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An Unlikely Desire	By : KJmom827 Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 75096 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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I have a thing for Lucius Malfoy. Well, to be perfectly honest, I have a thing for the younger Malfoy as well, but I wanted to open with the most shocking revelation. In that case, maybe I should have said that I’d love nothing more than to bed them at the same time and continue to do so for the remainder for my life. Yes, that would probably have been the best opener to suit my desires. Maybe I should tell you how I came to that conclusion.

Shortly before the fall of Voldemort, at my hand - or wand as the case may be - both Malfoys defected. I, of course, wasn’t allowed to go on more ‘dangerous’ missions - can’t have your hero die unless he’s done the job he’s meant for and all that rot. Anyway, the fact that I was pretty much a prisoner and that Draco was as well meant we spent a lot of time together. Lucius on the other hand, turned spy.

Yes, it was a gamble. It took a lot of useful information and no signs that we were being reported on for me to come to trust the man. Eventually, though, I did. Draco and I fought for a while, as was our way. Then, one night, Lucius returned to us grievously injured and on the brink of death. The ‘Dark Lord’ had discovered his betrayal and it was a miracle he was able to escape.

Seeing Lucius all but dead for our cause and Draco weeping over him was what reeled me in. Oh, don’t be ridiculous, I didn’t suddenly find myself wanting to shag them at that point, but they became human to me, which was really the start of it all. Draco and I were able to mend him enough that when Molly returned from a short trip to the Burrow he was still alive. She fussed over him and used well-honed healing skills (hello, mother of seven) that soon had him well enough to join us at the dinner table.

By the time he was healed, Draco and I had forged an unlikely friendship. I was sure that when Lucius found us out, he would have a coronary. Yes, he’d realized the error of his ways, but he was still snobby as hell. I was very surprised when he walked in on Draco and I laughing together for the first time.

We were sitting on the couch in the library and I was introducing Draco to the world of muggle joke books. Yes, I had to explain most of them to him, but once he understood, I was rewarded with a very out of character laugh and childish glee from him. My effort was well worth it. So, we were on the couch, heads together, holding the same book, and sitting rather close when in walked Malfoy Senior.

I expected Draco to pull away. It wasn’t something we’d discussed, but I knew there was some reason he wanted to keep our friendship secret, I’d just assumed it was because of his father. Imagine my amazement when Draco merely greeted his father and turned his attention back to me. We spent the rest of the day in library together, the three of us. Lucius occupied the chair to our right, and read while we talked and joked. Occasionally he would even chuckle at one of the jokes as I explained it to his son. It was… nice.

We carried on much like that for the rest of our stay at Grimmauld Place. Once Voldemort was dead and I was less than useful to the Ministry - I refused to be their poster boy - I was invited for an extended stay at Malfoy Manor. I almost declined except for three facts. The first was that Draco actually said ‘please’ when he asked. The second was that Lucius himself told me he’d be honored to have me as his guest. The last, and most alarming at the time, was that I was finding myself more and more interested in the Malfoy men.

So, I joined them at their family home. It was only the three of us - Narcissa split shortly after Lucius changed sides - so we spent a lot of time together. Draco and I more than was probably healthy, but we didn’t mind and it didn’t seem that Lucius did either. Most of the time, the two of us were pretty much joined at the hip, and we usually joined his father in his study around nightfall. I was in exquisite hell. My days were spent lounging around longing to touch my blonde Adonis. My nights were spent trying to calm a raging hard-on while playing chess in the same room with both of the gorgeous men.

Now, with the first part of my story told, I must tell you that I never dreamed I could have what I wanted. I thought there might be hope for Draco and I, but I knew I’d never have the two of them. Well, I did until Draco and I had a certain… interesting conversation. I knew bringing Lucius around might still be a problem, but I was intrigued after Draco’s admission. It happened one night just after we’d tucked in for the night - yes, we shared a room and sometimes a bed. We didn’t do much but share a few kisses, grope, and sometimes bring each other off, but it was more than I’d ever had before, so I wasn’t complaining.

Lucius had allowed us each a glass of scotch as we’d played chess and it had gone immediately to our heads. Once he realized that we were more than slightly buzzed, he sent us to Draco’s room and good naturedly ordered us to ‘sleep it off’.

We were lying in the bed - just the one that night since neither of us could be bothered to transform it into two - when Draco asked me a question that had me blushing so hotly that I was thankful the lights were off.

“Do you think my dad is handsome?” I thought I’d been outed, so all I could do was reply honestly. Admissions of guilt come so much easier in the darkness.

“No, I think your dad is sexy,” I don’t know what I thought his reaction would be, but I wasn’t prepared for the reality.

“Me too,” He whispered it as if it were a horrible sin, and maybe it was, but he’d just ignited a new hope in me. I didn’t say anything because I was gaping like a fish and searching for something that wouldn’t sound too lecherous.

“Harry? Please don’t think I’m horrible. I can’t help it. I’ve always…” He stopped and sighed raggedly and I reached out to stroke his arm in reassurance.

“You’ve always what? I don’t think you’re horrible, Draco. Would it help if I said that the thought of the two of you together is hot?” One good turn deserves another, right?

“You do?” So much wonder in his voice and he was trembling.

“Merlin yes.” He exhaled in relief and continued his thought from moments before.

“I’ve always been attracted to him. I… He was the first man I wanked to. He was the only man I wanked to until we started getting on. Then I started imagining both of you. I’m sorry, Harry, but I just can’t keep this to myself any longer,” I was wishing he hadn’t to begin with.

“Fuck, Draco. Why didn’t you say something sooner? I’ve been thinking about that since before I came here,” He froze and stiffened under my hand, but I didn’t have to wonder about my mistake for too long.

“So is that why you’ve been crawling into my bed? With the lights off, I could be him, is that it?” What? I was confused for the length of time it took me to replay the last little bit of our conversation.

“No, I don’t mean I’ve been thinking about just being with him. I meant the three of us together. Seriously, Draco, how hot would it be to have your father sit in a chair beside the bed and tell us how to touch each other?” I know my words were heavy, we didn’t acknowledge our nighttime activities after they were over. I was treading on dangerous ground, but I was under the spell of alcohol and lust.

For a moment he didn’t say anything and I was terrified I’d screwed up, then his hand came up to grasp mine. He moved our hands quickly down his body and suddenly I had a handful full of extremely hard cock.

“Very hot,” For the first time ever, I went down on him. I sucked him enthusiastically while he told me every fantasy he’d ever had about his father and myself. That night marked the end of our silence on our attraction to one another. We started to explore each other’s bodies more thoroughly and by the end of the week there wasn’t an inch of skin on his body that my mouth wasn’t well acquainted with. We stopped short of actual penetration. There seemed to be an unspoken agreement that we were saving that for him.

We also started to openly discuss his father and ways we might tempt him into our bed. I wish I could say we hatched some devious and elaborate scheme, but that would be a lie. One week and we have nothing. So, instead of trying to do it all at once, I decide to play it by ear, one day at a time. The first step is to let Lucius know that the dynamics of my relationship with his son have changed.

“Draco?” We are sitting in the back yard reading just a few minutes before sunset.

“Tonight, at dinner and when we go to Lucius’ study, go with the flow, ok?” His head jerks up and he looks truly terrified.

“Harry, don’t-”

“Don’t worry, Draco, I’m not going to do anything drastic. I just want to give him some food for thought,” Draco narrows his eyes in suspicion.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I don’t even think he knows we’re sleeping together. If we ever plan on seducing the man, he has to know that the idea of being with a man isn’t a foreign concept to us, right? Plus, if he’s interested in either one of us, a little bit of jealousy can’t hurt our cause,” He looks a little relieved, but only a little.

“So you’re going to grope me at dinner? Yeah, that sounds like a foolproof plan of seduction, Harry,” I don’t miss his condescending tone.

“I’m not going to grope you. Just trust me, ok? A few light touches to begin with should be enough to get the wheels in his head turning.”

“So, do you want me to reciprocate?”

“Just pretend that he isn’t there and do whatever you would normally,” Draco grins at me, quite evilly.

“In that case, I’ll be sucking you off on the dining room table before the main course is served,” He does have a point.

“Ok, so maybe not exactly what you would do in private, but looking at me like you are right now would be a good thing,” A that moment I feel like the main course.

“Oh, so just think about all the debauched things I’d like to do to you? Yeah, I can do that. Am I allowed to kiss you?” Judging by the gleam in his eyes, he wants to do just that, right then.

“Yeah, but keep it simple, not on the lips and not obviously. Your father doesn’t miss anything, so even if you’re careful, he’ll notice,” With our plan in place we head in to wash up for dinner.

Once we are all seated, I make my first move. I take a drink of my water and as I’m pulling my hand back into my lap, I let my fingers gently graze over Draco’s exposed wrist. Lucius could have passed it off as nothing, except for the slightly knowing smile Draco gave me. Out of the corner of my eye I see one raised eyebrow, but nothing is said.

Dinner continues in the same vein. A light touch or caress here and there has Lucius watching us surreptitiously but avidly. As we stand to adjourn to the study, Draco presses a quick kiss to my neck while Lucius’ head is turned. I thought it was just for my benefit until I raise my head and meet Lucius’ eyes in the curio cabinet he is facing. Neither of us says a word, but we keep eye contact longer than is strictly necessary. He clears his throat and drops his eyes first. I might have thought he was embarrassed at being caught, if not for the fire smoldering in his eyes.

I decide we’ve pushed far enough that night, until Draco and I are halfway through our first game of chess. Lucius is seated at his desk as usual, but he isn’t paying attention to the book he is ‘reading’, he is watching us.

I kick off my trainers and scoot them to the side. Draco’s eyes flick up to meet mine when he feels my foot on his ankle, but he doesn’t comment or openly react. I shift innocently in my chair until I am able to see Lucius’ face clearly. I needn’t have worried about subtlety, he isn’t looking at my face, he is following the slow progression of my foot up his son’s leg.

He is so rapt by my actions, that I decide to be a little bolder. Instead of trying to be discrete, I fully turn my head toward him and allow my foot to wander further. He still never wavers in the attention he is paying to what is happening under the table. He is definitely interested. I push my foot suggestively over Draco’s inner thigh and let my toes lightly touch his groin.

I had been single minded enough that I wasn’t paying Draco much attention. I don’t realize the effect I am having on him until my foot meets a very hard bulge and Draco moans. In a matter of a few seconds several things happen. Lucius’ head snaps up and our eyes meet. I smile slightly and bite my lower lip, and Draco flees the room.

I abandon my idea of reeling Lucius in and jump to follow Draco, but am stopped by the door slamming magically.

“Harry, how long have you been sleeping with my son?” His voice is low and dangerous, and for the first time I think I might be in over my head.

“That depends on what you mean by ‘sleeping with’,” I still haven’t turned to face him, “But can we discuss this later? I need to find him-”

“We’ll discuss this now, Draco would probably rather have a moment to himself. Since you insist on word play, let me be blunt, how long have Draco and yourself been fucking?” Just hearing that word fall off his lips is enough to make me hard.

“We aren’t,” I want to elaborate, but I am painfully hard and can’t concentrate.

“Do you think me a fool, Harry? The two of you are never apart and suddenly you’re feeling him up right in front of me. I know what’s going on but I’m confused as to why you felt the need for that little display.”

“You watched. You were turned on,” It sounds like more of an accusation that I mean for it to. I am waiting for him to deny it, but he doesn’t.

“How long?” He sounds so desperate that I feel the urge to clarify.

“We don’t fuck. We do everything but because he’s saving himself for someone special,” I almost -but not quite - stop myself from adding, “As am I.” I hear him inhale sharply.

“And who would that be?” It’s like he wants to know, but is afraid he already does.

“Who do you think, Lucius?” I let myself turn toward him and I don’t hide my erection. He lets his eyes wander over my body and visibly jolts when they land on my crotch. Under his appraisal, I harder farther and his eyes widen. It is at this moment that Draco reenters the room with some silly excuse about needing to use the loo. He lets his sentence go unfinished as he takes in the tense atmosphere.

His eyes dart between the two of us and he gasps. I know what he’s thinking. He’s thinking that something is happening here that doesn’t include him, but I relieve him of that notion before it can take root in his mind.

“Draco, come show your father how you kiss me,” Somehow my voice is steady and I never take my eyes off the older man. Draco, for once, is completely obedient. I think he’s aware of how quickly this could go wrong and wants to prevent that as much as I do.

Draco is such a force of sexuality that I get lost in his mouth. I forget that we have an audience and indulge in his tongue, teeth, and lips. He’s an exuberant lover and, as always, has my pleasure firmly in mind. We are only a few moments into our kiss when his hand is pressing expertly against the front of my jeans.

Lucius’ voice drifts to us from across the room, “Take your time, Draco, savor him,” My heart thuds almost out of my chest as Draco pulls away and locks eyes with me. He seems to say ‘This is it’, before he moves in again and slowly takes control of my mouth.

“Yes, like that. Unbutton his shirt, caress his chest,” Lucius groans as my shirt is discarded and my torso is leisurely exposed and explored.

“Harry, does he suck you? Make you come with his dirty little mouth?” I nod vigorously as Draco thrusts against me in response to his father’s questions.

I hear the rustle of clothing and open my eyes enough to see Lucius beginning to shed his robes.

“Draco, unzip his trousers, show me the cock you so willingly worship,” I want to say that it isn’t like that, that we worship each other, but Draco doesn’t complain. If anything he seems very engrossed in his mission and horribly turned on by the suggestion that he submits to me.

“Kneel before him, Draco, and present his beautiful cock to me,” Draco drops quickly and pulls me completely out of my pants. Lucius makes a sound of - what I hope - is appreciation. I’m leaking copiously and it doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Taste him, Draco. Is he delicious?” Draco nods as he happily laps up every drop that leaks out. I chance a glance at the older Malfoy and have to bite back a moan. He has taken his shirt off and is left in nothing but his trousers. His white hair is resting on his shoulders and I itch to run my fingers through it. He notices that my attention is on him and starts to make his way across the room. With every step he takes my heart beats faster.

When he finally reaches us, he stops directly behind Draco, “Draco, turn around, but stay on your knees.”

I don’t think Draco knew how close his father was because he startles a little at the command, but doesn’t argue. My breath catches as Draco is ordered to unzip Lucius’ trousers. The reverence with which he complies seems to alleviate any of Lucius’ remaining doubts.

“Do you want to taste me, Draco? Do you want to take me in your mouth?” Draco nods and opens his mouth. I’m panting as I watch Lucius feed his ample erection into his son’s waiting and willing mouth. It’s larger than mine, so Draco isn’t prepared when it hits the back of his throat and starts to go deeper, he gags. He pulls back a little and I think he’s going to retreat. Instead he takes a moment to relax his throat and pushes forward again.

“Yes, Draco you are a fantastic little cocksucker,” Lucius grips Draco’s hair in encouragement and Draco hums his approval around his mouthful.

“How long has Draco wanted this, Harry? How long has this naughty little boy been lusting after his own father,” Draco picks up his pace at his father’s supposed reprimand and I try to find my voice.

“He…” Draco pulls back long enough to speak for the first time.

“Tell him, Harry,” He dives back in and I’m left to explain Draco’s desire.

“He said he’s always found you attractive. You were the first man he fantasized about,” If Lucius is surprised by the admission, he doesn’t show it.

“And you? How long have you wanted this, Harry? Or are you just going along with what Draco wants?” Didn’t I tell him earlier that I was also saving myself for him? Surely he doesn’t think I’d make a decision like that simply based on what Draco wants.

“Since before the end of the war,” Lucius’ face starts to contort in pleasure and he quickly pulls Draco off of him.

“Stand up, Draco,” He stands slowly and keeps his eyes cast to the ground. He’s beautiful in his submission and my ignored erection throbs. Lucius tilts Draco’s head upward and brings their lips together. I watch, completely riveted, as he searches for every trace of his taste in his son’s mouth. Satisfied that he’s mapped Draco’s mouth thoroughly, he turns to me.

“Draco, take off your clothes while I enjoy Harry for a moment,” No protests come from Draco as his father advances on me. In spite of myself I take a step back and come to an abrupt stop when my back hits the wall.

“Don’t run from me, Harry. I was under the impression you wanted this. Do you not want me to touch you? Kiss you? Fuck you?” The last question is growled at me in such a manner that I can’t help but to launch myself at him. He kisses so much like his son, but he’s more controlled. Instead of diving into me, he slowly draws me into him. He’s intoxicating and, like Draco, I find myself longing to submit to him. He allows me free reign with his tongue for a few minutes before he pulls away, leaving me in distress over the loss of contact.

“Draco, stand beside Harry with your back against the wall. Harry, step out of your trousers,” We do as we are bid and I shiver at the fire now burning uncontrollably in the older man’s eyes. I’m shocked and delighted when he drops to his knees in front of us.

Without another word he wraps his lips around his son’s engorged prick and begins to suck him in earnest. Draco responds immediately by arching, moaning, and begging for more. Lucius works him ruthlessly until Draco is pleading for release. Lucius doesn’t deny him and drinks him down greedily when he comes.

Seconds after he’s swallowed everything Draco has to offer, he turns to me. It isn’t the first time I’ve had a blowjob, Draco got that honor, but it’s spectacular in its own right. Where Draco is all suction and pressure demanding immediate release, Lucius is lips and tongue bringing me to the brink several times before pushing me over. I scream as I spill down his throat and Draco reaches out to offer his hand as support.

Lucius stands and pulls us into an awkward but very welcome three-way kiss. I marvel at the way his mouth tastes. There’s a little bit of Draco still there, but what overwhelms me is the taste of my own come on the tongue of this gorgeous man. In the middle of our tongue duel I feel the sudden pull of apparition. Lucius releases us from his kiss and I open my eyes to find us in what I can only assume is his bedroom.

“Harry, sit in the chair at the foot of the bed. You are not to touch yourself. You may find that difficult, but I can restrain you if necessary. Do you feel that you will need that, Harry? Can you watch me fuck Draco and not give in to temptation?” I look to Draco and see that his eyes are hooded, he looks very pleased at the prospect of having his father’s cock in his arse and I don’t blame him.

“You’ll get your turn, Harry, don’t worry about that, but for now, can you behave yourself?” I briefly consider letting him tie me up, but finally nod my head and settle in for the show.
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