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Malfoycest Drabble Series
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Draco/Lucius
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Draco/Lucius
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
15,649
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4
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Currently Reading:
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Convincing
Draco’s kisses felt hot and in control as he trailed them along Lucius’ jaw. They were soft and deliberate and every so often the young Malfoy would dart out his tongue to lick the pale skin.
At first, Lucius tried to pull away, but his son was insistent. Soon he found himself giving in entirely to Draco’s demanding actions, leaving his own kisses in passionate trails along his son’s neck and face.
When he finally captured the young man’s lips with his own, in a burning kiss that was so wrong and so right at the same time, Draco moaned into his mouth. The sound went strait to Lucius’ groin, and despite the fact that this was his son initiating these actions, he could feel his pants getting tighter.
Draco let his hands slide into his father’s robes, searching for warm skin. He ran his hands along Lucius’ chest, pausing a bit too long when his fingers brushed over soft nipples. He teased them into hardness and thrust his hips forward, emphasizing his own need.
Lucius could feel that his son was just as hard as he now was, yet he couldn’t bring himself to act on it. He quickly broke the kiss and pushed Draco away, perhaps a bit too violently. Draco stumbled backwards a few steps, scowling at the sudden change in his father.
The two men stood in tense silence. Draco stared fixedly at his father, and Lucius turned away. He stormed out of the room and slammed the door behind him.
Draco frowned after him. Everything had been going well, and now… well, his father would just need a bit more convincing.
Draco sat in one of the oversized chairs, and carefully thought through a better way of getting to Lucius. This was his game, after all, and he refused to lose.
At first, Lucius tried to pull away, but his son was insistent. Soon he found himself giving in entirely to Draco’s demanding actions, leaving his own kisses in passionate trails along his son’s neck and face.
When he finally captured the young man’s lips with his own, in a burning kiss that was so wrong and so right at the same time, Draco moaned into his mouth. The sound went strait to Lucius’ groin, and despite the fact that this was his son initiating these actions, he could feel his pants getting tighter.
Draco let his hands slide into his father’s robes, searching for warm skin. He ran his hands along Lucius’ chest, pausing a bit too long when his fingers brushed over soft nipples. He teased them into hardness and thrust his hips forward, emphasizing his own need.
Lucius could feel that his son was just as hard as he now was, yet he couldn’t bring himself to act on it. He quickly broke the kiss and pushed Draco away, perhaps a bit too violently. Draco stumbled backwards a few steps, scowling at the sudden change in his father.
The two men stood in tense silence. Draco stared fixedly at his father, and Lucius turned away. He stormed out of the room and slammed the door behind him.
Draco frowned after him. Everything had been going well, and now… well, his father would just need a bit more convincing.
Draco sat in one of the oversized chairs, and carefully thought through a better way of getting to Lucius. This was his game, after all, and he refused to lose.