Night Dreams
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Draco/Lucius
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
24,008
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Night Dreams
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter Universe does not belong to me, but rather to the wonderful J.K. Rowling, and anyone else who may legally lay claim. I'm just having fun.
Lucius stepped into his son’s room and paused beside the bed. Draco lay sleeping in the middle, looking so peaceful in slumber.
Making a split decision, Lucius toed off his shoes, removed his waist coat, and settled on Draco’s bed, leaning against the headboard. With a smirk, Lucius swished his wand, then sat back to enjoy the fruits of his labor.
Draco moaned softly in his sleep, legs moved restlessly. His pale skin became flushed, his lips became swollen, and his hands fisted in the sheets.
Lucius moved closer to his son and swept a sweat-dampened lock away from Draco’s face.
“What do you dream of, my son? What delightful pleasures unfold behind your eyes?” Lucius pitched his voice lower than normal.
He watched Draco respond to his voice; arching closer to Lucius’ larger body. Draco’s fists moved to clench in Lucius’ shirt, clutching the material tightly.
“Who do you see, my dragon, to make you writhe so prettily? Moan so wantonly?”
Draco tried to kick his blankets off, and Lucius moved to help. Once his legs were free, he threw one across Lucius’ lap. Lucius listened to his son’s breathing speed up, sat still as Draco rubbed his hardened prick against his hip.
Lucius wrapped an arm around Draco and brought his other hand in contact with his son’s cock. He cupped Draco through the fabric of his silk pajama bottoms, and squeezed.
“Who do you dream is holding you? Stroking you?”
He fit actions to words and stroked his son. When he stopped, Draco whined in protest, his hips grinding, seeking for the lost touch.
Lucius snaked his hand beneath Draco’s pajamas, possessively grabbing his son’s erection with no barrier. The younger Malfoy’s sigh of relief caused Lucius to laugh quietly. He jerked and tugged his son’s cock, using the pre-come to ease the motion. Lucius bent down, ghosting a kiss on his son’s sweaty brow.
As he continued to stroke Draco, Lucius murmured, “Who is it that’s touching you in your dreams? Who do you wish is touching you? Do you belong to someone in your fantasies? You should know better than that, my dragon.”
Lucius sped up his motions, closing his own eyes as his son’s hips moved faster. Draco clutched tighter to Lucius’ shirt and buried his face in his father’s chest, muffling the younger man’s cried.
Lucius felt Draco stiffen, felt his son’s hips still then jerk, and sticky warmth covered his hands. Afterwards, a fully relaxed Draco settled against him, and Lucius removed his hand from Draco’s softened flesh.
Wiping his hand on Draco’s satin sheets, admiring the darkened stain, Lucius got up and looked at his son. He truly was a beautiful specimen of Malfoy breeding.
He leaned down and whispered, “You should know better, my dragon, because you belong to me.” With one last kiss to Draco’s forehead, Lucius released his son from the sleeping charm, then left the room.
Lucius stepped into his son’s room and paused beside the bed. Draco lay sleeping in the middle, looking so peaceful in slumber.
Making a split decision, Lucius toed off his shoes, removed his waist coat, and settled on Draco’s bed, leaning against the headboard. With a smirk, Lucius swished his wand, then sat back to enjoy the fruits of his labor.
Draco moaned softly in his sleep, legs moved restlessly. His pale skin became flushed, his lips became swollen, and his hands fisted in the sheets.
Lucius moved closer to his son and swept a sweat-dampened lock away from Draco’s face.
“What do you dream of, my son? What delightful pleasures unfold behind your eyes?” Lucius pitched his voice lower than normal.
He watched Draco respond to his voice; arching closer to Lucius’ larger body. Draco’s fists moved to clench in Lucius’ shirt, clutching the material tightly.
“Who do you see, my dragon, to make you writhe so prettily? Moan so wantonly?”
Draco tried to kick his blankets off, and Lucius moved to help. Once his legs were free, he threw one across Lucius’ lap. Lucius listened to his son’s breathing speed up, sat still as Draco rubbed his hardened prick against his hip.
Lucius wrapped an arm around Draco and brought his other hand in contact with his son’s cock. He cupped Draco through the fabric of his silk pajama bottoms, and squeezed.
“Who do you dream is holding you? Stroking you?”
He fit actions to words and stroked his son. When he stopped, Draco whined in protest, his hips grinding, seeking for the lost touch.
Lucius snaked his hand beneath Draco’s pajamas, possessively grabbing his son’s erection with no barrier. The younger Malfoy’s sigh of relief caused Lucius to laugh quietly. He jerked and tugged his son’s cock, using the pre-come to ease the motion. Lucius bent down, ghosting a kiss on his son’s sweaty brow.
As he continued to stroke Draco, Lucius murmured, “Who is it that’s touching you in your dreams? Who do you wish is touching you? Do you belong to someone in your fantasies? You should know better than that, my dragon.”
Lucius sped up his motions, closing his own eyes as his son’s hips moved faster. Draco clutched tighter to Lucius’ shirt and buried his face in his father’s chest, muffling the younger man’s cried.
Lucius felt Draco stiffen, felt his son’s hips still then jerk, and sticky warmth covered his hands. Afterwards, a fully relaxed Draco settled against him, and Lucius removed his hand from Draco’s softened flesh.
Wiping his hand on Draco’s satin sheets, admiring the darkened stain, Lucius got up and looked at his son. He truly was a beautiful specimen of Malfoy breeding.
He leaned down and whispered, “You should know better, my dragon, because you belong to me.” With one last kiss to Draco’s forehead, Lucius released his son from the sleeping charm, then left the room.