Dobby had had a rough night and he was ready to relax and unwind. The cleaning of Malfoy manor was finally complete and the house elf was just about to settle down in his small corner of the cellar for another sleepless night when the servant's bell rang for the library. He scrambled up quickly and scurried to the main floor of the house. Peeking around the door to the library he saw Lucias Malfoy standing facing the fireplace, his sinuous body tense.
"You called, master?" Dobby murmured, bowing low.
"Yes, elf, bring me a bottle of firewhiskey, the finest one in store."
"Right away master." Dobby replied and scampered to the locked cabinet containing the Malfoy family booze. Returning to the library Dobby set the tray down and poured a generous amount into the glass tumbler, he could always tell when his master needed a large helping.
"Thank you," Lucias said, then looked surprised at himself, he never thanked the servants.
Dobby was surprised too and for a moment he didn't know what to say, so he bowed again and turned to leave, but something stopped him. Lucias looked so downcast and a strange feeling of sympathy had come over the elf. "Are you well master?" he asked timidly, scared to death that Lucias would punish him for speaking out of turn, but the long haired man sighed.
"No, I had a very hard day at work, the minister has not been quite so compliant lately."
"I'm very sorry, master," Dobby replied. Lucias sank onto the velvet sofa and the elf instinctively took a step forward. The eldest Malfoy looked so tense that Dobby acted without thinking and hopped up onto the back of the sofa, then tentatively started massaging Lucia's shoulders. The master of the manor groaned slightly and Dobby shivered at the sound, it was throaty and... arousing. He dug his little hands deeper, wanting to coax that noise out again. Lucias shuddered and leaned into the touch, his hands clenched in the fabric of the couch.
"Yes, right there," he growled and Dobby threw caution to the wind, he wanted it, he needed it, he was going to take it. He grabbed a handful of Lucias's perfect blond hair and yanked his head back, pressing their lips together. It was rough and forceful and Lucias tasted of liquor and sweat. Lucias kissed him back, the lust evident in his rasping moans against Dobby's mouth.
"I'm your master now," Dobby growled.
"Yes master." Lucias gasped as Dobby ripped Malfoy's shirt off, dragging his long nose across the pale skinned chest. He fumbled with the black leather belt and finally Lucias got tired of waiting. "I need it now," he groaned, magicing his pants off. Dobby put a finger over the other man's lip,
"you'll get it when I give it to you."
"Please,"
"Yes, beg for it"
"Please master," Lucias was panting now, rock hard under his underwear. Dobby gave in, sliding off the last garments of Lucia's clothes and taking his throbbing cock. Lucias gasped as Dobby began stroking. "More, please," Dobby bent his head, ready to take the other man in his mouth, but his house elf nose got in the way, no worry, there was a solution.
"On your knees," Dobby commanded and Lucias obediently slid off the couch. Dobby knelt behind him and traced his nose down Malfoy's back, "you'll have to deal with your dick, I'll handle the rest." Lucias obayed, touching himself and moaning gently. Dobby had made his way down to Malfoy's ass and was finally able to do what Dobby did best, nose fuck. He leaned his face in and slid his nose into the pale crack. Lucias gasped and rubbed his cock harder as Dobby began to plunge his face in and out.
"Harder, I beg you," Lucias said, panting. Dobby forced his nose in two more times.
"Cum for me, now," he ordered, and, stiffly his scream, Lucias did.
