Malfoy ficlet, NC-17
Jul. 21st, 2009 12:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ravenna_c_tanI'm here at Azkatraz, and have spent a lot of tonight writing drabbles for artists in exchange for art! But an hour or so ago, as I was starting to run out of steam, this plot bunny for a ficlet about Lucius in Azkaban hit me. So I wrote it. (Azkatraz has spawned a lot of Azkaban plot bunnies for people this weekend...)
Title: Lucius In Azkaban
Rating: It's me. Therefore real dirty.
Word Count: 276
Lucius lifted his head as the key turned in the lock. He caught a glimpse of Narcissa's best hat through the slit window in the heavy iron door, but it wouldn't do to show the guard how eager he was.
How starved.
The guard barely acknowledged him anyway, grumbling a barely intelligible "Conjugal visit," and then slamming the door, leaving a rather shaken-looking blond standing there.
Lucius had not seen his wife's face in six months. And he had not felt the touch of another human being in just as long.
Slender fingers slipped into the loose prison trousers he wore. He did not pull free but said, "Wait. How long?"
"Only a few minutes. It takes nearly an hou--"
"Hush." He was already strainingly hard, but he was determined to wait. His hands fell to slender shoulders, holding their bodies apart.
"But the guard will come back soon..."
Lucius grinned a feral grin. "You think I'll waste even a moment? I will bury myself in you the second I am ready."
Cool fingers wrapped around his shaft, pumping it as if to break down his resolve.
"Are you slick and ready for me?" he whispered.
"Yes, yes of course. Let me undress."
Lucius stepped back, removing his prison robes without watching Narcissa's dress falling away.
When he did finally look, the most perfect body lay upon the palette, legs already parted to welcome him. Finally.
"Draco," he whispered, as he pressed his lips to silk-fine hair and his cock into the pre-slicked hole, his son struggling not to cry out as he was so suddenly filled. Polyjuice was such a useful potion.
Title: Lucius In Azkaban
Rating: It's me. Therefore real dirty.
Word Count: 276
Lucius lifted his head as the key turned in the lock. He caught a glimpse of Narcissa's best hat through the slit window in the heavy iron door, but it wouldn't do to show the guard how eager he was.
How starved.
The guard barely acknowledged him anyway, grumbling a barely intelligible "Conjugal visit," and then slamming the door, leaving a rather shaken-looking blond standing there.
Lucius had not seen his wife's face in six months. And he had not felt the touch of another human being in just as long.
Slender fingers slipped into the loose prison trousers he wore. He did not pull free but said, "Wait. How long?"
"Only a few minutes. It takes nearly an hou--"
"Hush." He was already strainingly hard, but he was determined to wait. His hands fell to slender shoulders, holding their bodies apart.
"But the guard will come back soon..."
Lucius grinned a feral grin. "You think I'll waste even a moment? I will bury myself in you the second I am ready."
Cool fingers wrapped around his shaft, pumping it as if to break down his resolve.
"Are you slick and ready for me?" he whispered.
"Yes, yes of course. Let me undress."
Lucius stepped back, removing his prison robes without watching Narcissa's dress falling away.
When he did finally look, the most perfect body lay upon the palette, legs already parted to welcome him. Finally.
"Draco," he whispered, as he pressed his lips to silk-fine hair and his cock into the pre-slicked hole, his son struggling not to cry out as he was so suddenly filled. Polyjuice was such a useful potion.
