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"I suppose you think this is amusing," Lucius said, shifting uncomfortably.

"No," Harry replied. He took a sip from the bottle he'd been nursing for the last hour. "I don't."

"To the victor go the spoils," Lucius grumbled.

Harry chuckled. "So they fucking say." He put the bottle down and stepped forward, unfastening his trousers.

Lucius made a hissing noise and turned away.

"Now, now," Harry said, putting a hand under his chin and turning his gaze forward again. "We've already discussed this."

Lucius didn't respond. He glared at Harry a moment more, then opened his mouth.

Harry pressed his cock between Lucius's lips and whispered, "Draco."