Yo! This is a PWP-the no plot variety, that I wrote because things are currently shit and I need a distraction. So this will be a three shot-possibly a fourshot. The pairing is as listed, and it is an established relationship. Chapter one is Lucius, chapter two will be Severus, and chapter three will be a Harry sandwich. Chapter four, should there be one, will be a bonus one with Tom/Voldemort-possibly through a dream visit or something like that. You can totally skip four (if it'll exist), if it isn't your cup of tea. There's no plot, so you won't miss anything. You can skip any of the chapters, actually, though I obviously hope you don't.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters...
The position Harry had found himself in was neither a surprising one, nor one he was complaining about.
Pulled abruptly into a secluded and shadowed alcove, pinned against the stone wall by surprisingly strong hands, soft lips on his in a desperate, heated kiss-no, Harry didn't mind his current position or predicament one bit.
He bucked his hips forward, seeking friction of some kind, and one of those large hands left his wrists to grip his hip instead, forcing him to keep still. He groaned into the kiss, annoyed, and received a low chuckle in response.
Harry pulled his head back, breaking the kiss to glare at the man standing over him, unaware that the grand effect of his irritation was being greatly lost due to the all too clear lust in his eyes.
"You're being really unfair to me today."
"Because I'm not allowing you to rut against my thigh?" Lucius laughed softly, ducking his head to nose against Harry's hairline. "Is that what you want, Harry?" he whispered in his ear. "To use me for your own pleasure?" He eased a leg between Harry's own. "To use me until you make yourself come in your trousers?"
Breathing raggedly and mouth dry, Harry couldn't answer. That was indeed exactly what he wanted.
"You will have to answer me, Harry," Lucius said, pushing forward slightly.
A sound left Harry-high pitched and keening at the brief pressure on his cock, but Lucius only tsked and pulled back away from him a little.
"You know the rules, Harry," he chided. "Use your words, or else we will stop here and you will have to go to your next lesson unfulfilled. And that is not what you want, is it?
Harry shook his head forcefully.
Lucius smiled. "No, because Severus will only bend you over his desk again, won't he?" He chuckled again, once more pushing himself forward, letting Harry feel the pressure again for just a moment. "What do you want, Harry? Tell me."
This wasn't the first time they had done this-not by a long shot, but this was the part he always struggled with the most. Before Lucius and Severus, few had cared to hear him voice his opinions and desires, in bed or not, and they were the first ones to actively encourage him in that aspect. It was still very awkward and embarrassing though.
Harry licked his lips reflexively, unable to look Lucius in the eyes, blushing furiously. "I-" His voice cracked, and he quickly cleared it, trying again. "I-I want-"
Hunching over slightly, Lucius pressed encouraging little kisses along Harry's throat and jaw.
"I-I want to-to come..." He swallowed hard. "I want to use-" His voice cracked again.
"You're doing well," said Lucius, trailing a hand through Harry's hair. "Go on. Finish what you want to say, darling."
Harry swallowed again, inwardly cursing at how annoyingly hard this was. He sucked in a breath, then said, "I want to-to use you to make myself come!" His breath hitched, half because of his embarrassment at what he had just said, and half because Lucius had just nipped at his throat sharply.
Head tipping back, Harry welcomed the heated kiss he was being rewarded with, fingers delving into Lucius' soft hair. He groaned again when Lucius broke the kiss, pushing his leg back where it had been earlier.
"Go on then, Harry. Make yourself come. Use me."
With a desperate moan, Harry canted his hips forward, grinding down against the thigh situated between his own. He gripped Lucius' shoulders tightly, bracing himself as he ground down, burying his face in Lucius' chest, biting his lip.
Lucius' big hands came to his hips, long fingers delving under the waistband of his trousers, stroking the skin there as he guided Harry's motions, his own arousal growing with each moment that passed. He wanted to do more, wanted to touch more, wanted to see Harry writhing and panting, but now was neither the time nor the place.
Besides, having Harry rutting against him, using his body for his own pleasure... Well, it was beyond enticing all on its own.
When Harry sped up his movements, grinding harder, Lucius inhaled a long, slow breath, his grip on Harry's hips tightening.
"That's right," he said, his low voice a little breathless. "Use me, Harry. Make yourself come against me."
Harry tried to muffle his moan, fingers digging into Lucius' shoulders harshly as he rutted against the man's thigh. He was so close-so close! He just needed something that would push him over that edge. "Lucius...! Lucius, please! I need...!"
Lucius' expression twisted into one of pain. He took one of Harry's hands, pulling it off his shoulder and moving it down to the straining bulge in his trousers. "Do you see what you do to me, Harry? Do you feel what you do to me?" He groaned softly when Harry squeezed reflexively. "We'll do this again soon, Harry," he promised. "But next time it'll be in our rooms, and I'll have you naked against me. And instead of coming in your trousers, you'll come on me. You'll paint my skin."
Harry groaned, Lucius' words going straight to his cock. "I want that," he half gasped breathlessly, completely lost in the haze of pleasure.
"You want to use me before coming on me? Is that what you want, Harry?"
"Yessss!"
"Come then, darling. Come now." Jaw clenching as his own arousal reached an unbearable level, Lucius was unable to say anything more and simply guided Harry's harsh, desperate rutting until it stopped abruptly just a moment later, Harry muffling the cry that left him in Lucius' shirt.
Neither of them moved for a few minutes, both trying to catch their breath-and in Lucius' case, control his arousal as well. He had come embarrassingly close to coming in his own trousers.
He used a quick spell to clean the mess in Harry's own, and with a sigh and squirm of discomfort, Harry pulled away.
"I hate the way that spell feels," he muttered, leaning against the stone wall behind him.
Lucius smiled. "It is rather uncomfortable, isn't it?" He straightened up, readjusting and smoothing his clothes, watching as Harry did the same, feeling somewhat pleased when he noticed Harry was still trembling a little from the aftermath of his orgasm. "The bell will be ringing soon. I am sure you will want to get your things for your Potions class next." He smirked slightly. "Unless you wish for Severus to-"
Harry blushed and shoved the man, once more avoiding his gaze, embarrassed. "Don't finish that sentence!" he pleaded. "I swear, I can't even look at his desk in the classroom after what happened last time!"
"And what happened last time?"
"As if you don't already know!"
Lucius laughed in amusement, the sound being drowned out by the loud bell that rang through the castle just seconds later.
Harry was sure it wasn't going to be long before he once more found himself to be in another most welcome position. The question was just when, and perhaps where? He could hardly wait.
That's it for now. Looking forward to reviews! Laterz!