Malfoycest Drabble Series
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Draco/Lucius
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Adult +
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5
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15,533
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4
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Insolent
Lucius reflected that breakfast had not gone well at all, and retreated to his study to read. He needed time away from that wretched, manipulative boy.
But then, maybe that was a sign that he had raised Draco well. Malfoys always knew how to get what they wanted, after all. Draco had all of the confidence and poise befitting the family name.
And he was beautiful, as all Malfoys were. He was fair-skinned, soft, and lithe, with delicate features that were too much like his own. Still, when Lucius thought about touching that soft skin, he felt his resolve weakening.
He was interrupted when Draco tentatively stepped into the room. He gave his father a sly smile and asked if he was busy. Unable to resist the charms of his son, Lucius shook his head no, even as he voiced, “yes,” in an irritated way. Draco seemed to understand however, and moved closer.
Lucius stood, and Draco tilted his head up to him, begging but smirking at the same time. Insolent child! So self-assured, and so demanding! Lucius wanted to hit him for his disrespect, but instead just scowled down at him.
And then Draco kissed him hard on the lips, eyes closed and brow furrowed. Despite his better judgment, Lucius let it happen, even placed his hands on the younger Malfoy’s waist, a supportive gesture.
Lucius hated the way Draco made him feel, hated the control his son seemed to have over him. He hated when Draco ran his fingers across his cheeks, hated when his kisses turned more passionate than they should.
Yet he couldn’t stop this.
But then, maybe that was a sign that he had raised Draco well. Malfoys always knew how to get what they wanted, after all. Draco had all of the confidence and poise befitting the family name.
And he was beautiful, as all Malfoys were. He was fair-skinned, soft, and lithe, with delicate features that were too much like his own. Still, when Lucius thought about touching that soft skin, he felt his resolve weakening.
He was interrupted when Draco tentatively stepped into the room. He gave his father a sly smile and asked if he was busy. Unable to resist the charms of his son, Lucius shook his head no, even as he voiced, “yes,” in an irritated way. Draco seemed to understand however, and moved closer.
Lucius stood, and Draco tilted his head up to him, begging but smirking at the same time. Insolent child! So self-assured, and so demanding! Lucius wanted to hit him for his disrespect, but instead just scowled down at him.
And then Draco kissed him hard on the lips, eyes closed and brow furrowed. Despite his better judgment, Lucius let it happen, even placed his hands on the younger Malfoy’s waist, a supportive gesture.
Lucius hated the way Draco made him feel, hated the control his son seemed to have over him. He hated when Draco ran his fingers across his cheeks, hated when his kisses turned more passionate than they should.
Yet he couldn’t stop this.