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Lucius looked over the rim of his wineglass at his son. Draco looked perfect in the candlelight, concentrating so earnestly on choosing the right fork for the salad. He so wanted to please his father, to do the right thing, and Lucius was proud of him. Only a few more weeks remained in the summer holiday, and soon he would be separated from his son again. Lucius ached at the thought; this summer they had explored so many different things, done so much, that he didn't want to be away from Draco at all. He comforted himself with the thought that he could apparate to see his son whenever he wanted, or have Draco home for a weekend as much as he wanted. "Would you like some wine, Draco?" Lucius purred, holding out the bottle.

Pulling his eyes from his polished silverware, the young blond looked up at his father in surprise. Draco had never been offered wine before. He straightened up in his chair and tried his best to look grown up. "I would love some, Father. Thank you." Draco picked up his crystal wine goblet and held it out towards his father. The boy felt so special, having a private dinner with his daddy, being offered wine like he was an adult.

Lucius smiled at Draco. He poured an inch or so of deep red wine in the glass, and said, "Sip it slowly, Draco. It's an acquired taste."

With a solemn nod Draco pulled the glass back and held it to his full lips. He took a small sip, holding the wine in his mouth for a moment and then swallowing. The liquid was rich and heavy, and was made of many tastes he had never experienced before. Draco looked into his goblet for a moment, unsure if he wanted to try another sip. He didn't want Daddy to think he was ungrateful, or had poor taste; after all, if Daddy liked it then it must be good. But the young boy didn't really find the flavor to his liking.

Watching the blond boy closely, Lucius leaned forward and said, "It's ok not to like it, Draco. But you must never show it. You must learn to hide your emotions. Never from me, of course," he added, dropping his voice. "It's just part of being a Malfoy."

Setting the goblet back onto the table, Draco lowered his head. "I'm sorry, Father. I'll work harder to be a better Malfoy." He looked up then, his eyes shining with determination. Daddy was right; he had to learn to control his reactions, and never let on what he was truly feeling. A Malfoy always had to have a cool head, and be in control in any situation. Daddy was a master at that, and Draco wanted to be just like him.

"I'm so proud of you, Draco," Lucius said sincerely. "You're beginning to understand, to grow up. But," he purred, leaning closer yet and licking his lips, "You still have many lessons to learn. Lessons which only I can teach you, Draco."

Draco's young body shivered, though the room was fairly warm; he knew exactly what kind of lessons his daddy meant. "Of course, Daddy," he breathed. "I would never let anyone else but you teach me." He looked at Lucius adoringly as he spoke, and his words were the truth. Draco couldn't imagine anyone else touching him the way Daddy did.

Possessiveness surged through Lucius like fire. His son, his Draco... the sweet ache of desire built up in him, and he felt himself hardening. Since only the two of them were dining at the Manor tonight, Draco was sitting quite close to his seat at the head of the long table. Taking advantage of that, Lucius slid one of his exquisitely booted feet between Draco's, pushing the boy's legs apart. He looked straight at his son as he did so, showing no emotion.

A startled gasp slipped past Draco's lips before he could stop it. Daddy's foot was urging his legs to spread wide, and the boy quickly complied by shifting his slender legs as far apart as he could. Draco couldn't believe his daddy would want to continue their lessons during dinner, and at the table no less! But the younger blond tried to act aloof about the whole thing, even as the hand on his fork trembled. He hoped Daddy would be proud that he was trying to be a good Malfoy.

"Good, Draco, keep them apart," whispered Lucius, his icy blue eyes raking over Draco's trembling form. "You're such a good boy..." He grasped his snake-tipped cane, always within reach, and slowly slid it under the table. He tilted it forward, so that the wooden staff pressed against the inside of Draco's knee. He slowly slid it forward, inching it up the inside of the boy's spread thigh. All this, he did without changing his calm, speculative demeanor.

Biting into his lower lip, the younger blond tried to remain quiet as the cane slowly moved higher. Draco's thighs quivered as he strained not to wiggle in his seat. Daddy looked completely calm where he was sitting, as if nothing were happening. Draco tried to emulate the older man, tried to pretend that he was doing nothing more than having a quiet dinner. He failed as the cane moved higher and he let out a whimper.

"Control, Draco," murmured Lucius, sliding the cane higher. "Do you like how this feels? Are you getting hard right now? Tell, me, Draco," the older blond asked. "But calmly." His own cock was rock hard, but he wouldn't let it show. Draco would learn control.

Draco opened his mouth to speak, but found he was severely tongue tied. Daddy's cane was nudging ever closer to his rapidly hardening arousal, the nearness of it impairing the boy's speech. He swallowed a few times and closed his eyes. Daddy had told him to be calm, to be in control, and above all else he wanted to please the older man. Draco took a few deep breaths and opened his eyes. Forcing himself not to think of the hard wooden staff caressing his thigh, he replied as calmly as he could. "Yes, Father. I like how it feels. It's making me very hard, and if it's not too much to ask I'd like more. Please."

Lucius allowed a small smile of pride to tug at his lips. He wished he could throw Draco onto the table right now and ravish him, but this would be an excellent lesson in control. "Very good, Draco," he replied, letting his voice caress the boy. "Very well said." Just the thought of his beautiful son sitting so close, and so aroused, tested his own control. He slid the cane higher, until it rested just at the juncture of thigh and body. "Would you like to be touched more, Draco? Can you handle it?"

Curling his hands into fists, Draco resisted the urge to touch himself, or worse, to rub his supple body against the cane. His fingernails dug into his palms, and the slight pain helped him keep a tenuous hold on his control. His daddy was pushing him to the edge of his limited restraint. The older man was too sensual; his voice was like liquid desire as it washed over the boy. Draco had to fight not to be swept away by the mere sound of his daddy's deep, erotic tone. Somehow, he did fight it, and for a moment he was able to catch the man's eyes. "Honestly, Father? I'm not sure if I could handle it." Draco's voice was breathy and low the lust he felt seeping into his words. "Just looking at you arouses me. I want you so badly I ache."

It was Lucius' turn to bite back a moan. Draco continued to surprise him with his willing wantonness. The boy was surely seducing him as much as the other way around. The boy was every inch a Malfoy, no doubt about that. "Draco," he purred. "I want you too. I want to show you everything." He slid the cane the last inch, letting the smooth metal of the snake's head press just slightly against the hard line of Draco's cock. He kept the sharp fangs turned away from the boy and was just starting to rub slowly up and down when he was startled by a door slamming at the darkened end of the room. His head snapped up, his eyes flashing in anger. The house-elves wouldn't dare disturb him at dinner.

The impatient click of high heeled shoes sounded on the gleaming floor. A figure emerged from the shadows, and made its way quickly towards the table. It was Narcissa Malfoy, looking as perfectly coifed and haughty as ever. The only expression she wore was that of cold disdain as she quickly crossed the large room. "Lucius? What are you doing in here?"

Lucius felt a sneer curl his face automatically at the shrill tones of his wife's voice. How he had ever found Narcissa even remotely attractive enough to sleep with escaped him. He schooled his voice into neutral tones as he answered, "Why, I'm having dinner with my son, Narcissa, as should be obvious. You're home early." He stopped the cane's movement but didn't remove it from between Draco's legs, preventing the boy from closing them.

With a slightly shaking hand, Draco reached out and picked up his water glass. He took a few long sips, and stared intently at the table cloth. He had been shocked to see his mother walk in, and was glad she didn't know what they were really doing. Daddy hadn't removed the cane, so he was forced to sit there with his legs still spread wide. It was torture, and Draco knew the older man was doing it on purpose. He set the glass down and tried to look bored and petulant so that he wouldn't give anything away. Sharp eyes flicked to Draco, biting into him with their frigid glare. Narcissa sized her son up; he looked as bratty and intolerable as ever. She could never understand why her husband spent so much time with their son. To her, children were messy and a nuisance, Draco especially. He was always following Lucius around, demanding his attention; and for some unfathomable reason, Lucius indulged him. She patted her ice blonde hair, and kept her spine rigid. "You should send him off to bed. He needs to learn that he can't spend every waking moment with you."

Raising a perfect eyebrow, Lucius noted with distaste that Narcissa appeared to be somewhat drunk. "Don't ever refer to our son as 'he,' Narcissa," he said with warning. "His name is Draco, if you can't remember. Also, do not speak as if Draco is not in the room. You will address the Malfoy heir with the respect he deserves." Lucius fought hard to keep his voice from showing all the resentment he felt at being interrupted. He still didn't remove the cane, though, just moved it slowly up and down on Draco's thigh, not quite touching his arousal. "Will you join us for dinner?" he added, not because he wanted it, but because it was expected.

Biting hard on the inside of his cheek, Draco forced himself not to make a sound as his father continued to torment him, while his mother glared daggers at him. The young blond shifted slightly in his chair, the only indication that was achingly hard and desperate to be touched. Trying to match his daddy's cool tone, he addressed Narcissa. "Yes, Mother, won't you join us?"

Drawing her lips into a tight line, Narcissa slid gracefully into the chair next to Lucius; placing herself across from Draco. She turned her icy stare to her husband as she elegantly smoothed her napkin across her lap. "I know our son's name, Lucius. And if anyone needs a lesson in respect, it's him. You spoil him far too much. He thinks he's better than everyone else." Her perfectly manicured hand reached for the wine bottle and she liberally filled her goblet with the dark liquid. "He'd do well to remember his place."

"And you'd do well to remember yours," hissed Lucius, trying to contain his anger at his wife's attitude. Things were infinitely better around Malfoy Manor when she was away, which was most of the time. His anger cooled into maliciousness as he thought of Narcissa's horror, if she knew what he was doing with their son while she was gone. Not that she'd care, particularly, except for the possible impact on her social status. "So," Lucius said as cordially as possible into the cooling silence, "How was your trip?"

"It was pleasant enough, I suppose," Narcissa replied coolly. "It was nice to be around adults only." She looked pointedly at Draco during the last sentence, letting him know just how unwelcome he was. She lifted her wine glass and took a long sip. After she swallowed she looked at the goblet, and then Lucius, a cruel smile forming on her face. "So, what's the occasion? I know it wasn't my homecoming, since I obviously interrupted your dinner. You never serve this. Ever."

"No occasion," said Lucius carefully, studying his wife's expression. Narcissa was obviously up to something. "Merely enjoying my son's company. Why do you ask?" Under the table, he slid the cane closer to Draco's arousal again, wanting to be sure the boy was still hard. The idea of what he was doing to their son, just feet away from his mother, made him even more aroused. The delicious irony of it pleased him endlessly.

Jerking slightly as his daddy's cane almost touched his erection, Draco's knee banged against the table, making the silverware clatter. He fisted his hands in the fabric of his trousers and looked down at his plate. He could feel both his parents' gazes on him, and he didn't dare look up. "I'm sorry..."

"That's all right, Draco, no harm done," said Lucius soothingly, backing off slightly with the cane. He had his proof that his son was still aroused. He wanted to keep him that way.

Narrowing her eyes, Narcissa grimaced at her son. The child was so clumsy, and always an interruption with her time with Lucius. "That is exactly why I don't like him at the table. He has no manners whatsoever." She let out a long suffering sigh, and was about to turn the conversation back to herself when she spotted Draco's wine glass. Her eyes widened for a moment, and then went hard.

After his daddy had excused his accidental reaction, the blond boy's body relaxed a little. His slender form was still drawn and tense due to his unabated arousal, but there was little he could do to help that. Draco had been very worried that Daddy would be angry because he hadn't controlled himself better. However, his momentary relief was canceled when his mother made biting remarks about his manners. He didn't know why the woman disliked him so much, he was trying his best to be a proper Malfoy. It was rather difficult though, to be a proper anything, when a man like Daddy was ruthlessly teasing him.

"Draco's manners are impeccable, unlike yours, Narcissa," Lucius shot back. "I believe I told you not to speak about *my* son in that manner." A cold fury was growing in him, a need to be rid of this woman forever. Would that he could manage it; some things were beyond even his abilities to get away with.

"Your son? YOUR son? I believe he is my son as well, much to my dismay." Her eyes moved back to Draco's goblet, all but ignoring the anger she could feel radiating from her husband. She was so tired of this! Lucius had always treated Draco better than he treated her. Stupid, worthless brat. "Of course it's no wonder he has poor manners, since his father is letting him drink." She lifted her own glass and slowly drained half of it. "What's next, Lucius? What else will you allow him to get away with?"

Lucius couldn't help it; he let a smirk settle on to his face and he moved the cane back up, until it rested lightly, directly on Draco's arousal. Which, he noted with approval, hadn't diminished in the slightest. Neither had his. He was enjoying this tableau. "Yes, *my* son," Lucius replied softly. "His name is Draco Malfoy. Malfoy. *My* name. Given to you under sufferance and ill advice. He'll drink if I decide it, and he'll 'get away with' whatever I choose as well." He stared challengingly at his beautiful but ice cold wife. "Any other questions?"

Narcissa finished off her wine, and refilled the glass. She was half tempted to throw it in Lucius' face, but she knew better. Pushing her husband with words was one thing, insulting him in that way would be quite another. Even though they had been married for years she still carried a slight fear of Lucius. But right now she was close to being drunk, getting closer with each sip of wine, and losing some of her cool calmness. "Just one question, Lucius. Why do you prefer that brat's company over mine?"

Draco watched the whole scene unfolding with horror. His mother was steadily drinking, and with each glass she seemed to say things that were making Daddy more and more mad. Not that Daddy was showing it. No, Lucius looked as collected as he always did. Strong, and powerful, and fully in control. Draco's cock ached, and he subtly nudged it against the tip of the cane. He wanted to be as good a Malfoy as Daddy was. He wanted to make Daddy proud; then maybe Daddy would show him some mercy and they could have another lesson. Soon hopefully, as Draco wanted to scream with his need for release. He forced himself to be calm, and as he nudged himself against the cane again he lifted his own wine glass. The boy aimed an icy smile at his mother and took a long sip, showing none of his distaste at the flavor of the drink. "It's a good wine, isn't it, Mother?"

Lucius hid a smile at his son's behaviour. Draco certainly learned fast, and he obviously was learning to see his mother for what she was. Not to mention the boy obviously wanted more of their lessons, by the way he was shamelessly pressing against the cane. Together, father and son would be a formidable pair, he knew. "Your mother has always appreciated a fine wine, Draco. Usually too much," he sneered. He turned to Narcissa. "As for why I prefer Draco's company to yours, that should be obvious." He leaned closer, smiling dangerously. "Draco is well-mannered and polite and brilliant, everything you're not. He doesn't spend all his time shopping or drunk. Now go pass out somewhere and leave us to our meal in peace." Lucius sat back, his amiable smile giving no hint of the malicious words he had just spoken.

Gripping her wine glass even tighter, Narcissa glared outright at Lucius. Her eyes shone with all the frigid hatred that she felt for both him, and her son. "Maybe I do like to drink," she waved her goblet around, splashing some of the liquid onto the tablecloth, "but you drove me to it. Both of you." She looked at the boy sitting across from her; he looked so smug, quite assured in the fact that Lucius liked him best. "You may be his favorite now, Draco, but one day he'll hold you in the same contempt he holds me." Her anger was building steadily until it all but consumed her. She eyed her glass again, noting it was still half full. A wicked smile pulled at her thin lips. She might be afraid of Lucius, but her son was nothing more than a Daddy's boy. She stood, knocking her chair back as she teetered slightly. "Your son may be brilliant and well mannered," she said with a sneer, "but now he's also wet." Before either could reply she tossed her remaining wine in Draco's face, and then threw the glass over her shoulder. "Have a lovely meal. Enjoy your wine, son." She gave them both a final look of contempt, and then walked away with her head held high.

Draco could only sit in shock for a moment, wine dripping down his face. He couldn't believe his mother had just done that! Angrily, he picked up his napkin and dried his face. Wine had splattered his clothing as well, but there was little he could do to fix it. The boy looked over at his father; Draco had no idea what to do in this situation. He almost cringed at the look on the older man's face; Daddy was *angry*.

Lucius sat staring at the closed door in disbelief. The bitch had gone too far this time. His mind was already working on plans to get rid of her forever. Perhaps it was time to call in some favours. In the meantime, he planned on making Narcissa's life a living hell. And he knew just where to begin. Reluctantly, he withdrew the cane from its place so he could draw his wand. He slid the length from its place with relish; he would enjoy this immensely. First things first; he recited a cleaning spell that removed all traces of the wine from Draco's clothes and face. Then, he murmured a more complex spell, one that would start to take effect when Narcissa woke the next day. He returned his wand to its place, then turned to look at his son, some of his anger abated. "Draco, I apologise for your poor excuse of a mother. It was my poor judgment in marrying her, and believe me, if I could do anything to change that sad fact, I would." He paused to take a deep breath. "However. It appears that we are alone at last, and I wish to waste no more time speaking of that woman." He said the last word with as much venom as he could muster. "I am extremely proud of your restraint tonight, both toward your mother's words and actions. In a few days, she will have more things to worry about." He leaned closer, dropping his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "She'll be completely bald. Temporary, of course, but believe me, her name is no coincidence and that will be hitting her where it hurts most. Now, I wish I could do something more severe, but my hands are tied at the moment." He sat back, smiling more genuinely at his son. "But there are much more pleasant things we could be discussing. Such as, I would like to reward you for your very Malfoy-like behaviour this evening."

Smoothing back his now clean hair, Draco smiled back at the older man with pure devotion. Daddy was so smart! And so wicked; Draco almost giggled at the thought of his mother with no hair. He sat up a little straighter as his Daddy mentioned a reward, and the blond all but beamed in pleasure when he was complimented on being a good Malfoy. He had made Daddy proud! "Do you think we could have another lesson, Father?" He asked hopefully. All the strain during dinner would be worth it if they could continue their lessons. Draco tried to keep his expression aloof, but he couldn't hide the eagerness he felt.

Lucius had hoped that Draco would ask for more; his arousal returned rapidly at the thought of what his son wanted. He tried to hide his own eagerness to touch that perfect smooth flesh again. "Yes, Draco, I think that would be quite enjoyable," he said, keeping the desire from his voice as he returned the cane to its former spot. "Are you still hard for me, Draco?" he purred.

Arching his back, the younger Malfoy rocked his hips forward, shamelessly rubbing his erection against the head of the cane. "So hard, Daddy." He bit his lower lip, and looked at Lucius. Draco knew he wasn't keeping a good grasp on his control, but he wanted his Daddy so badly! "Does saying that make me a bad Malfoy," the blond looked directly at the older man, his eyes full of undisguised lust. "Or a good one?" Again, he pushed his hard cock against the cane, wishing it was Daddy instead.

Lucius did moan this time; Draco was far too good at this. "Good, very good, Draco," he nearly growled. "Stand up so I can see how hard you are," he commanded. His cock ached, and he knew he had to possess his son fully, and soon.

Obeying quickly, the boy pushed his chair away from the table and stood. He didn't know if Daddy could see clearly how aroused he was so he moved closer; coming to stand right beside the man's chair. Draco kept his arms at his side, and his spine straight. He really, really wanted to touch himself, but he knew how angry that made Daddy. So, he stood, and waited as patiently as he could, knowing he would reap the benefits very soon. "All I ever wanted to be was a good Malfoy, Daddy," he purred softly. "I want to please you..."

Draco was killing him, Lucius could nearly climax in his pants from the things his perfect son was saying. "And I cannot wait for you to please me, Draco," he breathed, letting his eyes travel down the lithe body. He could clearly see the boy's hard cock through his pants, and he couldn't wait to caress it. He wanted to make his son scream for him. "You look perfect, my son."

Thank you, Daddy," Draco whispered huskily. He fought the urge to fidget as the older man's eyes raked over him. Draco wasn't nervous at being looked at; in fact he loved when Daddy looked at him this way. It made Draco feel so sexy, so wanted; there was nothing more arousing to the boy than the lust in Lucius' eyes. A tremor of desire shook his slender frame, and it was all Draco could do not to fall to his knees and beg for a touch. He licked his lips at the thought; being on his knees before Daddy sounded wonderful.

Slowly, savoring every second of anticipation, Lucius raised a hand and let it hover, less than an inch from the boy's cloth-clad erection. He fancied he could feel the heat from the boy's arousal through the trousers. "Do you want me to touch you, Draco?"

Daddy's hand was so close, all the blond boy had to was move forward a step and it would be touching him. He fought the need to move, trying to keep some control like Daddy said he was supposed to. He managed not to move, but he couldn't help the urgency of his tone. "Please!" He begged.

"I am impressed by your control, Draco," said Lucius softly, as he pressed one fingertip against the hard bulge in front of him. He dragged it upward, slowly, feeling the erection pulse under his finger. "I think you're almost ready for more."

Biting down hard on his lower lip, Draco kept from rocking his hips into the touch; his pale hands tightened into fists with the effort. Daddy had never made his wait this long before; Draco thought he'd go mad, so great was his arousal. He didn't know how the older man was able to stay so collected, while he was ready to sob from the strain. Daddy's finger was hardly touching him, it was just brushing over his trapped cock, and yet Draco thought he might come from that simple sensation alone.

Taking pity on the trembling boy, Lucius murmured, "Take your shoes off, Draco." As he said this, he slid his hand up to unbuckle the boy's belt.

Not wanting to move too much, lest Daddy take his hand back, Draco toed his shoes off and pushed them aside with his foot. He looked down anxiously at the hand on his belt, wondering why it was taking so long to come off. His young body was quivering with excitement. Draco wanted to rip his clothes off and leap into Daddy's lap, but he held back. Daddy was in charge, and Draco knew from experience that following his orders would result in great pleasure.

Languidly, Lucius unbuckled Draco's belt, touching him as little as possible. He knew that the boy was on the edge already, and he wanted this to last. Once the belt was loose, he unbuttoned the trousers and unzipped them. They fell to mid thigh, showing that Draco wore silky white boxers underneath. They already had a wet spot from the boy's excitement. He pulled at the boxers until they too were at mid-thigh, exposing Draco's erection. He just looked for a long moment, at the proof of his son's desire for him. He licked his lips, then said, "Now unbutton your shirt."

With shaky, fumbling hands, Draco reached for the buttons of his shirt. He felt so vulnerable standing partially naked before Daddy; his pants were pulled down just enough to expose how hard he was, and his shirt was quickly undone to bare his fair chest. Draco didn't remove the shirt, Daddy hadn't told him to, so he just left it hanging open. His legs wobbled slightly as the older man looked over his half clothed body. There was something dark and wicked in Lucius' eyes; Draco had no idea that his own eyes projected the same look.

There was only one word for Draco, and it was perfect; standing there exposed to him, the boy had no idea how much control he had over his father. If Draco wanted to stop their lessons now, Lucius would never force the boy. But he ached to possess his son, to show the boy everything. He never even realised he had spoken the word "perfect" aloud. He ran one hand reverently down the boy's lithe torso, pushing the shirt away from Draco's creamy skin. "Take your pants off, Draco," he said hoarsely.

With an impish grin, Draco pushed his pants all the way down and stepped out of them. Once he was free, he stood proudly facing the older man. "Is there anything else you'd like me to remove, Daddy?" The blond smoothed his shirt, fingers purposefully brushing over his hardening nipples. He felt deliciously naughty doing these things with Daddy, but Daddy had said he was perfect. Draco had never been happier. He knew better than to smile too widely, or even let on that he heard the compliment. He kept the one precious word to himself, as he offered his young body to the man he adored more than anything else.

"No," whispered Lucius. "Just like that..." He stood up. Without even his wand, Lucius murmured a spell and with a wave of his hand the table cleared itself. He bent and easily picked up Draco, holding the smaller body tight against him, savoring the feeling of the boy's hardness pressed against him. He sat Draco on the cleared table carefully. "Now lie down." His cock pulsed in anticipation. "I want to touch you..."

Doing as he was bid, the blond boy laid himself out on the table. His hair fanned out across the expensive tablecloth, and his unbuttoned shirt slid farther apart to reveal more flesh to his Daddy's hungry gaze. "Is this good, Daddy?"

Biting back a whimper, Lucius let his eyes roam over his beautiful son. So willing, so wanton, so aroused for him. "Very good, Draco," he replied softly. Stepping closer, he leaned over and brushed his lips gently against his son's.

Draco lifted his head to be able to return the kiss as fully as he could. He lifted his arms and took hold of Lucius' shoulders, not wanting the man to move away. After so much teasing he wanted to prolong all the contact they shared. "Please, Daddy.. More.." Draco arched his slim body towards the man above him, hoping to entice him to touch.

There was no way Lucius could resist. Slowly, reverently, he placed a hand on Draco's chest and drew it downward. He splayed his fingers to touch as much silky skin as possible. His other hand slid down Draco's thigh, pushing at the knee to spread the boy's legs.

Feeling Daddy's strong hand on his knee, the blond quickly spread his creamy thighs in response. Draco's chest arched upwards as Daddy's fingers danced over the soft skin. "Daddy," he moaned. He wanted to ask for so much, to beg the older man to do so many things to him, but his tongue seemed frozen. Draco was a slave to his Daddy's whims, and even thought it was torture, it was ecstasy as well.

Draco's sweet voice calling to him spurred Lucius on. He slid his hand up the inside of the boy's thigh, looking down at his son offering himself. Spread open, completely exposed, absolutely vulnerable to anything Lucius wanted to do to him. And so willing and aroused by it, as hard as Lucius himself. A moan escaped his lips, and with a shaking hand he fumbled at his own trousers. The button seemed far too difficult now. Finally, he managed it, opening the trousers just enough to free his rock hard length. He kept one hand on Draco's thigh, though, moving slowly upward, to the boy's virgin entrance.

With a low, and very sensual whimper, Draco lifted his hips, and urged Daddy to continue moving his hand. The one on the boy's chest had been taken away, and right after, Draco had heard the sound of a zipper being pulled. He knew that Daddy was undressing and it made his young body quiver with anticipation. He ached to touch himself, to relive some of the pleasant pressure that had built inside him, but he didn't dare. He had to wait, to control himself. If Daddy's hand would only keep moving, then Draco knew it would be worth restraining himself.

"God, Draco, you're so beautiful," Lucius groaned as he stared down at his son, drawing out his arousal. The tip was wet with his need, and the proximity of the boy's entrance was nearly too much. He let his hand slide up the last few centimeters, until his thumb touched Draco's opening. "I want you so much," he whispered, moving his thumb in gentle circles on the boy's soft skin, teasing his entrance, opening him further.

Pale hips shot up, and slender thighs parted more. "I'm yours Daddy," Draco whispered heatedly. "You can have me." The younger Malfoy tried to push down on the finger that was ghosting over the entrance to his body. Draco remembered the times that Daddy had put fingers inside him, and his cock pulsed. He wondered if Daddy would do that again; it had felt so good before.

Never in his life had Lucius felt so out of control, so on the edge of losing grasp of his resolve. Resolve not to fully take Draco until he was older, ready. He pushed harder, his thumb just entering Draco's body, gently opening him. The boy's words set him on fire, and he stroked his own cock as he stared down at Draco, offering himself.

Draco's eyes went wide, and he sucked in a gasped breath. His head thrashed on the table, blond hair flying every which way as the boy felt a gentle finger just barely enter him. Draco's fingers twisted into the tablecloth, tearing frantically at the expensive material. His young body was being pushed to its limit; Daddy just kept teasing and teasing. "Please," he cried desperately, "Daddy, please.."

"Please, what, Draco?" breathed Lucius, stroking his cock as he slid a finger inside the boy. So close... he leaned farther, closer, rubbing his rock hard length against Draco's inner thigh.

The young body quaked when it felt that large, hard cock pressing against it. Draco had never been more aroused, had never needed his Daddy more. The boy knew he was totally at his Daddy's mercy; he was spread out under the man and more than willing to agree to whatever Daddy wanted. He shifted his leg so that it rubbed against Lucius' erection and tormented the man in the way Draco was being tormented. "I need you, Daddy." Draco whispered feverishly. "You're the only who can satisfy me..." He moved his hips, trying to urge Daddy's finger deeper inside his virgin passage. Draco hoped this would get his message across quite clearly.

Lucius groaned; it was all he could do not to ram his aching cock deep inside his son. "No, Draco..." he said, trying to remember why he couldn't just do it. "I..." he trailed off as Draco rubbed against him. He was barely able to summon some lubrication; even the easiest spells were next to impossible when faced with such temptation. He coated his fingers with the slippery substance and slowly pushed one finger inside Draco. So tight... the boy's body gripped him perfectly. With the other hand, he guided his cock to rub against Draco's. He thrust, the lubrication causing his thick length to slide easily along the boy's. "God..."

Arching his back, the blond boy slammed his hips up clumsily. A relived sob tore from his throat as his Daddy finally began to touch him in earnest. Draco let go of his hold on the tablecloth, and reached up to grip the older man's shoulder so he could more easily bring their bodies together. The boy wanted firmer pressure on his cock, more friction, more sensation; he could feel a white-hot climax building within him, and he wanted only to succumb to it.

Draco's eagerness only made Lucius hotter. He slid another finger into the boy as he let Draco pull him down. He crushed his mouth to his son's, their tongues twisting together, and he wrapped his hand around Draco's cock.

It was almost more than Draco could bear; so many assaults on his already over-aroused body. Daddy's hand on his erection, Daddy's tongue in his mouth, Daddy's fingers inside him; the older man was plundering every part of Draco's body, and the boy was delighting in it. His tongue met Lucius' as he kissed back with all the vigor he felt, his hips shot up pushing his cock more fully into the hand around it. Daddy was over him, in him; at that moment Lucius was all that existed in Draco's world.

All Lucius could think of was how perfect Draco was, how perfect this feeling was, as he kissed his son on the dining table. He slid two fingers in and out of Draco, then dared to add another. He stroked the boy's cock more firmly to distract him from the added width, and moved his head down to lap at his nipples. He rubbed his erection against the soft skin; he wanted to eat Draco alive.

"Daddy," The young boy whimpered. He knew there was no way he could stave off his release much longer. Daddy's fingers were filling his body, stretching him so that he'd be ready for the man to enter him. Shivers of delight raced down Draco's spine just at the thought of being taken by his strong, powerful Daddy. That, combined with the mouth teasing his nipples, and the hand stroking his cock with rough, yet precise movement, had him balancing on the fringe of orgasm. He writhed sensually under Lucius, caring nothing for decorum or manners. Draco's only concerns were that Daddy keep touching him, and that he be allowed to surrender to his fast approaching climax.

Lucius knew that Draco was teetering on the edge of release; he wanted his son to scream in passion for him. So he pulled back, and through eyes heavy-lidded with desire he watched his son writhe. With as much rhythm as he could manage in his own aroused state, he fucked Draco with his fingers as he stroked the boy's cock faster and faster. "Draco..." he moaned. "I love you..."

Disbelief flooded Draco's eyes. His hips kept moving, pressing down to drive Daddy's fingers deeper, and then thrusting up to slide his cock through Daddy's fingers; all the while his mind was trying to process the words Lucius had moaned to him. Daddy had said he loved Draco. Love. It was a word so rarely, if ever, said in the Malfoy home; and Daddy had said it to him.. Draco's mouth fell open in a wordless cry of pleasure as his young form began to shake with the beginnings of his orgasm. Daddy loved him. The words alone were enough to send Draco into climax, and climax he did. He came almost violently, his warm essence spilling from his cock and coating Daddy's hand; his body clenching around the fingers nestled deep inside him. The blond boy's body was quaking greatly as release drained every ounce of strength from him, leaving him relaxed and sated as he lay spread on the table. Daddy loved him...

Draco's body tightened around his fingers, and Lucius watched as his son's body shook with pleasure. The thought that he was giving his son this, only him, made him nearly climax. He continued to move his hands until the boy was finished, then he withdrew his fingers carefully, noting that Draco had easily taken three fingers. If he could take that, he could take Lucius' cock inside him... He leaned down and kissed his son, once again rubbing his cock against Draco.

With a soft purr, the boy closed his eyes and lifted his hips to meet Daddy's. He knew the older man was still hard, and Draco wanted to give back the pleasure he'd been given. "What do you want, Daddy?" He asked softly, seductively. "I'll give you anything you ask..."

"Draco..." groaned Lucius, nearly out of control. He thrust against the boy, his seed making him slide against the smooth skin easily. Too easily... Propping himself with one arm on the table, Lucius took his arousal in the other hand and rubbed it against Draco's thigh. So close... he tortured himself by rubbing it against the cleft of the boy's still-spread buttocks. "I... can't.... not until you're older..."

Draco slid his hands up Lucius' chest, the look in his eyes hungry and possessive. "I'm yours. I've always been Daddy's little Draco." His pale fingers danced over the older man's collar bone, his hips shifting so that Daddy's cock nudged against the entrance to his body. Draco sucked in a deep breath, and licked his lips. "I love you, Daddy. I want you to be the one to have me."

"Fuck," Lucius hissed, the unaccustomed profanity slipping unintentionally from his lips. How could his son, just a child, be able to undo him so completely? He was pressing his hard cock against the entrance to Draco's body, the skin so hot it burned him. He thrust, but moved up, so his length rubbed against the boy's thigh instead. "Not... yet...." He was so close to losing control... he started to pump his erection, stroking himself quickly, unable to tear his eyes away from his beautiful son. He ran his free hand down Draco's body, thrusting into his own hand frantically. "Draco..."

"Daddy," the boy moaned sensually, pouring all his desire and emotion into the single utterance. He propped himself up on his elbows and watched with half lidded eyes as Lucius stroked his cock. Draco wanted to help, but he was loathe to interrupt the amazing sight of his Daddy touching himself. Lucius was the very picture of masculine sexuality, and the younger blond hoped that one day he'd look as magnificent as Daddy did right now.

The sight of Draco lying there, debauched and moaning for him, took Lucius over the edge. He decided that next time, next lesson, he would fully take Draco. He just couldn't wait any longer. He was addicted, and he didn't want to stop. He stroked faster, and his knees nearly gave out as his climax began. He stroked, letting his seed pulse out over Draco's body, covering his son with his need. "Mine..." he groaned.

Arching his back, the boy brought his body closer to his Daddy; a loud cry of satisfaction sounded from his lips as he felt the warmth of the other's climax splashing him. "Yes, Daddy, yes!" Draco's free hand slid through the seed covering his body, relishing in the knowledge that Daddy wanted him so much. "This belongs only to you." His sticky fingers trailed up to caress his hard nipples, further spreading Lucius' essence over his pale skin.

Watching his son revel in their passion, Lucius rode out the rest of his climax. It couldn't be wrong, this perfect union of theirs. Nothing this good could be wrong. He bent down and captured his son's lips, kissing him tenderly, already looking forward to their next lesson. He reached for his wand and cleaned them both, then gathered Draco in his arms.

Draco rather missed the sensation of Daddy's seed on his skin, but being cradled in the older man's arms was an even better feeling. The blond boy returned the embrace, pressing their bodies even closer. "Can I sleep in your bed tonight, Daddy?" He asked hopefully. He knew his mother was long gone, and Draco wanted nothing more than to be wrapped in those strong arms all night long.

"Of course, Draco. I'd love that," Lucius answered, holding his son tightly. He carried him up the stairs carefully. He lay him in his huge bed, and stretched out next to him. "Goodnight, Draco."

Shifting his smaller form, Draco cuddled up next to his Daddy and sighed contentedly. As he was pulled into slumber the boy's mind was already anticipating their next lesson.