An Unlikely Desire | By : KJmom827 Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 75108 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 8 |
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A/N: Sorry it's been so long since I've updated this, but unfortunately is isn't one of my more pressing projects right now. *sigh* A little plot tried to assert itself (as it has a couple times while I've been working on this), but I tried to stamp it out. Either way, I'm still calling this PWP (especially since I don't expect to write anything for this but smut). Warning for this chapter, oh, how to word this... Daddy!kink, certainly, and the other thing goes along with that. I don't want to give it away, but there is spell work involved - but Draco remains of age. I think that is the most important thing to remember. Draco is still a consenting adult. Can you believe that I didn't start with the smut immediately?
Harry is extremely uncomfortable this morning. He winces every time he sits and his jaw clenches with almost every step he takes. It’s understandable, he was spanked and stretched so nicely last night, and Harry would not allow any healing spells or creams.
I can tell that Draco is concerned about him, but that isn’t unusual. Indeed, I’m beginning to wonder how long I’ll be allowed to play this game. It’s quite obvious that - while my son is attracted to me - Draco is rather smitten with Harry. I must admit to feeling a little in awe of the boy myself, though I know my feelings do not run nearly as deeply as my son’s.
They really are quite beautiful together - whether they are rolling around nakedly or simply engaged in a game of chess. They complement each other, and while I’d love to have grandchildren, I would never try to stop what’s happening. My son is falling in love, and if I’m not quite mistaken, Harry is as well.
I sometimes think I should bow out now - gracefully - but I am nothing if not a selfish man. I want to continue this unlikely threesome as long as they are in agreement. I have never been so satisfied sexually. I have also never felt quite so needed, so wanted.
“Father?”
“Yes, Draco?” It’s so odd that we can spend hours in bed together and go right back to normal when it’s over. That’s how I know this will not last. Harry and Draco get closer everyday, but I remain cut off from that closeness. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t bother me, but that’s unimportant. I don’t think this was ever my story to begin with. I am just lucky enough to be a part of it for a short time.
“Were you going out today, or…”
He glances nervously at Harry before fixing his gaze on the plate in front of him. It’s obvious that he wants the other boy to himself today.
“I have several matters to which I must attend. I will either be locked away in my study or at the Ministry most of the day.”
“You work entirely too much, Lucius.”
“I am a very important man, Harry. As such, I have certain duties to uphold.” It is true. Harry made sure that I was reinstated at the Ministry shortly after the death of Lord Voldemort. I have worked hard to make sure that the Malfoy name is still held in high regard.
“I understand why you do it. I’m just saying that you could use a holiday once in a while.”
“Maybe soon, love.” Draco practically bristles at the term of endearment, but Harry positively glows. He enjoys it so much when I’m affectionate with him, but I want to tell Draco that it’s nothing compared to the way Harry lights up at a simple touch from him.
I vow to start watching the way I interact with the dark haired beauty. I do love being included in their little affair, but I know I’m not a permanent fixture. It won’t do to have my son see me as competition. Maybe I’ll have a talk with Draco later.
“Well, I must be off. I should be home in time for dinner. Enjoy your day, boys.” They nod in unison and wish me a good day.
It is anything but good. There are endless meetings filled with mindless drivel and too many owls that require my immediate attention. I do not make it home in time for dinner and I’m utterly exhausted. I suspect that the boys are already in bed, so I’m surprised to hear hushed laughter from inside my study.
The door is slightly ajar, so I don’t feel so much like a voyeur when I peek through the crack. Harry is laying on his back on the sofa. His head is resting on Draco’s arm; Draco is raised up and leaning over him. I see the cause of the laughter when Draco’s hand moves suddenly over Harry’s rib cage and the boy twists almost violently, but does not try to get away.
It seems I have been forgotten in this moment of gentle horseplay. I force my slight jealousy away and quietly make my way to my own room. I didn’t expect it to happen this soon, but maybe it’s for the best. I remove my clothes and slide between my sheets. I do so love the freedom of sleeping naked.
It must be hours later that I hear my door squeak. I jerk awake and scramble for my wand. Old habits die hard, and it hasn’t been that long ago that a noise in the night could mean sudden death.
“Father?” I sigh loudly and allow myself to relax.
“Do you realize how late it is, Draco?” The door closes and I think - for just a moment - that he has left. Then, his soft voice breaks the silence.
“I’m sorry. I just… I should go.”
“Draco, do get over here. Turn on the lamp as well, please.” My wand is somewhere nearby, but without a threat hovering over me, I do not wish to search for it.
Light floods the room; I have to squint to make out his form at the edge of my bed. Once my eyes have adjusted, I can plainly see that he is nervous, extremely so.
“What is it, Draco?”
“I… I just… Could I…”
“Could you what? Just ask, son.” I work very hard to keep my voice neutral; it will only hinder him more if he thinks me angry.
“Could I talk to you, for a minute?” His fingers are twisting nervously in his nightshirt, and I know that whatever is on his mind is important.
“You can always talk to me, Draco. What did you want to discuss?”
“Well, I thought… Harry said I should…” Pulling on his bottom lip with his teeth, he huffs exasperatedly. “Harry says I should talk to you about all… this.” He waves his hand around as if I should know of what he’s speaking, and I do.
“Oh, I see. Honestly, I’ve been thinking of initiating this conversation myself. Listen, Draco, I know that you care for Harry a great deal, and if my involvement is causing a problem…”
There is confusion and surprise in his eyes when he raises his head to look at me.
“Yes, I do care for Harry, but that doesn’t have anything to do with why I’m here.”
“Oh?” Well, if he didn’t come to tell me to sod off, then why is he here?
“Harry says I have a… Daddy kink, and that I should work that out with you… alone.” I’ve never seen Draco blush so deeply, it’s quite lovely.
“Do you?”
“I… I don’t know.” His face gives him away; he’s looking at me with just a bit too much interest.
“Well, that’s easy enough to figure out.”
“How?”
I sit up fully, place one of my hands on his leg, and let my fingers run gently up and down his inner thigh. I drop my voice, and let my next words drift over his ear.
“Does the idea of sitting on my lap turn you on? Letting me fondle you through your clothes, while you wiggle and squirm? If I rubbed that beautiful cock of yours and told you what a good boy you are, would you come for me? Or if I put you over my knee - naked - and spanked your little bottom, would you rub against my leg, rut on me like an animal in heat? Do you want to call me ‘Daddy’ while I suck you? Or while you ride me? Tell me, Draco, would you do anything your Daddy asked of you?”
“Yes.” His head fell back about halfway through my interrogation, and his lashes are fluttering as he breaths harshly. I want him, and I want him just like I described.
“Stand up and undress for me. Be a good little boy for Daddy, and show me how hard you are.”
He moves slowly, as if he’s in a trance. Standing up directly in front of me, he pulls his nightshirt over his head and drops it to the floor. He isn’t wearing anything else, and his lean, sculpted form twitches anxiously under my scrutiny. He is perfect. But, if we are going to do this, and it seems that we are, then the hair has to go.
“Do you want this to be as real as possible, Draco?” He nods, and though I’ve done much more than just see him naked, I can tell he’s fighting to keep from covering himself.
“Don’t be so self-conscious, you know you are lovely. Relax, I am going to cast a hair removal spell. Don’t stress over it, we can regrow it shortly.”
He pulls his lower lip into his mouth and nods again. Finding my wand, I cast the spell, and watch the shiver that runs through his body as my magic caresses him.
I’m breathless as I reach up to run my hand over his smooth lower belly. It spasms violently at my first touch, and my son gasps. I let my hand wander lower, and as I explore the skin just above his leaking erection; he moans.
“Do you like how your Daddy touches you?” I rub at just the base of his cock and he bucks forward slightly.
“Oh yeah. Can you… Is there a way to…” His face is scrunched up, and I know that whatever he is trying to ask is difficult for him.
“Just ask, Draco.”
“Can you make it… smaller?”
I’m confused for a moment, then he gestures to his genitalia. A startled gasp escapes me, but I can’t deny the surge of arousal that bolts through me. It would seem that this may be more than just a little kink - for both of us.
“You want me to reduce the size of your…”
“Can you do it? I mean… not permanently, but just for now?” He’s whispering and his blush is growing brighter by the second.
“Don’t be embarrassed, Draco. Look at me.” His eyes open a fraction and settle on the sheet I’m tenting, and the wet spot over the head of my cock.
“How small, Draco?” Understanding flickers in his eyes, and I know he’s aware of what I’m asking.
“Uh…” His excited breathing shifts to a nervous pant, and he averts his eyes. “I was, eleven, I think… the first time I ever… Yeah, eleven.”
All these years… I knew that I was - supposedly - the first man to occupy my son’s fantasies, but at such a young age? I am horribly relieved that he waited so long to tell me. I don’t know how I would have reacted then, and that scares me.
“Ok, hold still.” Moving my wand in a figure eight over his delicate organs, I intone the spell, and watch as his genitals shrink. In moments, their size is that of an pubescent boy.
Rather than give him time to feel embarrassed again, I toss my wand aside, and slip directly into my commanding tone.
“Come closer, Draco. Daddy wants to taste your little prick.” His breath hitches, as he inhales sharply and steps forward.
“I’m going to suck you, but I expect you to show some restraint. If you spill in my mouth, you will be punished, do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I was unprepared for him to follow my lead so easily, but a tremor shakes me at the raw need in his voice.
I quickly take him to the root, and set a pace meant to push him over the edge as quickly as possible. His erection is so small, that I can take it all with no issue. It looked a little out of place on his tall frame, but it feels and tastes divine. Sucking and licking like a madman, I’m shocked when he doesn’t come immediately.
“Feels s-so go-good. Daddy, pl-please, I’m so cl-close.”
I suck harder, and grab his hips, with one hand, as I start to bob my head. My other hand wanders farther down and begins to roll his small sac. He jerks once and releases forcefully over my tongue. So much come for such small organs, but I drink it all down quickly and pull back.
“Draco, did I not tell you to control yourself?”
His eyes widen and he nods shakily. “Yes, Daddy.” He’s so good at this; his bottom lip is quivering minutely and there is a hint of a tear in his eye.
Throwing the sheet back, I motion for him to lie across my lap. Seemingly skittish, he crawls over me and positions himself over my knees. I pet his flank soothingly with one hand, and use the other to spread his legs. The ache in my groin grows stronger when he groans at my first gentle stroke to his backside.
“Draco, reach back and hold yourself open for me.” He shivers as his hands come back to grip his cheeks, and expose his crack to the cool air of the room.
“There you go. Such a pretty little boy, but you disobeyed me. You know I can’t let your lack of self control go unpunished.” His head shakes, as he totters precariously without the balance of his arms in front of him.
Turning my hand with my fingers pointed toward the floor, I deliver the first blow to his crack and perineum.
“Oh, Merlin.” His guttural cry is music to my ears, and I slap him again.
“Yes.” I would love to spend the next hour spanking him just like this, but I need to take him. My cock is throbbing against his side, and all I want is to slip it inside of him.
One more stinging slap to his winking pucker has him moaning in a continuous stream, and rocking against my leg. He’s hard again, and I can’t wait to feel his climax from inside his body.
“Up on the bed, Draco, now. I want your arse in the air, and your head pressed into the pillow.”
“Yes, Daddy.” He scrambles to comply, and soon I’m presented with the lovely sight of my son offering himself to me.
I wish I had the patience to do this slowly, but I’m so hard, so bloody hard. Locating my wand again, a quick spell has him open and ready to for me to take. I waste no time with gentleness, and plunge deeply into him.
“Ah, ohyesohyesmoreplease.” A litany of pleas begin falling from his lips, as I fuck him within an inch of his life.
So tight, so wet, so hot. My hips pump mercilessly into him, driving my cock farther with each thrust. White-hot fire races through my body, as my balls begin to draw up and tighten. I’m vaguely aware of his hand moving quickly under him, and hardly notice the clench of his passage, as he comes for the second time.
For just a second, the image of him at age eleven, wanking furiously to thoughts of his father, assaults me. I hate myself just a little, because that is what drags my orgasm from me in a blinding moment of sheer perfection.
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