Birthright

“I want you inside me, Lucius,” he purred huskily.

“Are you certain?” Lucius asked, his voice suddenly serious. He pulled Draco back to look him in the eye.

“Just because I live at a school does not mean my…education…has been neglected,” Draco said, grinning devilishly. “You will find me quite receptive, I believe.”

“A Malfoy, abasing himself so?” Lucius asked, smiling lazily. Draco chuckled.

“Oh, only after I fucked the other boy raw, I assure you.” Draco ran his fingers lightly over Lucius’ arms, sending shivers through his spine. The Dark Mark was slightly warmer than the rest of his skin, Draco noted curiously. “Come on, Lucius. I want to feel you. I want that big, beautiful cock.”

“And you said I talk too much,” Lucius growled, lunging forward and reversing their positions once more, bearing down on Draco. “I do love it when my lover talks dirty.” Draco could feel Lucius’ hot hardness pressed against his leg; he shuddered mightily. Lucius pulled back, kneeling between Draco’s legs. Draco looked up at him, eyes hooded. “Dragon, you have no idea how appetizing you look right now.”

Lucius murmured something under his breath; Draco recognized it as a retrieval spell. He pulled Draco’s ankle to his shoulder. Draco took a deep breath and willed himself to relax. But when Lucius’ fingers touched him, he tensed.

“It’s cold,” he complained softly. Lucius hummed and withdrew his hand. After a moment the contact returned, and Draco sighed. He laid his head back in the sheets and closed his eyes. “More,” he moaned, and Lucius added another finger.

“Such a little whore,” Lucius purred. “But I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. You are a Slytherin.” Draco hooked his other leg over Lucius’ shoulder and opened his eyes, meeting his father’s gaze.

“Are you going to talk me to sleep, or are you going to fuck me?” Lucius delved deeper with his fingertips, locating the hard knot of nerves inside Draco and stroking it. Draco arched against him. Lucius twisted his fingers once more.

“Ready, my dragon?”

“Always,” Draco gasped, hands fisting in the sheets.

Lucius chuckled and withdrew his hand; Draco moaned despite himself. He threw his head back as Lucius pushed forward. His father’s cock was thick and hot inside him, and he pushed back against Lucius’ body. Lucius gripped his thighs so tightly as to leave red marks, thrusting roughly into Draco. Draco emitted a sharp gasp. They worked out a demanding rhythm, and Lucius’ hands found Draco’s erection, stroking him expertly.

Draco came with a shout, rather unexpectedly. Lucius thrust sharply against him a few more times and followed. He bit down on the inside of Draco’s thigh, leaving a livid bruise. Lucius withdrew and leaned forward to lap at the pearly cum on Draco’s trembling belly. He lay on his side next to his son and kissed idly at his throat.

“We should get cleaned up,” Draco murmured, turning his head to receive the feathery kisses on his lips. Lucius hummed in agreement but made no move to get up, ghosting his hands along Draco’s flank and nuzzling his chin. “All right, you,” Draco said in mock irritation, pushing him away. He sat up, leaving Lucius behind. Draco ran his fingers over the bright red mark on the inside of his thigh. “Staking your claim?” he asked.

Lucius hummed and stretched like a cat, pushing himself to his feet. His eyes met Draco’s, blue on blue, and he smiled. “Join me in the bathroom,” he purred. Then he turned and walked away, and Draco watched distractedly for a moment. Lucius’ hair swung slightly as he moved, and the muscles of his hips and back flexed powerfully. Beautiful. Draco stood and stifled a groan. He was going to be very sore later. He shook himself and followed his father into the master bathroom.

The master bathroom was richly appointed with black marble and silver fixtures. Draco looked longingly at the oversized tub, buciuscius had already chosen the shower. He tugged Draco under the spray and up into a kiss. Draco let his eyes flutter closed and leaned back against the cool stone. “Don’t fall asleep on me,” Lucius murmured.

They cleaned each other luxuriously and stood in the hot spray together until Draco felt he almost could fall as. He. He let Lucius towel him down gently but efficiently. “I don’t suppose dinner’s ready yet,” he yawned.

“Hungry?” Lucius asked mischievously. Draco chuckled and kissed him eagerly, mouth scissoring against his father’s. They parted reluctantly. Lucius slipped into one of his silk robes and considered Draco for a moment. The younger Malfoy was still wearing only his towel.

Lucius opened the master closet and winced visibly. The left side was completely empty. Draco stepped forward and Lucius looked at him. His eyes were very bright.

“Get out.”

“But sir,” Draco protested softly, touching his father’s arm.

“Get out! Go.” Lucius wrenched away from him and threw the closet door shut. Draco backed toward the door. “You heard me, boy,” Lucius snarled.

Draco fled the room. He had not feared his father so for a long time.