WARNING: Lucius/Harry slash. As in, fucking sexy older-man-going-down-on-schoolboy-slash. You have been warned.

Why Lamb Is Actually Good for You

Lucius raised an eyebrow at the young man sitting in his kitchen, clad only in a pair of silver sleeper pants, and voraciously eating a leg of lamb.

He raised the eyebrow even higher as he realized that his son's friend was indeed, for lack of a better word, hot.

He raised the eyebrow even higher than high when he realized he was as hard as the lamb bone Harry was currently gnawing on.

Lucius shrugged elegantly. The stupid half-blood had (albeit unknowingly) thrust him into this situation, and know the stupid half-blood could get him out. Or off, as the case may be.

Lucius waved his waved, and Summoned the leg of lamb from Harry's devouring mouth.

"Potter!" he cried imperiously. "Your pants match the color of my smoldering eyes, therefore, we shall make out! And then I shall graciously allow you to suck me off, and then, quite possibly, I might fuck you. Depending on how much… incentive I get to do it. Or, I might just give you the pleasure of letting me watch you wank. Yes, it is a great honor, I know. You don't have to thank me, however. It is a gift, which I give freely and without shame to you, who should be more than grateful as a lowly, but rather attractive half-blood."

Harry's eyes widened. "Um…sir…" he stuttered. "It's not that I don't like you, or anything, 'cause I do. Y'know. But, well, don't you think it'd be kind of awkward in the morning, because you sleep right next to your son, and he'd probably hear us doing… stuff, and even if he didn't, the bed would probably rock against his wall."

Harry gulped, and added hastily, "Not that I've thought about this sort or thing, or erm… anything. Sir? Please stop walking towards me with that gleam in your eye. It scares me. Sir? Please put me down. I could walk to your room (not that I would want to, because I don't like you in that way), because I'm physically able to do so. Sir? Please don't smack my buttocks and call me your dirty little half-blood whore. It's totally not arousing in any way, and the poky thing you feel against your stomach is most definitely that leg of lamb. Yes."

It really was too bad that Lucius' bedroom was a short walk away from the kitchen. Harry didn't even have time to pull out the fail-safe 'but I'm actually straight' excuse. That was Harry's favorite line in their kinky little role-play.

Harry suspected that it wasn't Lucius' most favored line, and that was why he walked faster and faster each time they acted out the 'Father-meets-son's-sexy-friend-and-they-have-sexy-sex' fantasy.

So, of course, Harry made a point to gasp it out while riding happily on Lucius' cock.

He rather suspected that when Harry squeezed down just so with his clenching muscles, Lucius wasn't really paying attention to Harry's declarations of sexual orientation.

But still.

It made Harry feel better.

And that was all that matter, wasn't it?

Especially since Harry already knew how good Lucius was feeling.

FIN.

A/N: Wow. My first Lucius/Harry fic. I think this is the start of a beautiful friendsh- erm… I meant, relationship. :]

I have secretly lusted after Lucius for years, and get all hot'n'squirmy over school boy!Harry and sexy but old!Lucius fics. I finally built up the nerve to write one meself.

Just to clarify, Harry is still indeed in school ('cos I love the forbidden aspect. For some reason in my brain, illegal=hot.), probably Seventh Year, but Lucius and he have been having sex for like, I dunno. Two years? A year? Whatever. Long enough to have kinky fantasies together. :]

Don't flame me for this pairing, 'cause I seriously luff them. And I will be extremely pissy if someone rags on Lucius.

But feel free to tell me how to improve this story/pairing!