What He Needs

"Will it leave a scar?"

"Yes." Severus answered softly.

Lucius watched Severus pour the potion nicknamed "liquid fire" on Harry's back. Harry's slender body broke out in a sweat. Not long after he began to tremble.

As the small towel slipped from it precarious position green eyes met gray and Lucius couldn't hide the arousal that flared to life.

Severus watched the silent exchange with amusement.

The golden liquid clung to the whipcord lash that started from the left shoulder snaked down Harry's spinal cord then angled and ended at the curve of the right buttock.

Severus silently offered Harry a mouthpiece.

Harry mouthed the piece and braced himself as Severus began the incantation. Suddenly every fiber of his being was on fire. Harry locked eyes with his lover. For one brief moment Harry knew peace then he passed out.

Harry was slowly drifting towards consciousness vaguely aware that he didn't want to relinquish his fragile grasp of the blissful void he was cocooned in.

But something was gently pulling him back to reality. The slight electric shocks that were pervading his skin were doing an admirable job of waking him. Recognizing his lover's touch his cock quivered in anticipation. Harry shuddered when Lucius' hand ran over a nipple and as it was traveling down his chest he gave silent permission for Lucius to continue.

"Leave us." Lucius commanded. Severus acknowledged the command with a slight inclination of his head. Lucius waited until he heard the door shut before he moved.

Wiping sweat off the limp body Lucius' strokes became caresses gradually bringing Harry closer to awareness. Noticing Harry stirring Lucius discarded the towel in favor of his hands. Pale aristocratic hands paused in some places and lingered in others. Harry shuddered slightly when Lucius ran a hand down Harry's chest. Looking to Harry's eyes for permission to continue; once granted Lucius took hold of the twitching cock and with practiced ease he brought Harry quickly to climax.

"More." Harry whispered when he could talk.

He watched Lucius cast a locking spell and a silencing spell. Harry's body responded as Lucius undressed and climbed on the table. Straddling and leaning over Harry Lucius shook his head and let his hair curtain around them.

Still too weak to do anything but respond Harry completely gave himself over to Lucius. Enjoying the feel of skin against skin Harry would have moaned but his voice was consumed by Lucius' tongue in his mouth.

Suddenly Lucius moved away. Arranging Harry's legs Lucius positioned his head at the puckered opening and plunged his tongue deep inside. Harry's eyes rolled in the back of his head at the intrusion. Lucius' tongue was robbing him of his senses. Mewling softly hoping his cries would convince Lucius to switch positions. He longed for Lucius's cock. He knew Lucius was purposely denying him. It made him needier than ever.

In this state there was nothing he could do about it but wait.