Yes, Daddy

by Dizzle00

Summary:

Theo even called Lucius “Daddy” at times, knowing full well it made the elder Malfoy's eye twitch.

Especially then.

Notes:

Happy happy birthday, sweet @lolovestoread! I hope your day is filled with all your favorite things!

For your birthday, I made you what was supposed to be a 600 word drabble but you know how that goes! I hope you enjoy. ❤️

Love you! 🥹💕

Thank you to Tina, Mads, and Bee for your excellent beta help!💋💋💋

Chapter 1: Yes, Daddy

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.

***

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.”

 

 

 

Chapter 2: Use Me, Daddy

Summary:

When Lucius’s eyes traced up the length of the cock in front of him, it took a moment for his brain to register the barbell piercing—two metal beads, one protruding from the head of his cock and the other resting just below the ridge of his thick, glistening crown, near his frenulum.

He’d also wrapped a delicate silver chain around his shaft, a small charm dangling from it, the word “Daddy” etched in delicate cursive.

It was Lucius’s necklace—Theo had given it to him.

Notes:

Inspired by this very NSFW pic (Brace yourselves, really)

Thank you to my lovely alphas/betas/enablers @lolovestoread
@sugarquilling
@dracoisforlovers
@daddydlm
@tnkrnn

Lucius had had a long fucking day.

His investors were giving him hell, he’d been so distracted that his tea had gone cold, and worst of all, his obstinate son had just announced to the Daily Prophet that he was engaged to marry the Mud—ugh—Muggleborn girl he’d been wasting precious Malfoy seed over for years.

Of course it was with his traitorous ex-wife’s blessing.

As he continued to stew in his frustration, Lucius made a mental note to keep an eye on the family tapestry.

He stormed through the manor toward his rooms, already unbuttoning his Oxford shirt. (Draco had introduced him to them—the one good thing about the Muggle girl. Well, that and the fact that she allegedly made his petulant son happy, he acknowledged darkly.)

Lucius stepped into his bed chamber and after hanging his cane on a hook on the wall, dropped his cufflinks on a side table, then scrubbed his hands over his face, rubbing his temples at the beginning of a headache.

A long fucking day indeed.

“Hi Daddy,” a voice broke through his reverie and Lucius’s eye twitched before his gaze quickly darted over toward the source—toward his bed.

Lucius’s jaw clenched.

Insubordinate whelp. Lucius hadn’t given him permission to come in here. While it was true that he often brought him to his bed, the boy had never had the nerve to come in on own recognizance.

Lucius focused on breathing slowly, on not giving him a reaction until he’d had a moment to observe the scene. He took a moment to decide what needed to be done.

He had a beautiful body, young and lean and lithe. His head was topped with bronze curls, but he kept his particulars smooth and hair-free, knowing Lucius’s preferences. The gesture wasn’t lost on him.

And there he was fully nude, laying sprawled out before him on Lucius’s black silk duvet. His hand was wrapped around the base of his cock which dripped with arousal, already flushed and ready. Practically fit to burst. Lucius could almost taste him on his tongue.

His balls were drawn up tight and Lucius longed to take each orb into his mouth, tonguing them while he writhed beneath him.

Maybe he should reward him for being so pretty.

Lucius was so distracted watching the movements of Theo’s hand that at first he didn’t notice the glint of metal.

He almost didn’t believe his eyes at first, certain it was a trick of light.

But no.

When his eyes traced up the length of the cock in front of him, it took a moment for his brain to register the barbell piercing—two metal beads, one protruding from the head of his cock and the other resting just below the ridge of his thick, glistening crown, near his frenulum.

He’d also wrapped a delicate silver chain around his shaft, a small charm dangling from it, the word “Daddy” etched in delicate cursive.

It was Lucius’s necklace—Theo had given it to him.

Lucius inhaled sharply, freezing mid-motion, his shirt half off as his eyes greedily traced along Theo’s cock, his own erection rapidly thickening in his boxers.

He swallowed hard, the stressors of his day forgotten as he fought to regain composure. It wouldn’t do for Theo to see him struggling.

The last thing the boy needed was a bigger ego.

As he took in the sight of the young man spread out before him like an offering, Lucius slid his shirt off, tilting his head while he unfastened his trousers. He pushed them down slowly, his already eager cock sprang free.

“What do you think of it, Daddy?” Theo’s eyes gleamed in a way that made Lucius want—no, need—to punish him in a way that would leave them both shaking and thoroughly drained.

He shook his head, making a valiant attempt to show disapproval, but then the boy lifted his knees to his chest, presenting his arse to him.

Lucius nearly lost his breath at the sight of the silver plug in his arse, etched with the words “Use Me Daddy” in a font that matched that of the charm on his cock.

Lucius arched a brow, even as his cock throbbed.

“Ankles already in the air and I’ve just entered the room,” he drawled, fighting against the breathlessness he suddenly felt. “Quite presumptuous, don’t you think?”

Theo smirked when he noticed the cock tenting Lucius’s trousers. He adjusted his straining erection as his eyes raked over the problem laid out before him.

Lucius slowly made his way over to the bed, kneeling on it, moving closer to inspect the jewelry on the cock he owned.

He resisted the temptation to take himself in hand, though his cock begging to fuck something.

Leaning down until he was face-to-face with it, he tugged at the chain just above where Theo’s fist was wrapped around his thick length. The boy grunted, and Lucius watched as a new rivulet of pre-cum pooled at the slit then trickled down the side of him. His mouth watered at the sight, longing to take that cock into his mouth and suck him dry.

“What’s all this?” His voice sounded much calmer than he felt. He wanted to pull the plug right out of that tight little arse of his and push his cock in until he filled him so full with cum, it oozed down his crack and all over the sheets.

But… that would have to wait.

“It’s a gift for you, Daddy. You didn’t wear your necklace,” Theo whimpered, “So I wore it for you.”

Theo’s voice was provocative and playful, in a way that made Lucius’s cock twitch. But he vowed not to break.

Not yet.

He knew Theo liked to play with fire, to push him and push him and push him until he lost control.

Well, two could play at that game.

“Hm,” he said noncommittally.

He thumbed at the plug. “Have you been a good boy today, Theo? It doesn’t seem like it.”

“No,” Theo moaned. “I’ve been awful. Punish me, Daddy.”

Humming, Lucius gripped the plug and twisted it slightly, watching as he clenched on it, jealous of it while also admiring how beautiful his boy looked wearing it.

Like a proper prize for a Malfoy.

It was lucky for him, really, that his son had taken a liking to the Granger girl rather than this beautiful, needy boy.

“A punishment for you seems more like a reward,” Lucius mused.

Then he licked a stripe up the underside of Theo’s cock, over his knuckles, only stopping at the head, taking the metal between his teeth and tugging gently at first, then not so gently. Theo hissed at the sensation.

“You didn’t ask for my permission before you messed with my things,” admonished Lucius.

“S-Sorry Daddy,” Theo stuttered, as Lucius swirled his tongue around the metal beads, paying extra attention to the one near the frenulum. The vein traveling up the underside of Theo‘s cock throbbed right before his eyes and Lucius chuckled darkly at the precum now streaking down his length.

The eldest Malfoy huffed a laugh. “No you’re not.”

Still on his knees, he reached out and pulled out the plug Theo had stuffed into his arse, setting it aside and watching his stretched hole clench around nothing.

The boy’s feet dropped to the mattress and his mouth opened on a gasp. He was squirming, writhing on the bed, and his whimpers were music to Lucius’s ears.

He looked at Lucius with hooded eyes, and the older man couldn’t resist bending down to take his plump bottom lip between his teeth and bite down gently. With one hand, he took Theo‘s wrists and stretched them out above his head.

“If you don’t stop squirming,” Lucius warned, “I’ll be forced to make you.”

Of course, he didn’t listen, his hips bucking into the air, desperate for friction as he fucked into nothing. His moans grew louder, desperate, and Lucius’s cock grew harder with every sound.

“Incarcerous,” Lucius murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Theo’s throat before laughing darkly when the boy whined when his wrists were suddenly tied, tugging at his restraints.

“Stop moving around,” he said again in his most authoritative voice. “Or I’ll tie your ankles together too.”

Theo smirked and suddenly, he had fuzzy little cuffs around his ankles.

“Cheeky boy,” muttered Lucius. “I’m going to have to spank you for that.”

The young man positively writhed, his nipples taut and peaked, his skin flushed, his cock straining towards the ceiling.

“No Daddy, please,” Theo said, in a tone that only agitated Lucius more. “Not a spanking.”

Lucius murmured a summoning charm, and his cane snapped into his hand. He grasped the chain between the fuzzy cuffs, lifting Theo’s ankles to grant himself better access to his plump little arsecheeks.

He trailed the cool, polished wood along the smooth skin of Theo’s bollocks, then down to his pucker, pressing the silver tip against him. Lucius chuckled when Theo’s stretched hole fluttered in response.

“Oh no, not the cane,” Theo moaned, his impertinence making Lucius tsk.

“You’ve earned at least three strikes, boy,” he said, dragging the length of it along the soft skin of his arse before bringing it down once, twice, thrice.

Each thwack made Theo’s cock jerk, like he could come from this alone. Lucius knew he could, too.

Leaning forward, he braced his hand next to Theo’s head, then spat into his other hand, and carefully begin to work his index and middle fingers into his arse. Unlike the boy, Lucius always treated his things with care.

Theo whimpered when he moved his fingers deeper, twisting and sweeping along the inside of his inner walls until he found what he was looking for. He massaged the gland with purpose until he felt the telltale trembling of Theo’s body on the edge of orgasm.

“Oh fuck, Daddy, please,” Theo whined.

But Lucius ceased movement, savoring the feeling of Theo’s tight pucker clenching around his fingers.

When he relaxed, Lucius started again, massaging him right up until the point just before he came, and then stopping.

Theo’s head whipped back-and-forth on the bed, so hard and close to release, his cock was straining, practically purple. Lucius took a moment to admire the Daddy charm that hugged his length, and stilled his fingers.

He loved seeing his name on that perfect cock.

In a sudden burst of affection, Lucius began milking him again, this time not letting up. He massaged his front wall until Theo came with a loud cry, his cock spurting ropes of cum all the way up to his chin, and his entire body trembled with aftershocks.

Lucius kept at it, pressing his fingers against the same spot, watching Theo’s abs flex and his hips buck up as he came again. There was less spend this time, but it was no less intense, judging by the whimpers and the way his eyes rolled back in his head as his body jerked.

The third time, tears began to gather in the corners of his large hazel eyes, clinging to his long lashes that curled like a little doll’s as another orgasm hit him, a dry one this time, his entire body seizing and then going limp.

“Please Lucius,” he whimpered. “I can’t take anymore—“

“That’s not what you call me, boy,” Lucius barked, cutting him off, still working him with his fingers.

Theo was so oversensitive that his legs and arse cheeks twitched and spasms with every movement of Lucius’s fingers. His cock was still hard, bouncing against his toned belly.

“Say you’re sorry,” demanded Lucius, slowing his movements but still working his fingers inside Theo.

“I’m s-sorry—“ Theo gritted out, his teeth chattering by this point.

“You’ll need to be more specific.”

“Th-that I didn’t ask for permission before—“

Lucius glided his nose along Theo’s jaw, smiling at the sight of the undone young man beneath him. His perfect little slut.

“Before what?” Lucius spoke slowly, enunciating every syllable.

“Before I messed with your things.”

And with that, Lucius removed his fingers, wrapping them instead around Theo’s softening length. Then he rewarded them both with one quick, wet suck of his metal embellished tip, moaning at the salty taste of his release, swirling his tongue around the silver beads. He pushed his tongue against the ridge of his frenulum, while giving him three quick jerks of his hand until Theo’s back arched up.

“Fuck, Lucius,” Theo groaned, his hands grasping at the bedding, his fingers digging into the duvet beneath him, knowing better than to touch Lucius’s hair though he imagined the boy desperately wanted to push Lucius’s face down on him, to push his cock into Lucius’s throat.

But of course, he wouldn’t.

“I can’t come again, I can’t—“ He cried, even as his hips fucked up into Lucius’s hand.

“You’ll come as many times as I make you,” Lucius murmured, though he released his hold on his cock.

“Now,” he continued, his thumb grazing Theo’s cheekbone before sliding down to his throat. He tightened his fingers, savoring the movement of Theo’s Adam’s apple beneath his palm. “Do you want me to fuck you like this or on your hands and knees?”

Lucius’s cock jutted out in front of him, slick with precum. His balls were tight with the need to release.

But still, he managed to keep the strain out of his voice and maintain a facade of control.

“Like this,” Theo whimpered. “I want you on top of me, Daddy.”

Lucius smiled.

This was how he liked Theo best: worn out, stretched out and docile. Lucius might even snuggle him after.

He stood from the bed, watching the boy squirm in his restraints taking his time removing his clothing.

“Unbind me,” the boy whined, “Daddy please.”

“You’ll wait patiently,” he informed him, slowing his movements even further, pushing his trousers and boxers down his hips, then slowly stepping out of them. “Knees up.”

He licked his lips, moving closer to Theo, who obeyed, lifting his legs again, making space for Lucius.

“Good boy,” Lucius murmured, canceling the Incarcerous, and Theo reached for him.

His hole was already nice and stretched, but Lucius cast a lubrication spell, using his fingers to massage around his pucker before he slapped his cock against his used hole in three quick movements, making Theo yelp.

“Daddy’s going to fuck you now,” he said, grasping his cock and beginning to push inside.

When Theo clenched around the head of him, Lucius had to take a beat, focusing on breathing slowly in through his nose, and out through his lips as his cock pulsated from tip to sac.

Gritting his teeth, he pushed in further until the warmth of Theo’s hole surrounded his entire cock, his inner muscles clenching and pulsing around him.

Lucius sighed with relief, his hands tightening on Theo’s thighs.

He pulled out, then pushed back in, his head falling back in pleasure while he exhaled harshly, balls tightening even more in anticipation of release. He let out a long low groan of relief at finally having his cock sheathed in his heat

As Lucius fucked Theo in slow, sharp thrusts, the necklace on his cock jingled with each push of his hips.

Theo reached down and began jerking himself, whimpering with each thrust of Lucius’s cock.

“Tell me when you’re close,” Lucius demanded and Theo moaned in response.

“I’m already so close, Daddy.”

Every muscle in Lucius’s body twitched and tensed.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good inside me.”

Lucius groaned, hips moving faster as he began to seek his release.

“I love fucking this tight little arse,” Lucius managed to groan, punctuating each word with a thrust. “Such a good fucking boy.”

He leaned over Theo, licking into his mouth and kissing him furiously as he fucked him harder, faster, until Theo’s arse squeezed him, as he whimpered into Lucius’s mouth.

He pulled away from the kiss, grazing his teeth along Theo’s throat and shoulder as he came, grunting his release. He filled Theo’s welcoming hole in pulse after pulse of hot cum.

Just when it felt like he would never stop coming, the pleasure began to abate, and Lucius slowed his movements, his cum making his passage slicker, Theo’s arse squelching with each push in.

He pulled out to watch the trickles of his cum spilling out. Then, in a sudden stroke of inspiration, he snapped his fingers and the buttplug was in his hand.

The plug now read, “Daddy’s Boy.” He held it up so Theo could see, then quickly pressed it into the boy’s arse, sealing his cum inside.

“Fuck yes,” Theo panted. “Was I a good boy for you, Daddy?”

Lucius’s hummed, smiling as he glided his lips along the jawline.

“Such a good boy for me. So tight and warm, holding all my cum inside. Daddy is so pleased with you,” he said. Theo practically purred at the praise.

Pushing himself up, Lucius stopped on his haunches, fingers toying with the jewelry on Theo’s cock.

“I quite like this charm on you.” His voice was too soft, almost adoring.

What could he say? Theo brought out something tender in him that nobody else ever had, except possibly in the early months of his relationship with Narcissa.

No, he thought. Not even then. It was all Theo, this boy (a man yes, but one half Lucius’s age) who had righted Lucius’s world after it had been turned upside down. Somehow, Theo always knew exactly what Lucius needed. He could barely even remember what had him so rankled earlier.

He climbed into the large bed, laying down behind his pretty boy, pulling him into his arms, his back resting snugly against Lucius’s chest.

The whelp seemed a bit stunned with the new state of things.

They’d been plenty intimate, but cuddling wasn’t something they often did. Lucius wasn’t really one for affection beyond sexual satisfaction.

“Are you…snuggling me, Lucius?” Theo asked teasingly, wriggling his tempting backside against Lucius’s spent cock. He put his hand on Theo’s hip, and he stilled in an instant.

He really was a good boy.

Far easier to tolerate than his son. For a myriad of reasons.

Lucius kissed the nape of Theo’s neck, and smiled when he relaxed into his arms.

“You’re Daddy’s best boy, after all.”

Chapter 3: Daddy's Boy

Summary:

“There’s my daddy,” Theo purred, rising from the chaise lounge, already sunwarmed, but now even warmer from the way Lucius’s jaw tightened when he noticed the shirt.

Draco turned around and spun back to Theo. “No, that’s my—“

Just then Lucius reached for Draco, putting his hand on the back of his neck and squeezing, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to shut him up.

“To what do we owe the pleasure of my son visiting? Where’s your little Mu—“

Draco growled and Theo hummed to himself.

“Muggleborn,” Lucius said mildly. “I’m a reformed man and all that rot.”

Lucius’s gaze lingered on Theo, sweeping over the tiny shirt and the even tinier shorts worn just for him. He licked his lips, and Theo felt his cock begin to swell. It was a real shame, too. There’d be no hiding it.

The elder Malfoy smirked, eyes dropping to Theo’s growing bulge before flicking casually to his son.

“Will you be staying long, Draco?”

Notes:

This chapter was inspired and encouraged/enabled by Mads, Lauren, Meg, Tina, and Abs, my sweet fellow chaos gremlins. Extra special thank you to Lo for looking though this for me! 🫶🏻💖

Theo was stretched out on a chaise lounge in the Manor’s pool house, waiting for Lucius to get home.

Wearing Lucius’s favorite T-shirt and a pair of indecently short shorts, he figured it was the perfect afternoon to catch some sun, maybe even sneak in a nap. Extra rest was essential these days.

Not to mention, he was still a bit sore from the… workout Lucius had given him the night before. Not that he was complaining. He just needed a bit of recovery and hopefully he’d get a repeat tonight. He’d even put in his Daddy’s Boy plug to match the shirt.

Lucius would be pleased. Theo smiled to himself, eyes closed.

He was just drifting off when he heard footsteps approaching him on the cement patio, the distinctive sound of what could only be dragonhide boots.

Daddy was home.

“Well hello, Daddy,” Theo murmured drowsily, before even opening his eyes.

The silence was far too loud to be Lucius.

When Theo opened his eyes, he saw a much younger, brattier Malfoy standing there, his gaze dragging over Theo’s short shorts, up his exposed abdomen, and freezing on the tight, cropped Daddy’s Boy tshirt he wore.

Theo smirked. “Like what you see?”

He almost laughed when Draco cleared his throat, looking affronted and frazzled.

“As a matter of fact, I’m taken,” he huffed, though Theo could see the slightest flush of pink on his cheeks.

Theo took his time looking Draco up and down. “As am I. He’ll be here any moment and I’ve got big plans so if you could kindly skedaddle…”

Draco looked around, confused. “But—“

“Sorry, D,” Theo smirked. “I’ve had my fun with you and all, but I’ve moved onto the sire.”

His friend sputtered, but Theo wasn’t listening. No, his eyes were locked on the figure approaching behind Draco. Taller, broader, longer hair. Dignified. Much more composed.

“There’s my daddy,” Theo purred, rising from the chaise lounge, already sunwarmed, but now even warmer from the way Lucius’s jaw tightened when he noticed the shirt.

Draco turned around and spun back to Theo. “No, that’s my—“

Just then Lucius reached for Draco, putting his hand on the back of his neck, and squeezed, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to shut him up.

“To what do we owe the pleasure of my son visiting? Where’s your little Mu—“

Draco growled and Theo hummed to himself.

“Muggleborn,” Lucius said mildly. “I’m a reformed man and all that rot.”

Lucius’s gaze finally flicked to Theo, sweeping over the tiny shirt and the even tinier shorts he’d worn just for him. He licked his lips, and Theo felt his cock stir. It was a real shame, too. There’d be no hiding the sight of it twitching and swelling in his shorts.

The elder Malfoy smirked, eyes dropping to Theo’s growing bulge before returning casually back to his son.

“Will you be staying long, Draco?”

Meanwhile, Draco was looking between them, a slight furrow between his brows as a growing confusion, then realization struck.

“What’s he doing here?” he asked his father, jerking his head in Theo’s direction, and Lucius merely lifted a brow and smirked, shrugging one shoulder.

“I can’t quite seem to get rid of him.”

Theo snorted. He knew better. The truth was, Lucius had grown rather fond of him. Not only did he enjoy using Theo’s body for stress relief, he insisted Theo share his bed more nights than not and even snuggled him. He was a warm body to fuck, sure, but it was more than that.

Even with the status of the Malfoy name diminished, Lucius could’ve found sex anywhere. If he only wanted a hole to fill, he would have gotten it elsewhere.

No, it was different with Theo.

Lucius loved to spoil him, lavish him with gifts, and he’d even started smiling around him now and then. Especially when Theo wore the clothes and jewelry he’d bought for him. Like he was now, Theo noticed, preening a bit.

Lucius had come back from a business trip to Muggle London the week before with the Daddy’s Boy T-shirt, and the first time Theo wore it, Lucius had bent him over the dining room table and fucked him within an inch of his life.

Theo smiled at another memory from that same night of Lucius replacing the jewelry in his cock piercing with something new he’d picked out just for him. How he’d sucked and tongued at it afterward until Theo was squirming, begging him to let him come.

Lucius had only tutted, pulled off, and stroked the sensitive ridges of his frenulum with his thumb until Theo finally came, gasping and moaning, all over his hand.

What a sight it was to see Lucius Malfoy, the picture of composed elegance, with his hands slick and sticky with Theo’s cum.

It was obvious he’d missed him.

“Pish,” said Theo, waving Lucius’s comment away and meeting Draco’s confused silver gaze. “I’d say Daddy here has become rather fond of me.”

In a flash, Draco conjured a bottle of Firewhiskey and a glass, and after pouring a healthy serving of it, chugged it in three swallows. He immediately poured another and sat the bottle on a nearby table, staring between the two men.

Theo lay, relaxed as ever, in his chaise lounge while Lucius summoned the bottle, conjuring another glass and filling it to the brim.

“Thank you, son. It’s been…a day.”

Theo had to smile, knowing Lucius had been coming to him to let him take the edge off for him.

He’d planned on sucking him off right away in Lucius’s favorite shirt like a good boy, but Draco was cramping his style.

With a theatric sigh, Theo stood from his lounge, his bulge extremely prominent in his shorts, and stood, sauntering his way over to sit next to Draco, hooking his arm around his neck.

The familiar scent of his friend—and former lover—was soothing and also, if he were honest, rather arousing, especially when he saw the way Lucius’s eyes narrowed as he watched the two of them.

Theo grinned and made a scene of planting a wet, sloppy kiss to Draco’s cheek.

“What the fuck, Theo,” Draco whinged, but he didn’t pull away.

“I believe your father asked a question,” Theo pointed out, his arm around Draco tightening slightly. “Will you be staying long?”

Draco stiffened, sighing. “Granger wants me to try to mend my relationship with Father before she’ll even consider setting a date. We…had an argument and—,” the git raked a hand through his hair, huffing a bit, “she made me come here.”

“Ah,” Theo said lightly, taking Draco’s glass from his hand and tipping it back, his eyes locked on Lucius. He shivered in pleasure when he saw the older man’s gaze fixed on his throat, watching him swallow the last of the liquor. Then, with a little smirk, he placed the empty glass back in Draco’s hand.

“Well,” he said, clapping his hands together. “I’ll leave you two to work on your relationship.”

He turned to Lucius, throwing him a wink. “I’m going to have a shower.”

Theo took his time strutting out of the pool house, fully aware of the two sets of eyes tracking his every move. He didn’t rush, instead relishing the feeling of being watched by two Malfoy men.

By the time he reached Lucius’s rooms he was already undressing. He stepped out of his flip-flops, then slid his shorts down his legs.

Standing in front of the shower, he adjusted the taps until the steam began to rise, then reached to pull the Daddy’s Boy shirt over his head.

He froze when he saw Lucius in the doorway.

The older man stood there, arms crossed, one brow arched, and a dark look in his grey eyes.

“Hi, Daddy,” Theo said sweetly, with a slow, teasing smile, his cock twitching back to life under Lucius’s heavy gaze.

He started to tug his shirt up.

“Leave it,” Lucius barked.

“But—“

“I said leave it.”

Theo shrugged, biting back a grin, then stepped into the large shower, tilting his head back beneath the warm spray. His cock was rock hard, pointing straight up at the ceiling, knowing Lucius was watching him. The wet shirt clung to his skin, becoming almost transparent.

He turned his back to Lucius, gathering soap and making a show of washing his lower body. A slow smirk curved his lips at the sound of a belt hitting the floor, followed by the zip of trousers and the soft drop of fabric.

There was a cool shift of air as Lucius stepped into the shower, and then a tall, firm body pressed to his back, and an even firmer cock hard against his arse. He smiled to himself, pushing back against Lucius, just enough to hear a hitch of breath.

The elder Malfoy roughly spread Theo’s cheeks, and pushed on his upper back to bend him over. He hummed at the sight of the Daddy’s Boy plug sitting pretty in Theo’s arsehole.

“That’s right,” he muttered, “this arse is all mine.” His touch gentled slightly.

He lay his thumb along the plug in Theo’s hole, pressing ever so slightly. Despite the heat of the shower, Theo shivered at the feel of him taking his cock in hand and sliding it between his cheeks.

Theo offered himself fully, bent over with his hands on the wall of the shower, trying to entice him inside. He felt his arsehole pulse around the plug wishing it was a long, hard, thick, cock instead.

All Lucius had to do was pull the plug out, cast a little lubrication charm, then he could slide right in and punish him properly. Theo was more than ready for him.

But no. Lucius pulled away suddenly, leaving Theo gasping, and desperate.

“Please Daddy, please please fuck me. Please—“

Lucius suddenly took a handful of Theo’s hair and flipped him around to face him, cocks bouncing and sliding against one another.

He stared searchingly into Theo’s eyes for what felt like an endless amount of time. Then suddenly, he shoved him hard, down onto his knees on the floor of the shower.

With his other hand gripping his cock, he shoved his way through Theo’s hungry lips, hitting the back of Theo’s throat on his first thrust.

He fucked his face fast and hard, Theo choking on his thick length until he managed to relax a bit and groaned at the feel of the cock sliding in and out of his throat.

“Parading around in front of my son,” Lucius growled, his fingers tightening in his hair as Theo grunted. “Were you trying to entice him? Did you want him to fuck you?”

Theo moaned around a mouthful of cock, shaking his head no as best he could.

Lucius shoved his head down harder, grinding the thick crown against the back of Theo’s throat, again and again, the rhythm brutal. Theo swallowed around him, his own cock dripping steadily, precum pooling onto the marble floor below.

“Gonna make you gag on it,” Lucius growled, voice dark with promise.

Theo resisted the smile threatening at the corners of his mouth. His gag reflex had never been particularly strong, but Lucius had nearly trained it out of him altogether. Theo had taught himself to relax, to open up, to take every inch of that perfect prick like he was made for it.

But the gleam in Lucius’s eye said he was more than up for the challenge.

He rammed in so deep, his smooth balls rested against Theo’s chin, and tears gathered in his eyes, beginning to leak out, running down his cheeks and mixing with the drool on his chin.

Lucius pulled out with a wet pop, letting his slick, length paint Theo’s cheek with spit and precum.

“Up, boy,” he commanded. “Turn around, and let me admire what you have holding my place today.”

“Daddy’s Boy indeed,” Lucius hummed, fingers gripping it, twisting it slightly, then carefully beginning to pull it out.

As he did, Theo felt his cum from earlier that day ooze out, running down the backs of his thighs.

Then Lucius flipped Theo around again, to face him this time. Gazing down at him, he ran his tongue along his lower lip, then lifted him like he weighed nothing, pressing him to the slick tile of the shower wall before slowly sliding him down until Theo was nearly sitting on his cock.

Theo tilted his face up, lips parted, searching until finally, Lucius kissed him. A bruising, possessive kiss, teeth biting his bottom lip before he pulled back just enough to mutter a lubrication charm under his breath.

One hand stayed firm on Theo’s hip while the other guided his cock to Theo’s hole, the thick head nudging against him before finally pushing in.

Theo moaned loudly, his entire body tightening at the satisfaction of the stretch. Lucius worked into him in shallow thrusts, easing him open.

Theo was already panting, his cock flushed dark, swollen and aching between them, twitching with every thrust. He was already so close, and his eyes rolled back in his head when Lucius grazed his teeth along Theo’s throat, then bit down on his shoulder.

“That’s it,” he muttered. “Good fucking boy. Taking my cock like you were made for me. So. Fucking, Good.”

It didn’t take more than a handful of thrusts and a deep, guttural groan from Lucius. Nothing got Theo off quicker than knowing he was pleasing his daddy.

Theo’s cock slapped wetly against his skin with each thrust, and then, in a series of low grunts and groans, he came, his cock bouncing between both of their bellies, spraying them both with copious amounts of sticky cum, which the shower stream washed away.

“That’s right, boy,” Lucius rasped into his ear. “Come on Daddy’s cock. Yes, good boy. Daddy’s good fucking boy.”

Lucius plunged his tongue into Theo’s mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. His hair had come loose and hung around them like a wet and heavy curtain, saturated by the shower water.

Theo was spent, but he felt so safe there in Daddy’s arms, behind the glistening veil of Lucius’s hair and couldn’t help but preen when the older man’s head fell back, neck corded, as his cock throbbed and spurted thick ropes of cum deep inside Theo’s arse, warming him from the inside out.

His orgasm went on for what felt like forever, and when Lucius finally relaxed, he pulled back to look Theo in the eye. He was sated but still intense, and Theo’s heart thudded hopefully, waiting to hear what he might say.

After staring at him for a long moment, Lucius kissed him again, another fierce kiss.

“No more little boys for you,” he growled against his lips. “You’re mine now. Daddy’s Boy.”

Theo smirked at the jealousy Lucius had over his own son, and clenched around the softening cock still inside him.

“Whatever you want, Daddy.”

***

At dinner, Draco was sulking.

“Granger wanted me to try and make it right with my father,” he rambled. So I came here to do just that, and you’re here, and Salazar, I could hear everything. Every gag, every groan. I think I know the exact moment my father came, and it’s—,” Draco cut himself off, shuddering, scrubbing his hand over his face.

“You remember what we use to get up to, hm?” Theo asked smugly, raising a brow. “You remember how well I suck cock, don’t you?”

Draco eyed him darkly.

“We used to call you the Basilisk Swallower for a reason, Theo.”

“Are you jealous?” Theo asked, sipping his wine and lifting a brow.

Draco’s back stiffened and he started spitting like an angry cat. “Of course not,” he huffed. “I get to go home to my pretty fiancée while you two sully the manor.”

Theo couldn’t help but smile fondly. He knew Draco loved Granger. Enough to burn his legacy down if he had to.

But he also knew there was a part of Draco that wished he could have ever been daddy’s boy. For as long as he’d known him, at least until Granger had come along, all Draco  ever wanted was his father’s approval.

Certainly not quite to the extent of wearing it on a buttplug, but just once, he’d wanted to hear “I’m proud of you, son.”

Theo knew, however, it took a certain type of persuasion to earn praise from Lucius.

In ways that Draco didn’t have the luxury of utilizing.

***

After dinner, he walked past the sitting room, stopping when he heard Draco talking to someone. Peeking in, he saw him kneeling in front of the fireplace and recognized Granger’s voice.

“Your father is sleeping with Theo?” She sounded incredulous.

“Yes,” Draco whimpered, pulling a hand through his hair and tugging at the ends. “He lives here or something. Baby, please. Can I please come home?” he whined. “Please? I hate it here.”

Theo heard Granger hum sympathetically. “Yes. Come home, love. We’ll talk more about it when you get here.”

It made him smile, knowing Granger would be able to help Draco get his head right and hopefully sooner than later, come to terms with Theo’s relationship with his father.

Theo resolved to work on that next. Maybe he could repair the father-son relationship, fix this little fucked up family—the closest thing Theo himself had ever had to family.

If he was going to basically be Draco’s stepfather, it was his duty to see to it.

In the meantime, he planned to drain Lucius‘s cock so thoroughly, he had no fight left in him.

With a wicked smirk, he padded off to bed, knowing his daddy would be waiting for him. After all, there were things to discuss. Positions to try. Punishments to receive. 

And the one very special gift Theo hadn’t yet shown him—a special collar he’d purchased that read “Property of Daddy” that only Lucius could remove.

Daddy’s Boy indeed.

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