Shirahime (shirahime) wrote in taintedquill, @ 2007-09-06 15:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | harry potter, kink, lucius/draco |
The Propriety of Passion
Title: The Propriety of Passion
Author: Shirahime
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco/Lucius
Warnings: incest, somnophilia
Word Count: 3,005
Rating: NC-17
Summary: What a Malfoy wants, a Malfoy gets, and Draco sets out upon the task.
Panting for breath, Draco lay on his back in his bed at Malfoy Manor, his chest heaving. Releasing his softening erection, he laid a hand on his belly, swirling the pearly fluid spilled there with a finger. It was getting such that his own hand couldn’t please him anymore. It would be so much better if it were someone else, long deft fingers stroking him in all the right places, a knowing smirk and laughing grey eyes sparkling at him. A lean, strong body raising itself to sink down onto his cock. Groaning, Draco threw an arm over his eyes, as if that would put a halt to the images of his own father dancing behind his eyelids, doing things that were anything but paternal.
Malfoys were never wizards known to delay gratification for long, and Draco was as much a Malfoy in this as any other, perhaps more so. He often had a distinct lack of patience, and this quality of his was his undoing when it came to matters of the flesh. It would be perfectly fine and acceptable if the focus of his lust and devotion had been a girl, or even another boy. But the fact that his waking thoughts were consumed with erotic visions of his father, made worse by teenaged hormones, was something that couldn’t be considered proper at all. It was a maddening desire that almost certainly would remain unfulfilled.
Despite the fact that his father had to be lonely for companionship, his mother away for the summer without the two of them as was her habit, Draco knew there was no way of talking the man into any sort of a tryst. This kind of thing just wasn’t done by normal wizards. Incest was something so taboo that there was no way that his father would agree. Draco frowned, considering. But what if his father felt similarly? He wanted to believe that the pointed looks and sly glances his father gave him on occasion were something more than just paternal interest, but there was no way to be certain of it. He bit his lip. If he were wrong, the price would be high. Draco could almost picture the elder Malfoy with a look of barely disguised disgust flitting across his elegant face. No. There was no way that he could allow his father to discover his feelings.
Draco groaned, clutching at his soiled bed linen. If he didn’t do something soon, he’d go mad. Shifting about in bed, he stared absently at the ceiling before a thought passed through his mind, fleeting at first, but then gaining import as it returned to haunt him, slithering about his mind like a serpent, tempting him. Well, it’s not like the man would find out, if Draco did this right. And so the blonde formulated a plan that would involve a trip to Knockturn Alley while his father was at the Ministry in the coming hours.