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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Draco_Malfoy/Lucius_Malfoy
  Character:
      Draco_Malfoy, Lucius_Malfoy
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, Hurt/Comfort
  Stats:
      Published: 2004-06-01 Completed: 2004-06-14 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 10718
****** Malfoy Dreams ******
by SerenityXStar
Summary
     A young Draco leaves his room to visit his father in the middle of
     the night in an attempt to solve a 'problem'.
Notes
     Another old story. I didn't write many in the Harry Potter fandom,
     but this was the longest. I thought it was cute, but beware: It most
     definitely has incest and sexual themes with a minor. Everything is
     consensual, but if it bothers you, please pass it by.
     That being said, please enjoy and I welcome comments!
***** Malfoy Dreams *****
Lucius Malfoy. Head of the Malfoy house, pureblood, loyal Death Eater to the
Dark Lord. Most might argue that he had everything. Money, influence, power and
even family. The blonde man scoffed at the idea, as he lay in his oversized bed
alone, looking around his huge bedroom. He didn't feel rich or influential, nor
did he currently feel very powerful. He felt rather lonely.
Narcissa was off on another one of her trips. She didn't even tell her husband
where she was going anymore before flitting off, simply announcing that she'd
be gone for a few weeks. She hardly ever graced Lucius with her presence. In
her opinion, there was no longer any need for her to share Lucius' bed. They
had an heir after all...
Draco. The boy was Lucius' world. His only joy. Of course he loved serving his
master, but there had been no word from him in years... And the months before
his disappearance, he'd seemed to be slipping away from genius, drifting closer
to madness.
And so Lucius had only Draco. His only real family. And Merlin did he love the
little boy... So small and delicate, snowy skin, fair despite loving the
outdoors. His blonde hair and icy blue eyes, so similar to Lucius' own. Perhaps
he loved the boy a bit too much. More than a father safely should. But he'd do
anything necessary to ensure Draco's future. He would see that his son became a
proper Malfoy.
And he'd never force the boy into anything. He couldn't bear to see him hurt in
any way. When Draco had been younger, he'd fallen from a broom that he'd been
speeding around on. Even though he was only five, he'd never screamed, just
picked himself up and calmly walked over to his distraught father to inform
him, with a faint sniffle, that he'd broken his arm.
Lucius thought he'd taken the news quite well. He'd panicked immediately of
course, suddenly unable to remember a simple bone-mending spell. After carrying
Draco very gingerly up to the house, he'd paced back and forth fretting,
checking on his son every few steps as he waited for the healer. Draco had
watched his father with wide eyes, mouth partially open. What had happened to
being a Malfoy and showing no reaction?
By the time the healer arrived, just minutes later, though Lucius would swear
that the man had taken at least a half-hour, the older Malfoy had practically
given himself a heart attack. The arm was mended without mishap and Lucius was
provided with a calming draught, which he accepted with shaky hands.
Afterwards, he'd spent at least an hour holding Draco in his lap, arms curled
tightly around the boy, mostly to assure himself that he was safe. Draco hadn't
complained of course. He loved affection from his father and since a Malfoy
wasn't supposed to show emotion or weakness, he rarely enjoyed such a
privilege.
A tentative knock shook Lucius from his thoughts. He frowned slightly, glancing
towards the glowing clock set next to his bed. Narcissa wasn't expected back
for at least another week and even when she did return, there would be no
reason for her to stop by his room. If a house elf dare disturb him...
"Enter."
The single word was cold, Lucius' voice low. There was another hesitation
before the large doors finally cracked open, a small pale form stepping in from
the dark hall. Lucius' expression softened instantly as he watched the boy
close the door, standing barely inside of the room, looking down at his bare
feet.
"Draco."
"Father." The boy looked up, hoping he wouldn't meet an angry glare. The last
thing he wanted was to upset his father. Even if Lucius disliked any harm
befalling his son, he had given out stern punishments before, and Draco
respected his father's authority. Seeing only calm curiosity, and perhaps a
barely concealed fondness, the little blonde offered a small smile before
dropping his eyes again. "May I sleep with you tonight?"
Luckily for Lucius, Draco had looked away; otherwise he would have seen his
father's mouth drop open. Surely some deity was being overly cruel. He'd been
absorbed in thoughts concerning his son and who should disturb them? Draco
hadn't sought out his company in the middle of the night for nearly two years,
ever since he'd ceased being afraid of the dark, or so the boy claimed.
At ten he was a well-mannered young boy, playful yet solemn and well able to
understand what was expected of him in public. And he'd be leaving in just a
year to attend school... The thought brought on a wave of sadness. He had
little time left to spend with his son before the majority of their time would
be spent separated.
That thought, and the fact that he could deny his son little made up his mind
quickly. Realizing his mouth was still hanging open, he snapped it shut before
answering the boy.
"Of course you may Draco. But why are you up at such an hour?"
A brilliant smile met the response and Draco moved quickly to his father's bed,
climbing up into the silk sheets, only to dive under them, settling in, to the
amusement of the older Malfoy. Only once he was curled up under the sheets,
snuggled to his father's side, did Draco answer the question.
"I had a dream."
"A dream? A nightmare? I thought you weren't scared of such things anymore
Draco."
The boy shook his head, tucking his face in against Lucius' shoulder, speaking
with a slightly muffled voice. "It wasn't a nightmare."
Lucius frowned slightly, curling his arms loosely around his burrowing son. It
seemed almost as if the boy was trying to become a part of the older man with
as close as he was pressing himself. "It wasn't a nightmare? Then... what
frightened you?"
Draco kept his face pressed close to his father, refusing to look up at him.
"I'm not frightened Father. It was just a dream... And I wanted to be with
you." Draco let a slight whine creep into his voice.
Despite his confusion, Lucius smiled at his son's antics. "You can always come
to me Draco. I enjoy spending time with you. But there must be a reason other
than you having had a dream to come here at such an early hour." Reaching a
hand down, he slipped his fingers under Draco's chin, lifting gently to meet
his gaze.
To Lucius' surprise, Draco blushed, though he met his father's gaze. "I had a
dream... And you were in it. So when I woke up, I felt like coming to see you,
even though it was early." Draco's eyes broke the contact, looking down towards
the bed, his chin still held by his father's fingers. He spoke again, his voice
soft, though able to be heard in the silence of the room. "And I ache Father."
Visions of Draco's broken arm once again flashed through his mind. With widened
eyes, Lucius looked down at Draco, trying to stay calm and not jump to
conclusions. If it were something serious Draco would have told him sooner.
"You ache? Where? How? It's not... serious is it?"
"I- don't think so. I think it's because of my dream." Draco blushed darker,
trying to bury his face against his father's shoulder once more, but stopped
moving as Lucius tightened his grip gently, keeping his face unhidden. "I...
Iachebetweenmylegs." The words were said quickly, in one exhalation, running
together as Draco squeezed his eyes closed, fearful of his father's response.
Lucius froze, simply staring at his son. His little boy was growing up, his
young body changing... How could he not have noticed? His body was maturing,
but he was still a boy, inexperienced, not sure how to handle such things as
random erections. He bit back a sigh. No man should have to face such
temptations. Someone must be looking down at him, laughing uproariously.
Not trusting himself, Lucius kept silent, trying to think of something to say.
He'd have to speak, or Draco would assume something was wrong. That such things
shouldn't happen. Drawing in a deep breath, the older Malfoy leaned in to press
a light kiss to his son's forehead, slowly loosening the grip on his chin.
"Draco... Look at me." Lucius waited as blue eyes slowly rose to meet his own,
holding a sense of confused fear. Offering his son a warm smile, he continued.
"It's nothing to worry about Draco. It's a normal part of growing up. It will
go away."
"Father, are you sure? It's... weird. How long will it take for it to go away?"
Draco pouted cutely, looking up at his father, snuggling, unconsciously
pressing his hips close.
Lucius grit his teeth, keeping his hands safely on his son's back. The boy had
no idea how hard he was making it for his father to deal with things as a
parent should, rather than pinning his slight for to the bed and groping the
life out of him. "Of course I'm sure. You'll get used to it. It's a fairly
normal part of a young man's life. And it can be gone in just a few minutes if
you ignore it..."
"But... I can't ignore it. It aches. Isn't there anything else that can be done
Father?" Draco nuzzled in against Lucius' neck, keeping himself plastered as
close as possible. He didn't want to ignore it. There must be some other
option. His dream...
As if reading his mind, Lucius spoke, trying to change the subject, even it if
was just for a moment. Draco's innocent seductiveness was going to be his
downfall. "What was your dream about anyway Draco?"
The younger Malfoy looked away, a decidedly guilty look showing on his young
face, his cheeks once again tinged with a blush. "Do I... have to tell you? I
don't want you to think less of me..."
"Draco, you're my son. There is very little that could make me think or feel
less about you. What did you dream that woke you and caused you to come here?"
Lucius cocked his head to one side, keeping a mildly curious expression on his
face, not wanting to frighten Draco any farther. He wanted his son to confide
in him, not fear his reaction more.
Glancing up once, Draco again pressed his face close to Lucius' neck, beginning
to speak, explaining his dream. "It was strange Father... I was left all alone.
There weren't even any house elves around. I was afraid, even though I knew I
shouldn't be... Then you were there, and you held me close and comforted me..."
Lucius could sense the small smile, even if he couldn't see it. The light
flutter of air moving over his skin as Draco spoke wasn't helping matters. And
neither did Draco's next words.
"You... touched me Father. You touched me and... I liked it. First over my
clothes. You rubbed over my chest... Then under them and down... Then I woke
up... and I ached." The smile had faded, a deep blush now coloring Draco's
face, the color covering his neck, disappearing under his pajama shirt.
Lucius let his eyes fall closed, unable to keep back a shiver. He couldn't hope
to win against his son... and for him to have such a dream... Tightening his
arms around the smaller form, the older Malfoy looked down at his son.
"Draco..."
"I'm sorry Father. But I didn't know how to make the ache go away... And in my
dream... you helped me... It felt good..." Draco tried to press his face
closer, shaking just a little, trying to keep from crying.
"Draco, you don't need to be sorry. I don't love you any less." Uncertain eyes
peeked up, looking at his father, blue meeting blue. "But why did you come here
Draco? Because you felt alone? Because you were confused?" Lucius needed to be
sure of why Draco had come to him before he went any farther. He would not deny
his son, but he also wouldn't take what wasn't offered.
Draco put on his best pout as he cuddled closer to his father, relief shining
in his eyes once he was sure Lucius meant his words. "I came Father, because I
wanted you to touch me. Like in my dream. To make the ache go away..."
Lucius bit his lower lip, trying to stifle a groan, only partially successful
in doing so. He had his own ache to worry about now... Which he desperately
resisted pressing against his son. Draco had come to him, seeking help, knowing
his father would make everything right again. Sliding his hands down to the
slender hips, the elder of the two leaned in, nuzzling over Draco's smooth
neck.
The younger, smaller Malfoy tipped his head back, giving his father better
access, submitting without thought. He shifted his hips slightly against his
father's hands, seeking greater contact. He knew there was more sensation to be
had... Impatient, as many children tended to be, Draco moved a small hand,
laying over one of his father's, tugging to move it.
Letting his hand be moved, Lucius glanced at his son without pausing in his
exploration of the neck under his lips. Lucius watched as Draco let his eyes
flutter closed, pressing his father's hand to his groin, letting his small
erection press up against the warmth, drawing a little shiver from both
Malfoys.
With his eyes closed, Draco couldn't see his father's eyes glaze over, losing
himself slowly to lust. The hand pressed to his moved under his own smaller
hand, rubbing gently, just as it had done in his dream, giving a small squeeze,
drawing a soft cry from Draco as he got his first real taste of pleasure.
"Oh Father..."
"Draco... You're so beautiful..." Lucius pulled back enough to look properly at
Draco's young face, moving both hands to slide his pajama pants down, pushing
his shirt off as an after thought. He let a hand caress over the smooth skin of
his son's chest, circling the rosy little nipples.
Draco arched up towards his father's hand, shivering as the large fingers
teased him, so like his dream... He let out a quiet moan, missing the shiver it
evoked in his father, already missing the hand that had been settled over his
little cock. "Please Father... Please touch me... I'll ache forever if you
don't..." The young blonde pushed his lower lip out in a pout.
With a chuckle, Lucius leaned in, replacing a hand with his lips, kissing and
nibbling at Draco's chest, dragging his tongue over one of the sensitive buds
of flesh, now peaked with arousal. "So impatient Draco... I like the look of
you, so hot and needy... Needy for me."
"Yes Father... I need you. Please..." He whimpered, squirming slightly, arching
and crying out when his father's hand was suddenly pressed against him again,
fingers gently but firmly curling around his cock, the hard three and a halfhes
hes twitching in the older Malfoy's hand. "Ooh... Daddy..."
Lucius shuddered violently, moving his hand over his son, stroking his young,
hairless cock quickly, knowing his son would likely not last long. He couldn't
help grinding his own hips down into the bed, moving his other hand to rub his
own cock, needing release. Draco hadn't called him daddy in such a long time...
Draco tingled. Ached and tingled... But he knew it would be over soon. An odd
type of pressure was building in his belly, resulting in him writhing under his
father's skilled touch, begging him for more, pressing up to grind himself
against the offered friction. Moving a hand up, he curled his fingers into his
father's silky hair, clinging to him as the other hand slid down, innocently
joining the larger hand stroking Lucius' cock.
Lucius nearly screamed, arching sharply towards the added touch of his son's
small hand rubbing tentatively alongside is own. Pressing his cheek to his
son's chest, he let his hips rock, groaning, finally losing himself, spilling
his seed over Draco's and his own hand, crying out. "Oh Draco... Draco! My
beautiful son... Merlin."
Draco didn't understand the sticky substance tat spilled over his hand, but he
could easily see that he father was enjoying it. Lucius stroked is son faster,
seeking to take the boy with him. It took only a few additional strokes before
Draco stiffened, his eyes snapping wide in shock as he lost himself to his
first climax. "F-father... Ooh... It feels... It- Daddy!" A small amount of
clear fluid wept from his cock, running over his father's hand.
Both Malfoys collapsed back onto the bed, exhausted and panting. Lucius opened
his eyes slowly, looking up at his son. The young face was flushed, hair in
disarray, his mouth still half open as he attempted to catch his breath.
Smiling softly, Lucius pressed a gentle kiss to Draco's lower lip. He wouldn't
feel guilty about what they'd just done. It had been too perfect.
Draco looked up at his father through half closed eyes, letting his fingers
slip from Lucius' hair. He stayed quiet as the older of the two cast a quick
cleaning spell, snuggling himself up against his father immediately after, his
voice barely a whisper when he spoke. "Thank you Father."
Curling his arms about his son, Lucius held him close, pulling the bed sheets
up over the two hem.hem. He smiled as Draco tucked his head under his chin,
letting his eyes close, sighing, feeling more comfortable and complete than he
had in years. "It was my pleasure. I love you Draco." Lucius began to slip into
sleep, the quiet words he heard just before drifting off drawing a smile.
"I love you too... Daddy." A small smile graced Draco's lips as well as he
followed his father into slumber.
***** Long Weekend *****
Chapter Summary
     Draco has a long weekend off from school. He's missed his father. And
     he plans to make up for it.
Chapter Notes
     Still underage and still incest! Still consensual too.
"I said no."
"But Father- "
"Draco, how many times do I have to tell you? I have work that needs to be
finished. Why don't you take a walk in the gardens? I'm sure you can find
something to entertain yourself." Lucius waved his hand dismissively, not even
looking up at his son. He had to finish the reports he was working on. The last
thing he needed was trouble at the Ministry.
Draco stared at his father for a moment. Go? Just leave and wander alone and
bored around the gardens? He got so little time to be home since he'd had to
start school. And now that he was actually able to spend a few days at home,
his father was busy?
The younger Malfoy pulled himself up to his full height, though it didn't even
come close to rivaling that of his father. He'd try once more... Surely his
father would see it his way and they'd finally be able to reconnect a bit.
"Father, your work can wait. I- "
With an exasperated glare and an annoyed sigh, Lucius interrupted his son, one
hand holding his quill, the other moving to rub over a temple, trying to stave
off a headache.
"Draco, I told you that I'm busy. What do you want?" The words came out a bit
harsher than he'd intended, but it was too late to take them back.
Draco blinked, eyes wide as his lower lip trembled, pushed out in a deep pout.
"I just wanted to spend some time with you Father, since I actually have time
away from school. But you're obviously too busy." With a soft sniffle and an
obviously hurt expression in his blue eyes, Draco slipped quickly from Lucius'
study.
 
~*~
 
Icy sapphire eyes watched as Draco all but ran from the room, robes trailing.
Lucius hadn't even taken the time to notice that his son was still in his
school robes. He must have headed right for the study after the portkey had
brought him back to the mansion.
Just so that he could come and see him... And he'd sent his son away. Feeling
suddenly guilty, he looked down at the reports spread across the large oak
desk, not really seeing them. All his mind could visualize was the hurt written
across his son's face as he'd left.
Suddenly the reports didn't seem to matter much anymore. He'd caused his Draco
pain. The very thing he'd vowed that he'd never do. Setting his quill into its
holder, Lucius stood quickly to follow his son. Draco was right. His work could
wait. He needed to spend time with his son, not sit at his desk wasting away in
front of piles of paperwork.
Taking the same steps Draco had just moments before, Lucius left the study,
fervently hoping Draco had indeed headed for the gardens, not hidden himself
away somewhere.
 
~*~
 
Draco walked quickly, not looking back, his young mind in chaos. Trying not to
let thoughts and fears overwhelm him, he let his feet take him where they
wished, not realizing where he was headed until he found himself standing
before an ornate fountain. Walking closer, he looked down at the little glowing
fish that swam lazily through the clear water, tears pricking at the corners of
his eyes.
He used to come here when he was younger. With his father. It was their secret.
A sparkling fountain buried within the garden. He used to love sitting on his
father's lap, resting next to the falling water, watching the little fish.
And now here he was, in their special place. Alone. Didn't his father love him?
He'd said that he did... Had called him perfect and beautiful... But that night
had been a long time ago. Nearly two years. Maybe his father had changed his
mind. He certainly didn't act like he wanted his son close. And neither of them
had ever spoken about that night afterwards...
Drowning in doubt and confusion, Draco slid to the ground next to the fountain,
letting his head rest against the cool stone, the tears finally running down
his cheeks, one dropping into the water below as he sobbed quietly.
It was the soft sound of crying that alerted Lucius. Draco had indeed gone to
the gardens. To the place they used to share. A place he'd barely remembered
until now. Turning a corner, the elder Malfoy froze, his gaze locked on his
son. He really must be the monster everyone assumed to do such a thing to
Draco...
To busy convincing himself that his father no longer loved him, Draco didn't
hear Lucius as he moved closer and knelt behind him. He jumped as strong arms
embraced him from behind, pulling at him gently. He cried out once, looking
back, tear streaked face fearful until he recognized his 'attacker'. Relief
flashed quickly across his features, before fading once again into dejected
sadness.
"Don't you have work that needs to be done Father?" The words were followed by
a little sniffle.
Settling next to the fountain, as he used to do, Lucius pulled Draco's smaller
form into his lap, trying not to let the words sting too much. With little
success. At least Draco didn't resist or try to pull away... Settling his arms
around his son's waist and resting his head close to Draco's, he sighed.
"No Draco... You were right. My work can wait. I shouldn't have let it distract
me so much that I was willing to ignore you... I've missed you terribly."
Another sob wracked Draco's form, this one of relief as he twisted around as
fast as he possibly could, throwing his arms around his father's neck, burying
his face against his chest. Screw being a 'proper Malfoy'. There were more
important things.
"Father... I thought that- You didn't..."
"Shh, Draco. I'm sorry." Lucius ran a hand gently through Draco's silky hair,
the soft strands longer now than he last remembered. He was missing his son
growing up... He couldn't let that happen. "I'll make you a deal. I won't worry
about work the entire time you're home. I'll spend my time with you. Any way
you'd like." The loving smile was all Lucius needed.
"That sounds perfect father... That's all I want..." Draco nuzzled against
Lucius, rubbing his cheek against his chest affectionately, drawing a chuckle
from the older man. Feeling the arms around him tighten slightly, Draco let his
eyes drift closed, feeling safe. He certainly wasn't afraid to go off to
school. But to be with his father... It was a feeling of rightness that nothing
could match.
The two sat quietly as the sunlight faded, Lucius holding his son close and
Draco resting blissfully against his father. Though Draco was finding it hard
to stay awake. He smothered a yawn against his father, earning an affectionate
smile.
"I think it's time for bed Draco. You're almost asleep already."
Looking up through half open lids, the smaller of the two shook his head,
trying to hide yet another yawn, lifting a hand to rub his eyes.
" 'm not tired..."
"Oh really... What are all those yawns about then? And you can hardly stay
awake. I'll carry you in to your bed." Chuckling softly, Lucius rearranged his
arms around his son, standing slowly, lifting him.
"But... Father, can I stay in your bed?" Sleepy blue eyes gazed up as Draco
resettled himself, seeming to be perfectly content to be carried.
Lucius froze, staring down at his son. In his bed? For the night? There was no
way he'd be able to simply sleep next to his son. Not when the boy was so
tempting... He'd given in last time. It would be only too easy to do so again,
given another opportunity.
"Draco... I'm not sure that would be the best idea... Don't you want to sleep
in your own bed for the night? It would be much more comfortable and-" Lucius
was cut off by a soft whisper against his ear.
"Please Daddy?"
With a shudder, Lucius swallowed around the growing thickness in his throat. It
should be illegal for such a simple word to sound so... erotic. Well,
technically, given the situation... Pushing the thought from his mind, Lucius
continued to consider. He was almost positive that he couldn't trust himself.
But ad tad told Draco that he'd spend time with him... Any way that his son
wanted. Not his most brilliant brainstorm it seemed.
Draco smirked to himself as he watched his father, rather enjoying the internal
struggle. Lucius had said that they could spend time however he wished... And
he was pretty sure of what he wanted. He'd waited far too long... He'd make
sure he got his way. School wasn't just for learning magic after all. Listening
to the upperclassmen's conversations could offer an education all its own.
While his father was distracted with his thoughts, Draco leaned closer,
nuzzling his nose just under Lucius' ear before giving the sensitive skin
behind the lobe a little lick, delighting in the shiver he got in response.
"I missed you so much while was away at school... I dreamt about you. And I
couldn't even come to you for... help." Draco all but purred the words, easily
breaking through the last of his father's resistance.
Lucius nearly whimpered. There was no way Draco could be doing such things
innocently. He was trying to seduce him. The thought only added to the heat
pooling in his groin. Turning quickly, he set off for the mansion and his
bedroom, a thought occurring to him on the way.
"Draco... No one... touched you, did they?" He glowered at the very thought of
someone else's dirty hands on his Draco.
With a little smile, Draco shook his head, again speaking close to his father's
ear, letting his breath ghost over Lucius' skin. "No Father... I'm yours
remember? No one touched me. No one even knows... But a few times I did close
my eyes and touch myself while thinking about your hands on me..." He trailed
off in a soft moan, pressing himself closer to his father.
Yes, he defiantly had a problem now. A problem that he'd gladly let Draco's
soft hands take care of. Adjusting his grip slightly, Lucius let a hand stray
to Draco's rear, pulling him ever closer. "If you keep tempting me with such
words Draco, we won't make it back to my room."
Allowing an evil little grin, Draco wiggled back against the hand, laying his
head on his father's shoulder. "Is that a promise Father?" He giggled at the
half glare, half pleading look Lucius shot at him. "Is something wrong Father?
You seem a bit tense."
Gritting his teeth, Lucius practically sprinted up the stairs. If he didn't get
some relief soon, the little minx in his arms was going to drive him insane. It
wasn't easy carrying sex incarnate. "Tense? You could say that Draco..."
Finally reaching the door to the master bedroom, Lucius opened it with a word,
slipping in to set Draco onto the bed, sliding in after him. The younger Malfoy
settled in contently, laying back, stretching like a cat, making sure to arch
his back, displaying himself while pretending to simply get more comfortable.
"You should relax more Father... It's not good to be so tense... Maybe I can
help you." He offered a coy smile.
Smirking, Lucius began slipping from his shirt, tossing the garment aside once
free of it, letting the expensive silk fall carelessly to the floor. He settled
himself back nst nst the bed's headboard, some how managing to keep from
pouncing his son.
"Yes, perhaps you could help Draco. It would only be the kind thing to do,
since you're the cause." He shifted slightly, restless, trying to get
comfortable in his way-too-confining pants.
Pouting, Draco sat up slowly, crawling over towards his father, slipping into
his lap, wiggling around for a few moments before deciding he was comfortable,
pressed tightly to his father's hips. Leaning up, he smiled, the expression of
innocence clashing with the little thrust he gave to grind teasingly against
the bulge in the older Malfoy's pants.
"My fault? I'll make you a deal then." He smiled, using Lucius' own words.
"I'll help you with this..." Draco slid a hand down between the two of them,
letting it rub over his father's trapped erection. "If you'll do the same for
me. It's only the kind thing to do, since you're the cause..."
Lucius chuckled, shaking his head slightly, moving his hands to Draco's slim
hips. "What am I going to do wiou Dou Draco?" Smirking as his son opened his
mouth to provide an answer, Lucius arched his hips forward, grinding against
Draco with more force, effectively cutting the boy off. "Don't worry. I have my
own ideas."
Tipping his head back, Draco let out a soft moan, trying to press himself
closer. He was growing tired of word games, even if it did make him look
clever. There were more pressing matters... Like the ache in his pants. And the
fact that his father wasn't doing anything about it.
"Nn, Father... Please. I want- I need you to touch me."
"Then you need to lose some of your clothing." Quite done with games himself,
Lucius slid Draco's robes off, working at his shirt and pants immediately
after. Draco helped where he could, lifting his arms, wiggling around a bit to
slide out of his pants.
Finally bare, he reached for his father's pants, unfastening them, tugging in
an attempt to get them off, or at least out of the way. With a squeak, he
suddenly found himself on his back, looking up at Lucius and the predatory grin
on his face.
Kicking the last of his clothing off, Lucius settled over his son, leaning
closer to nibble at the slender neck, shuddering as his cock brushed across
Draco's, drawing a gasp and an arch from the younger Malfoy. Chuckling, Lucius
nipped at his son, blue eyes amused.
"Impatient as always I see? Can I help you with something Draco?"
Draco growled, thrusting his hips up harshly, lifting both hands to thread them
deeply into his father's long hair. Satisfied only after he'd earned a groan,
he rolled his hips in a gentler movement, whimpering pathetically.
"How many times will you make me ask Father? Must I beg you? Please... I
ache... won't you make it go away?"
"Well..." Lucius moved again against his son, rocking just enough to rub their
erections together. He couldn't keep his teasing up for long anyway. "Since you
asked so nicely..." Leaning down, he kissed a line over Draco's neck, reveling
in the feel and smell of his son, rocking once again against the smaller
Malfoy.
Draco kept his fingers buried in his father's hair, crying out at the offered
friction, tipping his head back while arching up. Finally, he was getting what
he wanted... He'd had more than enough long nights alone. His bed always felt
even colder after waking up, wishing he was nestled close to his father. And
nothing could compare to the touch of another, heated flesh touching heated
flesh.
"Ahh~! F-father... More, please... Harder!"
His breath caught, lifting his head slightly to look down at the smaller form
half writhing under him. Maybe the Gods weren't mocking him after all...
Perhaps he was just too stubborn to accept a gift when one threw itself at him.
With a growl, he began moving, setting a quick, needy pace, making sure that
his cock slid along Draco's with every move.
A harsh hiss and low groan answered Lucius' decision to finally stop teasing.
Arching up, he kept himself pressed tightly to his father, tipping his head
back, his young face a mask of bliss. Maybe he should try to seduce his father
more often. Especially if he got such results.
Lucius watched his son, gritting his teeth. It was hard enough to control
himself around the boy... There was no way he was going to last long moving
against him, listening to such sounds coming from him. Dipping his head down,
he nibbled along Draco's throat, pausing here and there to suck at the pale
skin.
Rocking up, Draco attempted to keep pace with his father, but his position, as
well as the pleasure threatening to overwhelm him weren't making things easy.
Tipping his head closer to Lucius' he moved his lips as close to his father's
ear as he could, trying, and failing, to keep his breathing under control.
Thrusting his hips up, he let out a moan, shivering.
"Nnn... Daddy..."
The world was crumbling, exploding, imploding, melting... And Lucius could care
less. Nothing existed but him and Draco. Stiffening, he shuddered, pressing
even closer to Draco as he reached his climax, unable to keep his body under
control any longer.
"Ah... Draco- Fuck!"
Draco watched his father with wide eyes, shivering as he felt warm liquid
landing on his stomach and chest. Evidently he'd gotten Lucius more worked up
than he'd thought. His father never used such language in front of him. And
though he was pleased to bring Lucius such pleasure, he was left unsatisfied.
Trying to get his father's attention, he rocked up against him lightly,
whimpering
It took Lucius a moment to regain his senses and remember where he was.
Blinking down at his son, his sluggish mind slowly registered the whimper. And
the hardness still poking at him confirmed the hazy conclusion. Smiling softly,
he pulled away, much to Draco's displeasure, looking down at his son. The boy
was certainly growing up... Lucius could see the outline of young muscles,
firming and maturing, shaping Draco's body. He was growing even more beautiful.
"I'm sorry Draco... You were just a bit too much for me."
Smiling, Draco let a hand slip from his father's hair, running it down over his
cheek, caressing the skin gently. "It's alright Father... But you'd better not
plan on leaving me like this."
With a smirk, Lucius slipped a hand inwards, rubbing over the aroused flesh,
delighting in the moan and arch he got in response. "Don't worry Draco. I would
never leave you to suffer."
Draco tipped his head back, still watching his father through slitted eyes.
Licking his lips, he pressed his hips up, sucking in a soft breath. He wanted
relief... And he wanted it now. "Please Father... Harder..."
Lucius smiled, shaking his head slightly, leaning down to leisurely nibble over
Draco's exposed neck, making his way downwards, over his chest. He'd give his
son exactly what he asked for... He just had his own ideas about how to
accomplish it. Making sure to give each nipple a slight tease, he continued
down, skimming over Draco's stomach, licking a little at the fluids that had
landed on his pale skin. Drifting ever lower, Lucius paused just before
touching Draco's aching length, waiting until his son opened his mouth to
demand more attention, looking rather annoyed, the expression only to alter
into a silent scream, any words he'd planned instantly cut off as Lucius
captured the tip of his son's erection between his lips.
He was going to die. He just knew it. But what a way to go... He'd never felt
such pleasure. Such heat. He needed more of it. Even if it incinerated him.
Draco thrust up towards his father's mouth, seeking more of the sensation. At
least he tried to. Somehow Lucius' hands had ended up on his hips, holding him
down.
"More! Ah- Daddy..."
Lucius sighed softly, looking up at his son, chuckling to himself, the added
sensations drawing another cry from Draco. He was still just as responsive as
he remembered. But it wasn't fair to keep the boy hanging. They'd both waited
for far too long. Dipping his head down farther, he took all of Draco's length
into his mouth in one motion, having no trouble. His son may be maturing, but
he still had a fair amount of growing to do.
Draco's breathing came in harsh gasps, his eyes rolling back. He'd never
complain about anything his father did to him ever again, as long as he didn't
stop... Desperately trying to move against the restricting hands, he tangled
his hands into his father's hair, whines and mewls spilling past his lips.
"Ohh... Nnn, Daddy, more- Please, harder..."
Watching his son's sweet face contorted in pleasure, the elder Malfoy
suppressed a shiver. How had he resisted his son for so long? But back to more
interesting matters... Flicking his tongue, he sucked at the throbbing flesh,
delighting in every tremble and whimper he got in response. He doubted it would
take Draco long to reach his peak. He'd been close when he's reached his own
climax. But he'd enjoy pleasuring his son for as long as he lasted.
A violent shudder raced through the younger Malfoy's form, his eyes snapping
open. For a split second, everything seemed to slow down. Lucius' tongue moving
on him, his pulse pounding in his ears, the jolts of pleasure flitting through
his body. That is, until Lucius pulled back slightly to run his tongue over the
tip of his cock, eliciting an even higher level of the sinful pleasure, if such
a thing were possible. With a jerk and a scream, Draco finally reached his
climax, his body going rigid in a sharp arc, releasing into his father's mouth.
Lucius continued to move his tongue, suckling gently as Draco rode through the
waves of pleasure, swallowing every last drop of his son's essence, the fluid
still sweet with his youth. Only pulling away after Draco had relaxed back to
the bed, he slipped up the trembling form to pull his son close, settling down
onto the mattress with a sigh.
Draco turned to snuggle up close to his father, still shivering with the after
effects of his orgasm, pressing his face close to Lucius' chest. It was nice to
finally feel satisfied. Sated, warm... and tired. Sighing in content as Lucius
pulled the sheets up, he smiled, closing his eyes.
"I don't know about you Father, but I'm quite looking forward to the rest of
the weekend..."
With a chuckle, Lucius nodded, wrapping his arms securely around his son,
letting his own eyes close. Just the thought sent a tingle through his tired
body.
"As am I, Draco. As am I."
***** Malfoys Always Get What They Want *****
Chapter Summary
     Draco wants. And he'll get what he wants. Because he's a Malfoy.
Chapter Notes
     The third and final chapter! Still incest, less underage, but still
     there. Also, first time m/m sex!
Finally. The winter holiday had arrived. The months leading up to it had seemed
to drag on, simply heightening his desire for classes to end. He hadn’t shown
it of course. A proper Malfoy showed no emotions in public. And while the
Potter brat sometimes got the better of him… something he’d never actually
admit to, his private desires and thoughts stayed just that. Private.
Not even Crabe and Goyle knew. As if he’d tell them anyway. They were to dim to
keep their mouths shut.
Draco snorted softly to himself as he packed his bags. He didn’t need anyone
else to know. He knew. That was enough. And others wouldn’t understand anyway,
what he shared with his Father. At the least, they’d be seen as unnatural,
freaks of some sort. At the worst, his Father would be blamed. Corrupting and
molesting an innocent child and all that, and then they’d be separated. And
that was something Draco would not tolerate.
He allowed himself a smirk. He had plans for his Father when he arrived home.
It had been four years since the first night his Father had touched him and
introduced him to a world of pleasure he’d never even imagined until then. For
nearly two years after that, he’d been busy with school and his Father with
Ministry work. Somehow, he’d never found time to bring that night up again.
Until he’d made it a point to get through to his Father. That had had a rocky
start, but finally, he’d gotten his way. As always. And now, after another two
years, which had been much more enjoyable than the first two, he was going to
get his way again.
Touching was all well and good, and he’d never turn down affection from his
Father, but he was quite ready to take things a bit farther. He knew what two
men could do with each other. Magic wasn’t the only thing one could learn at
Hogwarts. And gay relationships weren’t as taboo in the Wizarding world as they
were to Muggles.
And a little experimentation never hurt… Not with others of course. The only
other to touch him would be his Father. But his own fingers had explored, and
he’d discovered that he rather liked the feeling of something being inside of
him, settled in such an intimate place, the sensation of fullness. Though his
fingers never seemed to be quite enough.
Shrinking his bags into a more manageable size and tucking them into his robes,
Draco made his way to the school’s main lobby, pulling out the portkey he’d
been sent. It was a much easier way to travel. Quicker, and he didn’t have to
deal with all the mudbloods that swarmed the train. He allowed himself a smile
as he felt the portkey activate and the tug behind his navel. As soon as he
reached home, he’d put his things away and go to his Father. The smile shifted
into a smirk as he disappeared from the hall.
 
~*~
 
Draco flopped dejectedly back onto his bed. A week. It had been a week since
he’d arrived home. A week of dropping hints and making unspoken offers. His
efforts had gotten him off, several times to be completely honest, but he
hadn’t quite gotten what he wanted. His Father hadn’t taken him.
Sighing, he stretched before settling into to soft folds, pondering quietly.
Things never seemed easy, when his Father was involved. He practically had to
throw himself at the man before he’d consider touching him. It had gotten
better recently. It seemed that Lucius was getting used to the comfort and
pleasure Draco both sought and offered. But it had taken four years to get to
that point. He was not waiting another four before his Father decided to
relieve him of his pesky virginity.
Apparently, he was going to have to be more persistent, less subtle. If his
Father needed things spelled out, then he’d have to tell him exactly what he
wanted. He grinned, picturing his Father’s face. This was going to be good.
Now, with a plan, he simply needed to figure out how to put it into action.
That might be the more difficult part. He’d need a way to ‘corner’ his Father.
The last thing he wanted was to leave his Father with some excuse to get away.
In his private rooms then... Perhaps after he went in to sleep for the night.
A devious smirk spread across his face. Oh, this was indeed going to be good.
And quite possibly fun. Hopping up, he moved around, getting ready. All he need
do now was wait.
 
~*~
 
Slipping silently from his room, Draco made his way down the long corridors,
moving like a specter towards his Father’s room, a wraith drifting through the
darkness. He knew this path by heart. No one disturbed him. Even the portraits
were asleep and none stirred as he passed in a swirl of flowing material.
Reaching his Father’s door, he pushed it open, slipping in before latching it
behind him, just as he had four years ago.
Moving towards the bed, wrapped only in a loose robe, the material shifting
around him, he slowly pulled back the sheets on the large bed, uncovering his
Father’s sleeping form. He took a moment to admire the older man, smiling
softly, then muttered a soft spell to remove his Father’s nightclothes, which
consisted of nothing more than silky sleeping pants. He couldn’t take the
chance of waking his Father by removing the pants by hand.
Grinning, Draco climbed up onto the bed, moving slowly, careful to shift the
bed as little as possible. Settling between his Father’s legs, he leaned in,
giving his thigh a little nibble while looking up at him. To put his plan into
action, his Father needed to be awake. And, obviously, aroused. So, he’d just
have to wake him.
With a smirk and an almost inaudible snicker, he leaned in, giving the older
Malfoy’s sleeping length a soft lick before wrapping his lips around to tip.
 
~*~
 
Lucius was dreaming. And for once, it was a pleasant dream. Draco had come home
for the holidays and he was always more relaxed with his son at home. For…
several reasons. In his dream, he was walking with his son, discussing trivial
things, wandering through the gardens that they both enjoyed so much.
Just the presence of his son was a comfort, the one person he truly treasured
in the world. Feeling fingers threading through his, his dream self looked down
and smiled, looking at their intertwined fingers before glancing back up at his
son who was opening his mouth to speak. Before a word could be spoken however,
the dreamscape shifted, both his son and the garden fading.
It was suddenly very dark, though somehow still comforting. Not the terrifying
darkness that usually came with nightmares. Actually, it was quite nice. All
warm and… Oh yes, that was nice. He couldn’t quite place the feeling, shrouded
in his dream world as he was, and his body was fighting to stay asleep. He
tried to move towards the sensation, floating in the dream-darkness, not
knowing that his body in the waking world arched in response.
It was getting stronger, harder for his body to fight, and it desperately
wanted to stay asleep, but that feeling... Just a little more… a little closer…
He woke with a groan as the sensation stopped completely, eyes blinking open in
confusion and a bit of frustration, slowly focusing on the smirking face of his
son, settled between his legs, licking his lips and hovering over him like some
sort of predator.
 
~*~
 
Draco grinned up at his Father, his eyes well adjusted to the dim light. He
could see surprise and need mingling with the sleep on Lucius’ face. With
throaty purr, Draco leaned in to swirl his tongue around the very tip of his
Father’s cock, lingering only for a moment then crawling up the older man’s
form, straddling his hips and looking down, still cloaked in his robe.
“I’m sorry Father. Did I wake you?” His tone was clearly anything but
apologetic.
“Draco? What are you doing?” Lucius’ voice was roughened both by lust and the
lingering effects of sleep.
Adopting an innocent expression that completely clashed with his actions and
his robe, which just happened to be slipping from his shoulders to reveal
creamy, bare skin, Draco leaned in a bit closer, licking his lips before
speaking. “Well you see Father, we have a bit of a problem, you and I.”
“Problem?” Lucius blinked once, trying to wake up fully and take his mind off
of his throbbing cock long enough to process Draco words. He muttered to
himself as Draco ‘settled’ down against him, ‘accidentally’ rubbing his own
barely covered hips against the elder’s. “The only problem here is that I’m
going to explode…”
Draco giggled softly, shifting again in his ‘settling’ this time sliding
against his Father in a drawn out movement, shivering appreciatively. “Mm. No,
there is a problem. You haven’t taken me yet.”
Lucius stifled a groan, moving finally, slipping his hands to Draco’s hips. The
boy obviously wasn’t going to let him go back to sleep. As if he could sleep in
his present state anyway. Sighing, he arched his hips up a bit, seeking more
friction or, at the very least, more contact. “And where exactly am I to take
you, Draco?”
It was Draco’s turn to sigh. Either his Father was as thick as he’d feared, he
was intentionally avoiding the issue… or his mind was busy with other things at
the moment. Either way, he’d have to make himself perfectly clear. Leaning in
farther, nuzzling his Father’s cheek on the way down, he spoke against his ear,
stressing each word clearly. “I. Want. You. To. Fuck me.” He smirked slightly
at the shudder and gasp that drew from the older Malfoy. He’d well learned the
effect certain words could have on his Father. “Press me to the bed. Hold me
down. I don’t care how you do it Father. Hard, gentle… Claim me.”
The heat that had been pooling in Lucius’ belly spiraled outwards, causing a
shudder to wrack his form, sorely testing his control. He wasn’t going to let
simple words get him off. But what words… Of all the things he could have
imagined hearing from his son, they weren’t on the list. Swallowing quickly and
taking several deep breaths in an attempt to calm down a bit, he ran his hands
up from Draco’s hips, letting them glide over his sides. “Gods Draco, the
things you do to me…”
Draco arched fluidly towards the hands, his robe slipping farther, sliding from
his arms to pool around his hips. Shifting to nip at his Father’s shoulder, he
purred deeply, rocking ever so slightly. “Do it then, Father… I want you.”
Shifting, Lucius moved quickly, rolling and reversing their positions, finding
himself settled between Draco’s legs, looking down at his son. “You have no
idea how you tempt me. But I’d hurt you Draco. You’re too young.”
Draco huffed lightly, wrapping his legs around his Father’s waist, hooking his
ankles to stay firmly in place. He gave his hips a little arch, rubbing up
against his Father, no material between them this time. “I am not too young. I
know what I want. And I want you in me.” The last was almost a whine, followed
by another roll of his hips, rubbing his cock up against the elder Malfoy’s.
Lucius grit his teeth, somehow reining in the urge to either thrust carelessly
against Draco to relieve the pressure threatening to drive him mad, or give in
to his son’s request. Demand actually. Draco wasn’t exactly asking. And it
wasn’t as if he’d never thought about actually taking his son… he’d just
planned on waiting another couple of years.
Seeing his Father’s resolve wavering, Draco smirked. Finally, he was going to
get what he really wanted. Lifting a hand from where it lay on the bed, he
offered a small glass bottle that he’d been holding on to, delighting in the
look he got from his Father.
This boy was going to be the death of him. With a sigh Lucius resigned himself
to his fate, accepting the bottle and opening it, dipping a finger in. If he
was going to give in, he was going to see to it that he caused his son as
little pain as possible. Though they were going to have a talk later. When he
could think clearly. Draco was very well prepared… Apparently magic wasn’t the
only thing he was learning in school. And he’d better not be learning by
example. Only he touched Draco.
Said boy was watching Lucius, rather amused at the emotions crossing his face.
“Is something the matter Father? You seem to be thinking too much again.” He
gave a little pout, arching his hips up.
Lucius shook his head slightly, allowing a small smile. “Impatient as always,
Draco.” He rolled his eyes at the cheeky grin he got from his son, slipping his
hand down, between Draco’s cheeks, his slick finger easily sliding into the
smaller form, then stilling, Lucius’ eyes widening slightly. Rather than the
usual resistance one would expect, he encountered only slick warmth welcoming
his finger. “You- Draco…”
Draco smirked, arching again, towards the finger, licking his lips. “I made
sure to come prepared. I know what needs to be done. I thought I might speed
things up a bit.”
The thought of Draco preparing himself in such a way… spread out on his bed…
fingers moving… Lucius had to shaking his head, blinking several times to try
and clear the image. Narcissa… Dumbledore… Voldemort… Voldemort naked… Alright,
that did it.
With a bit of his control regained, he added a second finger, scissoring them.
Draco may have started, but he still needed more preparation. “You’re
determined to drive me insane, aren’t you?”
Draco smiled, letting his legs fall open wantonly, offering his Father all the
room he needed. It felt much better, having someone else’s fingers inside of
him. His own were nice, but his Father’s were a world apart. However, the
stretching was quickly moving past what he’d been able to achieve himself. He
tried to hide his wince, but let out a little hiss.
Lucius’ eyes snapped up at the sound, his fingers stilling, to Draco’s
immediate distress and protest. With a sigh, he continued, watching his son.
“Draco… I don’t want to hurt you. You’re not ready for this.”
“I’m plenty ready, Father. I told you, I know what I want. It might be
uncomfortable, but I’ll get used to it.” Draco all but pleaded with his Father,
shifting to wrap his arms around Lucius’ neck, tangling one hand in his long
hair.
Still reluctant, Lucius nevertheless began moving his fingers once again,
stretching, sliding deeper into the warmth of his son. His fingers moved
easily, helped by the oil Draco had used before coming to him, and it didn’t
take long for his fingers to find that little gland that would have Draco
seeing stars.
As his Father’s fingers moved, they passed over something within him, something
that had him throwing his head back while clinging to his Father, crying out in
surprised pleasure. He’d only found that particular spot a few times, simply
brief, accidental passes. Not the direct and insistent pressure the fingers
inside of him were offering. He pressed back against the fingers, trying to get
them to slide deeper, shuddering. “Nnn... Father…”
It was Lucius’ turn to smirk, beginning to move his fingers in and out, making
sure to brush over Draco’s prostate every few passes, watching him squirm.
Adding another finger, he continued to prepare his son, offsetting the
discomfort of the stretching with strokes to the sweet spot he’d been
tormenting Draco with.
Draco arched, panting, trying to keep from breaking down and simply writhing
under his Father, without much success. He gripped Lucius’ shoulder tightly,
his other hand still buried within the long strands of his hair. He groaned as
the fingers scraped over his prostate once more, only to whine moments later
when the fingers were removed, leaving him with an irritating sense of
emptiness. Cracking his eyes open, he looked up at his Father, about to speak,
more than ready to voice his displeasure.
Lucius was quicker, wrapping a hand around Draco’s straining length, giving a
squeeze, chuckling softly as Draco choked on his words, letting out a mangled
moan. “Patience, Draco. I can’t very well fuck you if my fingers are still
inside of you.”
Relenting, Draco settled back onto the bed, letting his arms fall as well to
rest over his head, watching his Father through half closed eyes, the very
picture of debauchery. As much as he hated not getting what he wanted exactly
when he wanted it… Maybe there was something to the saying ‘good things come to
those who wait’. Maybe.
Shaking his head slightly, Lucius shifted, pressing closer, slipping his hand
from Draco to help guide himself. He hesitated, again, looking down at Draco,
who’s eyes narrowed, promising quick and vocal protest if he didn’t start
moving. With a wry smile, he finally gave in fully to his son, sliding his hips
forward to slowly push into the younger Malfoy, doing his best to be as gentle
as possible. He paused immediately after the head of his cock popped through
the tight ring of muscle, though it was as much to keep a hold of his control
than to give Draco a chance to adjust.
Draco relaxed once he was sure his Father wasn’t going to change his mind,
though he kept his legs wrapped around Lucius’ hips, where they had remained,
keeping him attached to the older man. The initial intrusion was more
uncomfortable than he’d expected and though he tried to stay quiet, a little
whimper slipped free. Biting his lower lip, he closed his eyes, focusing on
breathing, taking deep breaths, willing his body to relax, to allow his Father
farther entrance; willing the pain to fade.
Normally, Lucius prided himself on his control. Even where Draco was involved,
he usually was able to keep some sense of himself. Which was especially useful
when teasing his son, driving him to the brink of sanity. But this time, barely
inside of the boy as he was, he was sorely tested, wanting nothing more than to
screw Draco raw. With a supreme effort, and several deep breaths, he kept
himself still, watching Draco’s face.
It took a few moments, but the pain did begin to fade. His Father had prepared
him well. Peering up at Lucius, Draco offered a small smile, shifting his hips
a bit, encouraged to find that the discomfort was indeed dissipating. Now if he
could just get his Father to find that spot again…
Lucius let out a strangled noise, sounding something like a whimper crossed
with a groan. He pressed forward, one long rolling movement, finally burying
himself within his son. He allowed himself a low moan, shivering. “Gods Draco…
You’re so tight… Perfect.”
Draco groaned, whimpering softly, though the sound conveyed more pleasure than
pain now. He was finally getting what he wanted, his Father deep within him,
filling him. He shifted, quickly growing impatient, wanting his Father to move,
to claim him properly, to let him experience the pleasure he knew was waiting.
With a little growl, he reached up, or made the move to do so, blinking, his
eyes widening, finding his hands pinned to the bed before he could reach
Lucius, one of his Father’s hands holding his wrists. “Father…”
With a grin, Lucius looked down at Draco, keeping his grip firm, rocking his
hips ever so slightly, drawing a whine from his son. “You wanted to be taken,
Draco? To be claimed? Fucked into the bed?” His grin widened as he pulled back
slowly, thrusting forward quickly, fighting himself to remain gentle.
Draco cried out, fighting against the hand holding him, instinctively arching
back towards the thrust. He squirmed, as well as he could anyway, held down as
he was, moaning as the thrusts continued. He rocked back against his Father,
using the grip he had with his legs for leverage, shuddering and letting out a
keen as Lucius found his prostate again.
Lucius allowed himself a smirk, though it faded quickly, his own pleasure
threatening to overwhelm him. Draco was sex incarnate; writhing, arching,
panting and begging… The sight of his son held down under him was bad enough,
but adding the feel and sound of him was quickly wearing him down. With a
growl, he pulled back, thrusting in hard. Draco was going to be sore in the
morning, but he was past the point of being in any state to care.
Draco shuddered, letting out a sharp keen at the harder thrust, hips snapping
back to meet it. He nearly sobbed in pleasure, twisting under his Father,
against the hand holding him. Lucius’ angle continued to strike that sensitive
spot within him, turning his world white. Somehow, being held down only added
to the ecstasy. He was truly being taken; claimed. “F-Father… Oh Gods, Daddy…”
His thrusts were becoming erratic, his breathing quick and harsh. Lucius knew
he couldn’t last long, and he was at his limit. But he was taking Draco with
him. Thrusting in as deep as he could, he moved the hand not holding Draco’s
wrists, curling it about his son’s cock, giving several firm, quick strokes as
he came, crying out.
Just feeling his Father’s hot seed spilling deep inside of him would have been
enough to push him over the edge. The hand on his cock threw him over,
wrenching a scream from him, his muscles clamping down harshly on his Father,
come spilling over his hand. He arched off the bed, spine bent at a nearly
impossible angle, head thrown back as waves of his climax wracked his body
again and again. “Ohgodsohgodsohgodsohgods.. Fuck! Daddy… Yes!”
Lucius rocked gently as he came down from the high, shivering, panting,
watching his son. Never in his life had he seen anything so beautiful. And
Draco was all his. His fingers continued rubbing gently over Draco’s cock until
he fell back to the bed, panting but relaxing slowly.
Draco whimpered softly as he settled back down, chest heaving, fingers
twitching where they were still pinned to the bed, his eyes closed. A moment
later, he found his hands free, though he didn’t move, too busy trying to catch
his breath. He whined as his Father slid free, leaving him feeling cold and
empty, though a moment later he was gathered into his Father’s arms and he
snuggled close, wincing faintly.
With a smile, Lucius pulled up the sheets, covering the two of them, his son
cradled close. Sleep was closing in and he was more than happy to let it claim
him. But first… Sliding a hand through Draco’s hair, he leaned in, pressing his
lips to his son’s.
Draco’s eyes snapped wide before fluttering closed, pressing back softly, a
single tear escaping and slipping down his cheek. His Father had never kissed
him before. Not even on the cheek when he was a young child. It lasted for a
few moments, slow and soft and loving. Blinking his eyes open, he looked at his
Father, smiling wearily.
A thumb brushed the tear away, caressing Draco’s cheek lightly. Returning the
smile, Lucius tucked his head down, resting his chin on the top of Draco’s
head. “I love you, Draco.”
Nuzzling against his Father’s chest, Draco closed his eyes once again,
surrendering to sleep, finally feeling whole and safe and loved. With a little
purr, he yawned cutely, slipping into darkness. “I love you too… Daddy…”
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