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When Draco’s face is forced against the wall, a strong body pinning him there and a hand fisting cruelly in his hair, he thinks how much he’s missed home.
His father's cock rubs against his ass, already hard and thick, and Draco whines at the many layers of clothes between them. He can imagine it straining against his trousers, the bulge obscene. Draco's mouth waters at the thought of it, and imagines sucking at it through the fabric, just inches away from deep throating his father's massive cock.
Lucius kisses his cheek chastely, so sweet compared to the grinding of his hips.
"Have you been good while you were gone? My precious boy wouldn't let anyone sully him, would he?"
Draco whimpers out a tiny no!, biting his lip as his thoughts stray to shadowy men holding him down and fucking him into their stupid little cocksleeve. They were just fantasies to touch himself to, but he couldn't help but wish they'd come true. How rough they’d be, how they’d treat Draco like a toy, using him until he couldn’t think anymore…
"Those filthy mudbloods would love to stick their cocks in you. They see you strolling along the corridors and dream about raping that virgin little hole of yours, knowing you wouldn't even put up a fight. I know how greedy you are to be plugged up, but you resisted, didn't you, darling boy?"
Lucius's fingers dip under his waistband and trace the lace of his knickers. He likes Draco in cute, girly underwear, even if all he does is rip them off him.
"Yes, daddy," Draco gasps, his hips jerking unhelpfully in the hopes of being touched. "I fingered myself every night thinking about their dirty cocks stretching me out, about them cumming in me and ruining me. All their big, juicy dicks…” A breathless giggle escapes him as his eyes nearly roll up at the thought. “Switching between my holes, making me lick their fat cocks clean, swallowing their cum…”
Lucius moans into his ear, his fingers digging into Draco's hip. "Did you do it like I showed you? Legs behind your head with that perfect, pink cunt on display?”
“Yes! I made myself all messy, daddy. My pussy wouldn’t stop squirting!”
Draco wants to touch himself so badly. He's throbbing between his legs, his thighs clenching to give himself any kind of relief. Somehow, he's on the edge of cumming just from this—his father's voice in his head, filling it with vile, disgraceful images that only make him wetter.
“Who did you dream about? Who had you fucking yourself on your fingers? Only the right sort, I hope,” he says, sounding very much like he hoped the opposite. “Tell me, sweetheart. I won’t punish you.”
“That blood-traitor Longbottom. I saw him lifting a plant pot in herbology—he was so s-strong—all I could think about was him picking me up and bouncing me on his cock. Oh, daddy, I just know it's huge. I'd—” Draco has to pause to moan, lost in his own imagination—“need two hands to stroke him off, and he'd cum all over my face and call me a slut. I wish he’d drag me along by my hair to the Gryffindor common room and let them all gape me. He could let me watch him stroke his huge cock while I get raped from behind.”
Lucius's hand slides down to cup Draco’s pussy through his knickers, tsking at how wet the fabric is. He runs a finger between his lips and nudges his swollen clit, making Draco’s legs shake, his hands darting to clutch any part of his father he can. The material only dampens further as his hungry pussy drools for cock, knowing how close he is to getting fingered if his father takes mercy on him.
“Who else? It couldn't have been just Longbottom you were drooling over. Not a desperate thing like you. Tell me about all those naughty fantasies of yours.”
Draco has to drag his thoughts away from how Lucius is teasing his pussy, how he's endlessly trailing his finger up and down his lips, just barely giving him stimulation.
“Professor Snape,” Draco moans. He humps into Lucius's hand, clenching his thighs to keep him stuck there, his hole so fucking empty. “Want him to tease my back hole with his wand. Run the tip around my rim until I can’t hold back anymore, and I'd open wide for him. My tight little pucker spreading for his cock. Oh, daddy, I kept thinking about him slipping the tip inside and spraying me full of lube until I could squirt it out, like how my pussy can.”
Lucius groans, imagining lube gushing from his son's pink, untouched asshole. How it would splutter from his rim, trailing down to coat his pussy and thighs, making them glisten. He'd be able to slip right inside either hole, knowing both of them would blossom open, accepting Lucius into his soaked, silky insides.
Draco continues, almost babbling to himself. “—He'd slide his wand in and out so slowly. And even though I'd barely feel it, I'd still start cumming uncontrollably, crying because I want to cum around a fat cock. I'd beg for him to fill me until he finally gives in and plunges inside my ass, fucking my boyhole until it can't close anymore.”
After hearing such filth spew from his son’s lips, Lucius can’t hold back a moment longer. He yanks Draco’s trousers down to his knees, knowing he's playing with fire if he doesn’t control himself. He needs to keep Draco’s virginity intact; if he gives in now, Draco won’t be able to stop. After his first taste of cock, he knows it’ll be all his son thinks of—he’ll be fucking everything he can, his pussy loose and ruined before Lucius can even arrange a marriage.
It's almost impossible to hold back, though, with his son's pink, puffy cunt only inches away, tempting him to sink right in to that juicy hole. It would be his right to do it. Who deserves his virginity more than his own father?
He frees himself from his own trousers, and his dick springs free, thick enough that Draco would drool at the sight. He slides it between Draco’s soft thighs, his cock nudging at Draco's pussy through the knickers. The thinnest layer of lace keeps him from plunging in to the hilt and taking his precious son's virginity. It's all wet and hot, sandwiched against Draco’s wet, hot folds, the fabric of the knickers licking over his cockhead like a tongue. He can only imagine how it would feel to be inside him. That mouth-like hole slobbering over his cock, a natural-born cocksleeve.
“I let Gregory and Vincent stay while I touched myself—but they didn't touch, I swear! They wanted to see my pussy so badly and—”
“—And you wanted to be watched, whore. I'm sure you would've loved their thick fingers inside you. One of them could've held you down while the other bred that needy cunt of yours. They could've sat on your face and gagged you on their dicks—how long do you think you can hold your breath when you're choking on big, fat cock?”
Draco hasn't even got the capabilities to reply, not when his father's shaft is sliding between his pussy lips. He can't even remember his name. All he knows is the throbbing of his clit and the empty ache within his cunt. He craves. Every day, he hopes someone will bend him over a desk and mount him. Or sneak into his bed at night. Even when he’s playing Quidditch, he's grinding himself against his broomstick, unable to stop thinking about hard, meaty cocks.
“Did they like gawking at your pretty pussy? Did they stroke themselves over how chubby and wet it is, how it invites you in with its greedy little winks? Or would they prefer stretching out your boyhole? They'd probably even eat you out if you asked. I know you'd love someone sucking on your rim until it's red and plump.”
Draco can almost feel the phantom tongue licking at his asshole. It's almost as good as how he imagines someone eating his pussy will feel. That hot suction, the filthy slurping noises…
“Daddy,” Draco sighs dreamily. “Please, please.”
Lucius pushes against the knickers with his cock, feeling it dip and give way enough to fuck into Draco's hole, just barely deep enough to feel his walls sucking the head. It's the farthest he's ever gone, knowing full well he wouldn't be able to resist his son's pussy if he went further. The fabric strains as he grinds his cock up, cruelly stopping him from slamming into his son’s pussy and fucking it loose.
He feels Draco squirt over his dick, his body tight and trembling as he gushes, just the slightest hint of cock in his hole enough to make him cum. A brainless smile spread across his face, his cock-hungry pussy spraying happily. With his eyes crossed, he can't see Lucius raising his hand or the evil grin appearing until it's too late.
Lucius brings his hand down and spanks Draco's pussy, right over his oversensitive clit, and the reaction is instantaneous. Draco's legs give in, collapsing like a baby deer and relying on Lucius to hold him up. His mouth gasps open, eyes rolling back, spit drooling out as his brain turns to mush. There's nothing left in his head but cock. His pussy flutters like wild, his stream only interrupted by each slap of his father’s hand.
Lucius lets him collapse on the floor, even as he continues to leak. He lands head down, ass up, baring his soaked pussy and ruined knickers to his father's gaze, slick still trickling weakly from his hole.
Lucius pulls the fabric to the side to admire his son's hairless cunt. It's flushed and sloppy, despite never being fucked. Draco is a born slut. One day he'll pound it like it deserves, but for now he simply aims his cock at the swollen, messy pussy and strokes himself off, covering his heir in cum.