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Title: Draco's Lessons -- part 2 * * * * * * * * * * * The day was bright and sunny, a perfect summer day. The day was also perfect because he was on his broom, flying through the air. What made it even more perfect was that he and his father were alone. Together. Just Daddy and Draco, practising Quidditch. No one else to interfere, to interrupt, to take his daddy's attention away. Lucius was throwing the practice snitch, and Draco would dive for it, and they would start all over again. Draco laughed as his daddy flew in a loop above him, laughing too. Lucius was so handsome, his silvery blond hair shining in the sun, his strong arms throwing the snitch far far away. Draco laughed delightedly as he caught the snitch once again, bringing it back to his daddy triumphantly. He liked to make Lucius proud, to see him laugh. He liked to be with his daddy. He wanted to be with his daddy alone, because it happened so infrequently. They really hadn't been alone together since that day in the study... Draco shifted on his broom as he remembered that day. It gave him funny feelings still, and he couldn't help but think there was more to what his daddy had shown him. More love. He wanted more. He thought about it a lot. Lucius smiled as his son returned the snitch to him. At this rate Draco would have no trouble in his games next year. Their fingers touched briefly as the snitch transferred hands, and Lucius sucked in a quick breath. He remembered the feel of the small, pale fingers on his body. Trying to distract himself, and get Draco a safe distance away, he raised his arm, and sent the small golden ball into the air. The younger Malfoy sped away on his Nimbus 2001, laughing happily as he tore after it. The blond man watched with hungry eyes as the slender form raced away. Draco was beauty in motion as he flew. Draco's hands and thighs clenched the handle of his broomstick to keep him seated. His face was pink from exertion, his hair mussed and wild. Lucius had never known that flying could be so utterly sexual. Or maybe it was just Draco that was sexual. The older Malfoy was desperate to continue the lessons they had started, but he hadn't been able to thus far. However, he did have his son all to himself today and he planned to make the most of it. Once again, Draco returned the snitch to his father. "One more time, Daddy?" he pleaded, laughing and enjoying the breeze. It was getting quite warm. Taking note of his son's quite flushed skin, Lucius pretended to think it over. He knew he'd give in, he could never resist Draco, but he loved to tease the boy. "I don't know... You look pretty worn out to me." The blond boy pouted automatically. "But, Daddy!" he began. "I'm not tired! Just once more, please?" That pouting mouth was almost Lucius' undoing. He gripped the snitch tighter; so tight he could almost swear he heard the ball squeak. He wanted to plunder Draco's mouth so badly; slide his tongue in and taste the sweetness beyond. He gave in. "Ok, son, I'll throw the snitch one more time for you. In exchange for a kiss." "Daddy!" giggled Draco. "On our brooms?" He thought it was silly, but it also gave him that funny feeling again, the one that made parts of him ache. He felt that when he looked at his daddy sometimes, and it made him want to touch himself. But he didn't; for some reason he thought his daddy wouldn't like it. The older Malfoy maneuvered his boom closer, so they were side by side with their legs just brushing. "Yes, right here, on our brooms." He reached out and brushed a bit of damp hair away from Draco's face. "Or are you too old to give your daddy a kiss?" "Oh, Daddy, never," breathed Draco seriously. He looked up at his father and leaned closer. "You'll always be Daddy's little Draco, won't you?" Lucius whispered. It wasn't so much a question, as it was a fact. Draco would always be his. He closed the gap between them and pressed his lips to Draco's. One hand slid into his son's hair and kept the boy in place while he kissed him. Draco wanted to answer, yes, Daddy, I'll always be your little boy, but he couldn't. Lucius was pressing his lips on his own, and it was soft and warm and he really really liked it. Daddy had never kissed him this way before. As much as he wanted to take their kiss further, Lucius realized that this was not the most opportune time to do it. He broke away from his son, smiling lazy at the boy as he panted. "Ready?" Draco really wasn't ready; he wanted to do that again. But he wouldn't disobey his father, so he licked his moist lips and nodded. "Yes, Daddy," he said, and was amazed; his voice didn't sound like his own. He ached. Lucius flew a few feet away and hurled the snitch as hard as he could. He needed to buy some time, however little, to compose himself. He shifted on the handle of his broom, amazed that just a simple kiss could begin to arouse him. He didn't think Draco had gone unaffected either. Draco tore himself away from the memory of the way his daddy had touched him in the study, and raced after the golden ball. He caught it and raced as fast as he could back to his daddy. Maybe he would get another kiss! But as he reached to hand it to Lucius, he was careless and overbalanced. The broom lurched, and he started to slide off. "Daddy!" he squeaked. They were quite high in the air. Lucius' heart stopped as he saw his son slipping from his broom. With lightning fast reflexes he reached out and caught Draco's hand, and jerked the boy into his lap. The riderless broom plummeted to the ground as they both watched. The older blond pulled his son up, so that he was sitting, and then ran shaking hands over him to make sure he was all right. "Draco? Are you all right, son?" His voice was panicked and his breath was quickened. "D-daddy!" Draco cried, wrapping his arms around Lucius. "That was scary!" He pressed his face against his father's shirt and breathed deeply. Running his hands slowly up and down the boy's back, Lucius tried to soothe him. "Hang on, Draco. I'm going to take us down now." He used one hand to steer his broom back towards the ground, but the other kept softly petting the trembling boy. Draco didn't stop trembling until his daddy had placed him carefully back on his feet, on solid ground. But he still didn't let go. He was scared and sweaty and hot and he hoped his daddy wasn't mad at him. "I'm sorry, Daddy," he sniffled. Lucius knelt down and picked his son up, twining the boy's arms around his neck and his legs around his waist. He hadn't carried Draco like this in years, but it felt wonderful to have his son back in his arms. Mindless of their booms, he began walking back to the manor. "And what do you have to be sorry for, my precious son?" Draco hugged Lucius tight as they walked back to the house. "I... I almost fell. I was clumsy." He snuggled closer to his daddy. It felt so good. Lucius looked him very seriously. "You do have to be more careful. I don't want anything to happen to my Draco." His arms tightened around the boy, holding the slim body as close as possible to his own. He didn't want to think what could have happened. He pressed a kiss to the smaller blond's head and hurried back. When they reached the manor he directed one of the house elves to fetch their brooms and put them away. Then he ordered them to hold dinner, and not to disturb either him or Draco until they came down to eat. Looking at the sweaty body in his arms, Lucius smiled. "Would you like to take a bath before we eat, Draco?" Draco nodded, suddenly feeling much better. He loved baths. Only... "Please don't leave me, Daddy? Stay with me?" Nodding, Lucius headed towards his room. He knew he should put his son down, but he couldn't will his hands to let go. And Draco didn't seem to mind it either, so the elder blond kept walking. "Let's go and get some of that magic bubble bath your mother enjoys so much. Since she's away she won't notice if we borrow some." "Yes, please, daddy," Draco sighed, really just wishing Lucius would hold him like this longer. It felt very nice. But a bath would feel nice too. His mother hardly ever hugged him. She was always off to some place or another. "If you're sure Mommy won't be angry." They finally came to the master bedroom, a sprawling, sweeping room whose size was bigger than some homes. Lucius nudged the door open with his foot and walked through the room to the bathroom. "Do you want your bath in here, or in your room?" Draco was thrilled. His mother never let him in here. "Please, Daddy, may I have a bath in here?" "Of course. You're welcome to take a bath in here whenever you wish." Setting the boy down reluctantly, Lucius turned on the taps and poured some Magic Madam's never dissolving bath bubbles into the tub. "I know your mother doesn't like you underfoot, but I run this house and my word is law." "Daddy," breathed Draco, completely in awe of his father. He watched the tub fill, looking forward to sinking into the bubbles. Lucius sat on the edge of the tub, waiting for it to fill. He pulled his son close and began to undo his robe. "This is your home as well Draco, and you're allowed to be in any part of it. If your mother ever tells you otherwise you come to me and I shall deal with it." His eyes took on a dangerous look. Draco meant much more to him that Narcissa did, and he'd be damned if he let the woman deny his son anything. Draco's eyes widened at his father's words. His daddy loved him that much... suddenly he realized his clothes were nearly off. He shivered, and not from the cold. Would Daddy touch him again? He really wanted him to. Not even paying attention to what he was doing, the older Malfoy continued to undress his son. He was incredibly angry, and there would be hell to pay when Narcissa got home. Her treatment of Draco was unforgivable. This was their only son, and while Lucius didn't want him to control the house, he did want the boy to be able to go where he wanted. If Narcissa had her way Draco would be locked in his rooms at all time, and Lucius wouldn't stand for that. She had to learn that Draco was just as important as she was. Well, even more so, if he was honest with himself. Lucius finally noticed that he had stripped Draco down and the boy was now standing nude before him, looking at him expectantly. Lucius gulped. "Daddy?" Draco asked. "Are you ok?" He wanted to ask Daddy to touch him again, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. It was a struggle for the older Malfoy not to yank the younger one into his arms and kiss the boy until his knees went weak. Instead, he shifted and shut off the taps; dipping his hand in, he made sure the water was a safe temperature for Draco. "Yes, son, I'm fine. Get into your bath now." Draco tried not to look disappointed as he climbed into the bathtub. The water felt wonderful, and he sighed as he sank into the bubbles. He lay back and looked at his daddy. "Do you want to come in with me?" Part of him hoped Lucius did. They might touch again. Lucius could feel his body responding to that hopeful sounding question. He wondered if Draco was asking to continue the lessons they had started, or if he was only innocently willing to share a bath. He was torn, his body screaming for him to rip off his clothes and jump into the water; but his mind told him to go slow, and find out what Draco wanted before he did anything. "I don't feel like a bath just now. But... if you'd like, I could wash you..." "Oh, please, yes, Daddy," breathed Draco, his eyes lighting up. This was better than he could have imagined. Daddy would touch him everywhere. "I'd like that a lot." Looking around Lucius spotted a sponge. He picked it up, and squeezed it experimentally. It was a natural sponge that must have been enchanted, for it was as soft as a feather. Perfect for use on Draco's creamy skin. He dunked it in the water, and then motioned for Draco to move closer. Draco scooted closer to his father's side of he tub. He was almost trembling with excitement. Daddy would touch him... make him feel good again.... His son's face was so alight with happiness it caused Lucius' hands to shake. A sudden wave of desire crashed over him, and left him helpless in its wake. He wanted Draco. He wanted him more than anything he'd ever wanted before. There was nothing better in this word than seeing his son look at him like he was the center of the universe. He knelt down by the side of the tub, wanting to be on the same level as Draco. "Eager, are we?" He asked, as he looked into eyes much like his own. "Yes, Daddy," Draco answered, looking back at his father. "Please..." He couldn't say what he wanted, not yet. He hoped Lucius would understand. Lucius nodded and dipped the sponge in the water, filling all its pores with soapy bubbles. He noticed, with some dismay, that the sleeve of his robe was getting soaked as well. "Well, this won't work." He held up the soggy sleeve and frowned. He looked at Draco. "Would you mind if Daddy took off his shirt and robe? You know how he hates to get his clothes dirty." "That's just fine, Daddy," the boy answered, eager to begin. "Whatever you want," he urged, trying to hint to his father. A bit startled, Lucius looked closely at his son. There seemed to be longing in the boy's voice. Longing, and need, and impatience. Draco wanted this as much as he did. Smirking to himself Lucius slowly undid his robe and slipped it off. "Do you remember the last time we were alone together, Draco?" Draco nodded quickly. "Yes, Daddy, I do," he said softly, eagerly. He couldn't sit still. "Would you like daddy to show you more?" Lucius raised his blond eyebrows in question and worked the buttons on his shirt. He slipped that off too, and moved closer to the tub; only the marble edge separated their bodies. "Oh yes, please," Draco said, leaning toward his father. "I'd like that very much." The boy tried to restrain his excitement. Now bared from the waist up, and getting harder with each breath, Lucius reached for the sponge. Slowly, he raised it to Draco's shoulder and squeezed it to send out a stream of bubbles. Then he traced it over the soap slick skin, starting at the shoulder, sliding down over the collarbone, and gently brushing over a taut nipple. Draco gasped when Lucius touched his nipple. For some reason the feeling went straight to his cock. It was rising quickly, responding to his daddy's touches, and Draco lay back, wanting more. "Is everything all right Draco? This feels, ok, doesn't it?" The older man ran the sponge across to the other nipple, circling it over the bud for a minute before moving up to clean a pale shoulder. "Oh yes, Daddy. It feels very nice," the boy replied breathlessly. He tried to hold still, tried not to arch up into the touch, tried to be patient. Lucius ran the sponge all over Draco's fair chest, and down lower to his stomach. He didn't go further than that, knowing that too much would send Draco over the edge quickly. He wanted to savor this. "Lie back, and lift up your legs so Daddy can wash those as well." Draco complied, disappointed that his daddy seemed only interested in washing him. Though his touches still felt very good. He lay back against the end of the tub and lifted his legs up, one on either side of the tub, spread open for his daddy. His cock was rock hard, and nestled against his belly. A strangled moan escaped from Lucius parted lips. Could his son possibly know how enticing he was? He looked like a million of the man's late night fantasies come to life. His thin, milky legs parted in invitation; submission. Like he wanted to give everything to Lucius. And the older Malfoy accepted. Flinging the sponge aside, he ran his soapy hands up his son's legs, caressing first his ankles and then his calves. "Oh Daddy," gasped Draco, panting. He couldn't stand it any more. "Aren't I clean yet?" He tried to open his legs wider, so Lucius would hurry. Ignoring him, the older blond slid his fingers higher, over slightly knobby knees and up to shaking thighs. His large hands splayed over each upper leg, his thumbs drawing small patterns on the inside of the thigh. His eyes darkened as lust seeped into every cell of his body. He wanted to possess the stunning vision in his bathtub, tonight he vowed, he'd be one step closer. He'd show Draco more of the love he knew his son wanted. "On your knees Draco," he said, his voice strained. "Let daddy wash your back and then you're done." Draco tried not to pout as he turned over in the soapy water, climbing onto his knees and leaning down to place his hands on the bottom of the tub. "Like this, daddy?" White knuckled fingers clutched at the edge of the tub as the older Malfoy nodded. How many times had he touched himself while thinking of Draco just like this? He cupped water in his hands and spilled it over Draco's back. Unconsciously he rubbed his trapped erection against the smooth side of the tub, trying to ease some of the need building inside him. His hands slipped all over his son's back, rubbing the skin clean from the neck to the waist. Lucius' hands shook as they approached the boy's tight, perfect ass. Slowly he slid his hands over both cheeks, squeezing firmly, and daring to slide a finger between. The tip of the digit just barely brushed the untouched entrance to his son's body and Lucius almost came right then. Draco's erection ached, poking into his stomach, and when Lucius touched him on his buttocks, he gasped with the new feeling. It made him ache even more. Then Daddy touched him *there,* and he moaned. He spread his legs wider, and lowered his head until it nearly touched the water, unconsciously raising his ass to Lucius. Lucius was panting so hard he wasn't sure he could speak. Struggling for a few seconds he finally managed a brief sentence. "Time to get out, Draco." He said breathlessly, his voice low and heavy. He didn't even wait for his son to move, he just stood and hauled the small, wet body into his arms. He carried the bundle into his bedroom, and placed the boy on his bed, not caring if the sheets got damp. He planned to ruin this set tonight anyway. Draco looked up at Lucius. The man looked so big... He hoped he hadn't done something to displease his daddy in the tub. He had seemed to like it when he spread his legs, though, so Draco did it again, lying on his back, legs spread wide, wet skin glistening. With a growl, Lucius all but ripped off his remaining clothing and crawled across the sheets to his beautiful son. He was trying so hard to be patient, teach Draco slowly... But the boy was too damn gorgeous! The picture he made, with his body slick and aroused drove Lucius wild. He moved between Draco's legs and began to kiss along the boy's thigh. "Daddy wants you so much, Draco. Do you want Daddy?" His hands pushed Draco's legs apart even more, giving him complete access to the trembling body below him. "Daddy!" gasped out the boy. "I love you! I want to do what you want. Touch me again, Daddy, it aches!" The sight of Lucius above him, spreading him open, the feeling of the man touching him, was too much. He was trembling. The older Malfoy shifted a bit, moving his mouth to hover just over his son's swollen cock. He leaned in and pressed a light kiss to the tip. "I love you too, Draco." His tongue darted out and he licked a trail up the length of the hard flesh. "I love you more than anything else in this world." "Oh Daddy!" squeaked Draco. "What are you doing?" "I'm loving you, my son. I'm loving you in the way that only *I* can." He slid a hand up to Draco's mouth and rested his fingers against the boy's mouth. "Open up for Daddy, baby, lick my fingers and get them nice and wet for me, ok?" Pushing down his own need, Lucius waited for his son to obey. It was hell not to bury his aching cock deep within his son's virgin body. That was all he could think of. How tight Draco would be around him, how hot and tight, and mind blowing. But he knew that would be moving too fast. For tonight he'd be content with introducing Draco to just a finger. But one day... He would have this boy. His son. Draco didn't understand, but he did what his father asked, sucking on his father's fingers. All sorts of new feelings were racing through him. And he liked it. Lucius continued his light touches, just pressing small kisses to Draco's erection, and adding licks here and there. His tongue slid down, flicking at the boy's small sac, wanting to taste every part of Draco that he could. He didn't want to take Draco fully into his mouth until his fingers were good and wet. He would use the sensation of oral pleasure to counteract any discomfort the boy might feel. Draco squirmed and tried not to cry out. He sucked harder at his father's fingers, and his daddy's mouth was everywhere, and it felt so naughty, and so good. Pulling his fingers free from that tempting mouth, Lucius looked up. "I'm going to slide a finger into you now, son." Their eyes locked, and the older blond whispered, "Lover." He licked his lips and slid his wet fingers along the cleft of the boy's ass. "It might feel strange, but you trust that daddy won't hurt you, right?" His slick finger slid between the pale cheeks and rested against the hidden entrance. The small blond's breath hitched as he felt where Lucius' finger was. But, "Yes, Daddy," he breathed, opening his legs as far as they would go. He wasn't afraid. "Such a good boy. Daddy's precious son." Lucius rubbed his cheek against Draco's erection as his finger grazed over and over the tight ring. He had to do this just right, make sure Draco enjoyed it. With painstaking slowness he began to push his finger into the tight sheath of the younger blond's body, and at the same time he pulled the head of Draco's cock into his mouth. "Daddy!" gasped Draco, as his young body was assailed by the twin sensations. The finger that pushed inside him felt strange, but Daddy's mouth on his erection was wonderful. Even better than his hand. He arched up. He wanted more. Taking more of Draco's rigid erection into his mouth, Lucius managed to ease his finger in a bit deeper. He moaned around the hardness he was sucking on. His son was even tighter than he had imagined. His own cock twitched and ached painfully. He rubbed himself against the sheets as his tongue swirled happily around his son's arousal. Draco grabbed handfuls of the sheets as his daddy pushed his finger farther. It started to hurt a little bit, but when Lucius moaned around his erection, it made him nearly scream. He looked down at his handsome father and saw that Lucius' cock was very hard too, and the way his daddy was rubbing himself against the bed made Draco feel very hot. When his finger was as deep as it could go, Lucius began to carefully move it in and out. His other hand moved to Draco's hip and held it firmly, as his mouth plunged down to take the full length of his son's cock between his lips. He sucked hard while his finger slipped in and out of the writhing body below him. He could feel the digit drying though, and he didn't want to hurt Draco; that, and his own cock was screaming to be touched. Gently, and as slowly as he could manage, he removed his finger, and quickly brought his hand to his own erection. The boy was disappointed when Daddy removed the finger; he was starting to like it. But then the suction on his aching arousal increased, and he looked down to see daddy touching his own big hard cock. It was too much for him, and he screamed, his climax even better than before. Daddy loved him so much to give him this. Lucius heard his son's scream of completion and his mouth was quickly flooded with warm seed. He closed his mouth tight around Draco's erection and swallowed every last drop, not wanting to spill any of it. And even when his son's climax was done, he kept his cock in his mouth as he pumped his own. He thought of how tight Draco was, how it was going to feel to be buried inside that body, how Draco was going to be his and only his. He stoked himself faster, finally allowing the boy's cock to slide from his mouth so he could moan his son's name. Draco, watched, panting and still shaking from his release, as his father found his own. His own name on Lucius' lips made him shiver, and he pleasure on his face was incredibly clear. "Daddy," he whispered, "I love you." Lucius looked up, his eyes dazed, and his mouth hanging open as he tried to catch his breath. His climax had been hard and fast, leaving him shuddering and drained in the aftermath. He moved from wet spot he had created and snuggled next to his son. "I love you too Draco. My Draco." Lucius went to wipe his sticky fingers on a clean part of the sheet but paused. "Would you.. Like to taste?" He offered the fingers covered with his passion to his son. "Yes, Daddy," answered Draco, licking at them carefully. It tasted funny, but not bad. "Did you like that?" It felt so good when his daddy held him. Lucius pulled Draco close to him, holding the boy tight and pressing their warm bodies together. He planted a light kiss on his son's cheek. "I like you. And yes, I liked that. Did you?" "Very much," breathed Draco. "But why did you put your finger in me, Daddy?" Knowing he had to tread carefully, the older blond thought a moment before answering. "One day I'd like for us to be together in the most intimate way possible. I want to show you the truest form of love. But I have to get you used to it first." "Will... will it hurt?" Draco asked, wide-eyed but getting a bit sleepy. Lucius stroked his fine blond hair tenderly. "The first time it most likely will. That's why we'll wait a while before we try that. Until then there's a lot of other things daddy would like to teach you." "I want to learn, Daddy," the boy said sincerely, just before his eyes fluttered shut. He breathed evenly and deeply, utterly relaxed. Lucius got up and removed the soiled blankets and found a clean one. He pulled it over them, and took Draco back into arms. He looked down at the slumbering form of his son and smiled lovingly. This lesson had exceeded his expectations. He couldn't wait to begin the next one. part one, part two, part three, part four, part five home |