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Malfoycest Drabble Series
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Draco/Lucius
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
15,532
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4
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Closing the Distance
Lucius’ resolve was breaking. Each day, he watched his son from as far away as Draco would allow, and each day, that distance seemed to grow smaller.
Draco loved the act of seducing his father. It was so forbidden, yet so easy. A good-night kiss that lasted a bit too long; a light caress of the fingers as he handed his father a book. His favorite way of capturing Lucius’ attention was by sucking innocently on fruit, or delicately licking sauce from his fingers during meals.
Meal times weren’t safe anymore, Lucius lamented. The way his son’s succulent lips looked wrapped around whatever he was supposed to be eating aroused him in ways he knew were wrong.
And then, one day, Draco closed the remaining distance between them. He was sucking on a grape in that enticing way, eyeing his father over breakfast. He inched his chair closer, so that when Lucius raised his arm to cut into his waffles, his elbow brushed against Draco’s. Draco silently urged his father to look up, and he did, reluctantly.
Lucius’ gaze was trapped, and he could do nothing as Draco leaned toward him and pressed his lips against his in an open-mouthed kiss that was passionate and needy, and nothing like what a kiss between a father and son should be. Then there was something forcing his lips apart, and Draco’s tongue was in his mouth, along with the grape, still unbitten.
Draco pulled away, smirking, as he watched his father dazedly swallow the grape, lust filling gray eyes that were too similar to his own.
Lucius hated that arrogant smirk more than he ever did before, but found that when his lips were on Draco’s, that didn’t really matter much.
Draco loved the act of seducing his father. It was so forbidden, yet so easy. A good-night kiss that lasted a bit too long; a light caress of the fingers as he handed his father a book. His favorite way of capturing Lucius’ attention was by sucking innocently on fruit, or delicately licking sauce from his fingers during meals.
Meal times weren’t safe anymore, Lucius lamented. The way his son’s succulent lips looked wrapped around whatever he was supposed to be eating aroused him in ways he knew were wrong.
And then, one day, Draco closed the remaining distance between them. He was sucking on a grape in that enticing way, eyeing his father over breakfast. He inched his chair closer, so that when Lucius raised his arm to cut into his waffles, his elbow brushed against Draco’s. Draco silently urged his father to look up, and he did, reluctantly.
Lucius’ gaze was trapped, and he could do nothing as Draco leaned toward him and pressed his lips against his in an open-mouthed kiss that was passionate and needy, and nothing like what a kiss between a father and son should be. Then there was something forcing his lips apart, and Draco’s tongue was in his mouth, along with the grape, still unbitten.
Draco pulled away, smirking, as he watched his father dazedly swallow the grape, lust filling gray eyes that were too similar to his own.
Lucius hated that arrogant smirk more than he ever did before, but found that when his lips were on Draco’s, that didn’t really matter much.