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Theo was pretty sure it wasn’t just his imagination that Lucius flirted with him.
Of course, Lucius Abraxas Malfoy had his own brand of flirting. He was dignified, regal even. Not coquettish. Never that.
No. Lucius was smooth, sharp, and commanding—a real man, a Daddy. His methods were calculated.
An arch of an eyebrow as his gaze swept over Theo’s body.
A hint of a smirk when Theo preened under his attention.
A subtle brush of his chest against Theo’s back.
The sharp crack of his serpent cane on Theo’s bottom when he dared to mouth off to him.
As if Lucius didn’t know that was exactly what Theo wanted.
Sometimes, Theo considered just telling Lucius exactly what he wished he would do to him. But he knew it was best to go slow, to make Lucius believe it had all been his idea in the first place.
Best to make him believe he still had some semblance of control.
After all, the Malfoys had fallen on hard times ever since Voldemort’s return. All three had narrowly avoided prison sentences after the war.
Now Lucius was stuck at home, three years into a ten-year house arrest, while Narcissa spent as little time there as possible. The stressors of their time serving the Dark Lord had poisoned their marriage, dooming it to a cold, shallow grave.
The day Draco took the Dark Mark was the day Narcissa had abandoned Lucius in her heart. But leaving had never been an option for her. The blood of both their families demanded they remain married—for life. Until death do… at least one of them part.
Theo knew that Lucius spent a lot of time alone, writing cheques and mailing galleons as reparations, fretting over the state of his family name.
Draco certainly wasn’t helping matters. He was often gone, chasing after Hermione Granger. In fact, Lucius’s son’s love for the Muggleborn—he used the word but still said it in a way that got his distaste across—was yet another thing that stuck in Lucius’s craw.
He’d acknowledged to Theo during unguarded moments, after a glass of scotch or two, that he knew times were different, but that his son’s actions still felt like an affront to their bloodline.
Judging by the fact that Draco never came home anymore, it seemed to Theo that he was getting dangerously close to succeeding in bagging Granger. And good on him, Theo thought.
But Lucius was stressed and Theo badly wanted to help him with that.
For as long as Theo could remember, Lucius had been like a father figure to him. His own father had been a drunken, abusive wretch, someone Theo avoided at all costs. He’d practically grown up in Malfoy Manor, thinking of Draco as more or less a brother to him.
Theo even called Lucius “Daddy” at times, knowing full well it made the elder Malfoy’s eye twitch.
Especially then.
Theo had always admired Lucius for his cool elegance, always appearing unflappable. But lately, he could see the cracks starting to show in the facade, fraying threads in what had once been seamless.
After all the years of Lucius taking care of him, Theo felt he owed him this. He longed to be the vessel for his release. He was almost certain Lucius felt the same pull, but he knew he’d fight tooth and nail not to give in.
Well, Theo was nothing if not persistent.
And he’d do whatever it took to make him break.
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First, Theo made sure he was always near Lucius. The man simply couldn’t escape him.
One day, Lucius dropped a slip of parchment, and Theo knelt before him, blinking up at him with a mock innocence and over-exaggerated deference. “Here you are, Daddy.”
Twitch.
Lucius yanked the parchment from his hand in a flourish of agitation and turned on his heel, robes billowing behind him.
The next day, as they sat alone at the dining table, Theo slurped his soup, the uncomely sound certain to grate on Lucius’s nerves. And sure enough, Lucius’s eyes snapped to him in sharp disapproval.
Theo caught his gaze and smirked. “Sorry, Daddy.”
Twitch.
And on it went.
Finally, the breaking point came.
Theo sat lounging in Lucius’s study when he walked in. He was in Lucius’s chair, feet propped on the desk, sipping from Lucius’s snifter of scotch. His snake cane lay in Theo’s hand, fingers circled around its circumference, slowly caressing the ebony length.
Lucius froze, eyes narrowing as he took in the scene before him. Even Draco didn’t dare enter Lucius’s study without permission.
He had discarded his formal robes in favor of a black button-up shirt and tailored trousers, his perfectly polished dragonhide boots gleaming under the dim light. He looked every bit the polished, stoic Lord of the Manor, except for the way his eyes flickered in agitation as they regarded Theo.
Theo stroked the cane, fingers tracing the smooth black polish. He paused, keeping his eyes on Lucius’s, tightening his grip, then beginning to move his hand in slow deliberate strokes.
“Oh,” he grinned. “Hi, Daddy.”
Lucius’s nostrils flared. He stared Theo down, carefully avoiding looking at the hand more or less wanking his cane.
“You’re in my seat,” Lucius accused, his jaw clenching. “Up, boy.”
Theo stayed put.
“Oh, I assure you, sir”—he winked—“I’m already up.”
“Put the cane down.” And did Theo detect the slightest wavering of Lucius’s voice?
“Why, Daddy?” Theo’s voice was teasingly, sickly sweet. “I just love the way it feels in my hand. So hard and thick. I wonder what else would feel good in my hand?”
Finally, Lucius’s eyes shifted down to glance at Theo’s hand, huffing out a hard exhale as his hand glided up and down, along its length,
And then.
Twitch.
But this time, it wasn’t his eye.
No, it was in Lucius’s trousers, his cock reacting to Theo’s hand moving on the cane in obscenely obvious gestures.
Theo watched him closely, biting his lip, the mischief in his eyes impossible to hide. Lucius’s lips pressed thin, his gaze flicking back and forth between Theo’s hand to his face and back.
After a measured moment, Lucius made a decision.
“Stroke it then,” he ordered, trying to sound unaffected, bored even, but Theo heard the faintest tremor in his voice. “Show me what you can do with that hand.”
Theo’s smirking eyes never left the tent in Lucius’s trousers. His hand tightened around the cane for a moment longer before he spoke.
“I think I’d rather put it in my mouth,” he murmured, licking his lips at the impressive shape of Lucius’s cock in his trousers, “but it might be too thick.”
Lucius crossed his arms over his broad chest, raising an eyebrow in challenge.
“I suppose you’d like to find out for yourself, wouldn’t you?”
Theo cocked his head, giving him his best demure smile. “I do love a challenge.” He bit his lip, then let his voice drop to a soft, almost condescending tone. “Unless you’re scared.” His eyes were wicked. “I do have to wonder though—do you always hesitate this much when you want something?”
For a moment, they locked gazes in a silent contest, neither willing to back down. But Theo had already decided he was going to win.
He watched as Lucius’s jaw ticked, a telling crack in his carefully composed mask. Theo’s entire body tingled in triumph.
“Don’t push me, boy.”
Theo smiled, slow and knowing. “I’ll push all I want.”
Lucius’s hands went to his belt. In one swift movement, he threw it aside. Then he strode forward, closing the distance between them, until he loomed over Theo, looking down his nose at him.
After a pause, Theo reached for Lucius’s fly, but Lucius slapped his hand away. Instead, he pushed his trousers down just enough for his cock to spring free, wrapping his fingers around it as he fixed Theo with a challenging stare.
“Is this what you wanted?” Lucius growled, “To make me lose control?”
“That’s exactly what I wanted,” replied Theo, licking his lips as he stared at the cock Lucius presented him with. It was perfect—even thicker than he’d expected, long and slightly curved, with a throbbing vein along the underside that made his mouth water.
His eyes flicked up to meet Lucius’s heavy-lidded gaze and then Lucius stepped even closer, slowly stroking himself, and then smoothing the salty, silky tip of his cock across Theo’s parted lips.
He reached down, threading his fingers into Theo’s hair, not quite pulling—just holding him still.
“Open.”
Theo smirked. Ran his tongue along his lower lip, then brushed it against the swollen head of Lucius’s cock.
Lucius inhaled sharply.
Then he abruptly pushed inside, deep enough to make Theo gag, then pulled back out just quickly, tapping the broad head against Theo’s tongue, which chased his cock as it withdrew.
He pushed back in, one hand gripping the base of his cock, the other tugging Theo’s hair tightly, pulling him down on his cock even as he pushed roughly into his throat.
Theo choked on a groan as his throat spasmed. He’d sucked Draco off a time or two and had enjoyed it immensely, but that was nothing compared to the feel of the sire fucking his face.
He felt like he could come just from the feel of his throat being stretched, from the look of sheer heat in Lucius’s eyes, his furrowed brow, his parted lips and set jaw. Theo’s hand moved to cup his own bulge which threatened to unload in his trousers.
Lucius abruptly pulled out, yanking Theo up to his feet, and Theo smiled to himself as Lucius spun him around.
He barely had time to catch his breath before he was bent over the desk, hands splayed against the polished wood, fingertips digging in.
He laughed breathlessly. “Finally.”
Lucius leaned in, his mouth at Theo’s ear.
“Quiet,” he hissed.
He yanked Theo’s trousers down his hips, and roughly pushed on his upper back, forcing him to lean over the desk. Theo caught himself on his elbows, practically squirming with excitement.
“Is this what you wanted, boy?” Lucius growled, slapping his heavy cock against the cheeks of Theo’s arse, and then against his pucker, making him whimper and arch up in offering, almost begging Lucius for the pressure of his tip pushing inside him.
He was writhing, his mouth open as he panted, leftover drool from the face-fucking seeping out the corner of his mouth onto the rich mahogany of Lucius’s desk.
“Fuck. Yes,” he hissed in response. “Please, Daddy. Fuck me. As hard as you want, I can take it.”
“You really think you can take this cock?” Lucius’s voice was dangerously soft. It was true Lucius’s cock was larger than any he ever had before, including his son, but Theo was desperate to feel the stretch, the ache of it.
But Lucius didn’t move.
“You know,” he said, his tone as smooth as silk, “you sat where you shouldn’t. You touched what was mine. You mouthed off to me. And now, insolent boy, you are going to be punished.”
Theo shivered in pleasure, his cock throbbing.
Lucius leaned in close, gripping Theo’s chin, and turning his face to meet his gleaming eyes.
“And as your first punishment,” he said, the velvety smoothness of his tone making Theo’s cock leak, “you’ll be warming my cock while I finish writing these letters.”
He moved back, sitting down in his chair, then reached for his cane. Tapping the silver handle first against his desk, he then swung it, thwacking Theo’s bare arse once, twice, three times.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Yes, Lucius, please.”
Lucius hummed, a primal sound ripping from his throat. “Call me Daddy, boy. Now have a seat.”
His only warning was a muttered lubrication charm before Lucius yanked him down onto his lap, the thick head of his cock nudging insistently at his newly slicked entrance. Theo gasped, fingers clawing at the polished desk for purchase as Lucius guided him down, inch by inch, his cock stretching him open with a delicious burn.
He’d spent time earlier, prepping and stretching himself with his fingers in the hopes that this might happen. Now here he was, being eased onto the cock of his dreams.
“Yes, Daddy, please—” His words caught in his throat as Lucius pressed deeper, filling him in slow, measured thrusts until Theo was seated fully in his lap, his thighs trembling as he adjusted to the sheer size of him.
Fuck, it was better then anything he’d ever dared to dream.
Lucius exhaled slowly, his grip tightening around Theo’s waist. “There. Hold still.” He patted his thigh. “That’s a good boy.”
Theo’s breath shuddered out, the praise making his arse clench involuntarily around the thick cock inside him, earning him a warning squeeze to his hip.
“Be still,” Lucius murmured. “Daddy’s working.”
Theo let out a pitiful sound. He could feel every throb, every pulse of Lucius inside him, and the effort of staying still had his entire body shaking.
He squeezed his eyes shut, almost biting through his lower lip as he focused on breathing slowly, in through his nose and out his mouth.
Lucius shifted behind him, unfortunately not to fuck him, but to reach for a stack of parchment.
Theo barely held back a moan when the movement sent the cock inside him nudging just right against his prostate. “I—fuck—I can’t just sit here like this.”
“You can, and you will,” Lucius replied easily, dipping his quill into the ink pot as though nothing were amiss, as though Theo weren’t currently shivering on his lap, spread open on his cock, desperate for friction.
Theo willed himself to relax against the warmth of Lucius’s chest at his back. His cock throbbed, bouncing and leaking against his stomach.
Every now and then, Lucius would shift slightly, and Theo would bite back a groan, his arsehole clenching.
He could feel Lucius’s cock pulse in response to the squeeze of him, but outwardly, the older man seemed unaffected.
Theo squirmed a bit on purpose, hoping to goad him into fucking him.
At this point, he was in danger of coming all over himself. He didn't dare touch his cock though he longed to squeeze his base to relieve some pressure.
Lucius pinched his hip almost absentmindedly. “If you can’t be patient, perhaps I should keep you like this all evening.”
Theo’s hands curled into fists. “Please,” he whined. “I—I can’t do it anymore.”
Lucius’s lips brushed the shell of his ear. “Good boys wait for their rewards.”
Theo barely suppressed a full-body shudder. Feeling a bit petulant, he tightened around him again, and was gratified by the small grunt Lucius let out, followed by another none-too-gentle pinch to Theo’s thigh.
“Do you want me to fuck you or spank you? Because so far you aren’t deserving of being fucked.”
“I want whatever you want to give me, Daddy,” Theo breathed, even though he was pretty sure he would cry if Lucius withdrew from him without a good, hard fucking.
“Then be still, and be quiet,” Lucius hissed in Theo’s ear. He nodded fervently, squeezing his eyes shut and biting his lip hard enough to make it bleed.
For what felt like an eternity, Theo heard nothing but the pounding of his heart and the sound of Lucius’s quill scratching on parchment. Then, finally, fucking finally—Lucius set his quill down and patted Theo’s thigh.
“Up,” he commanded, pushing with his hips, chuckling at the whimper he released as Lucius’s cock slipped out of him when he stood on shaky legs.
Lucius roughly shoved him forward again, and his hands squeezed his hips so tightly, he knew there would be fingerprints left behind. He certainly hoped so.
The elder Malfoy’s hands moved down, cupping and squeezing Theo’s arse cheeks, his thumbs kneading the crease and spreading him open.
Then, without warning, he pushed inside him again, this time groaning loudly.
“Salazar,” Lucius rasped. “You take me so well. I always knew you would.”
Theo whimpered when Lucius pulled out slightly, then ever so slowly pushed back in.
“You take me like such a good boy, even though you’re a damnable whelp.” He punctuated the last word with a reward, pulling out before thrusting back in hard.
“And now I’m going to fuck you like the little slut you are.”
Theo’s fingers dug into the wood of the desk as Lucius began to fuck him with hard, deep strokes, muttering into Theo’s neck.
“Been gagging to get this cock inside you, haven’t you, boy?” His voice was less controlled than Theo had ever heard it, breathless, almost shaky.
“Gods yes,” Theo moaned. “I—fuck—yes. Wanted it for so long, Daddy.”
With each push of Lucius’s cock into him, he felt the burn of his own orgasm growing, larger, and larger, his cock more or less less fucking the smooth wood beneath him.
And then… he was coming all over Lucius’s desk in thick white streaks.
Lucius let out a guttural sound at the squeeze of Theo’s orgasm around his cock and pushed him down until Theo was laying in his own mess.
But Lucius didn’t stop. Not yet.
He grunted, another sharp snap of his hips—one, two, three—then he stilled, exhaling harshly as his cock pulsed inside him, liquid heat filling up Theo’s hole for what felt like an eternity,
For a moment, neither of them moved, until Lucius finally pulled out of him with a groan.
Theo was still recovering, gasping against the desk, feeling Lucius’s cum slipping out of his arse, making his cheeks slippery, then sliding down his inner thighs.
He was a wreck and he couldn’t have been happier.
When he finally had the strength to push himself up, he turned around to look at Lucius, finding him staring at him as he buttoned his flies, and straightened his cufflinks, fixing his blonde ponytail which was still as sleek as if he hadn’t just fucked Theo into his desk.
“Pleased with yourself?” asked Lucius in his usual menacing tone, which had long lost its edge to Theo. He’d grown used to the snarls of Malfoy men years ago.
“Very,” he said, a smirk playing on his lips. “I won.”
“No.” Lucius exhaled and stepped closer to him, using his thumb to wipe a stream of drool off Theo’s chin, watching him as if contemplating him. “I won.”
“You’re mine now,” he informed Theo. “To use, to fuck…whatever I please.”
Theo could barely stop the grin from spreading across his face. He did his best impression of seriousness as he looked into Lucius’s half-lidded, silver eyes.
“Yes, Daddy.”