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The realization came to him in the aftermath of their coupling. Tom stood in his customary spot in the hidden passageway between his room and theirs, his eyes pressed to the concealed hole that gave him a perfect view of their bed. On the other side of the wall, the Malfoys’ were recovering.
Hermione was sprawled across the rumpled silk sheets, naked as her chest heaved. Draco lay beside her, one pale arm thrown over his eyes, his breathing just as ragged. They’d just had sex, a scent Tom inhaled through his place in the wall greedily.
Tom’s own hand was still wrapped around his spent cock, his release cooling on his fingers. He should feel satisfied, he always did afterwards. They were his private theatre, his living pornography that he’d never get tired of coming to.
Tonight, however, that satisfaction hadn’t come. He watched Draco roll onto his side, reaching out to trail a lazy hand down Hermione’s stomach, pausing there. His fingers traced circles around her navel, and he grinned to himself satisfied.
Then his hand had drifted lower, petting the soft curls at the apex of her thighs, wet with his spend. Hermione made a sleepy, contented sound and shifted closer to him, snuggling inward. Tom felt his cock twitch, and a new hunger started to take root within him.
He realized he’d wanted to see that stomach swell. He wanted to watch Draco’s cock sink into his wife night after night, filling her with his seed, and know, know, that somewhere deep inside her it was taking root. He wanted to stand here, in the dark, stroking himself in time with their fucking, and watch Draco plant his child inside her.
The image rocked him, causing his cock to stand at attention again. He started to pump himself, biting the inside of his cheek as he did so. He pictured the Mudblood he’d gifted to Draco on her hands and knees, Draco behind her driving into her with desperate, frantic thrusts. Draco’s grey eyes, the ones Tom secretly loved, wouldn’t be fixated on his wife however.
They would be fixated on him.
Draco would hold Tom’s gaze as he came, his body shuddering as his head tilted back. His cock would pulse his release, spilling deep into Hermione’s fertile body to drip down her thighs when he finally pulled out. He wanted it, and he would have it.
The opportunity presented itself three days later. Tom existed only in the confines of their bedroom. Now, in the drawing room of the Manor, he was the Dark Lord, the master of them all. With a salacious grin, he summoned Draco Malfoy. The young Malfoy Heir came immediately, of course. He stood before Tom with his head bowed, the perfect picture of deference. Tom didn’t bother with pleasantries.
“I have a task for you, Draco,” he said, his voice a soothing tenor. “A task of utmost importance, you see.”
Draco swallowed nervously, but nodded.
“Anything, my Lord.”
Tom stood and circled the younger man slowly, drinking in the line of his shoulders, the curve of his ass in those tailored pants, and the sharp lines of his jaw. He’d watched that ass flex and clench a thousand times as Draco fucked his wife.
He knew exactly what it looked like when it was flushed with exertion, and when Draco’s hips stuttered and he buried himself deep. Tom itched to reach out and grab the boys jaw, pushing him to his knees as he stuck his own cock between those pouty pink lips.
“You and your wife have been married for some time now,” Tom continued, pausing behind Draco.
He could smell the boy’s cologne, mixed with his wife’s scent.
“Perhaps, it is time to produce an heir. Your dearly departed parents would be happy to hear their only son has reproduced with a Mudblood.”
Draco’s shoulders tensed.
“My Lord, we haven’t been, that is, Hermione has been focused on her work, and-”
Tom shook his head, tsking.
“I don’t recall asking for excuses, Draco.”
Tom’s voice was serious, leaving no room for argument. He moved back into Draco’s line of sight, watching the young mans face as he closed the distance between them. It would be so easy, Tom thought, to turn the Malfoy around and pull him flush against his aching arousal while his hand slipped beneath the waistband of those pants. How great would it be, for his cock to slot between them? Tom bit back a moan.
“The Malfoy line must continue, Draco. You will produce an heir.”
Draco’s eyes widened slightly in disbelief. Tom smirked, for there was no way Draco would defy him.
“Is there any other issues? Perhaps, if you’re unable to impregnate the young Mudblood, I should take it upon myself to carry out the task?”
Draco sputtered, shaking his head.
“No…no need, my Lord. Of course we will…we will try immediately.”
Tom smiled. It was not a pleasant expression, however. It was sick and twisted with satisfaction.
“This is a direct command.” He stepped closer, close enough to see the rapid pulse beating in Draco’s throat.
They were roughly the same height, though Tom was a hairs breath taller. Gods, Tom wanted to watch Draco choke on his cock so bad.
“I’ll be watching closely. In fact, I’m going to make sure it sticks. I want to know the moment your wife conceives, and I want to know how many times you must fuck her to make it happen.”
The color drained from Draco’s face, then rushed back in a hot flush. His pupils dilated though he’d quickly hid it. Tom saw it all, however, and he knew. He knew in that moment that Draco knew about the hole in the wall.
Draco knew.
“You…you want to watch us?”
Tom didn’t bother to deny it, raising an eyebrow in a dare to challenge him.
“I do.”
Tom could practically see the thoughts racing behind Draco’s grey eyes, shock at so readily admitting to what they both already knew, then embarrassment at the fact, and a want that made the flush on his cheeks deepen and his cock twitch visibly against his thigh.
Tom’s smile widened. Tom brought his hand up, trailing his fingers along Draco’s jaw. He caught his chin between his index and forefingers. Tom brushed his lips softly against Draco’s.
“Does that bother you, Draco?”
Draco’s answer was barely a whisper.
“No, my Lord.”
“No,” Tom repeated, savoring the word. “I didn’t think it would.”
He pressed his hips into Draco’s, unable to help himself. Draco shivered but didn’t pull away, biting his bottom lip as he did so.
“Go to your wife,” Tom murmured, kissing Draco on the lips before pulling away. “Fuck her, fill her, and get her pregnant. Fill her as many times as it takes, until it sticks.”
Draco leaned into Tom’s touch subconsciously at his words, causing Tom’s cock to twitch further as their erections met through their pants.
“When you fuck you little wife, Draco, know that I’m watching. I’m going to watch you fuck your wife, and when you come…” He leaned in close, his lips brushing the shell of Draco’s ear as his hand cupped the front of his pants. “I want you to look at me.”
That night, Tom took his place in the passageway earlier than usual. His cock was already hard, straining against his pants as he pressed his eyes to the hole. As he expected, in the center of the bed were the Malfoys'.
They were already tangled together, Hermione on her back with her legs wrapped around Draco’s waist, and her arms around his neck. They were kissing, desperate kisses that were the result of the days sexual tension finally breaking. Draco’s hand was fisted in her curls, tilting her head back as he devoured her mouth.
Tom’s hand moved to his cock, freeing it from his pants. He began to stroke slowly, watching Draco as he worked his wife up. Draco broke the kiss and raised himself up on his elbows, looking down at his wife who was dripping and waiting for him.
“Hermione, I need to tell you something.”
She blinked up at him, her brown eyes filled with arousal and confusion.
“What is it, Draco?”
Draco’s gaze turned minutely toward the wall, and toward the hidden hole within it. Tom met his eyes and smirked, knowing Draco knew he was there. He looked back at his wife, and smiled.
“I’ve received a task from the Dark Lord, love. He wants us to produce an heir, what do you think?”
He brought his head between her thighs before she could reply, licking into her dripping cunt. Her back arched as she moaned in response, pulling him closer to her with her hands in his hair. Draco played and pleasured his wife, licking and sucking her without abandon, knowing Tom was watching the entire time as his head moved with each lick to his wife.
Tom watched Draco’s head move between his wife’s thighs as he pumped himself with firm strokes, up and down, twisting his wrist around his head as he spread his own precum over his tip. It wasn’t long before Hermione came with a shuddering cry, music to both their ears.
“Turn around love, and get on your hands and knees.”
Draco didn’t wait for her response as he moved, positioning her towards the opposite end of the bed, away from the pillows so he could look directly at Tom. He lowered his head and captured her mouth again, admiring her pert, round ass as her cheek met the sheets.
He rubbed his hard cock against her slick entrance, entering her with one thrust, his pretty little wife taking him so well. His hips began to move, rocking into her without abandon, immediately groaning as his hands came to grab her waist, slamming her down onto his cock with his head thrown back and eyes closed.
Tom’s hand sped up on his cock as he now had a full on view of Draco. Tom fought his own release, his own moan escaping him as Draco fucked her like he meant it. His thrusts were deep and wild, each one seating himself fully inside her before pulling back and doing it again, accompanied by the slap of skin on skin.
Hermione’s moans filled the room, her nails digging into the sheets as Draco fucked her from behind. Her full tits brushed against the bed with each thrust, stimulating her nipples in tandem.
“Fuck...Hermione, you take me so well...your perfect little cunt is mine.”
Draco’s voice was heady with pleasure. To Tom, it was heaven.
“Draco,” she gasped. “Gods, yes, like that-”
Draco increased his pace, the sound of their bodies slapping together mingling with their moans. Hermione lifted her ass into the air further, giving him deeper and better access. Draco’s eyes, however, were not focused on the witch in front of him.
Those alluring grey eyes lifted. He looked directly at the wall, right at the hidden hole. Draco’s lips curved into a smirk. Without breaking eye contact with the wall, he continued to fuck his wife in earnest.
He pounded into her, hard and fast, each thrust driving a cry from Hermione’s throat. His gaze never wavered from the spot where Tom stood hidden, however. He fucked her for Tom. He fucked her to show Tom he could be a good boy.
His rhythm was punishing, relentless, and his face could do nothing but showcase the pleasure he felt as his wife gripped his cock so tightly.
“Yes, yes, oh gods Draco don’t stop-”
Hermione’s voice rose to a scream. She came hard, her inner walls clamping down on Draco’s cock with each shudder. Draco didn’t stop, however. He kept fucking her through her orgasm, his eyes still locked on the wall where Tom stood on the other side.
“Look at me,” Tom breathed into the darkness, his hand flying on his cock now. “Look at me when you come, Draco.”
As if he’d heard, Draco’s hips stuttered. His rhythm faltered and his mouth opened in a silent groan as he threw his head back. He came. He came with his eyes fixed on Tom, his body shuddering. His cock pulsed and emptied deep inside his wife.
His spend spilled from her, dripping down her thighs onto the sheets below, just as Tom had imagined. Tom came too, his release spilling over his hand, eyes closed as he imagined it ending up in Draco’s mouth instead. He was too lost in the sight of Draco, still holding his gaze, still connected to his wife.
Draco collapsed onto Hermione, burying his face in her neck. Before he did, however, he gave the wall one last look. He sent Tom another knowing smirk. Tom, still panting, smiled back into the darkness.
Draco and his Mudblood were his. They were his, and they would always be his. Tom zipped his pants and cleaned himself up. Draco had done well. Perhaps, he deserved a reward of his own. Tom’s cock twitched in anticipation of the possibilities.