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Draco lies on his stomach on the bed, black silk sheets contrasting with his pale skin... naked.... legs spread... waiting for Lucius... perfect.

Lucius walks in the room. He smiles and slides off his robes, loosening his tie as he approaches. Draco looks over his shoulder, almost sleepily. "I've been waiting, Father..."

And Lucius smiles at him. Draco is completely relaxed, his eyes half lidded. Lucius starts removing his clothes faster, the only thought in his mind is getting his hands on that pale skin.

A bottle of golden oil sits on the bedside table as Draco watches his father. "Hurry," the boy whispers, rocking his hips languidly against the black silk. He spreads his legs apart.

Lucius' clothes are all but a memory now; scattered across the floor. He climbs onto the bed beside his son, and slides his hand slowly down Draco's spine, stopping right before he reaches the curve of his ass. "You're so beautiful, Draco."

"Thank you, father," Draco replies, looking up through heavy-lidded eyes. He bites his lip, wishing the hand would travel downward. "I missed you so much..."

Lucius' eyes soften, and he leans down to capture Draco's mouth, easily sliding his tongue in between parted lips. "I missed you too..." He sits back up and takes his arousal into his hand, stroking it to full erection. "See how much? You were all I thought about."

Draco watches hungrily as his father touches himself. "Please, father, may I taste you?" He arches up on his hands and knees, knowing his father likes to see him that way. His own erection touches his stomach, glistening.

Lucius gasps, his hand falling away as he stares at the gorgeous picture Draco makes. He drags the boy to him, rubbing their bodies and their cocks together. "Just a little taste, I won't be able to wait long to be inside you."

"Oh, thank you, father," the small blond exclaims as he slides down, reverently, and lowers his head to his father's cock. He licks it once, delicately, a swift line all along the trembling length. Then he licks at the tip, tasting the tang of his father's desire for him, and sucks softly at the head.

"Draco!" The older Malfoy cries out. His fingers take hold of his son's shoulders, gripping them tightly. It's a sin, to be with his son this way, but how can such a feeling be anything but right? He throws his head back, the almost white strands dancing around his face. His breathing becomes shortened with every deliberate swipe of his lover's, his son's, tongue.

Draco smiles, pulling back to look at his father, so beautiful. How can any man or woman compare to this perfect being? Lucius had taught him, coaxed from him the most exquisite of passion. He was old enough to know that others would not approve, but they couldn't possibly understand what he and his father shared. "Father," he whispers, letting his soft breath flow over the hard flesh before him.

Gentle shivers run through his body as the warm breath ghosts over his erection. He looks down on the face of his child, a face so like his own. Lucius runs his fingers over Draco's smooth cheeks, and full lips. Never had a lover enticed him in the way Draco did. He had found more pleasure in the arms of his son than with any other being. His cock began to throb, bringing him back to the present.

"Are you ready my son? I can't wait any longer, I ache to possess you."

"I have prepared myself, father," Draco says, getting back up on hands and knees. "I am ready for you." He reaches out and places the bottle of oil in his father's hands, and turns so his firm little ass is presented fully to his father's eyes. "Take me, hard, please," the last word turning into a plea.

Lucius' eyes ravage the sight before him. The soft, creamy skin, that perfect, oh so tight ass, and that sweet hurried demand. With slightly shaking fingers he opens the oil, and pours it into his palm. It splashes the expensive sheets but he doesn't care at all. All that matters is burying himself inside Draco. A few quick strokes and his cock is shiny with oil. He wipes his hand clean on the sheet and moves behind his son. "You do know that I cherish you my son. And I love our times together." He guides his cock to Draco's entrance, but doesn't enter. He adores driving the boy wild with need.

"Father!" Draco whines as he is slowly driven mad by the blunt pressure on his sensitive entrance. His father almost always makes him beg, but he likes to do it. He wants to feel his strong father lose control, all civility torn from him by desire to take him. Draco begs again and presses back against his father's rock hard erection. "Please, I need you so much."

"I know you do. I'm the only one who can love you in this way." He slides just the head of his cock in, biting his lip at the exquisite pressure of Draco's tight walls. "Tell me. Tell me I'm the only one." He grasps the smaller boy's hips firmly, but doesn't move, the strain clearly showing on his face. He desires nothing more than to drive into the willing body under him, but not until he hears the words he wants.

"I'm yours, father, all yours, the only one," Draco moans, breathless from the length sliding inside him, opening him. "You're the only one! Ever!" He cries out as more of his father's cock invades him.

A low groan escapes from Lucius' lips and he finally gives his son what he's been asking for. He moves forward, slow enough not to hurt Draco, but fast enough for him to really feel it. Deeper and deeper he thrusts, feeling his son's tight body stretching to fit his large arousal. Finally, he's fully sheathed in the perfect warmth and his body trembles at the sensations bombarding him. So tight. So hot. So perfect.

Draco buries his face in the silken sheets, taking small breaths to relax. It feels so good, so right, to be filled like this, his ass in the air, an offering to his father. He pushes back, indicating he is ready for more, and whimpers softly. His father never hurts him.

The elder Malfoy smiles upon his son's back, knowing his child can't see his uncharacteristic display. The boy was meant to be loved this way, his body made for passion. And only he, Lucius, would ever know this pleasure. For only he could treat Draco this way. Take him as he wanted, *needed* to be taken. Power, but not pain.

Slowly he pulls out and drives back in quickly. He knows the smaller body can handle the force of his thrust. And nothing feels better than the wonderful friction of his cock moving in and out of Draco's body.

Draco's soft cries increase, his ruby lips hang open as he takes every thrust, each one better than the last. "F-Father..." he pants, "May I touch myself, please?" He may be disobedient in other things, but when Lucius gives him pleasure, Draco does exactly what he is told. And nothing more.

"Yes, my son," Lucius manages to gasp out, pleasure that Draco is asking permission evident in his voice. "Give yourself as much pleasure as you are giving me." His thrusts are faster now, the pace building quickly as their bodies edge closer to completion. He usually likes to bring Draco to climax himself, but Draco's body is driving insane with the need to come, and he isn't able to handle more than the simple act of moving in and out.

"Thank you father," moans Draco, and he moves his hand underneath his body. He strokes his own dripping cock, gasping at the new feeling. But nothing makes him hotter, turns him on more, than hearing his father's sensual voice drip with passion. Passion for him. Only he can give his father this perfect pleasure, the perfect release. His father, always in control, reduced to an animal; by him. Draco craves it like air. He strokes himself quickly, his body tightening with impending release.

Lucius lets out a strangled moan as Draco's body seems to become even tighter around his invading cock. "Draco... my son... my lover..." He pants heavily now, his thrusts hard and uncontrolled. He son drives him wild, and he knows the boy knows it. He slams deep inside the body below him, the tightness squeezing his cock in a way too amazing for him to describe. His climax is almost upon him, only a few more thrusts and he'll have to succumb. But he needs his son to come first, he's desperate for the boy to scream his release under him. "Draco, come for Daddy... show Daddy just how much you love this." He gives a particularly hard thrust after saying that, knowing the boy can't handle much more.

"Daddy!" squeaks the boy, eyes squeezed tight and small hand pumping on his arousal. His father knows just how he likes it; he cannot hold back nor does he wish to. He knows his father likes him to show his pleasure fully, so he gives in, stiffening, screaming, and climaxing all over his hand and the sheets. "Daddy" he cries once more, slim body still trembling as his father pounds into him frantically. "Love you..."

Draco is so beautiful when he comes, his slender frame going rigid, and his body tightening that much more. His voice is ragged as he screams for Lucius, his cries of "Daddy" as he surrenders the most erotic words the older man has ever heard. But it's the quiet, almost unheard whisper of affection that finally drives Lucius to his release. With a loud growl he climaxes, filling his son's body with his hot seed; once again claiming the boy as his and his alone.

Lucius stays still as the tremors of pleasure leave him. He always hates this moment, the moment where it ends. He pulls out carefully, and helps Draco to lie down again, cleaning his son with a softly muttered spell. "Sleep, my son," he whispers, and Draco is almost slumbering already. He kisses first the pouty lips then the slightly damp forehead, then withdraws from the bed, regretfully. He gathers his clothes and turns to the door. He takes one last look at his son, his heir, his lover.

Perfect.

The End