused on his shoes. He couldn't look straight at his Professor, as the charm had not been removed and didn't want to get lost on the older man's body.

"If I'm not mistaken, my location isn't under your feet, look at me when I am talking to you and answer my question, if you please."

"Question, Sir?" Harry asked him as he looked up at Malfoy.

Lucius raised his brow and reiterated, "why did you touch me this afternoon?"

Harry could barely focus as he followed the motion of that brow and then flushed when he was caught.

Looking away from Lucius's face, he tried to bluff his way through. "You must be mistaken, Sir. I didn't touch you."

With his eyes turned from Lucius's face, Harry wasn't aware of the smirk on the older man's face and even if he were, it wouldn't have helped him because the chest where his eyes were focused on proved to be no better than the face. Suddenly, he was looking at the body hiding behind the robes and could barely swallow as his mouth watered.

"I'm sure that you are aware that there are a lot of truth charms that I could use in this instance to compel you to answer my question truthfully, but I would prefer it if you did so on your own volition."

He heard what Lucius said but didn't know what to say in response. What could he say? Suddenly I want to jump your bones, Professor?

"I can't, Professor."

"Yes, you can and you will. Tell me why."

As Harry shook his head, Lucius turned to do something on the table behind him, giving Harry a perfect view of his arse and this time, Harry didn't even pretend not to look. He focused his sight on the morsel before him and before he knew what he was doing, he was close enough to touch and didn't resist touching the man before him.

"What?" Lucius asked as he turned to look at the boy who was much too close to him.

"You asked." He told his professor as if it answered his question.

"And what is your answer? Touching me again?" Lucius asked him somewhat wryly.

Harry could feel himself blush as he tried to come up with a reasonable answer, one that wouldn't get him expelled. "I'm sorry, Sir, what you're wearing is …" as he stopped, Lucius completed the statement for him, "No different from what I usually wear."

"Under," he whispered somewhat shamefully

"Under? What do you mean?"

"I mean, your underwear. It fits to your body so perfectly that I couldn't help touching you."

"And how would you know what my underwear looks like?" Lucius asked him.

Stiltedly, Harry told the other man the tale of his broken glasses and Ron's charm.

"So, you want to touch me" Malfoy told him smugly and he couldn't help the shameful look on his face as he nodded in answer.

"Why should I let you?"

Harry looked up at the older man when he heard that, and looking at the expressionless face before him, he could only answer truthfully, "You're beautiful."

"So?"

Placing a hand on the hard chest before him, Harry told the older man, "Let me show you." Rubbing his hands up and down, Harry whispered, "Let me touch you, let me hold you, please."

When the body beneath his hands gave no reaction to his touch and words, Harry thought that his motion had been futile and as a last resort, pinched hard on the nipple beneath his left hand and hearing the infinitesimal catch on Lucius's breath, he smiled and continued to run his hand down the body beneath him.

When Harry's hands reached the navel, the other man stopped him and he couldn't help the disappointed moan that escaped him.

Lucius surprised him, however, when he told him, "Follow me."

Silently, he followed the older man through a barely noticeable door at the back of the DADA classroom. The door led to a shadowed corridor and opened up to tastefully furnished room that Harry barely noticed as he kept his eyes focused on the man before him.

Lucius took off his robe and turning to Harry, he told him, "So, show me."

Harry's breath caught as he looked at the older man. Gliding to him slowly, he took off his own robe and by the time he got to Lucius, his hand just traveled over the silk covered chest before him. However sensual the feel of silk was, it wasn't what he really wanted. Getting bolder, Harry quickly un-tucked the shirt and took it off his professor in one smooth move. Harry skimmed his fingers down the body that was previously clothed and intensified his touch as his hands came lower. He couldn't help it though, he moved closer to the chest and placed small kisses on the parts he could reach. Lucius moaned as Harry placed a kiss and then a bite on his nipple and this encouraged Harry to continue with what he was doing.

Moving lower, Harry continued his kisses on Lucius' body till he got down to the navel and looking at it critically, he kissed the inverted button softly before he sucked on it, inserting his tongue as far as it could go seeking whatever secrets that the hard body beneath him had to reveal. Just as Harry started getting intoxicated with the scent and taste that the button has to reveal, his hands get busy with the trousers. So as not to overstep his boundaries, Harry released Lucius' stomach and looked up at him in question as he placed his hand on the buckle. The older man looked down at him through hooded eyes and nods positively.

Harry kneeled before the older man and unbuckled the trousers, allowing it to pool at Lucius' feet. Just before him were the underwear that first caught his attention. There was nothing of Lucius showing through the cloth. Lucius had himself well tucked and well hidden, and Harry really couldn't wait to see what was beneath. Licking his lips lustfully, Harry leaned forward to bury his nose in the junction of those thighs. The scent was just what he expected: strong and appealing. He just had to taste it though. Harry's tongue sneaked out and licked fully around and over the underwear. To Harry, nothing could compare.

Harry got a taste of Lucius as the older man leaked some pre-cum as a result of the attention that he was receiving. Harry didn't stop there though. Sipping through the underwear, Harry continued his tongue motion down the powerful thighs before him. Just before he went any lower, he felt his professor's hands flick through his hair and quickly shook his head free. He felt that this was his treat and he was going to make the best of it.

Tapping on Lucius' leg, Harry motioned to the man that he wanted to remove Lucius' shoes. The Slytherin moved toward a chair. As he started to sit, Harry quickly stopped him by shaking his head and telling him,

"Please don't sit, I'll remove them for you."

Lucius looked at the younger man, searchingly for a moment, before leaning arrogantly on the chair, giving Harry full view of his legs. Harry moved closer, and getting on his knees again, took off Lucius' shoes and socks.

"Please, turn around." The words were a mere breath, but Harry needed to see that spending arse that had brought them on the road that led to the bedroom.

Harry placed a soft kiss and then a hard bite at the junction of Lucius' knees. When he felt the older man jump in reaction, he pressed forward. Running his hands up the thighs before him, Harry got up and ran his tongue between the enticing globes of Lucius buttocks. This was his prize. Massaging them, he continued sucking and licking Lucius arse even as he heard the slight hitches of Lucius' breath.

The only encouragement that he received from the older man was when Lucius leaned further forward, giving him a better view of the palate he'd just tasted. He could see how wet the piece of cloth before him was and he knew that it was hiding something very interesting. Harry didn't take the time to remove the flimsy underwear that Lucius was wearing, he just moved it away using his teeth and couldn't imagine describing his first taste of Lucius' arse. It was so Lucius and he just licked around it and then giving it a small bite, he tried to get his tongue through. Lucius moaned at this and this gave Harry the encouragement he needed. More squeezes, bites, licks, sucks and tongue insertions completely undid Lucius. The older man could hardly keep himself upright. Harry himself was so hard that he knew that the only thing that was keeping him from coming was the thought of having his cock where his tongue had just been.

"I want in," he said into the somewhat noisily silent room.

"What?" Lucius exclaimed after him through a quivering breath.

"I want to be inside you, Professor Malfoy."

"And what makes you think …" Lucius started and Harry didn't allow him to finish.

Quickly discarding his clothes, he told the older man, "I'm going to fuck you, Lucius, and you're not going to stop me. You've seen what my tongue can do, can you imagine what else is there?"

The older man turned and looking at him with raised brows, Lucius said around a smirk, "Well … "

Harry smirked back and pulled at the older man. Unbalancing him, they fell on the bed with Lucius landing on top of Harry. While it wasn't uncomfortable, it was not the way Harry had envisioned. He allowed himself to enjoy it for a very short time and then squirmed as if in discomfort.

When Lucius lifted up, Harry pulled away, rubbing himself against Lucius as much as possible. As they separated, he then lay across the older man and looked into his grey eyes. They gave the appearance of being blank but for some reason, Harry could see the raging lust that had refused to be blanked.

"So, have you got any lubricant in this room of yours?"

"And I reiterate, what makes you think that …"

Shimmering close to Lucius, Harry draped himself on the older man and licking his ears enthusiastically he moaned into them, "Lets not go there again okay. We both know that it is going to happen, it's what we both want, so why not enjoy it. **Lick** The lube?"

He got behind Lucius and took of the offending materials that were between them.

"You have a wand, don't you? Or is your education so lacking?" Lucius then told him.

"You really shouldn't have said that," Harry answered him and with a whispered word, he quickly lubricated the hole in question and while rubbing his tongue up and down Lucius' spine, he used his fingers to stretch and open Lucius up, in preparation for his cock.

When he felt that the other man was ready, he quickly prepared himself as well and pulling at Lucius waist, the other man opened himself up to Harry. This was a sight that Harry had never imaging to see. He first pinched his arm to make sure that it was not a dream, and then lining the head of his cock with Lucius' hole, he asked breathlessly, "Are you ready for me, Lucius?"

"I would hope so, Harry Potter," Lucius answered, trying to maintain control of the situation. And Harry didn't want to allow him that.

"Oh, I know so, Lucius, but I want you to tell me. Do you want me?"

"And if I don't?"

Hearing the arrogance in the question, Harry moved in slowly so that only the head of his cock was in Lucius. He stopped there, keeping himself very still, both to allow Lucius to get used to him, and to let the other man know that the control was his. Before it got uncomfortable, Lucius would have to let him know what direction to go. If Lucius made any motion to expel him, he would be giving Harry and himself an extended feel of their joining. If he should say yes, it was now at Harry's discretion at how fast or slow they would go, and how good he'd make it between them.

Lucius didn't answer Harry for a while and Harry remained silent. Just when the younger man was about to give up the control to Lucius, the other man took a deep breath and said quite clearly, "Yes, Harry, I want you."

Not giving the older man a chance to change his mind, Harry breathed out to him, "And you shall have me."

In one smooth move, Harry buried himself fully in the body beneath him. They both took a deep breath and as they exhale, Harry pulled himself out of Lucius and pushed in again. He moved his body steadily, maximizing his stroke of Lucius' prostrate as he entered the older man and the only sounds in the room were their moans of pleasure. Just as Lucius moved his hand to give himself pleasure, Harry pushed the hands away and grabbing hold of the cock before him, he quickly stroked Lucius in tandem with his own movements.

For a time, Harry kept Lucius on the brink of coming, tightening his hold on his balls whenever he felt the other man about to come. Just before he himself was about to give up and fall into his own orgasm, Harry bit down on Lucius' neck making the other man shudder and shake in a combination of pain and pleasure.

It didn't take Lucius long before he was pleading with the young man who was playing his body like a fiddle and the sound of his pleas gave Harry the coitus to continue and let himself go. Giving Lucius a hard bite on his neck, Harry let go and with a final stroke on Lucius' cock, so did Lucius.

The aftermath of their joint orgasm made the room feel like a tomb even though they are both breathing heavily. They had both screamed loudly during their release. When Harry looked at the neck he'd just bitten, he saw a trickle of blood and couldn't help licking it and Lucius' shudder made him know that it was okay.

Feeling drowsy, Harry started to feel awkward, not knowing what to do now that his brain had been cleared of the lust that had clogged it. He rested his body on the older man beneath him and tried to come up with something to say so as to minimize the trouble and embarrassment that he could feel on the horizon. Suddenly, he felt Lucius' fingers entwine with his on the hand, letting him know that rather than being in trouble, the older man was okay with what they had just done.

With another lick at the wound he'd just inflicted on his bed partner, Harry let his worries rest for a short time and succumbed to the darkness of the sleep that had been hovering behind his eyes.

The End.
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