Daddy's Little Dragon

The Seduction of Draco

On a lovely night in Malfoy Manor, little five year old Draco Malfoy was being put to bed by his father; Lucius. As was the ritual every night. Lucius would read him a story, tuck him in, kiss his forehead, and tell him to have sweet dreams right before he would dowse the candles and shut the door almost all the way. Lucius was an excellent father and Draco loved him more than anything; even his mother Narcissa.

This evening Lucius was reading young Draco the wizarding version of Hansel and Gretel, which was the real version, and the little boy was ooh-ing and ahh-ing at all the right places, causing his father to chuckle. Draco climbed into his lap during a scary part and clung to his father when the witch captured the poor children, planning to bake them and eat them.

As Draco squirmed in his father’s lap, Lucius began to get turned on. Now, it wasn’t the first time little Draco had managed to get this reaction out of his father, but it was the first time Lucius would act on his feelings.

As he continued to read, his hand rubbed little Draco’s arm, then his back, then skimmed down his tummy to rest on his little cock which was covered by the little green satin pajama bottoms Draco favored. Lucius’ hand slowly and gently rubbed Draco while he read the story to him.

Draco’s brow furrowed at what his father was doing and the funny feeling it was causing between his legs, “Daddy? What are you doing?”

Lucius smiled and leaned in to whisper in his ear, “Daddy just wants to make you feel good, Dragon. Do you want Daddy to stop?”

His father’s hand kept lightly rubbing against him and he let out a soft moan, “No, Daddy, please don’t stop.”

The man smirked as his son laid his head back on his shoulder. He continued to rub him gently through his pajama bottoms while he whispered the words of the story in Draco’s ear. When the story was over, he lifted Draco from his lap and placed him in the bed, pulling up the covers to his chin and leaning in to kiss his forehead.

“Daddy loves you, Dragon. Sleep well,” he whispered.

“Love you too, Daddy,” Draco said sleepily then sighed happily and burrowed further into the covers then fell asleep with a smile on his face.

The nights continued as such for about a year. Until one night, Draco dared to touch his father back. The story Lucius was reading, this time it was Beauty and the Beast, the actual story which had actually happened, almost dropped from his hands and his words faltered. He cleared his throat and continued to read as if nothing happened.

Draco bit his lip, wondering if he was doing it wrong. So, he wiggled in Lucius’ lap a bit, turning himself so that he could touch him better, then started again. This time Lucius did drop the book and his head fell back as a low moan escaped his lips. Draco smiled and continued to rub him through his pants.

The young boy kept looking at his father’s face to make sure he was doing it right. After all, he had never touched anyone like this before, though he had tried touching himself a few times since Daddy had started touching him.

Lucius looked into his son’s eyes as he spoke, “Oh, Dragon. That’s so good.”

“Do you like it, Daddy? Am I doing it right?”

The man nodded, “You’re doing it perfect, baby. Daddy likes it so much. You’re such a good boy.”

Draco smiled, “I’m glad, Daddy. I want to make you feel good like you always make me feel.”

Lucius moved his hand to join Draco’s then opened his trousers and slid Draco’s hand inside. He gripped himself a little harder, showing Draco how he liked it. The boy caught on quickly and began to mimic Lucius’ movements, causing him great pleasure.

“Gods, just like that, Dragon. Daddy likes it when you touch him there,” he whispered almost painfully.

The young blonde boy was all too happy to make his Daddy feel good and continued to do what he was doing until Lucius stiffened and let out a soft cry as he came. Draco pulled his cum covered hand out and looked at interestedly. He wasn’t too sure what it was but he was in awe that his father could do that.

Lucius chuckled and looked at his son, “One day, you’ll do that too, baby.”

His eyes went wide, “Really?”

His father laughed again, “Really. Now I think it is time for bed. Climb up.”

Lucius tucked him in, as he always did, and kissed his forehead, “Daddy loves you, Dragon. Sleep well.”

“Love you too, Daddy,” Draco said sleepily and, as always, sighed happily and burrowed further into the covers then fell asleep with a smile on his face.

Father and son continued this routine night after night, though the pretense of reading a bedtime story was eventually forgotten. Lucius wouldn’t even bother pretending to read one anymore, he would just pull Draco into his lap and touch him as Draco tentatively touched him back. Eventually, as all things do, the situation changed again.

This night Draco was again sitting in his father’s lap but by now they had moved up from merely touching each other to writhing against each other and rubbing off on one another. Little Draco was straddling Daddy’s lap as he ground his hard little cock into his father’s bigger one. It was business as usual. However, something else happened.

Draco leaned in and pressed an almost chaste kiss to the corner of Lucius’ mouth. At first Lucius was taken aback; Draco had never taken the initiative to kiss him while they were touching each other, and though Lucius would usually kiss his cheeks, his neck or his ears while they did, they had never before kissed on the mouth. Perhaps he could take it further without scaring the young boy.

He looked into Draco’s eyes as the boy rubbed against him, they were half lidded with desire, then held his face and leaned in to kiss him full on the lips. The blonde boy gasped softly, his mouth opening just enough, and Lucius slipped his tongue inside to explore. Eventually Draco’s tongue caught on and rubbed against his father’s, pulling a moan from the man.

They kissed almost feverishly, a newly wonderful thing they had discovered with each other that could only make their little playtimes more pleasurable. Lucius was lost in the kiss of his son while Draco was completely lost in the new sensations the kiss brought. He always felt so good when Daddy touched him and let him touch him back, but this was so much better. Draco never doubted Daddy loved him, but now nothing could ever make him doubt that fact.

Lucius and Draco continued to move against each other, Lucius’ hand sliding down Draco’s pajama bottoms to touch him there as his son rode him. It was a wonderful feeling and, even though Draco wasn’t actually touching him, other than grinding against him so sweetly, he eventually came, whispering , “My Dragon,” as he did. Draco was very pleased with himself, shivering from the amount of pleasure his dry climax had given him.

Daddy tucked him in as he always did, pulling the covers up to his chin, “Daddy loves you, Dragon. Sleep well.”

“Love you too, Daddy,” Draco answered sleepily as he sighed happily and burrowed further into the covers, falling a sleep with a smile on his face.