Summer Holidays at Malfoy Manor

Pairing: Lucius/Draco
Warning: Incest, obviously. Sexual situation involving an adult and a minor (chan)
Disclaimer: The whole Harry Potter thing – the universe, the characters, all of it – belongs to JK Rowling. I\'m just playing with it in ways she\'d never approve of and not making any profit.


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Summer Holidays at Malfoy Manor

Draco looked at his father from across the table. Lucius Malfoy was reading the early edition of The Daily Prophet, while sipping his coffee. Draco thought he looked quite relaxed this morning. Business was probably going well, then.

The young Malfoy had returned only the previous afternoon from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, looking forward to the summer holidays and to spending some time with his father, whom he admired. He studied Lucius\' face, seen in half profile, taking in the high brow, aristocratic nose, well-defined cheekbones and full lips. Draco hoped that he would grow to resemble his father a little more closely than he did at that time, as a young teenager.

As Draco finished his breakfast, Lucius raised his eyes from the article he was reading to look at him. Draco met his gaze and smiled, and was in turn rewarded with a slight curling of his father\'s lips. Lucius slowly folded the newspaper and put it down on the table.

\"Join me in my study, Draco.\" Lucius\' voice was soft, yet this was not a question but a command.

\"Yes, Father.\" This was what Draco had been waiting for. Their own private ritual of greeting, that took place every time he came home for the holidays.

With a curt nod at Narcissa, who had joined them at the breakfast table only a few minutes earlier, Lucius rose from his chair and left.

Draco followed suit, giving his mother a small kiss on the cheek and a softly-spoken \'good morning\' as he passed her on his way to the study. He hurried down the corridor and through the hallway. He took a quick look around him as he stepped inside the room and closed the door behind him.

Decorated with exclusive dark wood, expensive fabrics and a few elegant objects of fine art, the room still held an air of masculinity. There was no doubt that this was one of Lucius\' favourite places in the house, and to Draco, stepping into it felt almost like being embraced by him. The thick carpet that covered the floor felt very luxurious under his feet, and Draco suspected that he\'d always love that feeling and all that was associated with it.

Lucius was sitting in the big leather-upholstered chair behind his desk, waiting for him. He smirked slightly as he laid eyes on him, and Draco felt a small shiver down his spine. He recognized the look in his father\'s eyes, and knew that very soon he would be rewarded.

\"Come here, Draco. I believe it\'s time that you greet your father properly.\" Lucius watched as Draco crossed the room, rounded the desk and, in a fluent motion, went down on his knees in front of him. There was a small smile on Draco\'s lips as he looked up at his father\'s face and reached out to unzip his trousers.

Draco leaned forward as he eagerly pulled out Lucius\' cock and stroked it a few times. He was always amazed at how soft it was under his fingers, like expensive silk, and how deliciously hard it was in his hand. With a last look into Lucius\' pale blue eyes, he leaned closer and opened his mouth.

He licked slowly over the hard shaft at first, then swirled his tongue around the dark head, relishing the taste. Draco had missed this, had missed the taste of his father on his tongue, and it had been one of the things most on his mind on the way home. At the small sound of approval from Lucius, Draco took him deep into his mouth and began to suck, using all the little tricks he had been taught. He knew how best to please his father, to bring him as much pleasure as possible. He took great pride in this, secretly wondering if his mother was even close to this good with her mouth.

Lucius\' breathing soon became a little heavier, a little deeper, in response to Draco\'s actions, and he tangled a hand lightly in his son\'s hair. Draco moaned at this; he loved feeling his father\'s hands on him. Before long, the grip on his hair tightened and Lucius thrust up deeper into his mouth, into his throat. Draco moaned around the hard cock, again and again, his own erection straining against the fabric of his trousers.

As Draco swallowed greedily, Lucius showering the back of his throat with his release, he couldn\'t help thinking that he wanted more. So far, Lucius had taught him something new and very pleasurable every summer, with the exception of the previous summer when he\'d been too busy with business... and Lord Voldemort. He had promised him, though, that this summer holiday there would be time for new lessons.

Looking back up at Lucius, Draco licked his lips, his arousal evident from his dilated pupils.

\"What will you teach me this year, Father?\"

Lucius gave Draco a small smile, clearly enjoying the sight of him on his knees like this. He knew also how much this had turned him on; if he\'d missed the look in Draco\'s eyes, or the tone of this voice, it was impossible to overlook the bulge in his trousers.

\"What do you want to learn, Draco?\"

Draco gave some thought to what he wanted, since it wasn\'t often Lucius asked for his opinion or his wishes. Did he really want slow instruction on how to do something? Wasn\'t it better to learn by doing, and then have all summer to turn it into perfection? Draco had had a fantasy all year long that he had nursed during the dark hours of night; wouldn\'t it be nice to finally have it fulfilled?

\"Fuck me,\" Draco said, with another lick over his lips and a wanton smile, then he leaned forward to apply his tongue once again to the still-hard cock in front of him.

Lucius moaned softly and soon reached into the desk drawer for a small vial of oil, knowing that this would be a most pleasant and relaxing summer.