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* * * * * * * * * * * Lucius sat at his huge mahogany
desk, trying to concentrate on the Daily Prophet on his desk. It wasn't easy,
though; his mind kept straying to his delectable son and his wicked body. The
boy was set to come home from school for a long weekend, and he couldn't wait.
It had been weeks since he'd seen Draco, touched him,
and he *ached* with need for the boy. He was already hard just thinking about
seeing him. He'd packed Narcissa off to Lucius wanted to take his and Draco's relationship a step further, and soon. He didn't
know how much longer he could hold himself back from taking the boy completely.
Since they'd begun their "lessons" in earnest, he hadn't touched
anyone else. All he wanted, all he thought about was Draco.
And what he wanted to do to him, with him. He wanted to show his son the
ultimate in pleasure. Draco was so perfectly
responsive; the boy was a natural. And Draco wanted
this just as much as he did. Draco's owl in response
to Lucius' invitation for the weekend had held a
thinly veiled promise, one that had aroused Lucius
instantly. He knew Draco wasn't yet ready to be
penetrated by his father's cock, but Lucius wanted to
get the boy a bit more ready this weekend. Lucius glanced at the clock; he'd
sent a portkey scheduled for 7pm. Draco
should be here any moment. He smoothed back his long blond hair and adjusted
his trapped erection. He couldn't wait. Thankfully, he didn't have to. At precisely "Draco," Lucius purred. He let his eyes travel all over his son; it
had only been weeks since he had seen him but it seemed like a lifetime. Draco looked taller and stronger already. And so perfectly
sensual it made Lucius' cock twitch with need. His
son stood there, perfectly poised, but he knew the sexuality that lay beneath
the calm exterior. His son stood there, waiting for him, waiting for
permission... "I've missed you, my son. We've got the place to ourselves,
all alone for a whole weekend. I think we've got a great deal of catching up to
do, don't we?" He let the statement lay, seeing
how Draco would respond. It was hard for the younger Malfoy
to maintain the unaffected visage that he knew his father expected. A whole weekend
alone, just him and his daddy... Draco wanted to cry
out with delight and climb straight into the man's lap. Not that he thought
Daddy would mind that last bit. A small, almost wicked smile formed on his lips
as he wondered if Lucius was as aroused as he already
was. Just the way his daddy seemed to purr his name made the boy weak in the
knees. "I've missed you too, Father," Draco
breathed, "And I'd like nothing more than to spend the weekend... catching
up." He raised his eyebrows, letting the older man know he was aware of
the erotic undertone to the small talk they were making. Then he took it one
step further by letting his tongue slip out and glide
over his full lips. He knew how much Daddy liked his mouth. Lucius' eyes were glued to Draco's perfect mouth, just as the boy had intended.
Suddenly he had to touch Draco, find out if the boy
was hard for him. Touch that mouth, that skin... "Indeed? Why don't you
come over here and tell me just how you'd like to start catching up?" In
truth, he wanted nothing more than to throw the younger blond down on the huge
desk and grind their erections together. "Of course, Father," Draco
replied obediently as he sauntered around the large, gleaming desk. His eyes
wandered up and down Lucius' body, the mere sight of
his daddy making him harder and harder with each step he took. When he reached
the other side, Draco turned his father's chair so
that they were facing and then he kneeled before him. He knew how much Daddy
liked it when he was perfectly submissive. "I want you," he confessed
in a quick whisper. "You're all I think about, Daddy." Only through steely control was Lucius
able to stop a moan from escaping his lips at Draco's
actions. Did the boy really know the effect he had on him? He looked down at Draco's blond head and reminded himself he had to keep up
the slow, deliberate pace. Though his body was screaming for
more. Since he had confirmed that Draco was
indeed coming home for the weekend, Lucius hadn't as
much as touched himself; he wanted to build up the
anticipation. Now he was regretting that, but he had to have just a taste...
"I think of you a great deal too, Draco. Do come sit on Daddy's lap for a moment." Scrambling to his feet, the boy gladly climbed up into his
daddy's lap, and situated himself until he was comfortable. It didn't seem to
matter how old he was, or how much he'd grown, when he sat in Lucius' lap he was always Daddy's little Draco. "Will you touch me, Daddy?" He asked in
the same voice that used to beg for stories, but now begged for a far more
sinful pastime. "I've been a good boy, I promise." Now, with Draco on his lap,
wiggling, trying to press against him as much as possible, begging to be
touched, Lucius did moan. There was no way he could
refuse the boy anything right now. "Of course, Draco,
when you ask so nicely," he purred. "But only a
bit. I don't want you... worn out for later." Lucius
reached for the clasp on Draco's robes, unfastening
it. Draco tried his best to be still,
but Lucius was going painfully slow. He wanted his
father to rip open his robes and run his large, strong hands all over his body.
Draco leaned his head back and rested it on the older
man's shoulder, turning his face so that his warm breath blew across his neck
in a way he hoped would spur his father to hurry. After weeks of waiting the
time it was taking to undress him seemed like an eternity. "Daddy.." he whimpered sweetly. "Patience, Draco,"
growled Lucius softly. The boy was trying to drive
him mad. Finally, he had Draco's shirt hanging open
and he ran his hand possessively over the creamy smooth chest. Then he slid it
down lower, stopping just at the waist of the boy's trousers. "Tell me
what you want, Draco. I want to hear you say
it." A choked moan fell from the boy's lips as Lucius growled deeply, erotically, into his ear. Draco loved when he made his daddy all rough and needy with
lust; loved the sensation of Daddy's hands stroking across his skin. "I'm
yours, Daddy," he said huskily, "All I want
is for you to take me..." His hand slid over Lucius'
and tried to guide it into his pants. "I thought I'd been teaching you some control, Draco," Lucius said, barely
in control himself. He pulled his hand from Draco's,
and instead of sliding it inside the boy's pants he traced the outline of the boy's
arousal through the material. He squeezed gently, rhythmically, teasing them
both. With a loud cry, Draco's entire
body shivered under the simple, torturous touch. "I do have control,
Daddy," he argued in a desire- taut voice. "All the boys want to touch
me, but I won't let them because I'm yours. I'm Daddy's." He shifted,
purposefully rubbing himself against Lucius' hard
cock. "You're the only one I want..," he stopped to let out a carnal
moan as the older man's fingers lightly squeezed his aching cock, "inside
me." Against his will, Lucius scowled.
He pushed away the rage that thoughts of anyone else touching his Draco brought on. "And you will *always* be mine, Draco," he growled. "All mine. Completely."
He unfastened the boy's trousers and pushed them and the boxers out of the way,
exposing Draco to his eyes. "This is mine to
touch, to stroke..." He wrapped his hand around Draco's
hard length and pumped it slowly. Draco's eyes slipped shut and his
slender hips shot up as the older man began to stroke his arousal. All those
nights at school when he'd been alone in his bed he had dreamed of this, of his
father. No boy could ever make him feel the same desire that Lucius did; he belonged to his daddy. "Yes,
Daddy," he gasped, "all yours." His hands balled into fists as
he strove to keep some shred of control over himself. It was a pointless feat,
because when his daddy touched him Draco was always
at his mercy. And he loved it. Draco's perfect submission made Lucius ache all over; he knew no one in the world would
ever understand their relationship but he didn't care. He knew it was right; no
one had ever made him feel the way his son did. They gave each other pleasure,
and that was *right*. He stroked more quickly; he could tell Draco was on the edge and he wanted to take his time.
Perhaps he should take the edge off for him... He wrapped his free arm around Draco and ran his hand down the smooth chest, brushing the
boy's pink nipples. Arching his back, the boy tried to press himself closer to
the powerful hands drifting across his chest. Teasing fingers lightly slid over
his hard nipples, drawing a breathy moan from Draco's
pouty lips. He tried to splay his legs further, but
his pants were bunched around his thighs and movement was impossible. He was
trapped, fully helpless in Lucius' hands. Those hands
moved even faster up and down his cock, making Draco's
chest heave as he drew in short breaths of air, the very notion of breathing
seeming insubstantial when compared to the importance of focusing all his
energy on the sensations his daddy was heaping onto him. His blond head tossed
from side to side, soft whimpers and plaintive cries spilling repeatedly across
his lips. Lucius barely breathed, just
watching his son in the throes of passion. Draco was
exquisite, writhing and completely focused on his pleasure. So
perfect, so willing, so wanton... and all his. His own cock pressed
against his trousers, against Draco's ass, but he
ignored its call. This moment was for Draco; this was
all about his beautiful son. He stroked faster, precisely, keeping a rhythm
that would bring Draco quickly to climax. The study seemed to disappear around them, and Draco almost felt that he was using the portkey
again. Everything was a blur, a rush, there was nothing solid to hold onto to;
all he could do was abandon himself to the sensations and hope his daddy was
there to catch him when it was all over. Lucius'
hands seems to have multiplied, they were moving all over Draco's
body, up and down his chest, along the length of his erect cock. The boy
couldn't stop the heated, impassioned cries that he was making as Daddy drove
him closer and closer to completion with each rushed stroke of his arousal. He
had kept their relationship a secret because he knew that no one else would
understand. They would think it wrong for Lucius Malfoy to spread little Draco out
under him and ravish the young boy until they were hoarse from screaming with
delight. But to Draco the very thought of that was
ecstasy. It was what he wanted most in this world, and a Malfoy
always gets what he wants. Draco rocked forward,
pushing his cock through Daddy's fingers as his release began to grip his young
body. "Daddy!" He screamed loudly, right
before he tensed, his back arched almost painfully as his essence spilled out
across Lucius' hand. Lucius was very close to release,
just from watching Draco. He continued to pump Draco's cock as it spilled its seed over him. Just long
enough to prolong every sensation. He couldn't resist; he brought his hand up
to his mouth and licked Draco's essence off it.
"You're perfect, my Draco," Lucius whispered, holding the trembling boy tightly. Leaning back, Draco rested his
relaxed form against Lucius' strong chest. He was
still panting as he slowly came down from the euphoric high of the climax he
had just experienced at Lucius' hand. His head was
pillowed against the older man's shoulder, and he tilted it just a bit so he
could watch as his daddy licked the seed from his hand. His lips parted with a
silent moan as Lucius' tongue swirled across his
fingers and gathered up the moisture. His daddy had such a wicked mouth, and Draco longed to feel those lips caressing every inch of his
naked body. Lucius' hands went back around him,
holding him close, and then the man softly praised him, the words sending a warmth through Draco that made
him feel even better than he already did. He loved when he made Daddy happy. In
fact, Draco wanted to make him even happier. He could
feel the erection pressing against his bare bottom, and he shifted slightly,
rubbing himself against it. He knew what Daddy wanted, and he wanted the same
thing. "Draco," groaned Lucius, his eyes closing as his son teased him, "The
house-elves will have dinner ready for us. We should go." His hands were
still wrapped around his son's slim form, however, and he really didn't want to
move. A pout formed on the boy's perfect lips, making them even
more delectable than usual. "But, Daddy..." He moved again, pressing
himself down against the hard cock that was trapped by only a mere layer of
cloth. "What about you?" Draco took one of Lucius' hands and led it to his mouth where his tongue
slipped out to trail across Daddy's fingers. "What about me?" answered Lucius,
only by massive effort managing to keep his voice even.
His son was tormenting him, and he was so aroused that it was all he could do
not to rip off his own pants and shove his aching cock deep inside the teasing
boy. But he knew he had to wait... "Dinner awaits, my Draco,
and then we shall see about dessert..." He pushed Draco
gently off his lap and watched as the boy set his clothing to rights. Slowly,
his heart rate returned to normal but his arousal didn't disappear. It seldom
did around his son. Running his fingers through his tousled hair, the younger
blond attempted not to sulk too much. He didn't like being denied something
that he craved, but he knew better than to make Daddy angry by protesting too
much. So, with a muted sigh he followed Lucius to the
dining room and claimed his seat beside the man. The last thing he wanted was
to waste precious time with something as useless as eating, but maybe if he
tried hard enough he could make Daddy forget all about dinner... Lucius watched Draco
out of the corner of his eye as the first course arrived. He couldn't seem to
take his eyes off the boy; Draco was perfectly
sensual in every way. And just sitting at this table brought back memories of
the time he had teased the boy with his cane, while Narcissa
was just feet away. He almost groaned at the memory, and he couldn't wait to
get his hands all over Draco, later. "Where is your cane, father?" Draco
purred, as if reading the man's mind. His eyes glittered with mischievous lust
as he too thought back to the previous dinner they had shared, and all that had
happened afterwards. It had been a strained affair when his mother had barged
in, but Daddy had more than made up for it later. Draco
eyed the table knowingly as he brought his fork to his mouth and slowly,
seductively wrapped his lips around the end. "Unfortunately, I've left it upstairs, Draco," Lucius purred,
pleased that his son seemed to remember the evening fondly as well. "I
could, of course, retrieve it later if you wished it." He watched Draco's mouth wrap around the fork and felt jealous of it. He
wanted to see Draco on his knees in front of him,
sucking his cock. That mouth was made for it... Pulling the fork slowly from his mouth, the boy proceeded to
lick every speck of food from the end with much more thoroughness than was
necessary. When he was done he turned his eyes to his father as if he had
forgotten the other man was there. He hadn't, of course. He had felt Daddy's
eyes on him the entire time, the heated gaze sending shivers down his spine.
"I don't think we'll need it, Father. I'm sure we can amuse ourselves with
other things." "Oh yes, I imagine we can," smirked Lucius, watching that wicked mouth. "Be careful, Draco, or I might have to destroy that fork, for all the
attention you're giving it." Arching his eyebrows, Draco set
his fork down and stared directly into Lucius' eyes.
"I'd much rather be giving attention to other
things." His breathing started to speed up slightly as they shared an
intense gaze, burning eyes locked together. He wanted his daddy so much, that
the thought of Lucius alone made him hard and needy.
He'd do *anything* his daddy asked of him. This time, Lucius did moan out
loud, and his own hand tightened on his glass, nearly breaking it. "Draco," he purred. "We *will* have our meal.
You'll need your strength, later. I promise." Opening his mouth to protest, Draco
thought better of it, and instead turned his attention to his meal. Not that
was he was giving up so easily. With each bite he took he made a small,
whispery moan as if each taste was better than the last. Truthfully he wasn't
even paying attention to what he was eating, his was
imagining what would happen as soon as dinner was over, as well as trying to
push Lucius past his limits of control. Only the elder Malfoy's iron
control kept him from throwing Draco to the table and
ravishing him right there. His son was maddening and oh so desirable. He had
never wished for a meal to end so quickly. Every move his son made was
calculated to entice, and Lucius decided he was going
to have to have a will of steel not to give in and take the boy completely. Finally, they finished. "I think I'll skip the coffee
if it's all right with you, Draco. I do think I'd
like to go upstairs." "That's fine with me, Father. Shall I accompany
you?" Draco tried to keep the anticipation from
his voice, but he knew the question sounded overly eager. He couldn't help it,
after waiting through the entire meal, being so close to Lucius
but not be able to touch, the boy was ready to pounce.
If Daddy had said the word he would have ripped his clothes off and climbed
into his lap right then and there. "I'd like that very much," Lucius
said formally, standing up and offering his arm to Draco.
"Shall we?" He managed to keep the moan out of his voice as he
thought of what they would soon be doing, together. Pushing back his chair, the boy stood as well and accepted
the offered arm. "We shall." Draco pressed
himself close to Lucius, relishing the strength his
daddy exuded, the heat from his larger body, and the perfect, masculine scent
that belonged only to him. Even though they had had many lessons Draco always felt his heat race and his knees go weak when
he was close to his daddy. Lucius led his son upstairs, to
his massive bedroom. He had long ago taken rooms separate from Narcissa, and he thought of these rooms as his refuge. As
the doors shut behind them, he turned to his son and said softly, "Alone
at last." Though his body ached for his son, he wouldn't ever force Draco. Almost before Lucius was done
speaking Draco had moved forward and was trying to
unfasten his robes. "Oh, Daddy... I want you so much," he moaned. His
hands were fumbling due to his frantic need to remove all the barriers and feel
their bare skin pressed together. Lucius gasped at Draco's actions, and was soon helping him remove their
clothing as fast as possible. He craved the feeling of the boy's skin, bared
for him and no one else. Soon Draco was completely
nude, and Lucius almost couldn't breathe, his son was
so beautiful. "Gods, Draco, let me look at
you..." Taking a step back, Draco leaned
against the door and lifted his arms over his head. His chest was rising and
falling rapidly as he inhaled deep pants of air; Daddy always made him
breathless. As much as he wanted to feel the older man's hands traveling across
his skin there was something equally fulfilling about standing here,
shamelessly putting his body on display for Lucius,
and for him alone. "Do you like what you see, Daddy?" Draco panted. "You have no idea," growled Lucius,
his fists clenching. Draco was the epitome of young
male beauty, skin smooth, lean muscles just developing and cock hard and wet
against his stomach. He himself was clad only in his trousers, which bulged
with his need. "Turn around, and bend over. I want to see
everything." With a gasp, and then a low moan, Draco
complied with his daddy's wishes. He turned to face the door, placing his palms
flat against it to brace himself as he spread his legs and bent his body to let
Lucius have a perfect view. His knees were wobbling
from the sheer arousal sparked by his positioning. Never had Lucius seen anything as
perfect, as overwhelmingly arousing, as his son displaying himself for him.
With a deep moan, Lucius crossed the room, pulling
off his trousers quickly and pressing himself against Draco
from behind. He couldn't help himself; he rubbed his hard length along Draco's exposed cleft, teasing both of them. "I want
you so much," he growled. "You're mine." Draco's fingers scratched at the
door as he tried to hold on to something, anything, as his entire body
threatened to melt out from under him. The position alone had turned him on
greatly, and then in the blink of an eye Lucius was
behind him, the older man's erection so hard and demanding as it brushed
against him. Draco pressed his forehead to the door
and rocked his hips back, nudging his bottom welcomingly against his daddy's
large cock. "I'm yours, Daddy!" He cried out. "Anything you want
I'll do it... I need you." "Don't tempt me so, Draco,"
hissed Lucius, almost trembling with the effort to
hold back. "You're not ready." Yet he didn't stop rocking his hips,
sliding his arousal against that sinful ass. "Yes, I am," Draco countered, his voice firm even in its breathless state.
"I want you inside me, stretching me, filling me... Take my virginity,
Daddy. It's yours, just like I am." The boy was hard pressed to keep
standing as his daddy moved against him, teasing him with the promise of what
he could do. Draco wanted to reach down and stroke
his arousal in time with Lucius' rocking, but he
didn't want anything to take away from the feeling of that thick cock rubbing
along his bottom. Lucius closed his eyes, trying to
hang onto his last shred of control. "Not yet," he growled. "But
we can still have some fun... get on the bed, Draco."
He stepped back reluctantly. Righting himself slowly, Draco
turned and had to lean against the door again, just for a moment, as he caught
his breath and willed his legs to stop trembling. Then he pushed himself away
from it and sauntered over to his father, every step a motion of pure
seduction; from the way he swung his hips to the way his lips parted as he ran
his tongue across them. He stepped around Lucius, and
made his way onto the bed, climbing onto it on all fours. Lucius moaned to himself as he
looked at Draco. His control was slipping fast and he
had to remind himself to take it slowly. Draco was
much too young, his body couldn't take Lucius yet...
but oh god, Draco looked ready, his delectable ass
high in the air as he kneeled on the bed on all fours. Draco
waited, submissively displaying himself, and Lucius'
arousal pulsed. He couldn't do this... "Roll over, Draco.
On your back," he managed to moan. With the position Draco
was in, he was tempted beyond his ability to resist. "On my back, Daddy? But can't
I kneel? I know how much you like it when I kneel before you like a good little
boy." To demonstrate, Draco changed his position
slightly, so that he was kneeling on the bed, with his back to Lucius. He looked over his shoulder, sending the older man
a come hither look that was far too sensual on a face so young. And it was too much temptation for Lucius.
He gave in as Draco knew he must. "All
right," he whispered, summoning a jar of lubricant and settling onto the
bed behind his son. "But we'll just prepare you a bit more today, that's
all," he added, as sternly as he could manage. He sat on his knees,
staring at Draco's ass so delectably offered, and his
cock was so hard it poked him in the stomach. Draco nodded noncommittally, a sly
smile pulling at his lips since he knew Lucius
couldn't see them from this position. They might start with more preparation,
but Draco had no intentions of letting it end there.
He had waited long enough; tonight would be the night that Daddy claimed his
body. Coating his finger with the slippery cream, Lucius dragged it slowly down his son's cleft. "Open
yourself for me," he said roughly; just speaking the words made his cock
wet with need. The hoarse command sent shivers down Draco's
spine and made his aching cock that much harder. He obeyed the order, quickly
reaching behind himself to spread apart his bottom and expose every part of
himself to Daddy's eyes and fingers. With his hands occupied Draco was unable to give into the need to stoke his own
cock, which was good as he wanted to draw this out until Daddy gave in. The perfect willingness of his son to obey
every command made Lucius moan desperately. He
traced an oiled finger down Draco's exposed cleft,
making circles around the entrance he wanted so badly to possess. He pressed
with his thumb, teasing but not entering, just to drive the boy mad from the
pressure. With his other hand he cupped Draco's balls
gently. Draco's hands shook a bit as Lucius teased his body, fingers lightly touching his tight
entrance and softly holding his sac. Daddy knew just the right way to drive him
completely wild, and yet keep him from climaxing. The blond moaned pleadingly
and rocked himself back as best he could. "Please, Daddy," he begged.
The torture of having the older man's fingers so close to being inside him was
more than Draco could withstand. "You beg so nicely, Draco,"
murmured Lucius silkily, and slid one finger inside.
"How can I ever resist you?" Slowly, he moved the slick finger in and
out, and his other hand moved to wrap around his son's rock hard arousal. A loud, contented cry escaped the blond boy as Lucius finally slipped a finger inside his willing body. Draco loved the feeling of his daddy's finger moving in and
out of him, it always made him feel complete in some way to have part of Daddy
inside him. They were meant to be together like this. Daddy was the only one he
wanted for his lover, and he wanted them to be true lovers in every sense. Draco could only imagine what having his daddy's cock
driving into him would feel like. But then he couldn't think at all as Lucius' hand took hold of his erection and the older man's
finger continued to thrust in and out of him. He tossed his head back, moaning
lowly at the all the sensations Lucius was heaping
onto him. Draco's moans were music to his
ears; Lucius added another finger as he started to
stroke the boy's cock slowly. Too slowly to bring on climax.
With two fingers inside, he moved more slowly, stretching carefully, trying not
to think too much about what he's rather be thrusting inside his son, lest he
lose control and do it. He moved his fingers, expertly finding the boy's most
sensitive spot, stroking at it. "Daddy...," he moaned sensuously as his eyes
slipped shut and his mouth dropped open. The breaths he was drawing in were
little more than shuddery gasps as Lucius exploited
the place deep inside him that turned Draco's blood
to fire. On top of that, Daddy's strong hand was working along his cock in a
slow, sure motion that was designed to push Draco
closer and closer to release, but not let him achieve it. "Take me,
Daddy... please," he pleaded with the last shred of control he had left in
his body. Biting his lip, Lucius added a
third finger, not even trusting his voice now. It would be so easy... just
smooth some more oil on his aching cock and replace his fingers with something
more pleasing to them both... He took a shuddering breath as he tried to remind
himself why he couldn't do just that. He fucked Draco
with three fingers, preparing the boy, dreaming of taking him fully. Pushing his hips back, Draco tried
to move the fingers even deeper inside him. There was a hint of pain as his
virgin body was stretched around his daddy's fingers, but there was so much
pleasure bombarding him at the same time that the boy hardly felt it. The
slight ache actually seemed to make everything feel even more intensely
perfect. Draco's face was flushed, and his hair was
becoming damp with perspiration as Lucius strove to
drive him closer and closer to an orgasm more powerful than any he had ever
known. But he held back, straining every muscle he had in an attempt to hold
out just a little longer. At this rate, though, he would succumb to his daddy's
ministrations without ever getting to feel the older man inside him. Turning
his head to the side, Draco tried one last effort to
break Lucius' resolve. "You feel how tight I am,
Daddy? Imagine your cock stretching me instead of you fingers. I'm ready for
you.." He paused, a choked sob passing over his
lips as Lucius brushed his sweet spot again. "So
ready.." Lucius stared wildly at Draco, on his knees, offering himself, so ready for him
that he was begging. His cock throbbed, and desire ran though his veins like
fire. He tried to remember just why they had to wait, tried to think of
anything at all besides the sweet hot tightness that would grip him as he slid
inside Draco. He couldn't, couldn't think, couldn't fight any more. Nothing but his own hands and Draco's had enclosed his erection for far too long; ever
since he had begun instructing his son he hadn't touched anyone else. It was
too much. He surrendered. He pulled his fingers out of Draco.
He growled, a deep guttural sound that surprised even him, and with shaking
fingers he smoothed the oil on his cock, dropping a good deal of it but not
even noticing. Then, finally, he took his arousal into his hand and pressed it
against Draco's entrance, this time with every intent to enter his son at long last. "Tell
me no now, Draco, and I'll stop," he gasped,
giving the boy once last chance to change his mind. If Draco hadn't been half-sobbing
with the rapture of feeling Lucius' cock pressing
against him, he might have laughed. The very idea that he would ever want Daddy
to stop this was beyond his imagination. Just the sensation of his daddy's big,
hard cock positioned against him, ready to enter him, nearly sent the boy over
the edge. There was no way he would ever let this end now. He let go of the
grip he had been keeping on his bottom and twisted his body enough look the
older man dead in the eye. "I want you inside me," he said
forcefully, leaving no room for question. Then he turned back around and took a
firm hold on the bed coverings. He would finally be Daddy's boy in every way
possible. There was no way to stop now, no holding back, no denying
the deep need to take Draco and fill him and possess
him. Lucius pushed, and the tight opening yielded,
and he screamed his son's name as his cock finally slid in. He was fucking his
son, finally taking him, all these months of preparation and frustration and
*need* finally consummated, and he hoped he could make it last as long as
possible. But Draco's body gripped him, tighter than
he ever could have imagined, and the boy pushed back, demanding more. It hurt at first, as Draco had
known it would. Daddy was so big, as he was so tight that his body had to
stretch more than it was used to. But even though there was pain there was an
ecstasy that matched and surpassed it. He was finally being taken by his daddy,
finally feeling that cock he loved so much sliding deep inside him as the man
he adored above all other men claimed his virginity. The pain and the pleasure
blended together, each playing off the other until Draco
couldn't tell which was which only that he wanted more of it all. His fingers
squeezed into the soft bedspread as he screamed for more and even pushed back
to try and get it. Draco had always loved his father
in a way that some people would never understand, but he couldn't help it.
Being here, now, having his daddy's cock sliding inside him as they finally
reached the culmination of their lessons... It was right. Panting already, Lucius thrust
shallowly into the tight heat that was his son's body. Gods, this couldn't be
wrong, nothing could ever be this good, and he didn't care if he died, as long
as he was granted these few divine moments. He gripped Draco's
hips, speeding up his thrusts, reveling in the way his son *took* every thrust,
asked, no, *demanded* more. "Tell me, Draco,"
he gasped, voice strained with passion. "Tell me if you like it. Tell me
you like being fucked by your daddy." Leaning forward a bit, Draco
managed to lift his bottom higher and allow Lucius an
even better position with which to pound into his young body. That was how he
wanted it, and somehow Daddy seemed to know that. Draco
didn't want soft hands or gentle thrusts, he wanted hard fast motions, fingers gripping his skin so tightly there would be marks
left in their wake. He couldn't help the loud, primal groan that escaped his
throat as Lucius put into words exactly what they
were doing. Draco was being fucked by Lucius, and he reveled in it. "I love being fucked by
you, Daddy," he purred, his voice husky as he drowned under the darkly
sinful pleasure. "Harder," he urged. "Show me that I belong to
you. That you own me." Draco's words washed over Lucius, exactly what he needed to hear. "Yes,
Draco, my son. I *own* you.
You're mine. Every inch of that perfect body," his thrusts had gained
speed and force now. "It's mine. To do with as I please." Now he was
pounding into Draco, a dim hope in his mind that he
wasn't hurting him, but the boy's cries were anything but pained. "Now
you're mine completely," he gasped, and he knew he was on the edge.
"Touch yourself, Draco, come for Daddy." All too willing to comply, Draco
lifted one hand from the bed. "Yes, Daddy... All for you," he sobbed
out with delight. Tears ran down his pink cheeks as mind numbing pleasure
wracked his body. His other hand remained on the bed, grasping the blanket as
his slender figure was rocked with the force of each delicious thrust. He
wrapped a hand around his cock and tossed his head back, screaming for Lucius as he did so. Blond hair flew in every direction as Draco wantonly stroked his arousal before his father's
eyes. His son stroking himself while impaled on his cock was too
much. Groaning, Lucius pounded harder into Draco, the last of his control shred to ribbons by one
perfect, forbidden boy. "Come, Draco," he
gasped, and surrendered himself to his release. He thought he his heart would
stop as the pleasure took him, and he gripped Draco's
hips and filled him full. That was what Draco had been
waiting for. The feeling of Lucius'
essence spilling into him, claiming him. As Lucius
came inside his son, Draco screamed out his enjoyment
over and over; and then he too was climaxing, his seed pulsing out over his
hand in a hot rush. His son's climax intensified his own, and Lucius gasped as Draco tightened
around him. Still coming, Lucius thrust one last time
into his son's perfect channel, leaning forward to kiss the sweat- dampened
neck as their cries subsided. Lucius tried in vain to
dredge up any kind of regret, but the only one he could feel was the fact that
he'd never be satisfied by a mere mortal again. Draco's hand fell away from his
cock and onto the bed so he could support his weakened body. It felt as if
every last ounce of strength had been sapped from him and all that was left was
a throbbing, relaxed mass of nerves. The boy almost thought he could literally
melt into the bed right then. "Mmm.. Daddy," he purred, his
voice full of the satisfaction he felt. "Draco," Lucius whispered, pulling out carefully and gathering his
son's sated body in his arms. "That was... you were..." but words
failed him; none could come close to describing the rapture they had just
shared. He settled for pulling Draco close and
whispering in his ear, "Love you. Mine forever." Sliding his pale arms around Lucius'
body, Draco looked up at him adoringly, his eyes
wearily slipping shut as he turned his lips into a soft smile. "Love you
too, Daddy. Forever." He wiggled himself closer
to the warmth and safety that his daddy's body offered, feeling more complete
than he ever had before. Finally, after months of need and want, Lucius
and Draco had made love. And though no one else would
ever understand, much less approve, they cared not, for their love was beyond
the morals of the rest of the world. Lucius held his
son tight, entwined naked together, and they were at peace. Draco and Lucius
gave into the temptation of each other and never looked back. The End part one, part two, part three, part four, part five home |