Lucius had forgotten Draco was staying with Merlin this weekend. He felt a momentary pang of guilt, but then Merlin's camera was on and he was touching himself and putting on a show for him. Lucius smirked and then switched his microphone on, but just his mic, rubbing himself through his trousers.
"Good boy," he murmured. "I suppose, if you have company, I'll have to keep my voice down. I'll tell you what you're going to do for me. You're going to take your hand off your cock and finger yourself open. I don't want you to touch yourself anywhere I don't tell you to touch. Do you understand?"
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