Daddy's Little Dragon

I do not, nor do I claim to, own any of these characters or locations. They belong to J.K. Rowling and I just give them my own little spin. They have entered the world of Deirdra and I just let them stay for a bit and experience life on my side of the reality line.

Author’s Notes: This is a VERY naughty, dirty fic. If you don’t like the idea of dirty talk and incestual sex between father and son, I would advise you NOT to read this. Draco and Lucius share an evening in bed while reminiscing about their past together.

WARNINGS: Heavy incest, extreme underage in memories. Draco is 17 in the actual story but talks about times when he was as young as 7. It implies things could have happened with Lucius before that age, but doesn’t say directly. All of it was consensual.

Draco was lying in the bed waiting for his father to walk through the door. He was naked, as usual, and waiting. He never had to wait long, and this time was no different. He didn’t bother to look up when the door clicked open then shut, or when he felt a dip in the bed and smelled fathfather’s subtle cologne. He half rolled over when the older man’s hand rested on his naked hip and welcomed the lips that descended on his own, moaning softly into the kiss as his lips parted to take in the tongue that would explore his mouth then draw his tongue out to do the same.

That is how it had always been. Draco would wait, naked, in his bed for his father. But he wasn’t ashamed of it or regretful that it happened. He loved his father and he wouldn’t have it any other way. Most would say it was disgusting, wrong. But they were Malfoys; cut of a different cloth than the rest of the world and followed a different set of rules. Should anyone see the two, father and son, together in the throws of passion they would think it beautiful and erotic. But no one took the time to see them for what they were; two people in love. Their blood and relation had nothing to do with it.

They maneuvered into their normal position with Lucius half draped over Draco as they kissed, gently rubbing against each other, but the son had different plans for the father tonight. He flipped them over and straddled Lucius, leaning in to whisper in his father’s ear as he ground against him slightly, “Sit up against the headboard, Father, I think you’ll enjoy what I have planned for this evening\'s activities.”

Lucius gulped, but complied; it was very rare that Draco took the initiative when in bed, but he was more than happy to relinquish control to his son. For when Draco took control, it was always good. He moved to sit with his back against the headboard as Draco suggested then watched his son lustfully as the younger man crawled toward him then up his body, stopping only when they were nose to nose.

The younger blonde captured the other’s lips in a bruising kiss as he moved to position his opening over his father’s hard cock. As he broke the kiss, because he wanted to see the look on his father’s face, he looked him in the eye and began to lower himself onto the hard cock.

At first Lucius tried to stop him, he hadn’t prepared the young man, but Draco gasped out as he slid further down, “I prepared myself earlier, it won’t hurt.”

Lucius groaned at the mental image of his son with his fingers up his own arse stretching himself to take his father’s cock. The picture was almost too much and he could feel himself nearing climax too soon. He forced himself to push those thoughts out of his head and focus on the look of pleasure which had taken over Draco’s face instead.

Once fully seated, and after he had begun moving slowly, Draco leaned in to whisper in his father’s ear, “Remember our first time? My little hands and mouth? My tight little arse? I would bounce on your lap when I was no older then 7 and you would touch me. You\'d stretch me and let me touch you. I\'d beg you to \'Put it in me, Daddy,’ and you would.\"

Lucius groaned at the images the memory brought to mind and began to thrust up into the willing body above him slowly as the younger blonde continued with his little speech.

\"Or the first time I actually came, you were inside me. Do you remember, Father? How good it felt to be the one who gave that to me?\" Draco lips and teeth found Lucius’ neck and began to mark him. They always marked each other. But years earlier those marks had caused Narcissa to find out about their special relationship.

The elder Malfoy continued to thrust as Draco rose and fell at the same slow pace. The only sound for a few seconds being their heavy breathing as the next memory came to both their minds.

“Mmm, Father,” Draco began, “So fucking good inside me. What about the time when we were together in bed and the whore walked in? I was 14 and she was suspicious. You had me on my hands and knees, gripping the headboard. I was screaming my pleasure as I gripped it so hard my knuckles were white. You were behind me, pounding into me harder than ever before. My hips getting pulled back every time you snapped your hips forward. She screamed at us. Do you remember, Father? ‘How could you do this to our precious baby? He doesn’t want this!’ But she was wrong. I smirked at her and moaned for you, ‘Fuck me harder, Father,’ and you stroked my hard cock until I came. She watched. And she ran from the room when she saw me kissing you after I came screaming your name.”

Lucius groaned and tried to thrust up harder, but Draco kept a steady pace. He paused to nip at Lucius’ neck, getting a low growl when he hit his father’s spot. The younger man loved pleasing his father. He was away from home for so long during the school year, and missed him so terribly while gone, that when he got home his father spent every night in his bed. Now that he was out of school, he could have his father every night and he planned on letting him know that’s what he wanted with this little trip down memory lane.

He thought of another memorable time and began to tell his father about it as his movements got sharper and faster, “Oh, Gods. The time when I sneaked into your bed not two summers ago. The whore had forgotten, or claimed to have, about the incident she had witnessed the year before but insisted on sleeping in your bed when I was home so she could make sure we didn’t fuck,” he snorted then took in a sharp breath as he moved harder off and onto his father’s cock, “I sneaked in while she was sleeping andvingving prepared myself before hand, straddled your hips and slid onto your cock. She woke up to you on your back with me riding you as your hand stroked my cock furiously. I had my head thrown back as I rose and fell on your cock hard. Gods, I remember when I heard her startled gasp. It sent me over the edge. I looked her straight in the eye as I moaned, ‘Oh Father,’ then came as you moaned my name. She never interfered after that.”

Lucius remembered that well. Narcissa hadn’t ever tried to get him to fuck her after that, and she hadn’t bothered trying to tell him they were disgusting; he would have had her thrown out on her arse with nothing but the clothes on her back had she said anything. He desired to flip the younger man over, to pound him into the mattress, but he knew Draco had something more planned.

“Unh, remember the first time I was inside you? Just last year. I was so nervous, but you were so loving and gentle. It wasn’t that I hadn’t ever topped before, it was that it had never been with you. You looked me in the eyes and told me how much you wanted me. Wanted me inside you. I spread your legs, knelt between them, prepared you lovingly, and slid in like I had done it all my life. It felt like coming home to be inside you, Father. That night I became whole as I watched you writhe beneath me and cry my name when you came, my hand on your straining cock,” he whispered, moaning softly at the memory himself.

The older blonde gasped, “Yes, Draco, I had felt empty my whole life until the moment I first slid into you, then when you first slid into me it was like heaven.”

“Mmm, your cock feels so good inside me, Father. Do you like fucking me?” Draco gasped out as his movements became faster and harder.

“My Dragon, no one has ever made me feel the way you do. I wouldn’t give up fucking you if I were ordered to by law. They would have to kill me to keep me from sinking into that tight little arse of yours every night,” Lucius wasn’t one for holding back, especially when it came to fucking his son. He could only tell him exactly how he felt.

Draco moaned at his father’s words and leaned in to kiss him, their tongues dancing and dueling with each other. Lucius’ hand found it’s way to Draco’s cock as they moved as one, taking pleasure from each other as they always had. Draco had been with others, both male and female, but nothing, no one, could compare to his father. No one came close to being equal to Lucius.

“Father, I want to fuck you for the rest of my life. Feel your cock inside me, kiss you, feel your hand on my cock. Bury myself inside you and watch your back arch as I slide in. Oh Gods,” it was getting to be too much for him. He knew he would cum soon, and Lucius would follow shortly after. He wanted it to end soon so he could feel the pleasure of release, but also he never wanted it to end because the feeling his father gave him was like soaring.

They both moaned and grunted as they drew closer to their release. But Draco had more to say, “Father, tell me you won’t ever leave me.”

Lucius looked his son in the eyes, wondering what brought this on, “Never. I wouldn’t, couldn’t, ever leave you, my Dragon. You are as much a part of me as I am of you.”

“Fuck. I love it when you call me that. Stay with me, forever,” he said, never breaking eye contact.

The older Malfoy blinked. He wanted to stay in this relationship with his son, more than anything, but Draco had to produce an heir, and they couldn’t do that together. He wasn’t sure they could keep this hidden from Draco’s wife, when he got married, or if she would just let it happen right under her nose when she did find out. He told his son as much.

Draco stopped moving for a moment, “Father, I don’t want a wife, number one, and number two, when I get one, she’ll be happy enough to be fucked by me long enough to get her pregnant and have the Malfoy name and money. I really don’t think she would care. Not to mention all the girls know I prefer men, so she wouldn’t expect me to warm her bed more than enough times to sire an heir.”

Lucius thrust up when Draco was through speaking and the younger man moaned then took the hint and began moving once more. ‘He has a point,’ Lucius thought, ‘But who can we get that will understand?’ He then realized Draco was speaking as if he had someone in mind, “Who is she?”

Draco smirked and slammed down on the cock inside him especially hard, “Pansy, who else? It’s not like she doesn’t get it from her father, anyhow. She understands my needs, I understand hers, but we’re going to take precautions to make sure the child is mine. Now, can we move away from this subject and let me fuck you?”

Lucius nodded and moaned louder as Draco moved harder and faster. He loved being inside his son, the only one. As they moved closer to release, Draco leaned in and whispered, “There will never be another that I love like I love you, Father. Never.”

At hearing his words, the older man gripped Draco’s hips hard and began to slam him down harder, grunting his response, “No one will ever be close to taking your place.”

Draco threw his head back and began to move faster and harder still as one of Lucius’ hands snaked back to his abandoned cock and stroked him with purpose, “Come for me, my Dragon.”

Hearing the affectionate nickname his father had given him sent him over the edge and he came, moaning his release, “Oh fuck, Father!”

Lucius gasped at the feeling of Draco’s arse clamping down on his cock and thrust up a few more times then came as well, his son’s name on his lips. They sat there, limbs intertwined, lips locked, as hands moved up and down backs and whispered words of love and devotion were exchanged. Neither would ever leave the other. Their nightly activities may not have been that of a normal father and son, but they wouldn’t give them up for anything.