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Hadrian circles the scene before him, admiring the sight from every angle with coiling lust like a lazy serpent winding in his belly. The two bodies squirm minutely but are otherwise still and obedient, awaiting his command, to bend to his whims as they are meant to do.
Bound by dark blue silken ribbons that are as strong as ropes and slither and shift according to his desires, Lucius and Draco lie folded up and torso-to-torso, warming each other's cocks in their mouths, Draco on bottom on his back while Lucius sprawls on top, facedown. It's a special sort of sin to command and watch the twin brothers like this, gorgeous and flushed in their incestuous carnal performance. Legs folded and spread to make room for either of them to rest between, bound calf to thigh to keep them from closing or straightening them out.
They are on a padded sort of platform that is just below the height of Hadrian's waist. It isn't very wide, only a few inches on either side of their bodies. Wiggling too much could result in both of them falling to the floor.
Hadrian had decided to leave their hair hanging loose, the cascades of platinum blond rippling artfully around their equally pale bodies, flawless even with the pink flushing their cheeks, necks, and chests. Lucius' wrists are bound behind his back, and Draco's wrists are bound to Lucius' trim waist, by the winding lengths of blue ribbons. More loop around their necks to make sure that they can't lift their heads away, secured in the positions they are in until Hadrian decides otherwise. Plush lips, glossy with drool, reddened and swollen from use, stretch wide around the pillars of flesh sprouting from their groins. Jeweled plugs sit nestled between fat asscheeks, spreading their rectums open while offering something pretty to look at.
Hadrian's own cock pulses with arousal, coming to a stop at Lucius' head. He crouches down so his eyes are on level with is pretty little toy's, he allows the older twin to see the burning lust and desire in his unfathomable emerald gaze. Lucius shudders, and his breath wheezes from him briefly, but he flutters pale lashes and obediently retains his position. A small sound escapes him, like a kitten mewling, when Hadrian leaves him with a gentle caress through the silk curtain of his hair.
Draco is just as submissive when Hadrian slinks his way around to stare down into his face, obscured by his brother's pelvis. Listlessly, his wrists twist in their bonds without a true attempt to escape—more a fit of nerves than anything. His hair is shorter but no less luxurious, spilling across the charcoal gray of the leather cushion that makes up the top of the platform he'd placed his lovely playthings on.
For all that they are twins and look incredibly alike, Lucius and Draco are fraternal twins and therefore had significant differences. They had all the typical characteristics of the Malfoy men—pale skin, pale eyes, pale hair. Draco has silvery grey eyes, while Lucius' eyes have shocks of blue through them. Draco has a small upturn to his nose, barely noticeable except when closely compared to his sibling, and a softer curve to the end of his chin, and Lucius' nose is a touch longer and chin pointier. Hadrian had been delighted to discover that Draco has a smattering of freckles that are almost precisely the pattern of the constellation whose name he bears over his right hip, whereas Lucius has a single mole on the inside of his left thigh. Draco is two inches shorter than his brother, his hair ending just below his shoulders while Lucius' cascades all the way down his back, but they are both lean and toned and equally powerful by themselves. The magic of twin Wix often doubles when they work in tandem, and the Malfoy twins, despite not being born of the same egg, are no different.
They are both exquisite, in strength, beauty, and loyalty, and when his father, the Dark Lord Voldemort and Tom Riddle only to his son and most trusted follower, asked who he wanted for his own inner circle, or simply as a reward for helping him successfully take over the British Ministry for Magic, he hadn't hesitated a moment in choosing both Malfoy twins.
Abraxas was upset, of course, that he lost the leverage of marrying off his sons to powerful families, but Hadrian oh-so-helpfully pointed out that he was still young enough that he could have another son, as long as he chose a different woman to bear them. The Malfoy curse of one child per generation had the loophole of stipulating per partner, and the curse on Mrs. Malfoy that dictated a highly fertile womb regardless of birth twins rather than just one son that has occurred for eight Malfoy generations.
Hadrian thinks that if he's feeling generous some time down the road, maybe he'll produce an heir with one of his lovely Malfoys that can carry on the Malfoy lineage. He wouldn't want such a prestigious lineage to die out, after all.
A thought for a much later time.
Hadrian traces along Draco's face, absorbing the sensation of his cheeks suctioning around Lucius' cock, the drool slick across his skin as it drips down from his lips.
Walking past again, his hand smooths up over the curve of Lucius' ass, the dip of his lower back, and along his spine until it reaches Draco's upraised knee, at which point the palm continues down the slope of shin down to ankle. Fingertips teasingly skate along the blond's ticklish sole, and then he plops down into his comfortable chair in front of Lucius again. Designed like an armchair but with small, discreet wheels at the bottom, he effortlessly scoots closer for the best angle, watching his lovely dolls continue their performances.
“What lovely dolls I have,” he murmurs, voice smooth and low in that way that makes them shiver every time. They are so responsive, to his voice, magic, and the sheer influence of his presence alike. “Do you like the taste of your twin on your tongue?”
Lucius' lashes flutter, blue eyes shooting to him quickly before lowering again, focusing on his task subserviently. On either side of him, Draco's legs tremble minutely, and a soft muffled noise floats up from him.
“Yes, salaciously sinful boys,” Hadrian continues, satisfied. “So pretty and perfect. I bet you have had desires for your brother that you never intended to act on, hidden deep and dark in your souls, until I came along. What fortune for you to be owned by a master, a Lord, who delights in subjugating you to your most hidden sins.”
He laughs and reaches under Draco to grasp his ass, molding the flesh in his hands. He uses the grip to thrust his hips, fucking Lucius' mouth and throat with Draco's cock. Draco whimpers, muffled as he is with the flesh plugging his lips, and Lucius, unprepared for the sudden movement, gags briefly before adjusting to accommodate for the change.
“Fuck your brother's mouth like I'm fucking yours, Lucius,” Hadrian commands, hungry for the sight, for the performance, the obedience. His cock twitches, all but forgotten.
A shudder ripples through the older twin's body, delicious and exquisite. His breath shifts for a moment, and then his hips begin moving, shaking at first from the change of remaining still for nearly an hour by this point to moving. The ribbons shift to accommodate without releasing them, sliding with soft sounds across flawless skin. Draco remains passive, allowing Hadrian to move him how he pleases and squeaking and gurgling when that includes mischievous fingers pinching his plump flesh or twisting the plug nestled in his hole.
Finally, after long minutes, and after having sustained their performance for their Lord for over an hour, perhaps for almost two hours now, both Malfoys shudder and go limp as they orgasm into each other. Shaking and weak, held in place by the ribbons as they are, they have no other choice except to drink down their brother's release down until both of them are spent, dry and soft in each other's mouths.
Hadrian sits back, hands in his lap as he observes them. Slumped and tired, veritable puddles of sated flesh, their eyes flutter closed, breaths slowly evening out as their shivering bodies calm. There is a soft glow around them, the presence of magic emanating from their bodies that only adds to the beauty of the scene before him.
An almost negligent thought has the ribbons loosening and shifting to release them from their positions. They remain coiled around pale limbs, like decorations, not quite like shibari. Taking the silent permission for what it is, the twins carefully straighten their limbs and maneuver so they are more comfortable, and once they have enough coordination and brain function back, they rub at each other and test blood circulation, reverent and considerate of each other.
Their mouths stay sealed around their cocks.
Yes, perfect obedient boys. Lovely slaves to his every whim.
“Pop off and come to me, my lovelies,” Hadrian entreats, leaning back in his cushioned chair. His own magic slithers his clothes from his body, bearing his suntanned skin, toned muscles, and throbbing cock to the air.
The twins detach and roll as gracefully as they can to the floor, and they crawl across the hardwood to kneel between their master's spread thighs. Side-by-side, arms and thighs brushing, they kneel with their hands in their laps, pale eyes locked on his face without making direct contact without his permission. When his palms rise to cup their cheeks, they lean into the touch, nuzzling like attention-seeking puppies.
Cupping their chins, Hadrian tugs them forward and sets their lips to either side of his cock that has gone ignored thus far. Their eyes flash to each other briefly, then their faces tilt so they can still gaze up at him while they press soft kisses to his hot, sensitive flesh, hard like velvet-wrapped steel. Switching from chins to burying his fingers in thick, platinum-blond tresses, Hadrian leans back. Eyelids dropping lazily, he watches with burning emerald lust as they alternate between soft kisses and kitten licks to the spongy head of his throbbing manhood, hands to themselves, torso leaning forward while their lower bodies stay in place.
Draco makes a soft squeak when the first drop of precum hits his tongue, and his skin pinkens as a haze of pleasure crosses his silver eyes. Lucius hums in reply and makes sure to swipe his tongue so he catches the next drop. A chuckle ripples from Hadrian's throat at the tiny little competition, and his fingers twist in their hair, tugging their scalps for just a tiny bit of sting.
Two pairs of pale eyes gazing up at him, Hadrian moves their owners to where he wants them yet again. Spearing Lucius' mouth with half of his throbbing phallus, the other head is pushed down until Draco's soft lips wrap around his testicles; his cheeks pudge out from their round heftiness. Lucius tilts himself a bit to allow a better view of his brother, aware by this point that Hadrian prefers the entire view as unobstructed as possible.
He doesn't require a lot of work from them, and they know it. They suckle and present themselves in the most flattering angles, perfect models keeping as much as they can of their sensual bodies on display. Lashes flutter, skin flushing, tongues swirling and dancing around his flesh in almost lazy patterns, ghosting in tiny touches against each other fleetingly, until their Lord indicates that he wants more or less from them.
Meanwhile, Hadrian strokes his fingers through their hair, down around their necks and shoulders. He palms their throats, a heavy presence that could choke the life from them if he wanted, but of course he has not inclination to do so. His cock throbs and leaks precum across Lucius' tastebuds, and his balls twitch and jump in Draco's soft, wet mouth, cradled by his tongue and cheeks. Both of them are well-trained by now and carefully guard their teeth from his sensitive bits.
He guides them how he pleases, turning their heads for new angles just to watch them. Luxuriating in the feel of plush lips and slick tongues, devouring the sight of the pink flushing across flawless alabaster skin. Poised and subservient even in such acts of utter debauchery, what little noises they make quiet and pitched perfectly to further please him, hands in their laps unless he issues a command.
A haze of pleasure has come across their eyes; they remain attentive even as they sink into a headspace of lust and obedience.
If not for the charm he uses to prolong his pleasure and prevent premature orgasm, it would be a wonder that he hadn't come already from the sights and sounds alone.
At the first sign of the tightening of his loins, Hadrian lifts the twins from their tasks. Draco whines in protest but doesn't resist, relinquishing his mouthful and rising to his feet with this brother. Hadrian stands as well. A hand on a cheek each, he pulls them in for a sloppy, hot three-way kiss, eyes half-lidded so he can still watch them. Lips press and cling, tongues exiting their mouths to lick and swirl in an obscene display.
His hands drop from their faces to coil around their waists. Fingers caress and press, and they tilt themselves to press closer to his broad chest, their own hands lifting to dance patters over his skin. They know how to play his senses like fiddles, strumming the most pleasure in little time. A rumbling sound rolls up out of his chest, and he herds them backwards back to the padded bench that has widened with a whisper of his thoughts.
This time, after breaking their kiss, he makes Lucius lie on his back hips at the edge of the platform, legs spread and knees pressed up toward his chest. He has Draco straddle him, and they both cry out as their cocks caress and rub along each other in this position. He presses their mouths together so they naturally sink into snogging, and the ease with which they do only lends to proving his theory true that they had desired each other long before he came into their sex lives. They kiss as if they have done it for years and not for the short months they have been serving him.
Hadrian takes his place at their ass ends. He removes the plugs, tucking them between their bellies for safekeeping—they know not to let them fall or roll away without him telling them—and watches as the lube drips out of their bodies, their holes fluttering and clenching at the sudden emptiness that assails them. They whine and whimper, desperate to be full again, but they hold still in the positions they'd been placed.
Because he can, Hadrian presses two fingers of each hand into their holds, stroking their insides and testing the give of the stretched rims. Their legs quiver, toes curling, and their internal muscles clamp down on the digits greedily. He croons wordlessly with praise, and Draco's back arches like the wanton whore he is.
Using the excess lube that coats his fingers and that he has swiped up from where it has escaped, glistening on Draco's and Lucius' soft-skinned balls, Hadrian slicks up his cock and positions himself. With minimal effort, he slides into Draco, and the younger twin breaks their kiss in order to cry out, back dipping and ass pushing back into the press of Hadrian's large phallus. The plush curves of his round bottom snug perfectly into the cradle of Hadrian's pelvis.
Hands grasping Draco's waist, Hadrian begins a sustainable pace, head thrown back in pleasure as Draco's insides cling and massage around him, hot and slick and molded perfectly to his shape. It would be so easy to lose himself to the motions, to the heat, the grip, and to the chorus of pleasured cries from his lovers below, as he has done many times before.
Broad palms smooth over Draco's elegant back, tracing the subtle knobs of his vertebrae and the ghosting of his ribs along his sides. The caresses seem to ignite further passion in the blond below, who tosses his hair just for the show of it, because he knows how much Hadrian loves the twins' silvery tresses, the cascades and shimmers of it, the silken texture. He drops his hands to Lucius' legs, testing the tone and strength, caressing the sensitive insides of his thighs and the creases of his knees. The muscles jump and twitch, goosebumps rippling across his skin as Lucius shivers. Hadrian can see the subtle movement of Lucius' hips as he grinds up against Draco's body, their cocks rubbing against each other.
After ten or so thrusts, however, Hadrian pulls out, smug at the quiet wail of denial the action wrenches from Draco's lips. Without wasting a breath, the darker wizard drops his pelvis a couple inches, taps Lucius' waiting hole, and presses in deep and swift. Lucius' moan is close to a trill, and his legs tighten around where they clasp Draco's trim waist, toes curling.
Their kissing resumes, mostly due to Draco's needy insistence on Lucius' attention if he isn't getting plowed, and Hadrian fucks Lucius with fervor, a little harder than he had Draco moments ago. Lucius' hands come around to grasp and squeeze Draco's plump ass, fingers digging in and spreading the cheeks to bare his hole to Hadrian's burning gaze, as he bears the rigorous pounding with grunts and moans muffled by Draco's greedy lips.
He sets a pattern. Every eight to ten thrusts, Hadrian pulls out and switches holes, varying in roughness and speed, sometimes plugging the one he has just vacated with his fingers and pumping them rapidly, tormenting his pretty little blond toys while they writhe and moan, pressed up against each other and desperate for relief and for their Lord's seed to fill them. They know the same tricks, and they deploy them with reckless passion, doing all they can to bring him to completion, eyes turn to watch him over Draco's flushed shoulder and expressions melted to entice and stimulate his ocular senses when they aren't kissing and tonguefucking each other.
Unfortunately, and fortunately at the same time, for them, Hadrian can maintain this rhythm, pace, and course of action for hours if he wants, driving them mad with pleasure and draining them of their energy and their ability to speak mercilessly. One such time had lasted six hours, and the poor blonds had needed a day after to recover, exhausted and sore, barely able to move enough to go to the loo.
As luck would have it, this time Hadrian has decided that he wants his orgasm sooner rather than later.
His loins are tight and quivering. Heat washes through him, a roaring in his ears. His orgasm had been held back for two, three hours now, and his magic has been poised the entire time to do his bidding. His muscles tighten, and he knows he has mere moments before he his overtaken. He could hold back if he wanted, drag it out and edge himself, but why would he?
Buried inside Draco, he reaches between them to snatch up one of the plugs and push it back into Lucius. As soon as it snugs home, he releases his tightly held control and allows his climax to roar over him, snatching his breath and his sight from him in colorful fireworks. The charm on the plug activates, and as he floods Draco's insides with his essence, magic simulates the same and fills Lucius' bowels with a duplication of Hadrian's seed as if Lucius is the one with the real cock ejaculating inside him.
Both brothers scream and come together, arching their backs and messing between their bellies. They drop limp while their limbs twitch and shudder, mouths open around their moans and gasping breaths. Hadrian's vision whites out and swirls with exploding stars. Draco's walls clamp down on him, spasming, milking him for all he is worth. His muscles lock, his knees quake.
At the end, Hadrian collapses forward, draping himself over Draco's back. The action squishes the smaller twin down over Lucius, who squeaks, then grunts, at the combined weight bearing down on him. He knows it must be unpleasant with those legs spread and up the way they are, and the plug still between them digging painfully into their bellies, but there isn't much care in Hadrian's buzzing brain at the moment. Even so, Lucius frees his hands from between Hadrian's pelvis and Draco's ass to reach around and cling to his Lord's sweaty back.
Orgasms with these two were always intense, the best he'd ever had. No past lovers have ever come close to comparing to what the twins elicit. Hadrian has no intentions over ever relinquishing his hold on the Malfoy brothers.
When he can feel his legs again beyond sizzling tingles along his nerve-endings, Hadrian dredges up some modicum of strength and straightens up. He carefully extricates himself from Draco's weakly clasping hole, and quickly replaces the plug to hold the spunk that wants to leak from him where it belongs. He gives Draco's reddened ass a mocking little pat and steps back, rounding the padded platform to stand at their heads. He had to use his hand braced on the platform to the manage it, and now he leans his legs against it for support, still deliciously unsteady after such a satisfying climax.
Tired as they are, sated as they are, the twins still respond to the silent command, leaning over. Their exhausted tongues and lips do their best to lick and suck his softened, dripping cock and balls clean of all fluids. In return, he combs his fingers through their silken curtains of hair and rubs their backs and shoulders, whispering soft words of praise. They are dutiful in their task, no thoughts as to where the massive shaft had just been, leaving not a single centimeter untended, until Hadrian's cock is completely cleaned.
Shakily, at gentle insistence, Draco lifts up and slides off the platform, giving Lucius respite from his weight. He leans against the platform for balance, his own knees weak after two powerful orgasms. Lucius lowers his legs slowly and carefully, stretching a bit after being constrained in one position for an extended period. Then he rolls to his side and drops to stand on his feet as well. He sways briefly. Both of them sidle over to Hadrian's sides, and they snuggle under his arms when he lifts them to allow them closer. Their own arms coil around him, clinging reverently.
Gathering his magic around the three of them, Hadrian Apparates them all to his personal bedroom where the House Elves have prepared a bath and left it under charms to keep it hot and swirling with herbs. Dispelling the magical ribbon from around the twins' bodies, he urges them down into the large sunken tub before following after them and sinking down into the water between them.
Settling in for relaxation for the rest of the evening, the three of them bask in the water and lazily trade a thousand or more kisses and a thousand touches.