Political Maneuver

I love Drarry. It was the ship that got me back into fanfic. BUT I love the fuck his dad trope, and I love a toxic relationship even more. I've wanted to draw this Harry/ Lucius piece for years.

Not gonna lie, I'm pretty proud of the dicks on this one, particularly the ball sacks. I did so much sack research.

And when I realized that Harry and Draco have the same body type...wellll.....might as well make two versions. It's called the efficiency of digital media. ? I was going to make a joke about how I'm shocked I haven't drawn Malfoycest, but then I checked Ao3 and realized I've drawn it not once, but twice before: in this lovely story about family legacy, and in this delightful tale about blackmail (guest starring Harry).

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Lucius/ Harry

Tags: Toxic relationship | Orgasm delay/ denial | Crying | Begging | Pain

“Please,” Harry pants as he rubs his aching cock up Lord Malfoy’s hard thigh. His muscles burn as sweat drips down his scar, falling over his closed eyes. He’s been held on the edge for three days, unable to come until his master allows while his body burns. He chose this. He wanted this. Didn’t he? 

“Now, now, my boy,” Lucius tsks, “A proper wizard never whines, never complains when he has been tasked by his betters.” 

“But —”

“You knew the consequences when you disobeyed.” 

“Please. Please. I can’t, it hurts,” Harry cries, collapsing into Lucius’s chest as his muscles beg to give out, his hips still futilely rocking in hope of relief.

Lucius grips his chin in long, harsh fingers, forcing him to meet his grey eyes. “I do so love it when you beg.”

“I can’t. Anything else — I can’t. Please.” Tears leak down Harry’s cheeks as his master’s curse burns through his body. 

“You cry so beautifully.” Lucius slowly licks a trail of tears from his reddened face. 

Harry tries to look away, but Lucius holds him fast in his punishing grasp. He thought he was better than this. He thought he could resist coming back. He thought he could say no. Didn’t he?

“Pathetic,” Lucius snarls. “You could never leave me, never disobey me. For all your bluster about The Light, you know your place is here. You are happiest here. Serving. Taking my instruction. Begging for my cock.”

“Yes,” Harry whimpers. 

“Say it.” 

“Yes,” Harry cries and Lucius releases his grip. Harry’s head falls, hiding in the crook of Lucius' neck, all the while rutting into his bare thigh, his cock slipping between his sweat slicked body and Lucius’s own taunting length. “You were right.” 

“I always am.” Lucius smiles. “And come Monday morning, you will sign the motion on your desk and give my bill your full support.”

The promise sticks in his throat. Hermione will hate him for it. Hell, even Draco will hate him for it. But he can’t live like this, not with the ache in his cock or the torment of Lucius’s disappointment. 

“Yes,” Harry whispers, hating himself as the promise binds to his magic. “I will.” 

“Good boy.” Lucius kisses him hard. It tastes like forgiveness. “To whom do you belong?”

“You, my lord.”

“Whom do you serve?”

“You, my lord.”

“My loyal boy,” Lucius croons gently. “I will teach you to be a proper wizard.”