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FIC: Ribbons, Lucius/Draco, NC-17
This fic was written for a challenge, & is now able to be posted elsewhere after a one-month embargo. Not a good idea to try this in RL, IMO - Draco didn't get his circulation cut off because these are magical ribbons, but we Muggle types might...
Love & Serpents' Kisses,
Anath.
Title: Ribbons (1/1)
Author: Anath de Malfoy
Pairing: Lucius/Draco
Summary: Written for the Pure_Blood_Is_Thicker_Than_Water Lucius/Draco Fiction Challenge; http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Pure_Blood_Is_Thicker_Than_Water
Challenge # 29: It is Christmas morning and Lucius wakes to find a note on His bedside table saying. "Your present is downstairs" He can tell it is Draco's handwriting so goes downstairs to see what it could be only to find that Draco has stripped himself, gotten under the Christmas tree, and somehow managed to tie himself up quite intricately with pretty Christmas ribbons. Lucius thinks it is the best Christmas present ever and intends to "play" with it as much as possible.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: M/M slash, chanslash, incest, light bondage, PWP, fluff
Possible Spoilers: Books 1-5
Disclaimer: All characters and profits belong to J.K. Rowling. All their perverse antics herein are mine.
When Draco Malfoy came home for Christmas during his first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he had already made up his mind that this was the time to lose his virginity.
It was a long-standing tradition for students Sorted into Slytherin, Draco's school house, to divest themselves of their innocence as soon as possible, and many of Draco's classmates had already done so by the time the Christmas holidays rolled around. Even Draco's best friends, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, were no longer virgins. Crabbe's uncle regularly bedded him - had done so even before Crabbe started school, in fact - and Goyle had contrived to let himself be taken by the Slytherin Quidditch captain, Marcus Flint, just before the end of term. Draco knew that if he did not offer himself now to the one he desired, he could end up being the last virgin in his year, and that was more humiliation than a proud young Malfoy could ever endure.
Draco had chosen the man that he wanted as his first lover with great care. This man was a pure-blooded wizard, of course, extremely handsome, wealthy and stylish. He was older than Draco, and skilled beyond compare in the arts of lovemaking - his reputation was legendary, his sexual tastes were wide and varied, and he had a strong predilection for beautiful young boys. Most importantly, this man was someone that Draco already loved, and who passionately loved Draco in return. Although appearing cold and reserved at all times before the outside world, behind closed doors this man always showered Draco with attention, affection and gifts. Draco knew from experience that this man could deny him nothing, and Draco was completely certain that he wanted to belong to this man forever, body and soul.
The wizard in question was, of course, Draco's very own father, Lucius Malfoy.
Draco had been planning the seduction of his father ever since he had arrived back at Malfoy Manor, and had secretly watched his mother Narcissa wrapping Christmas presents with magical silver ribbons that coiled themselves in intricate patterns over everything they touched. Those ribbons were so perfect for how he planned to offer himself to Lucius. He had even asked Narcissa's opinion on the matter later that day, and she had approved. Same-sex incest was a tradition in the Malfoy family, and Narcissa, involved in as many adulterous affairs as her husband, was hardly likely to be shocked by an act of love that by Malfoy standards was innocent indeed.
Every Christmas Eve, the Malfoys held a grand ball at the Manor, where guests wore glamorous dress robes in a multiplicity of colours, and drank champagne and other fine wines from crystal glasses and silver goblets. Draco was always allowed to stay up and mingle with the guests until five minutes before midnight, and was usually disappointed when Lucius or Narcissa discreetly sidled up to him and told him it was bedtime. Draco knew that when the midnight hour struck, orgiastic revels of every debauched description would occur, men with women, women with women, men with men and every other combination that could possibly be imagined. Dark, sensual rites that Draco, as a virgin child, was forbidden to see. However, tonight Draco could hardly wait to be told to go to bed. Tonight was different. The moment he was sent upstairs, Draco slipped out of his clothes and ran to get a box of magic ribbons from his mother's bedroom, then crept into his father's private suite of rooms to leave a note that had been written several hours before on Lucius' nightstand.
Wriggling his naked body behind the marble statue of a faun near the fireplace in his father's bedchamber, Draco pressed the wooden wall-panel that opened one of the Manor's many secret passages. This one led to the lushly carpeted family room across the hallway from the grand ballroom; that chamber was lit by living fairies, and a massive Christmas tree, ornamented with gold and silver globes, gleaming serpents made from sculpted platinum and opals, and more fairy-lights, stood in the centre of the room. Huge piles of presents surrounded the tree, elaborately wrapped parcels; many of them were for his parents but the vast majority of the gifts were labelled with his own name.
Draco knelt on the plush fur rug beneath the tree, carefully moving some of the parcels aside so he could nestle amongst them. He opened the box of ribbons and removed the silver strands from the tissue paper surrounding them, laying them slowly and caressingly against his pale skin.
The effect was sudden and breathtaking. Like the glistening serpents on the Christmas tree, the ribbons snaked over Draco's bare body, winding themselves into complex arcs and bows all around him. Forming circlets like cuffs around his wrists, and a collar at his neck. Binding his ankles together, and forming a confining ring encircling his smooth young cock, topped with a shimmering rosette. Draco shivered. He had not known how arousing the touch of his moon-bright bonds would be. Almost as delicious as the thought of how Lucius' hands would feel on his naked flesh, and the knowledge that next Christmas he would be allowed to take part in the Yuletide orgies. For since he would no longer be virginal, he would be considered ready for these secret adult games.
He lay down on the rug, shifting against its warmth and softness, hoping that its silky depths would lull him into the soothing sleep he craved, would still all lustful thoughts of his beloved until the next day dawned...
As the sun rose on Christmas morning, Lucius Malfoy awoke, smiling. This was one of his favourite times of the year, for it always made him happy to see little Draco, overjoyed and bubbling with playful mirth, opening his multitudes of Christmas gifts under the decorated tree and stuffing himself with turkey, plum pudding and sweets at Christmas dinner.
It was for Draco's sake that Lucius had excused himself from the orgiastic pleasures in the ballroom an hour or two before they were officially brought to a close. And before he had lain down upon the smooth ebony silk of his sheets and pillows, Lucius had made sure to cast a Healing Charm upon the angry scarlet welts left on his ass and thighs by Walden Macnair's suede flogger, and dose himself with a potent draught to allow him a refreshing though abbreviated slumber which would restore his vigour by morning so that he could enjoy his child's company to the fullest. It would never do to have anything distract Lucius from his precious son, especially lack of energy due to a night of the most extreme depravity.
Dear little Draco. Lucius adored his son above all other beings, and his fondest wish was that some day he could express that adoration through physical love, the divine tenderness that was Malfoy incest. But that was something he would never force Draco into. He wanted the boy to willingly give himself; the same way Lucius had given himself to his own father many years ago. But it would probably be quite some time before Draco was ready - Lucius had already entered his thirteenth year when he first came to his father's bed.
Raising himself up onto his elbows, Lucius noticed a note left on the nightstand. He smiled again. Draco always did this every year - he was constantly impatient for Lucius to see the latest elaborate gift that Draco had purchased or made, forever eager for Lucius' approval and delight. Draco could have those anytime, both Malfoys knew, but Christmastime was just so.... special.
Chuckling, Lucius read the note aloud, and sure enough, it said, in Draco's handwriting:
"Your present is downstairs".
With a broad smile illuminating his handsome face, Lucius donned his jet-black satin night robe and slipped quietly down the stairs to the family room. Nobody seemed to be awake, not even the house elves; Malfoy Manor was completely silent. Gently pushing open the huge oak door of the room where the glorious Christmas tree stood, Lucius looked around expecting to see Draco standing there, waiting for Lucius to discover and praise his son's latest Yuletide offering.
Lucius saw no sign of the boy, however, until his eyes fell upon the small, pale form curled underneath the tree, light strands of blond hair softly framing the delicately featured face, the pouting rosy lips parted as if begging to be kissed. Draco was stripped entirely nude but for the ribbons of glittering silver that twined all over the younger Malfoy's perfect body, creating a sensual, intricate web of intimate bondage. The coils of ribbon exquisitely highlighted the ivory pallor of the sleeping child, enhancing the soft coral tint of his tiny nipples, the silken outlines of his slender thighs and the almost invisible first dusting of fine down between them.
The elder Malfoy's smile grew even wider, and Lucius found himself almost purring with approval and unabashed desire, knowing instantly what it was that Draco wished to give him.
Tenderly lifting the child into his arms and taking special care not to wake him, Lucius carried little Draco into the master bedroom, and laid him upon the luxurious velvet counterpane. Lucius could not help but smirk a little at the sight of the ornate bow adorning the boy's youthful shaft. Too precious for words... Lucius gazed raptly, worshipfully, at the beauty of his son; flawless purity offered up to him and him alone. This was, Lucius thought as he bent to rearrange some of the bright streamers, the most delectable Christmas present he had received in his whole life, and he was going to enjoy this as long as he possibly could...
Draco awoke to find his father kissing him lovingly on the lips, tongue fluttering in sweet exploration and curling languorously against the boy's own tongue. With a sudden start, Draco realised where he was, and that he was tied by the ribbons on his wrists and ankles to the four-poster bed; his legs were spread wide apart and the ribbon binding his now aching erection was as tight as a cock-ring around him. His father was now as naked as Draco himself, and massively hard.
"Father..." Draco moaned as Lucius began to move his lips down over the boy's pinioned form, ghosting the lightest of kisses over the silky throat, nuzzling at the fragile hollow of the collarbone, slowly trailing his hot, wet tongue-tip across the hardened nipples, inflicting softest love-bites on the tender flesh of the boy's stomach. As the young one whimpered and involuntarily lifted his hips towards the skilled and loving mouth of his father, Lucius whispered, "Yes, my precious son, you're mine now..." and took the swollen, bound hardness of the boy between his sensual lips.
Draco sobbed in pleasure at this delicious torture, completely at the mercy of the man he loved. As he had wanted to be for so long, helpless under those adoring yet possessive eyes and hands. Writhing and twisting with wanton lust in his bonds as Lucius leisurely sucked and licked his straining young hardness. Crying out, not in protest but in rapture as Lucius moved his caressing lips and tongue still lower, unbinding Draco's legs with a flick of the wand Draco had not even seen his father procure, and spreading the boy's thighs apart, pushing Draco's knees back towards his chest and lifting him so that Lucius' deliciously wicked tongue could flicker and thrust into the clean, fresh sweetness of his son's pink puckered entrance.
The boy moaned and panted as Lucius licked and probed at the tight orifice, taking his time to open and pleasure his son's most tender and secret place. Slowly drawing back almost imperceptibly to replace the supple tongue with the smooth rigidity of his wand, moving it gently in and out while he murmured lubricating spells. "Hush, Draco, relax..." Lucius soothed teasingly as he felt young Draco tense at being fucked with the magic implement. Such intense love-play could be dangerous or even fatal in unskilled hands, but Lucius had more than enough talent and proficiency at this technique to drive Draco to the brink of luscious madness without harming him. And he could draw out the boy's tormented ecstasy as long as he pleased. Draco's hands were still firmly tied, and he could neither escape nor touch himself. The boy's cock, too, was still entwined in ribbons, so that he could not climax until Lucius permitted it.
But Lucius' own cock was throbbing, needing, wanting, and he knew that he must take the boy now or risk exploding all over the coverlet. He gently pushed Draco's knees back again, and positioned the head of his hardened, leaking member against the beautiful boy's velvet opening, whispering, "Do you want this, love? Want me deep inside you, fucking you hard, filling you?
"Yes, Father, please!" Draco almost screamed as he heard Lucius growl low in his throat and slam his massive cock deep into his son's tight ass. Plunging into him over and over, harder than he should with a young virgin; but Draco raised his hips in frantic lust and moved against his father willingly, submissively, hot and open and begging with his eyes and voice for deeper, rougher, more. Held in the sweet tight heaven of Draco's body, unable to do more than cling to the boy and moan, Lucius gave Draco all he asked for, pounding into his no longer innocent young flesh like a rutting animal until he felt the rage of climax claim him. Snarling ferociously, Lucius filled his beloved son and heir's body with the very seed that had once sired him, hearing the child's screams of need and wild abandon as Lucius spent himself inside that perfect, silken channel.
Pulling swiftly out of his son's tight sheath, Lucius finally undid the ribbon that had held the boy's young hardness captive for so long. "Let me taste you, little lover," he hissed as he bent and began to suck the young one's cock far more ravenously than before. It did not take long for Draco's hips to rise and fall convulsively as his now free but highly sensitised erection was engulfed in warm, slick moisture. Draco came, and came hard, into his father's hungry mouth; Lucius closed his eyes and purred ecstatically as he swallowed the pure seed of his child.
With trembling hands, Lucius wrenched the remaining ribbons from his son and carried him to the bathroom, kissing his flushed little face and whispering endearments as he filled the bath with warm water and thick, musk-scented foam. Draco cooed and snuggled against his father's firm, muscled chest as Lucius lifted him into the water. The boy's ass burned and throbbed inside, but the pain was an exquisite one. Draco was no longer virginal. He had a lover, the finest in the entire wizarding world.
Lucius smiled and bent to kiss Draco's forehead. After their bath, the Malfoys would descend the stairs again to open their Christmas gifts. But each of them already knew that nothing could compare with the gift that they had both received that morning - the most precious bond of belonging to each other. The gift of perfect love.
~ Fin.
Love & Serpents' Kisses,
Anath.
Title: Ribbons (1/1)
Author: Anath de Malfoy
Pairing: Lucius/Draco
Summary: Written for the Pure_Blood_Is_Thicker_Than_Water Lucius/Draco Fiction Challenge; http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Pure_Blood_Is_Thicker_Than_Water
Challenge # 29: It is Christmas morning and Lucius wakes to find a note on His bedside table saying. "Your present is downstairs" He can tell it is Draco's handwriting so goes downstairs to see what it could be only to find that Draco has stripped himself, gotten under the Christmas tree, and somehow managed to tie himself up quite intricately with pretty Christmas ribbons. Lucius thinks it is the best Christmas present ever and intends to "play" with it as much as possible.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: M/M slash, chanslash, incest, light bondage, PWP, fluff
Possible Spoilers: Books 1-5
Disclaimer: All characters and profits belong to J.K. Rowling. All their perverse antics herein are mine.
When Draco Malfoy came home for Christmas during his first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he had already made up his mind that this was the time to lose his virginity.
It was a long-standing tradition for students Sorted into Slytherin, Draco's school house, to divest themselves of their innocence as soon as possible, and many of Draco's classmates had already done so by the time the Christmas holidays rolled around. Even Draco's best friends, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, were no longer virgins. Crabbe's uncle regularly bedded him - had done so even before Crabbe started school, in fact - and Goyle had contrived to let himself be taken by the Slytherin Quidditch captain, Marcus Flint, just before the end of term. Draco knew that if he did not offer himself now to the one he desired, he could end up being the last virgin in his year, and that was more humiliation than a proud young Malfoy could ever endure.
Draco had chosen the man that he wanted as his first lover with great care. This man was a pure-blooded wizard, of course, extremely handsome, wealthy and stylish. He was older than Draco, and skilled beyond compare in the arts of lovemaking - his reputation was legendary, his sexual tastes were wide and varied, and he had a strong predilection for beautiful young boys. Most importantly, this man was someone that Draco already loved, and who passionately loved Draco in return. Although appearing cold and reserved at all times before the outside world, behind closed doors this man always showered Draco with attention, affection and gifts. Draco knew from experience that this man could deny him nothing, and Draco was completely certain that he wanted to belong to this man forever, body and soul.
The wizard in question was, of course, Draco's very own father, Lucius Malfoy.
Draco had been planning the seduction of his father ever since he had arrived back at Malfoy Manor, and had secretly watched his mother Narcissa wrapping Christmas presents with magical silver ribbons that coiled themselves in intricate patterns over everything they touched. Those ribbons were so perfect for how he planned to offer himself to Lucius. He had even asked Narcissa's opinion on the matter later that day, and she had approved. Same-sex incest was a tradition in the Malfoy family, and Narcissa, involved in as many adulterous affairs as her husband, was hardly likely to be shocked by an act of love that by Malfoy standards was innocent indeed.
Every Christmas Eve, the Malfoys held a grand ball at the Manor, where guests wore glamorous dress robes in a multiplicity of colours, and drank champagne and other fine wines from crystal glasses and silver goblets. Draco was always allowed to stay up and mingle with the guests until five minutes before midnight, and was usually disappointed when Lucius or Narcissa discreetly sidled up to him and told him it was bedtime. Draco knew that when the midnight hour struck, orgiastic revels of every debauched description would occur, men with women, women with women, men with men and every other combination that could possibly be imagined. Dark, sensual rites that Draco, as a virgin child, was forbidden to see. However, tonight Draco could hardly wait to be told to go to bed. Tonight was different. The moment he was sent upstairs, Draco slipped out of his clothes and ran to get a box of magic ribbons from his mother's bedroom, then crept into his father's private suite of rooms to leave a note that had been written several hours before on Lucius' nightstand.
Wriggling his naked body behind the marble statue of a faun near the fireplace in his father's bedchamber, Draco pressed the wooden wall-panel that opened one of the Manor's many secret passages. This one led to the lushly carpeted family room across the hallway from the grand ballroom; that chamber was lit by living fairies, and a massive Christmas tree, ornamented with gold and silver globes, gleaming serpents made from sculpted platinum and opals, and more fairy-lights, stood in the centre of the room. Huge piles of presents surrounded the tree, elaborately wrapped parcels; many of them were for his parents but the vast majority of the gifts were labelled with his own name.
Draco knelt on the plush fur rug beneath the tree, carefully moving some of the parcels aside so he could nestle amongst them. He opened the box of ribbons and removed the silver strands from the tissue paper surrounding them, laying them slowly and caressingly against his pale skin.
The effect was sudden and breathtaking. Like the glistening serpents on the Christmas tree, the ribbons snaked over Draco's bare body, winding themselves into complex arcs and bows all around him. Forming circlets like cuffs around his wrists, and a collar at his neck. Binding his ankles together, and forming a confining ring encircling his smooth young cock, topped with a shimmering rosette. Draco shivered. He had not known how arousing the touch of his moon-bright bonds would be. Almost as delicious as the thought of how Lucius' hands would feel on his naked flesh, and the knowledge that next Christmas he would be allowed to take part in the Yuletide orgies. For since he would no longer be virginal, he would be considered ready for these secret adult games.
He lay down on the rug, shifting against its warmth and softness, hoping that its silky depths would lull him into the soothing sleep he craved, would still all lustful thoughts of his beloved until the next day dawned...
As the sun rose on Christmas morning, Lucius Malfoy awoke, smiling. This was one of his favourite times of the year, for it always made him happy to see little Draco, overjoyed and bubbling with playful mirth, opening his multitudes of Christmas gifts under the decorated tree and stuffing himself with turkey, plum pudding and sweets at Christmas dinner.
It was for Draco's sake that Lucius had excused himself from the orgiastic pleasures in the ballroom an hour or two before they were officially brought to a close. And before he had lain down upon the smooth ebony silk of his sheets and pillows, Lucius had made sure to cast a Healing Charm upon the angry scarlet welts left on his ass and thighs by Walden Macnair's suede flogger, and dose himself with a potent draught to allow him a refreshing though abbreviated slumber which would restore his vigour by morning so that he could enjoy his child's company to the fullest. It would never do to have anything distract Lucius from his precious son, especially lack of energy due to a night of the most extreme depravity.
Dear little Draco. Lucius adored his son above all other beings, and his fondest wish was that some day he could express that adoration through physical love, the divine tenderness that was Malfoy incest. But that was something he would never force Draco into. He wanted the boy to willingly give himself; the same way Lucius had given himself to his own father many years ago. But it would probably be quite some time before Draco was ready - Lucius had already entered his thirteenth year when he first came to his father's bed.
Raising himself up onto his elbows, Lucius noticed a note left on the nightstand. He smiled again. Draco always did this every year - he was constantly impatient for Lucius to see the latest elaborate gift that Draco had purchased or made, forever eager for Lucius' approval and delight. Draco could have those anytime, both Malfoys knew, but Christmastime was just so.... special.
Chuckling, Lucius read the note aloud, and sure enough, it said, in Draco's handwriting:
"Your present is downstairs".
With a broad smile illuminating his handsome face, Lucius donned his jet-black satin night robe and slipped quietly down the stairs to the family room. Nobody seemed to be awake, not even the house elves; Malfoy Manor was completely silent. Gently pushing open the huge oak door of the room where the glorious Christmas tree stood, Lucius looked around expecting to see Draco standing there, waiting for Lucius to discover and praise his son's latest Yuletide offering.
Lucius saw no sign of the boy, however, until his eyes fell upon the small, pale form curled underneath the tree, light strands of blond hair softly framing the delicately featured face, the pouting rosy lips parted as if begging to be kissed. Draco was stripped entirely nude but for the ribbons of glittering silver that twined all over the younger Malfoy's perfect body, creating a sensual, intricate web of intimate bondage. The coils of ribbon exquisitely highlighted the ivory pallor of the sleeping child, enhancing the soft coral tint of his tiny nipples, the silken outlines of his slender thighs and the almost invisible first dusting of fine down between them.
The elder Malfoy's smile grew even wider, and Lucius found himself almost purring with approval and unabashed desire, knowing instantly what it was that Draco wished to give him.
Tenderly lifting the child into his arms and taking special care not to wake him, Lucius carried little Draco into the master bedroom, and laid him upon the luxurious velvet counterpane. Lucius could not help but smirk a little at the sight of the ornate bow adorning the boy's youthful shaft. Too precious for words... Lucius gazed raptly, worshipfully, at the beauty of his son; flawless purity offered up to him and him alone. This was, Lucius thought as he bent to rearrange some of the bright streamers, the most delectable Christmas present he had received in his whole life, and he was going to enjoy this as long as he possibly could...
Draco awoke to find his father kissing him lovingly on the lips, tongue fluttering in sweet exploration and curling languorously against the boy's own tongue. With a sudden start, Draco realised where he was, and that he was tied by the ribbons on his wrists and ankles to the four-poster bed; his legs were spread wide apart and the ribbon binding his now aching erection was as tight as a cock-ring around him. His father was now as naked as Draco himself, and massively hard.
"Father..." Draco moaned as Lucius began to move his lips down over the boy's pinioned form, ghosting the lightest of kisses over the silky throat, nuzzling at the fragile hollow of the collarbone, slowly trailing his hot, wet tongue-tip across the hardened nipples, inflicting softest love-bites on the tender flesh of the boy's stomach. As the young one whimpered and involuntarily lifted his hips towards the skilled and loving mouth of his father, Lucius whispered, "Yes, my precious son, you're mine now..." and took the swollen, bound hardness of the boy between his sensual lips.
Draco sobbed in pleasure at this delicious torture, completely at the mercy of the man he loved. As he had wanted to be for so long, helpless under those adoring yet possessive eyes and hands. Writhing and twisting with wanton lust in his bonds as Lucius leisurely sucked and licked his straining young hardness. Crying out, not in protest but in rapture as Lucius moved his caressing lips and tongue still lower, unbinding Draco's legs with a flick of the wand Draco had not even seen his father procure, and spreading the boy's thighs apart, pushing Draco's knees back towards his chest and lifting him so that Lucius' deliciously wicked tongue could flicker and thrust into the clean, fresh sweetness of his son's pink puckered entrance.
The boy moaned and panted as Lucius licked and probed at the tight orifice, taking his time to open and pleasure his son's most tender and secret place. Slowly drawing back almost imperceptibly to replace the supple tongue with the smooth rigidity of his wand, moving it gently in and out while he murmured lubricating spells. "Hush, Draco, relax..." Lucius soothed teasingly as he felt young Draco tense at being fucked with the magic implement. Such intense love-play could be dangerous or even fatal in unskilled hands, but Lucius had more than enough talent and proficiency at this technique to drive Draco to the brink of luscious madness without harming him. And he could draw out the boy's tormented ecstasy as long as he pleased. Draco's hands were still firmly tied, and he could neither escape nor touch himself. The boy's cock, too, was still entwined in ribbons, so that he could not climax until Lucius permitted it.
But Lucius' own cock was throbbing, needing, wanting, and he knew that he must take the boy now or risk exploding all over the coverlet. He gently pushed Draco's knees back again, and positioned the head of his hardened, leaking member against the beautiful boy's velvet opening, whispering, "Do you want this, love? Want me deep inside you, fucking you hard, filling you?
"Yes, Father, please!" Draco almost screamed as he heard Lucius growl low in his throat and slam his massive cock deep into his son's tight ass. Plunging into him over and over, harder than he should with a young virgin; but Draco raised his hips in frantic lust and moved against his father willingly, submissively, hot and open and begging with his eyes and voice for deeper, rougher, more. Held in the sweet tight heaven of Draco's body, unable to do more than cling to the boy and moan, Lucius gave Draco all he asked for, pounding into his no longer innocent young flesh like a rutting animal until he felt the rage of climax claim him. Snarling ferociously, Lucius filled his beloved son and heir's body with the very seed that had once sired him, hearing the child's screams of need and wild abandon as Lucius spent himself inside that perfect, silken channel.
Pulling swiftly out of his son's tight sheath, Lucius finally undid the ribbon that had held the boy's young hardness captive for so long. "Let me taste you, little lover," he hissed as he bent and began to suck the young one's cock far more ravenously than before. It did not take long for Draco's hips to rise and fall convulsively as his now free but highly sensitised erection was engulfed in warm, slick moisture. Draco came, and came hard, into his father's hungry mouth; Lucius closed his eyes and purred ecstatically as he swallowed the pure seed of his child.
With trembling hands, Lucius wrenched the remaining ribbons from his son and carried him to the bathroom, kissing his flushed little face and whispering endearments as he filled the bath with warm water and thick, musk-scented foam. Draco cooed and snuggled against his father's firm, muscled chest as Lucius lifted him into the water. The boy's ass burned and throbbed inside, but the pain was an exquisite one. Draco was no longer virginal. He had a lover, the finest in the entire wizarding world.
Lucius smiled and bent to kiss Draco's forehead. After their bath, the Malfoys would descend the stairs again to open their Christmas gifts. But each of them already knew that nothing could compare with the gift that they had both received that morning - the most precious bond of belonging to each other. The gift of perfect love.
~ Fin.