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"I can't believe you've never tasted him, Draco," Lucius purred, his thrusts growing more violent as Harry's moans and whimpers increased in volume.
Draco sat awestruck as Harry's face contorted with pain and pleasure, the dark-haired boy’s tears falling to the sheets between Draco’s thighs. He stroked his little cock and felt so ashamed at how hard and aching he was, gaze fixated on Harry's pleading green eyes as his fingers fisted the sheets. Though the boy was in tears, Draco knew it for what it was. Harry wasn't pleading for this to stop—he wanted more.
Draco gulped as he dropped his hand, cock bobbing between his legs as he leaned back on his hands. His breathing was laboured, watching hungrily as Harry took hold of Draco's thighs. A hot tongue lapped and licked the precome and sweat from his cock, and Draco groaned as Harry’s mouth opened wide, those supple lips clinging to his shaft. With each of his father's thrusts, Harry bobbed on the blond boy’s cock.
Lucius laughed derisively at the lewd sight. "What a needy little thing. The perfect whore."
Harry moaned appreciatively, his own cock leaking below his stomach. Draco knew he wasn't in his right mind. The potions Lucius had forced Harry to consume was making him like this, like a bitch in heat. A part of Draco wished it would stop, but he had wanted Harry too much for too long not to take advantage of such a gift. His father said Harry wouldn't remember what happened anyway, so there was no harm in indulging for a little while…right?
Draco bucked up into Harry's mouth as Lucius snapped his hips forward, and Harry cried out around Draco's cock, nails digging into the blond's thighs. Lucius grunted, and Draco knew he was coming…he knew because that grunt had haunted his dreams ever since he was a child. At least Harry was here for the man to play with—for now.
Lucius pulled out, letting his come splatter across the boy's arse and back and Draco could feel his own orgasm build as Harry was given the freedom he needed to ravish Draco like a man starved. When Draco came, Harry swallowed every last drop, licking his lips clean as he stared up at Draco.
"Now, Harry," said Lucius cooly. "Turn around for me, darling. You need to clean the mess you made."
Harry spun around obediently, and Lucius winced as Harry laved at his spent prick, coated in the man's come.
Lucius grinned at his son, and Draco's hair stood on end. "Clean him up."
Draco gulped, looked around them to grab Harry's shirt and wipe the boy down the best that he could. But when he finally clasped it in his hand, his father cleared his throat and shook his head before pointing at Harry’s tanned arse.
"I said…clean him up, Draco."
Draco dropped the shirt, staring down at Harry's swollen entrance and at the evidence of his father's abuse—Lucius' come coating the boy's cheeks and thighs.
Reluctantly, Draco cleaned every inch of skin, the unpleasant saltiness of his father's spunk making his stomach churn. The only consolation was the sound of Harry's moans, sinful and lewd as he pressed back against Draco with trembling thighs as the blond took his time with his ruined hole.
"M-Malfoy…" Harry mewled. "Please…"
Lucius ran his fingers through Harry's wild hair, gripping tightly. "Please, what, pet? Do you want to stay? Be ours forever?"
"Yours…forever," the boy whined, his cock dripping profusely. Harry had yet to come.
Draco lifted his head, staring wide-eyed at his father. "But you said…you'd let him go."
Lucius released a bone-chilling laugh. "No, I think not. He's far too lovely, wouldn't you agree?"
Harry looked genuinely pleased as he turned to meet Draco's eyes, smiling with his tear tracked cheeks and come-smeared chin.
"He's been so good, Draco," said Lucius. "Take care of him…he's been aching for it."
Draco rose to his knees, crawling forward to lean over Harry, who was still on all fours, before taking the boy's stiff cock in hand and stroking. Harry cried out, his moans rattling in Draco's ears. It wasn't until a tear landed on Harry's shoulder that Draco realised he was crying. He kissed Harry's neck, whispering his apologies as he wanked the boy to completion.
"So sorry, Harry…I'm so sorry…"
Harry came in hot bursts, back arching against Draco's chest before collapsing to the mattress, unconscious.
"Perhaps tomorrow you may have him," said Lucius, tucking his cock away and straightening his robes. "Or perhaps it's his cock you crave."
Draco fell to Harry's side, the boy's steady breathing a small comfort.
"Draco, let's go," said Lucius. "Our Lord is waiting…and his pet isn't going anywhere."
Draco's eyes widened. "He wouldn't…"
Lucius smirked, grasping the handle of the bedroom door. "He will. And I fear he won't be so gentle."
Draco paled, brushing Harry's fringe from his brow.
"Come now, Draco," said Lucius firmly, and Draco scrambled from the bed, glancing back at Harry with unease as he followed his father into the hall and locked the door behind them. "Oh, and Draco?"
The young blond looked back at his father.
"Obliviate."
