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The floor was hard. He wished he’d been given a pillow to kneel upon but his comfort was unimportant. The blond wizard would never admit that he enjoyed this but words were unnecessary. He returned every week, shedding his robes and kneeling, lowering his head in a gesture of submission.

Lucius Malfoy did not submit to anyone, not even the Dark Lord he had followed dutifully until Potter had vanquished him permanently several years ago, yet he would kneel any time this man before him commanded. His meeting with his lover, if one was so inclined to attempt to put a name to the relationship between them, was his only weakness. During his weeks of meetings and attempts to remove the tarnish from his family name after the last fiasco with the Dark Lord, thinking of this clandestine encounter excited him and provided a welcome distraction from the routine of his life.

Fingers suddenly gripped his chin, raising his head. He knew from experience that there would be bruises on his pale skin soon. A quick concealment charm would hide them from his wife and son, though he was inclined to believe that neither cared enough to notice the bruises even without the charm. Opening his mouth, it was soon full of cock.

His hands were tied behind his back, his hair loose and falling around his face in a curtain of white gold. Licking and sucking, he stared at the face of the man who made him lose control. Releasing the cock, he ran his tongue along the erection, tracing every throbbing vein until he reached the nest of wiry curls at the base of the shaft.

He sucked on the swollen sac, his lips and tongue bathing the flesh in saliva. His Master’s cock slid against his cheek, pre-cum dampening his hair. Moving his tongue along the length from base to head, he opened his mouth wide and moved forward. Fingers gripped his hair as he moved back and forth, licking and sucking, taking it all. Relaxing his throat, he focused on making his Master come.

It took very little time once he concentrated on his task before the cock was thrusting into his mouth, his nose brushing against the curls around the base with each stroke. Breathing through his nose, Lucius could feel his jaws starting to have the familiar ache, his own cock stirring from the pleasurable pain. Allowing his teeth to scrape the sensitive flesh in his mouth, the fingers in his hair tightened.

Lucius eagerly swallowed the release that spilled into his throat, continuing to lick and suck until the spent cock was removed. Come dripped from his full lips, his tongue sweeping the swollen curves to catch any stray drops. Contentment flashed in his eyes as he once again lowered his head, allowing his Master to continue using him.

The End.