Birthright

They climbed the back staircase to the second floor, and the long main hallway that branched off into the various bedrooms and the library. “Your room?” Draco inquired breathily. Lucius pressed him back against the heavy wooden door and kissed him until he felt dizzy; Draco turned the knob and they fell together into the room.

Lucius faltered slightly as he closed the door behind them. Draco shook his head and buried his hands in Lucius’ shirt, pulling him close.

“I’m sorry, Draco. It’s just…your mother and I…no one else has…”

Draco bit his lips gently. “Forget about her for a little while, Lucius. Focus on me.”

It took the elder Malfoy a moment to realize his son had called him by name—this lag time was mostly due to the fact that Draco was doing his damnedest to extricate Lucius’ tonsils. He decided he liked it; there was something rather unnerving about being referred to as ‘Father’ whilst engaging in a sexual act. Draco insistently tugged at Lucius’ shirt, and the older wizard obligingly crossed his arms and pulled it over his head.

“Let your hair down,” Draco growled, nipping at Lucius’ collarbone. Lucius obeyed, muscles rippling as he reached back and removed the tie. A cascade of pale gold fell around hhoulhoulders. Draco ran his hands back through it, kissing him roughly. Not to be dominated, Lucius dug his thumbs into Draco’s shoulders and pushed him back toward the bed.

Draco surrendered himself to the fall and landed heavily on the mattress. Lucius crawled after him. His father’s hands slid up his thickly muscled calves and thighs, kneading and stroking, and Draco bit back a moan. “Don’t,” Lucius murmured, caressing the inside of Draco’s thigh. “I want to hear you.” He moved forward until he was pressed close, fingers locating and teasing Draco’s hardness. This time Draco’s throaty moan was clearly audible, and Lucius smiled.

The younger wizard started to say something, but Lucius prevented him—all that came out was a startled gasp of “Lucius!”

Lucius lapped at Draco’s throat and growled deep in his chest. “Oh, the things I want to do to you,” he murmured, kissing downward to tease a taut nipple.

“You talk an awful lot, Lucius,” Draco said, slipping his leg around Lucius’ back and pulled him up and toward him. “Let’s get these clothes off and let the rest resolve itself, hmm?” Lucius looked at him; the blue eyes were practically dancing. He sat back to allow Draco to wriggle out of his remaining clothes; Lucius stood and lazily peeled out of his pants. His undergarment followed and he stood patiently as Draco flung his clothes to the floor. Draco stopped dead and looked up at his father, who crossed his arms and met Draco’s gaze. The younger Malfoy’s deep blue eyes raked down and back. “My god,” he breathed.

Lucius shook his head, chuckling. “Are you quite finished?” he asked. Draco nodded and Lucius knbesibeside him, pulling him into a kiss. Lucius pushed gently and Draco let himself be laid back in the sheets once more. His mouth was hot and almost agonizingly pleasurable against Draco’s skin; his tongue was slightly rough as it swirled expertly over the neglected other nipple. It came to a hard peak and he purred in satisfaction, nipping at the flesh below it and leaving a wet trail down Draco’s stomach.

“Oh, my dragon,” he moaned, laving soft flesh that stretched over hard muscle. Draco was leaner of build than Lucius, and heavy muscles were not so easily gained for him. He did, however, keep himself in excellent condition. Lucius’ hands were firm on Draco’s thighs as he dipped his tongue into the inviting navel, eliciting a little cry of surprise. Draco’s hands were fisted in the sheets and his teeth were clenched. Lucius followed the soft trail of pale blond hair down from Draco’s navel.

Just as he reached the nestle of golden curls, Draco put a hand in Lucius’ hair. “Wait,” he gasped, pulling gently upward.

“What is it, dragon?” Lucius asked, dropping a kiss to Draco’s stomach and sliding up to lean over him.

“Before you…I want…let me touch you.”

Lucius chuckled and allowed their positions to be reversed. Draco moved to the foot of the bed and started his explorations from the opposite end; his father’s high arches and powerful calves fascinated him. His straight white teeth scraped gently at the flesh of feet and ankles, too hard to be ticklish but not enough to cause pain. He explored the solid joints, nuzzling the light dusting of hair that covered his father’s legs. Draco nosed his way up his father’s thighs, pausing at the top and looking up for approval. Lucius’ eyes were shockingly dark, the ice-blue irises almost obliterated. He nodded.

Draco was not hesitant in taking Lucius into his mouth. His tongue caressed the length eagerly, savoring the feeling of soft velvet over hot steel. He left off as Lucius writhed under him, dropping kisses on his way up Lucius’ stomach. “Tease,” his father panted.

“You like it,” Draco murmured, biting hard at the muscled abdomen. Lucius arched and hissed at the pain and pleasure of it; his hands found their way into Draco’s hair and clenched. “Easy,” Draco said, a hint of warning in his tone. Lucius nodded and loosened his grasp; Draco nodded and smiled up at the elder Malfoy. He continued his languorous exploration, pausing to taste particularly appetizing patches of skin. “Love you,” he murmured, rubbing his cheek on Lucius’ chest.

“And I you, my dragon,” Lucius answered. Draco delved his tongue into the hollow of Lucius’ throat, smiling at the purr that produced. He dotted kisses along his father’s throat and chin before finally catching the coral lips with his. When he released Lucius’ lips slowly, he leaned down and ghosted his teeth over the soft curve of an ear.