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Title: left out
Author: ejab
Pairing: DM/LM/SS
Word count: 1000
Rating: NC-17
Summary: a new world opens up for Draco; he absolutely loves it
Kinks chosen: knife play
Warnings: knife play, some blood and father and son sharing kisses
Author’s Notes: challenge for the Daily Deviant community. Many thanks to my betas silentpawz, Sparky and Stuka.
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“Allow me to introduce you to the true definition of a pain slut.”
Legendary words with which Draco gains his first access into his father’s private playroom.
He blinks. Twice.
Severus. Naked. His chin resting on his chest, wet strands of hair shielding his face while ropes, descending from the ceiling, enclose his wrists, holding him upright.
“He looks exhausted.”
“He’s resting.” Lucius smiles. “We just finished a rather intense session.”
Draco frowns.
“I’ve cleaned him up,” Lucius answers the unspoken question. “Let’s see how capable you are of giving pain, shall we?”
“Father?” Draco swallows.
“He is prepared and…” Lucius caresses Severus’ left cheek, “… very willing.”
Severus sighs as Lucius gently kisses him on the shoulder.
“Is he even aware of my presence?” Draco keeps staring at Severus.
Lucius nods and places a knife against the naked skin, slowly pushing the tip through the skin, then dragging it down.
Severus moans as skin separates. Blood appears. Lucius chases it with his tongue before sharing it with his lover in a long kiss.
Draco notices Severus’ eager response; it indeed seems to be what he wants.
Intriguing.
“Follow my finger.” Handing Draco the knife, Lucius’ forefinger follows an invisible line downward.
Draco hesitantly obeys, surprised about the lack of force needed to puncture the skin.
Seeing Draco mimic his earlier gesture, Lucius nods his approval. “Deeper this time.”
“Deeper?”
“He likes that. Besides, if he doesn’t, he’ll use his safe word.” Lucius’ nails randomly scratch Severus’ flesh, pleading the skin to forgive him with kisses afterwards. “Which he…” A guttural sound escapes Severus’ mouth as nails torture his glans, “…has never used. Not once in our twenty-one years of playing.”
“You sound proud.”
“Of course! You never want your partner to use his safe word. It means you have failed and, worse, lost his trust.”
Teeth bite down hard on a nipple. Severus hisses.
Draco tries to understand. “Don’t you want to give as much pain as possible?”
“This isn’t your ordinary Muggle torture, Draco,” Lucius reprimands him. “Yes, I want to give him pain, as much as possible and then some more. In such a way that he will voluntarily go one step beyond his boundaries. One step only. Now stop spoiling the mood and do as you’re told.”
At his father’s silent command Draco positions the tip of the knife on the inside of Severus’ upper arm, making sure to puncture the flesh as slowly as possible before moving on.
Making cut after cut, he licks up the blood every time before proceeding while Lucius keeps himself occupied with Severus’ back.
As far as Draco is concerned, this is the most erotic experience of his life. He adores the way Severus responds to every new cut with a soft “huh” and a light shiver. Oh, and the shuddering moans his father manages to withdraw from him; they seem to go straight to Draco’s own cock, making him impossibly hard.
Maybe his arousal is to blame? After licking up blood for the umpteenth time, all Draco can think of is that he wants more. Without giving it another thought, he also shares the blood with Severus. Starting out as a hesitant kiss, it quickly transforms into shameless plundering of an all too willing, eager mouth.
Yes, definitely hormones. Draco otherwise would never dare touch what his father considers to be his. Now he is not only kissing his father’s lover, but he can’t stop himself from rubbing against the body in front of him as well.
Lucius watches with blazing eyes how his son fights a losing battle. He should punish the boy. He really should.
Keening desire shoots through Draco’s body the moment he feels a tongue licking his from the *outside*. Instinct tells him to run but lust and a reassuring caress over his back tell of the privilege granted.
Continuing the three-way kiss, Lucius takes possession of the knife and makes a deep, long cut over Severus’ chest. Severus growls, breaking the kiss, throwing his head back.
Draco licks the exposed flesh of the throat, not giving a damn about anything other than pleasing his hormones.
Lucius cuts his lover again, leaving an even deeper cut just under Severus’ left nipple,
“Share it,” he whispers, watching Draco’s tongue go for the blood.
His mouth filled, Draco makes his way to Severus’ when his head is jerked sideways. His father’s mouth roughly claims the contents before passing it on to Severus.
Oh Merlin, this is getting too much! Draco’s hand goes to his trousers; he has to touch himself!
An unexpected and sharp pain on his hand. Draco curses, jerking his hand away.
“What – “ His father has cut his hand. Draco looks up, confused and nervous about the angry look he encounters.
The only explanation Lucius gives are three more, disturbingly deep, cuts on Severus’ chest and abdomen.
Draco obediently licks up as much blood as he can. This time he is not surprised to meet his father’s mouth. What follows is a harsh kiss, establishing dominance. Draco understands and makes a point of radiating total submission.
Apparently satisfied, Lucius initiates another three-way kiss. From the corner of his eyes Draco can see his father transform the knife into a bowl with a clear content. He recognises the scent of alcohol.
The next moment Draco is roughly shoved aside as his father steps back and throws the alcohol against Severus’ chest.
Severus howls in pain, laughing simultaneously; his body writhing in agony.
Suddenly Severus collapses.
For a moment Draco fears the worst but his father seems to have expected this. In the what now seems to be a deafening silence he calmly frees his lover, wraps him in a blanket, then takes him down to the floor.
Mesmerised Draco watches his father hold his lover, whispering sweet nothings.
“Is he all right?” Draco finds himself whispering as well.
“He is exactly where he wants to be… ” Lucius growls. “… Get out.”
Draco reluctantly obeys.
Author: ejab
Pairing: DM/LM/SS
Word count: 1000
Rating: NC-17
Summary: a new world opens up for Draco; he absolutely loves it
Kinks chosen: knife play
Warnings: knife play, some blood and father and son sharing kisses
Author’s Notes: challenge for the Daily Deviant community. Many thanks to my betas silentpawz, Sparky and Stuka.
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“Allow me to introduce you to the true definition of a pain slut.”
Legendary words with which Draco gains his first access into his father’s private playroom.
He blinks. Twice.
Severus. Naked. His chin resting on his chest, wet strands of hair shielding his face while ropes, descending from the ceiling, enclose his wrists, holding him upright.
“He looks exhausted.”
“He’s resting.” Lucius smiles. “We just finished a rather intense session.”
Draco frowns.
“I’ve cleaned him up,” Lucius answers the unspoken question. “Let’s see how capable you are of giving pain, shall we?”
“Father?” Draco swallows.
“He is prepared and…” Lucius caresses Severus’ left cheek, “… very willing.”
Severus sighs as Lucius gently kisses him on the shoulder.
“Is he even aware of my presence?” Draco keeps staring at Severus.
Lucius nods and places a knife against the naked skin, slowly pushing the tip through the skin, then dragging it down.
Severus moans as skin separates. Blood appears. Lucius chases it with his tongue before sharing it with his lover in a long kiss.
Draco notices Severus’ eager response; it indeed seems to be what he wants.
Intriguing.
“Follow my finger.” Handing Draco the knife, Lucius’ forefinger follows an invisible line downward.
Draco hesitantly obeys, surprised about the lack of force needed to puncture the skin.
Seeing Draco mimic his earlier gesture, Lucius nods his approval. “Deeper this time.”
“Deeper?”
“He likes that. Besides, if he doesn’t, he’ll use his safe word.” Lucius’ nails randomly scratch Severus’ flesh, pleading the skin to forgive him with kisses afterwards. “Which he…” A guttural sound escapes Severus’ mouth as nails torture his glans, “…has never used. Not once in our twenty-one years of playing.”
“You sound proud.”
“Of course! You never want your partner to use his safe word. It means you have failed and, worse, lost his trust.”
Teeth bite down hard on a nipple. Severus hisses.
Draco tries to understand. “Don’t you want to give as much pain as possible?”
“This isn’t your ordinary Muggle torture, Draco,” Lucius reprimands him. “Yes, I want to give him pain, as much as possible and then some more. In such a way that he will voluntarily go one step beyond his boundaries. One step only. Now stop spoiling the mood and do as you’re told.”
At his father’s silent command Draco positions the tip of the knife on the inside of Severus’ upper arm, making sure to puncture the flesh as slowly as possible before moving on.
Making cut after cut, he licks up the blood every time before proceeding while Lucius keeps himself occupied with Severus’ back.
As far as Draco is concerned, this is the most erotic experience of his life. He adores the way Severus responds to every new cut with a soft “huh” and a light shiver. Oh, and the shuddering moans his father manages to withdraw from him; they seem to go straight to Draco’s own cock, making him impossibly hard.
Maybe his arousal is to blame? After licking up blood for the umpteenth time, all Draco can think of is that he wants more. Without giving it another thought, he also shares the blood with Severus. Starting out as a hesitant kiss, it quickly transforms into shameless plundering of an all too willing, eager mouth.
Yes, definitely hormones. Draco otherwise would never dare touch what his father considers to be his. Now he is not only kissing his father’s lover, but he can’t stop himself from rubbing against the body in front of him as well.
Lucius watches with blazing eyes how his son fights a losing battle. He should punish the boy. He really should.
Keening desire shoots through Draco’s body the moment he feels a tongue licking his from the *outside*. Instinct tells him to run but lust and a reassuring caress over his back tell of the privilege granted.
Continuing the three-way kiss, Lucius takes possession of the knife and makes a deep, long cut over Severus’ chest. Severus growls, breaking the kiss, throwing his head back.
Draco licks the exposed flesh of the throat, not giving a damn about anything other than pleasing his hormones.
Lucius cuts his lover again, leaving an even deeper cut just under Severus’ left nipple,
“Share it,” he whispers, watching Draco’s tongue go for the blood.
His mouth filled, Draco makes his way to Severus’ when his head is jerked sideways. His father’s mouth roughly claims the contents before passing it on to Severus.
Oh Merlin, this is getting too much! Draco’s hand goes to his trousers; he has to touch himself!
An unexpected and sharp pain on his hand. Draco curses, jerking his hand away.
“What – “ His father has cut his hand. Draco looks up, confused and nervous about the angry look he encounters.
The only explanation Lucius gives are three more, disturbingly deep, cuts on Severus’ chest and abdomen.
Draco obediently licks up as much blood as he can. This time he is not surprised to meet his father’s mouth. What follows is a harsh kiss, establishing dominance. Draco understands and makes a point of radiating total submission.
Apparently satisfied, Lucius initiates another three-way kiss. From the corner of his eyes Draco can see his father transform the knife into a bowl with a clear content. He recognises the scent of alcohol.
The next moment Draco is roughly shoved aside as his father steps back and throws the alcohol against Severus’ chest.
Severus howls in pain, laughing simultaneously; his body writhing in agony.
Suddenly Severus collapses.
For a moment Draco fears the worst but his father seems to have expected this. In the what now seems to be a deafening silence he calmly frees his lover, wraps him in a blanket, then takes him down to the floor.
Mesmerised Draco watches his father hold his lover, whispering sweet nothings.
“Is he all right?” Draco finds himself whispering as well.
“He is exactly where he wants to be… ” Lucius growls. “… Get out.”
Draco reluctantly obeys.