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Draco sighed as he felt the wards of the Manor shiver around him. It was the familiar feeling of homecoming, the same exact feeling he had every day when he stepped through the gate. He would never admit it, but he liked keeping the Floo shut more so he could walk through the gate than for any security reasons.

The worst and best thing about coming home was that it was summer and he was late. Coming home always felt good, but working late during the summer meant he didn’t get as much time with his son. Luckily, Lucius was home most of the time now, having been denied any job he would want since the war. He spent his days corresponding with wizards of like minds across Europe and attending meetings with them, except during the summers of course, which he devoted entirely to his grandson.

Perhaps Draco should feel a little bitterness over Lucius’ loving relationship with Scorpius, but he just couldn’t. Draco’s father was making up for past mistakes, and so was Draco. The result was that Scorpius was never in any doubt that the two men loved him very dearly.

Two men taking care of one boy was perhaps not conventional, but Draco never wondered if Scorpius needed a maternal influence. The boy saw his mother for the occasional holiday and weekend - Draco couldn’t stomach the woman anymore himself - and the boy could remember the early years when Narcissa was still alive. That was enough, Draco had concluded firmly.

Draco tossed his cloak to the elf the moment he was in the door. He looked around the deserted entrance hall and stuck his head into the nearest salon.

“Scorpius? Father?” No answer. Draco wandered across the room and into another, and another. He passed into the hallway again and made his way to the other wing of the Manor. Lucius was most likely in his study if the two of them weren’t up to anything together.

Draco saw the door to the study was slightly ajar as he approached it. He stilled just outside when he heard the voice of his son. It was the tone that made him pause, for it was decidedly odd. Draco moved silently so he could sneak a peak through the crack. Lucius was in his big chair behind the desk, but it was turned towards Scorpius, who stood very close, his hands on his grandfather’s knees.

“Scorpius, what on earth are you doing?” Lucius’ voice was mild and bemused, but there was no doubt he expected the activity Scorpius was engaging in to stop. The young boy only blinked coquettishly up at him. Lucius sighed. “I am an old man, boy, do you not think I know what games you are trying to play?” Ignoring the ‘trying’ Scorpius only huffed indignantly at the first part.

“Old by muggle standards maybe,” he said matter-of-factly. Lucius’ mouth turned up at the corner.

“Your Muggle Studies class is going well then?” Scorpius knew a change of subject when he heard one, but allowed it, for now.

“Always good to know your enemy,” he said with a careless shrug. Lucius put on a mock-stern look and raised one finger to his grandson’s nose.

“We’re not supposed to think like that anymore, are we?” he chided. Scorpius took the opportunity to pout delightfully and Lucius quickly removed his finger, fearing it was far too close to the boy’s mouth.

“My generation never has any fun,” the boy whined overdramatically. “Besides, Father says it’s okay to speak my mind in private.” Lucius could not keep the sly smile off his face anymore. His grandson was quite skilful for one so young, perhaps – and he stressed perhaps – he was as good as Draco had been at that age. What was it with these children who never left him alone?

“I hardly think war and destruction can be characterised as ‘fun’,” Lucius tried for a more serious tone to spoil the mood. Scorpius was not to be deterred.

“You know what I mean,” Scorpius rolled his eyes, then a wicked glint sparkled in them. “But we can make our own fun… now.”

Draco swallowed. He felt as if his world had turned upside down or inside out; like he was reliving some mortifying scene from his own childhood. Scorpius stood up on his toes and leaned in towards Lucius. Draco couldn’t see it since the pair was behind the desk, but he had a sneaking suspicion Scorpius’ hand was crawling up Lucius’ thigh.

“I am too old for fun,” Lucius said with a small sigh, though he made no move to push the young upstart away. Scorpius put on his pout again.

“Don’t you like me?”

Lucius snorted softly. “Of course I do.”

“Don’t you love me?”

“You know I do.”

“Don’t you want to give me everything I want?”

“When you deserve it,” Lucius answered slyly. Scorpius huffed and rolled his eyes. Abruptly he started crawling into Lucius’ lap. Quick as a snitch he was straddling the older man’s thighs and stretching up to try and get Lucius to kiss him. “Scorpius,” Lucius exclaimed, then a small smile slowly spread across his face. Scorpius grinned wickedly. “You are as spoilt as your father was.” Then Lucius was leaning down and covering Scorpius’ small red lips with his own. Draco made an outraged sound at the back of his throat and burst into the room.

“What is the meaning of this?” he cried. Scorpius and Lucius broke apart at once, but the boy still kept a tight hold around his grandfather’s neck.

“Father,” he said, his voice containing surprise, determination and a dash of fear.

“Scorpius, come here this instant,” Draco demanded, pointing a stubborn finger at the floor beside him. “Father, put him down! I can’t believe you!”

“Relax, Draco,” Lucius murmured. “He was just curious. I didn’t encourage him or seduce him.”

“You didn’t discourage him enough, either,” Draco replied tersely. “This is not the sort of thing a boy is suppose to explore with his grandfather.” A small chuckle escaped Lucius, only increasing Draco’s rage. Scorpius looked excited by the argument between the two adults.

“You would rather he had come to you?” Lucius drawled, one hand snaking around Scorpius’ waist. Draco’s mouth opened in shock and outrage, while the boy abruptly flushed and looked down. Lucius watched both of these reactions with interest.

“This is unacceptable behaviour,” Draco proclaimed, cursing himself inwardly for the waver in his voice. Lucius smirked. “From the both of you.”

“I seem to remember telling a young boy about Scorpius’ age the exact same thing. Do you remember what he answered?” An obvious blush stole across Draco’s cheeks. Scorpius glanced up between his lashes at his father. “He told me quite succinctly that Malfoys do not have to follow the rules of acceptable behaviour.”

“That was different,” Draco stammered out. Lucius was secretly revelling in the fact that not only did Scorpius look like Draco did at that age, all flushed, innocent and eager, but Draco was looking more and more like that every second.

“Scorpius, get down for a moment,” Lucius whispered in the boy’s ear. Scorpius immediately scrambled down and stood to the side as Lucius got up. Draco remained stiff in the centre of the room as his father approached. Lucius reached out and cupped his son’s cheek. “Yes, it was different,” he whispered. Draco’s eyes slid shut as memories assaulted him. With only the tiniest of pulls Draco was in Lucius’ arms. “I regret more than anything how I let things end between us,” Lucius whispered fervently into his son’s ear, but Scorpius still listened avidly.

“You rejected me.” Draco’s voice was barely audible, tilting his head subconsciously as Lucius nuzzled behind his ear. His eyes drifted shut as a sigh escaped his lips.

“Your mother was in danger of finding out. I put distance between us so I wouldn’t be tempted, but I should have explained. For that I am sorry.” Draco’s mind quickly absorbed what his father was saying, but it was still difficult to comprehend what it implied. Lucius took a step back. Draco’s eyes flitted over to his son, who stood patiently waiting.

“I’m sorry, Father,” Scorpius said sincerely, hanging his head. “I didn’t come to you because I figured you wouldn’t approve.” When had Draco become the stiff parent and Lucius the doting grandparent who let you get away with everything?

“Come,” Lucius said, or perhaps implored, taking his son’s hand. He led Draco over to Scorpius. “Fathers and sons must be reconciled.” He gently pushed Draco to sit in his chair, then he knelt by Scorpius and whispered in the boy’s ear; “Go to your father, Scorpius,” all the while keeping his eyes locked with Draco’s.

“Yes, Grandfather Lucius,” Scorpius complied, scrambling up in the same fashion as before. Draco’s eyes softened as they focused on his son, who was biting his lip nervously, all the bravado from before gone when dealing with Draco and not Lucius. “Father,” he half-implored, half-whined as he shifted closer. Draco reached out and slid a hand through his son’s hair, cupping the back of his head. Had he ever been that small? Had he ever sat as Scorpius did now, his own eyes just as eager for acceptance, for guidance?

“My boy,” Draco said softly. “You are so beautiful.” If you were to compare pictures of the three Malfoy men at the same age, there would a discussion on whether Scorpius and Lucius were twins. All of them looked alike, but there was a roundness of the nose and hardness to the chin that Draco did not have, whose nose was still ‘pointy’ to this day. Draco had never felt such joy and pride as the day he had held Scorpius in his arms. He thought he had the most perfectly beautiful son in the world.

“So are you, Father,” Scorpius breathed, shifting closer in his impatient youth.

Now the boy was growing faster every day it seemed, and Draco could no longer deny the attractive boy his son had become. It was very strange. Draco had always been extremely attracted to Lucius, much to his frustration after the abrupt cessation of their ‘father-son’ activities. Now he found himself marvelling at this imp in his lap, feeling his cock filling at the thought of licking those lips.

Lucius stood close by, watching with intense concentration every movement and thought flashing across both younger males’ faces.

Draco let his hand slide down Scorpius’ chest, slipping around the boy’s waist, and gathering the body closer. Scorpius sighed and leaned in, pouting his lips in a deliberately youthful display, waiting and needing to be kissed. Draco had never been able to deny his son anything, so he gave in.

The last time Draco had kissed a man he had been as old as Scorpius, or younger even, and Lucius had been holding his chin tightly, almost hurting him. Draco had not known then that it was their last kiss. Lucius’ lips had felt so big, covering his own easily. The roles were now reversed; Scorpius’ small lips were easy to suck while still in their little pout. Cherry red and sweet tasting, they parted suddenly and Draco’s tongue fell into the inviting cavern, a smaller tongue tickling his own.

Scorpius’ hands were braced on Draco’s shoulders, and they gripped him tighter as the boy whimpered with the new sensations. Draco’s arms encircled his son’s body completely and Draco felt a wave of possessiveness wash through him. His son would know these touches from him first, just as he had with Lucius. With that thought another struck him almost violently: Lucius was close and perhaps he would kiss the both of them? Draco shivered and opened his eyes, not knowing when he had closed them, and sure enough: there was Lucius, staring at them with an intensity that cut Draco to the core. His father still wanted him, had perhaps always wanted him. He broke the kiss with his son.

“Father,” Scorpius whined, his hands tugging at Draco’s collar while the two older Malfoys stared at each other. “Don’t stop.”

“Yes, you mustn’t stop, Draco,” Lucius murmured. “You must never stop.” The words hung heavily between them as their gazes remained locked. “You two make quite the picture. Such a pretty picture, and Scorpius is so eager to learn.” Draco tore his eyes away from his father and looked at his son, whose eyes were glassy with arousal and impatient as ever.

“Father, please,” he whined. “You’re a worse cock-tease than Grandfather!” A startled chuckled escaped Draco.

“Where did you learn an expression like that?” he asked incredulously.

“Grandfather Lucius told me I was a cock-tease, and after he explained what he meant I said that he was the tease because he never let me follow through.” Scorpius glanced over at Lucius with a smug smirk worthy of any Malfoy. “Besides,” he continued, looking at Draco sternly now his confidence was back. “It’s not like I don’t know what I want. I know all about sex and preparation and magic, and how muggles do it with wrappers round their cocks.”

“Scorpius!” Draco exclaimed, but he was more amused than anything. He shook his head mock seriously. “When I was your age I didn’t know half those things.”

“But you learned very quickly,” came the quiet comment from Lucius.

“And I didn’t speak that way to my father,” Draco said with a sly glance at Lucius.

“True,” Lucius replied while Scorpius forgot his arousal in favour of watching the two adults’ discussion. It was one of his favourite pastimes. “The boy has inherited my youthful audacity.”

Draco looked at his father, seeing how handsome the man still was, and would always be. The long hair, Lucius’ trademark, cascaded over his shoulders, and his robes were dark with green highlights. It was a shame they hid the gorgeous body Draco knew Lucius kept in perfect shape. In eyes alone Draco and Lucius shared something Scorpius did not have, who had received his mother’s blue colour. Draco held out his hand, keeping the other on Scorpius’ hip. Lucius smiled and took it, stepping close and bending his head down between the pair. Scorpius leaned to the side so he could watch as the two adults kissed.

Draco’s head was reeling. Kissing Lucius again was like coming home, the same taste and smell and demanding tongue, though Lucius remained languid in his movements. It all washed over Draco and he hardly noticed that his son was practically bouncing in his lap.

“Merlin on a stick,” Scorpius whispered gleefully. Lucius broke away and Draco almost moaned at the loss, but controlled himself.

“A great wizard’s name is not known throughout our world just so you can use it in a plebeian expression,” Lucius said with the air of someone who had said it countless times before.

“Sorry, Grandfather,” Scorpius intoned dutifully. Draco smiled at the familiar exchange in the unfamiliar scene. After Lucius’ kiss he knew all uncertainty had fled him. Both of them wanted this, wanted him to be with them, and he hadn’t just interrupted something that would have gone on just as well behind his back. He moved his hand and cupped his son’s groin, feeling his own arousal grow when he palmed a stiff young cock through the fabric of his son’s robe. Scorpius gasped and braced himself again. “Father,” he croaked.

“Hmmm,” Draco hummed. “You need to know one thing before we proceed,” he told his son, knowing Lucius was watching and recognising the words. “If you agree to this you will not be in control. Your body will be pleasured, but you will have no say in when or how fast. As your father I will always take care of you, and you must trust me that I will do what is best for you and know what you can handle.” Scorpius’ eyes were wide and he nodded fervently. Draco felt Lucius’ hand on his shoulder briefly as a sign of support and admiration for remembering the words.

“Yes, Father, please, anything.” Draco started slowly moving his hand, rubbing his son’s cock. He was completely hard himself and his hands were itching to rip the clothes off the boy’s body.

“Know that you are under no obligation to repeat this experience, but that you can always come to me, no matter what.” Scorpius smiled, and moaned as he tried moving his hips to get more friction.

“I know, Father, but please, let Grandfather kiss me too!” Draco smiled and looked to Lucius, who replied slyly:

“I think Scorpius is in danger of becoming even more spoiled that you were, son.” Draco laughed wickedly, not in the least bit worried about that. Scorpius liked to play the pureblood heir just as much as Draco had, but Draco had taught his son when not to show it in public, considering the current political situation. Lucius stepped up and did the same as before, only this time kissing Scorpius. Draco watched and found his feelings very different than the first time the pair kissed. He was no longer jealous.

“Then we will begin,” Draco said when Lucius stepped back, Scorpius leaning after him for a moment. “Take his shoes, Father,” he instructed quietly as he started pulling his son’s robe off. Lucius took care of shoes and socks, and soon Scorpius was only in green pants, with little ‘S’s on them, of course. His cock was tenting the fabric considerably. “Should we retire to one of the bedrooms?” Draco inquired.

“This location does hold a certain sentimental value,” Lucius answered mildly. Draco smirked. He got up, lifting his son easily and placing the thin frame - only just starting to get more muscles thanks to Scorpius’ own rigorous Quiddith routine at school - on the large desk. He hooked his thumbs inside the pants. “Up,” he commanded and Scorpius lifted his weight with his arms as Draco swiftly removed the last offending garment.

Both Lucius and Draco stood a moment in silence to admire the view, while Scorpius shifted with nervousness and arousal.

A tuft of almost white hair was above the young stiff prick, and the rest of the boy was just as pale. Scorpius had always been short for his age, something he loathed and blamed his mother for, but on the desk you could not tell, and he looked like an angle, though past the age of a childlike cherub; his rapidly evolving body held the promise of a formidable adult male, probably broader than Draco in the shoulders.

“Exquisite,” Lucius pronounced. “Your son is a feast for the eyes.”

“Oh, yes,” Draco agreed without taking his eyes off the tasty morsel. Scorpius glanced between them, begging with his eyes for one of them to make the first move. Suddenly, Lucius stepped behind Draco, his arms going round his son’s shoulders to work on opening Draco’s robes.

“You’re still delicious yourself, my son,” he said and Draco shivered with emotions as if he was young again. He stood still as he let his father undress him in front of his son, whose eyes took in every movement as Lucius had done before. Draco stepped out of his sandals, glad he didn’t have to bend to take off socks, and rolled his shoulders as Lucius pushed the light summer robe off. Scorpius’ immediately went to Draco’s engorged flesh, for Draco always went traditional during the hot summer months, which meant no pants.

Draco stepped forward, out of Lucius’ embrace and between his son’s knees. “Can I touch it?” came a breathless whisper. Draco smiled fondly and caressed his son’s head.

“Of course.” Scorpius’ hand on him caused more of a reaction than Draco had anticipated. It was firm, and Draco had obviously been much younger when he had first touched Lucius for he had barely touched himself at that point. Scorpius at least knew how jerk someone off, and to stimulate the head, pulling back the foreskin as if to examine every detail. Draco gave a deep sigh of pleasure and Scorpius looked up.

“You’re gorgeous, Father… and big.” Draco smiled and continued caressing his son’s hair. Scorpius went back to stroking him and Draco was just about to tell him to stop when he felt a broad, hard, silken and naked body press up against his back. He gasped loudly and Scorpius looked up, eyes widening. Lucius’ hand snaked around again, only this time going down to cover Scorpius’ hand. The boy flushed red and almost made more noises than Draco as Lucius helped Scorpius stroke the man in the middle.

“You’ve grown into quite the gorgeous man, indeed, my son,” Lucius purred. “Your father and your son both love your cock.” Merlin on a stick, Draco thought, Lucius’ mouth was sinful, his voice surely the voice of the devil himself, only no one would be able to resist him, no one. “I think your son wants it inside him, don’t you Scorpius?” The boy’s mouth worked while his skin flushed an even deeper red, but his eyes were eager.

“Yes, yes,” he managed. “I do want it, but it’s so big.” Lucius smiled slyly and stopped stroking, much to Draco’s disappointment and relief at the same time.

“Your Daddy will take care of you, remember?” Draco groaned at the name. Scorpius, however, smirked wickedly at it, his nervousness dissipating.

“Yes, Daddy, you’ll take care of me, won’t you?” He batted his eyelashes at Draco, who narrowed his eyes at the imp.

“Careful, son, or I won’t give you anything.”

“You know what that means, don’t you? I’ll have to get it from Grandfather Lucius instead.”

“As with everything else,” Draco muttered, but he shook his head fondly. Lucius moved abruptly, shifting Draco’s focus to more important matters. Draco wanted nothing more than to turn around and see his father. So he did.

Lucius was exactly as Draco remembered; only Draco could appreciate it so much more. Okay, so perhaps his stomach wasn’t quite as hard, but he was perfect to Draco. More muscular than his son, Lucius was still half a head taller than Draco, and bigger in certain other areas. Draco reached out at once and took the nice cock. Lucius’ grabbed his chin, memories paralysing Draco for a moment, and then they were kissing again, hard and fast.

“Enough banter and teasing,” Lucius hissed when they parted, the Father Draco remembered so vividly coming through. “Prepare the boy. I want to see you take your son and make him a man.” Draco moaned and nodded, receiving one more harsh kiss as a reward. “And I think I’ll eat you out while you do, remember how much you enjoyed that?” Oh, shit, Draco was in danger of coming on the spot, and it was his hand on Lucius’ cock! “Remember how you would tease me mercilessly with your arse so I would give it to you? Yes, I’m sure I want to taste you, and after you’re done I would very much like you to teach your son how to pleasure a man with his mouth… teaching him by example.”

“That’s sounds… pretty good,” Draco agreed and pulled himself away from the man. He turned back to his son, whose eyes as always were trained avidly on the pair. He looked up at Draco, eyes wide and glassy.

“I love watching you two,” he breathed. Draco smiled indulgently.

“Get up.” Scorpius stood and Draco picked up their robes, laying them over the desk so Scorpius would be more comfortable. He knew from experience that the desk was hard and unyielding. He directed Scorpius to lie down on his stomach, his hips at the edge and his feet not touching the ground. “Do you want me to place a book-“

“No,” Scorpius cut in, his voice slightly breathless from the arousing position. “I-… I want to me taken, to hang here like this.” Draco’s cock gave a twitch at the words and he surveyed his son’s arse, displayed right before his jutting cock. Scorpius spread his legs more and Draco knew he needed to hurry things up or he would not last long at all.

“Magical preparation is best the first time. More thorough and with a muscle relaxation spell,” he explained as he fished out his wand from a pocked near Scorpius’ hip. He caressed his son’s back and buttocks as he preformed the spells, perhaps sticking his wand a little closer than necessary, but by the way Scorpius moaned and cried ‘oh, Merlin,’ he guessed it was alright.

“It feels good, Father,” Scorpius said, with slight awe. “So good.” The spells worked inside him, causing him to wriggle and moan continuously, and Draco’s arousal to reach new, unknown, peaks. Scorpius grabbed hold of the other side of the desk to keep himself on it. “Ah! Father, Daddy, it’s done, please, more!” Draco saw that lubricate was running out of his son’s hole and could not contain himself any longer. He quickly scooped some up and coated his shaft; feeling perverse pleasure in knowing the substance had already been inside his son.

He took hold of Scorpius’ hips and started pressing in. “Relax,” he ordered.

“I am relaxed!” Scorpius whined. “Ohgod, so wide-ah, get all the way in.” Scorpius pressed his now sweaty forehead to the desk and tried canting his hips up to get more of his father’s cock in him, but Draco took it slow and steady until he was all the way inside and they both breathed out. Draco bent down and pressed a kiss to Scorpius’ back, kissing up to just beneath his hair.

“You feel incredible, son,” he breathed against the damp skin. He wanted to lick it, so he did.

“So… do you,” Scorpius breathed in reply. Draco was just about to move when he felt someone part his buttocks wide, a muttered spell and a tongue swiping over his hole. He shuddered and moaned an obscenity. “Father?” Scorpius’ voice was curious. The tongue started pressing inside.

“Shit,” Draco exclaimed. It had been so long. Had he really experience this before? He could hardly remember it feeling quite this good, but then again, last time he hadn’t been fucking a pert little ass. “Lucius,” he panted. “I can’t possibly fuck my son with you doing that.” Scorpius lifted his head and looked over his shoulder.

“Doing what?”

“I just wanted a taste,” Lucius said. Scorpius eyes widened when his grandfather rose from behind his father. Lucius looked over Draco’s shoulder. “Fuck him, Draco, I wish to see.” Scorpius blushed, if that was possible with the redness in his face already. Draco summoned what was left of his control and started moving. Scorpius’ mouth formed a perfect ‘O’ as the sensations washed over him, Lucius’ intense stare only adding to his pleasure. As Scorpius watched, Lucius took hold of Draco’s chin and turned his head, kissing him soundly. Lucius moved his hips and let his cock, slick with precum, slide in his son’s cleft. The pair moved together, Lucius directing their pace, as if they were both fucking Scorpius.

“Keep going,” Lucius ordered as he stepped away and round the corner so he could view the spectacle from the side. Scorpius laid his head on the desk and looked right at Lucius as Draco sped up his pace. Scorpius practically dug his nails into the desk as he panted and wreathed.

Draco couldn’t imagine anything feeling better than the constant sheathing of his cock in his son’s ass. He pulled in and out ruthlessly and Scorpius only moaned louder, taking his father’s every inch inside him, his stretched hole clinging to the member every time Draco pulled out. “Merlin, you’re perfect,” Draco breathed.

Scorpius was so close he could taste it. His prick was wetting the robe underneath him and he tried finding purchase on the desk so he could push himself more forcefully against it.

“More, harder!” he moaned.

“Now, now, your Father told you he would set the pace, did he not?” Lucius asked sardonically. Scorpius only groaned pitifully in response. His father leaned forward and thrust more forcefully. It was just the thing Scorpius needed and he cried out as his prick was stimulated along with his ass. His entire body went stiff, and then he shuddered violently as he came.

“Beautiful,” Lucius said. Draco grunted and groaned, feeling his son’s orgasm through his cock. He couldn’t hold back a second longer and emptied himself inside his son, feeling as though his entire consciousness was being sucked out as well.

Scorpius’ first thought was that he couldn’t believe he had had spurted all over the desk while the owner, his grandfather, watched, and his father fucked him. The thought shot an exhilarating feeling through him. He shivered as Draco slipped out of him and then startled when his father pulled him up. Before he new up from down he was handed over to another set of strong arms. Lucius sat down in the chair and arranged Scorpius so that he was resting his head against a naked shoulder.

Finally he opened his eyes again. Draco stood leaning against the desk, his face red from exertion, but smiling at his son.

“Did your Daddy take care of you?” Lucius asked. Scorpius hummed in reply and snuggled closer. “Don’t fall asleep now, we’re not finished.” Scorpius’ eyes snapped open and he looked down to his grandfather’s lap. A stiff cock stood proudly there, nestled in blond curls. Scorpius thought it was delicious looking and reached out to touch it. He was always in awe over the power his father and grandfather exuded, but after he had ‘held’ them both, so to speak, he felt it thrum through his body.

“Come, Scorpius, get up,” Draco ordered gently. Scorpius, still a little drowsy from the intense orgasm, managed to do as told. He looked up at his father, stunning in his nakedness, and waited for direction. He had not forgotten what his grandfather had told his father. Draco answered with a sly smirk and kneeled in front of Lucius’ knees. Scorpius took in the scene: Lucius casually sprawled completely naked in his chair, his son at his feet, stroking the strong thighs. He wasted no time in going down beside his father.

Draco sent his son a smile and then glanced up at Lucius, shivering at the lust-filled eyes focused on him. It had been ages since he had done this, but he was sure he remembered. He wrapped one hand around the thick shaft and leaned in, nuzzling his nose everywhere he could reach and breathing in the scent he had missed dearly. He licked a trail up to the very tip, pleased when he heard Lucius’ breath become slightly more laboured. He set to work on the head, licking and closing his mouth over it, slowly taking more and more in on every bob of the head.

He felt Scorpius move closer, practically moulding himself along Draco’s side. Draco felt arousal in the pit of his stomach, though he was too old to start recovering quite that fast. He revelled in the feeling of his son’s body so close while he tasted Lucius.

“Let me try, Father,” Scorpius whispered in his ear. He reluctantly gave Lucius one last hard suck and then pulled off. Scorpius was quick to act, but not in the way Draco had anticipated. His son darted forward and hooked his arms around Draco’s neck, kissing his father soundly. An eager tongue delved into Draco’s mouth. Both of them moaned at the taste being exchanged. When Scorpius pulled away he said with slight awe in his voice: “That was yummy.”

Draco smirked, knowing his son had been clever and hid his trepidation with tasting a man’s cock by kissing Draco first. He didn’t mention it, though, and merely moved Scorpius into position, keeping his own and thereby pressing his son in between himself and Lucius. Scorpius didn’t need any more direction, and he did exactly as Draco had done, though his smaller mouth could not take much of Lucius’ considerable length. He made up for it with his hand by stroking the slick cock rapidly. Lucius moaned soft encouragement, his eyes riveted on the pair in front of him.

 “That’s it,” Lucius breathed. “A little bit more, ah, yes.” How a man could sound so composed while he was being sucked off by his grandson, Draco would never know, but that was just Lucius. He sounded seductive and in control no matter what. Lucius reached out and placed a hand gently on Scorpius’ head. Draco only then realised his own hands were touching Scorpius all over, stroking and caressing every inch of skin. Scorpius moaned, his prick starting to harden again. Draco’s hand slipped around and started stroking.

“He’s enjoying himself,” Draco said with a smile as he jerked his son off. Lucius nodded, his breathing telling Draco the man was nearing completion.

“Scorpius, stop,” Lucius commanded. The boy pulled off, keeping his hand in place. And then Lucius started spurting, covering the boy’s face. Both of them moaned and Draco sped up his strokes, feeling his son coming into his hand a moment later.

Everything stilled, the only sound the laboured breathing of the youngest and oldest Malfoy. Draco couldn’t believe the amazing scene he had just witnessed. He turned Scorpius around in his arms, feeling more arousal at the sight of his son’s face covered in his father’s come. Without hesitation he bent his head and licked it off. Scorpius whimpered now and then, but seemed too drowsy to do anything else. Finally all was gone and Draco rested his forehead against his son’s. It went quiet again.

Abruptly and with a deep sigh Lucius leaned forward, placing one hand on Scorpius’ shoulder and another on Draco’s. A pop later and the three of them tumbled onto the giant bed in the master bedroom, Scorpius landing in the middle.

“Grandfather! You don’t allow apparating in the house,” Scorpius chided with a smirk. Lucius only grunted, which was a little out of character, and started pulling at the covers. After a little rearranging the three of them were snuggled underneath, all of them tired, but content. Scorpius was in Draco’s arms, his head tucked under his father’s chin. Lucius moved closer and hugged Scorpius from behind, causing the youth to sigh in pleasure.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” Draco asked fondly.

“Definitely,” Scorpius answered. “You’re the best father in the world.” Lucius chuckled.

“You’ve usurped my thrown, son,” he said with a full smile. Draco returned it.

“I think we’ll share the title,” he answered. “Besides, I think there is little doubt you are the best grandfather.”

“I hope my kid’s not ugly,” Scorpius said suddenly, “so we can keep up the tradition.” Draco spluttered in shock.

“Scorpius! Don’t say things like that.”

“Why not?” the boy countered. “You always say I can speak my mind at home.”

“Yes, well…” Draco grumbled. Lucius chuckled.

“If he’s a Malfoy then there will be no problem,” he told Scorpius. “I think this runs in the family.”

Draco couldn’t agree more, and he had never been happier to come home.

The End