Malfoycest Drabble Series

Lucius knew the thoughts he’d been having lately were forbidden. It was wrong to lust after one’s own son, but Draco had grown into a desirable young man. The way the teen’s blond hair fell over his eyes, and the way his light muscles moved beneath his skin, always caused Lucius’ breath to hitch.

Draco knew this. It was the reason he had taken to wandering the Manor shirtless. He delighted in moving and stretching in enticing ways, or licking his lips and sending seemingly innocent half-smiles in his father’s direction. To Draco, this was just a game; but it was one that he intended to win.

As tempting as he found his son, Lucius wouldn’t act on these desires. He vowed he would be satisfied by simply watching the boy from across the room, never touching the smooth skin or soft hair; never kissing those full, wet lips; never acting on the fantasies that played through his mind at night.

Draco knew that each day, his father was coming closer to breaking that vow.