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DD 02 - He doesn't love him
Title: He does not love him.
Author: ejab
Pairing: SS/LM/DM
Word count: 1000 words.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Draco doesn’t love his godfather.Or does he?
Kinks chosen: Zelophilia.
Warnings: mwah, a tiny bit of sexual display.
A/N: many, many thanks to my new ‘crew’ of dedicated beta readers Sparky, Stuka and Nax. All remaining mistakes are mine.
I wanted to avoid the obvious path. Hope it still drives the message home? And it is kind of a sequel to ‘Draco’s lesson.’
A week had past since the best sexual experience of his life. Draco still hoped for an encore. Unfortunately both his father and Severus seemed to consider 'the lesson' an once-only, continuing with their lives as if nothing had happened.
His burns told otherwise. Draco refused to get them healed. He considered them cherished memories of a wonderful event. Touching them daily while masturbating, he relived every second. They also filled him with pride; he had endured severe pain receiving them without losing face, earning the approval of his father in the process.
If, for one odd moment, his hormones kept a low profile, he would only have to feel the friction of his clothes over the burns to be completely lost again. At those moments any flat surface would do.
Hiding these hormonal flushes proved almost impossible, if the knowing smile of Severus this morning was anything to go by. That had been a first and only acknowledgement of their shared intimacy.
A smile. During breakfast. He had smiled back. Proper etiquette and all that. Good boy.
Draco snorted and chuckled. Spread out on the table, naked, offering himself as breakfast - that was the response he would have liked to give. That would have been a stupid thing to do, though. His father was notorious for his possessiveness. He did not share his lover.
The fact that he had done exactly that was something Draco still couldn't understand.
Puzzled, he stared up at the giant oak-tree he was sitting under.
"Master Draco's presence is required for lunch." A timid house-elf delivered his message and disappeared. Draco sighed. Wonderful, now he had lost track of time as well.
"You are late." A stern looking Lucius awaited him in the hallway.
"I'm sorry, Father. It won't happen again."
"Change before joining us." Lucius stared at his son's trousers, not hiding his disapproval. "Oh, and Draco?"
"Yes, Father?"
"Cleaning spells are useful but allow me to point out that fresh air also makes a significant contribution towards a healthy sleeping accommodation."
Embarrassing heat crawled its way to the surface of his cheeks. Draco turned away, retreating as dignified as possible. How could he - ?
"Damn." The moment he opened the door, the unmistakable smell of his favourite pastime approached him. Those stupid elves had not aired his room yet!
Cursing under his breath, Draco changed and walked back reluctantly, prepared for countless snide remarks.
Which never came. Instead, his father and Severus discussed the latest rumours about the replacement of Fudge as Minister for Magic.
"There's a strong lobby in favour of Rufus Scrimgeour," Lucius knew.
"Scrimgeour?" Severus frowned. "I do not think that desirable."
"You think?" Lucius snarled.
Smiling, Severus took his lover's hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it gently.
"I'll offer you my shoulder to cry on when it happens," he said.
"Your shoulder only?" Lucius snorted.
"Exacting and greedy as always." The kiss was repeated.
"Of course."
"Good." Lips were exchanged for a tongue. Both Lucius and Draco watched it lick the back of the hand before curling itself around the index finger.
Lucius watched with amusement, Draco did not. His blood boiled as his stomach cringed and he felt a disturbingly strong urge to snatch his father's hand away and jump on his throat. What was the matter with him?
"Hey!" No, this was too much. Seeing them kiss, devouring, each other right in front of him - it was more than Draco could stand.
"Is there a problem?" Lucius gave his son an innocent look.
"Ah, come on! You… eh… " Two pair of amused eyes staring at him were all it took. Draco felt hopelessly embarrassed.
Severus grinned. "You were right, Lucius. He's not ready yet."
"Regretfully so." Lucius rose. "If you will excuse us?" Draco received a rather mocking nod after which the adults left the room.
Draco gazed after them. Not ready? Not ready for what? Why didn't they just tell him what was expected of him? Why these fucking riddles all the time?
Appetite gone, he made his way to his own room and noticed his father's bedroom door slightly ajar. A shuddering groan reached his ears and went straight to his groin. Draco stopped.
"Come in, Draco." His father's voice. "What kept you so long?"
So much for an unnoticed peek. Draco entered and gasped. Severus lay naked on the bed, flushed and needy. Lucius lazily stroked the cock, ignoring Severus' incoherent pleas for more.
"Jealousy clouds the mind, churns the stomach with bile and makes you want to scream and howl in fury, doesn't it?"
"I'm not jealo - "
"Don't lie to me, boy," Lucius snapped. "You do not have what it takes to make an undetected lie." He made a point of alternately squeezing and licking his lover's erection. Severus moaned.
Ears buzzing and eyes burning, Draco clenched his fists, nails digging into the flesh.
"Jealousy is both powerful and reducing. Canalise it." His voice lecturing, Lucius' eyes descended to his son's crotch.
After a slight hesitation, Draco freed his painfully hard cock.
"Show me what you've just been taught."
Draco really had no idea what lesson his father referred to but there was only so much one could do with an erection, after all. He started fisting himself.
"Good." Lucius kept his eyes on the action as his tongue licked Severus' cock, fluttering against the cock head and teasing the slit. His hand pushed the foreskin back and forth, then grabbed the base of his lover's cock. Severus whimpered, eyes closed and long past any speech.
Mesmerised, Draco was nearly there too. He locked eyes with his father again as Lucius took the cock in his mouth and sucked. Hard.
Draco groaned, speeding up his movements, overcome with the blind need to come.
Lucius smiled. Then he swallowed.
Two hoarse shouts as both Severus and Draco came, their body's convulsing violently.
Still catching his breath, Severus managed a chuckle.
"Class dismissed."
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Author: ejab
Pairing: SS/LM/DM
Word count: 1000 words.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Draco doesn’t love his godfather.Or does he?
Kinks chosen: Zelophilia.
Warnings: mwah, a tiny bit of sexual display.
A/N: many, many thanks to my new ‘crew’ of dedicated beta readers Sparky, Stuka and Nax. All remaining mistakes are mine.
I wanted to avoid the obvious path. Hope it still drives the message home? And it is kind of a sequel to ‘Draco’s lesson.’
A week had past since the best sexual experience of his life. Draco still hoped for an encore. Unfortunately both his father and Severus seemed to consider 'the lesson' an once-only, continuing with their lives as if nothing had happened.
His burns told otherwise. Draco refused to get them healed. He considered them cherished memories of a wonderful event. Touching them daily while masturbating, he relived every second. They also filled him with pride; he had endured severe pain receiving them without losing face, earning the approval of his father in the process.
If, for one odd moment, his hormones kept a low profile, he would only have to feel the friction of his clothes over the burns to be completely lost again. At those moments any flat surface would do.
Hiding these hormonal flushes proved almost impossible, if the knowing smile of Severus this morning was anything to go by. That had been a first and only acknowledgement of their shared intimacy.
A smile. During breakfast. He had smiled back. Proper etiquette and all that. Good boy.
Draco snorted and chuckled. Spread out on the table, naked, offering himself as breakfast - that was the response he would have liked to give. That would have been a stupid thing to do, though. His father was notorious for his possessiveness. He did not share his lover.
The fact that he had done exactly that was something Draco still couldn't understand.
Puzzled, he stared up at the giant oak-tree he was sitting under.
"Master Draco's presence is required for lunch." A timid house-elf delivered his message and disappeared. Draco sighed. Wonderful, now he had lost track of time as well.
"You are late." A stern looking Lucius awaited him in the hallway.
"I'm sorry, Father. It won't happen again."
"Change before joining us." Lucius stared at his son's trousers, not hiding his disapproval. "Oh, and Draco?"
"Yes, Father?"
"Cleaning spells are useful but allow me to point out that fresh air also makes a significant contribution towards a healthy sleeping accommodation."
Embarrassing heat crawled its way to the surface of his cheeks. Draco turned away, retreating as dignified as possible. How could he - ?
"Damn." The moment he opened the door, the unmistakable smell of his favourite pastime approached him. Those stupid elves had not aired his room yet!
Cursing under his breath, Draco changed and walked back reluctantly, prepared for countless snide remarks.
Which never came. Instead, his father and Severus discussed the latest rumours about the replacement of Fudge as Minister for Magic.
"There's a strong lobby in favour of Rufus Scrimgeour," Lucius knew.
"Scrimgeour?" Severus frowned. "I do not think that desirable."
"You think?" Lucius snarled.
Smiling, Severus took his lover's hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it gently.
"I'll offer you my shoulder to cry on when it happens," he said.
"Your shoulder only?" Lucius snorted.
"Exacting and greedy as always." The kiss was repeated.
"Of course."
"Good." Lips were exchanged for a tongue. Both Lucius and Draco watched it lick the back of the hand before curling itself around the index finger.
Lucius watched with amusement, Draco did not. His blood boiled as his stomach cringed and he felt a disturbingly strong urge to snatch his father's hand away and jump on his throat. What was the matter with him?
"Hey!" No, this was too much. Seeing them kiss, devouring, each other right in front of him - it was more than Draco could stand.
"Is there a problem?" Lucius gave his son an innocent look.
"Ah, come on! You… eh… " Two pair of amused eyes staring at him were all it took. Draco felt hopelessly embarrassed.
Severus grinned. "You were right, Lucius. He's not ready yet."
"Regretfully so." Lucius rose. "If you will excuse us?" Draco received a rather mocking nod after which the adults left the room.
Draco gazed after them. Not ready? Not ready for what? Why didn't they just tell him what was expected of him? Why these fucking riddles all the time?
Appetite gone, he made his way to his own room and noticed his father's bedroom door slightly ajar. A shuddering groan reached his ears and went straight to his groin. Draco stopped.
"Come in, Draco." His father's voice. "What kept you so long?"
So much for an unnoticed peek. Draco entered and gasped. Severus lay naked on the bed, flushed and needy. Lucius lazily stroked the cock, ignoring Severus' incoherent pleas for more.
"Jealousy clouds the mind, churns the stomach with bile and makes you want to scream and howl in fury, doesn't it?"
"I'm not jealo - "
"Don't lie to me, boy," Lucius snapped. "You do not have what it takes to make an undetected lie." He made a point of alternately squeezing and licking his lover's erection. Severus moaned.
Ears buzzing and eyes burning, Draco clenched his fists, nails digging into the flesh.
"Jealousy is both powerful and reducing. Canalise it." His voice lecturing, Lucius' eyes descended to his son's crotch.
After a slight hesitation, Draco freed his painfully hard cock.
"Show me what you've just been taught."
Draco really had no idea what lesson his father referred to but there was only so much one could do with an erection, after all. He started fisting himself.
"Good." Lucius kept his eyes on the action as his tongue licked Severus' cock, fluttering against the cock head and teasing the slit. His hand pushed the foreskin back and forth, then grabbed the base of his lover's cock. Severus whimpered, eyes closed and long past any speech.
Mesmerised, Draco was nearly there too. He locked eyes with his father again as Lucius took the cock in his mouth and sucked. Hard.
Draco groaned, speeding up his movements, overcome with the blind need to come.
Lucius smiled. Then he swallowed.
Two hoarse shouts as both Severus and Draco came, their body's convulsing violently.
Still catching his breath, Severus managed a chuckle.
"Class dismissed."
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