Admire

My son's sleeping figure lies next to me I can't help but look at him with admiring eyes. He has the silvery hair that is mark of the Malfoys. It is fine and soft as a newborn child's.

He has the high cheekbones that make his grey eyes look sleepy, giving him a defenceless look. I know better then that; I have seen the fire that lies below the surface. His look of innocence is a great tool and one to be used wisely.

I look at his lips that I have kissed a thousand times; they are feminine and have a consent pout to them. I smile at the thought of how many times he uses them as a weapon to get what he wishes; childishly and carnally.

Draco has beautiful hands with the long tempered fingers that easily handle the most fragile of potion ingredients without damaging them or cause a curse that could rip away the life of its victim. He has the hands of a piano player, if I may add, dexterous and lithe.

Many people say that my son is a copy of myself, but I cannot agree. He is his own person and has his own mind. It has led to many tests of will. I cannot help but to be proud that he stands up for what he believes in, but he has yet to win against me.

This is my son. I will love him no matter what. I will not turn my back on him. He is my blood and the only other person I can say I love. To shun him would be a crime I could not live with.

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Draco opens his eyes slowly. "Father, are you done staring at me?" He asks playfully.

Lucius smirks "Never." He kisses Draco and pushes the fringe out of his eyes. "I can admire you all I wish." Lucius runs his hand down the sculpted torso to the soft curls of Draco's nether region.

A soft sigh escapes Draco's lips as he let Lucius's soft hands burn a needy path over sensitive areas and following with kisses and bites that leave him gasping, leave him wanting more.

Draco pushes his father onto his back and licks from the base of his neck to navel. He looks into Lucius's face to see his eyes burn with a passion that marks his soul. Draco takes the head of Lucius's cock into his mouth and runs his tongue along the slit. Lucius pushes his head back into the pillows, his long hair creating a halo, giving him a look of a fallen angel.

Draco licks again, drawing moans and panting from his father. Feeling fingers entwine into his hair, silently demanding more. Draco, leaving Lucius still hard and wanting, works his way up, kissing and licking, reaching his mouth and biting on his lips making them desirably red and all the more kissable.

Lucius flips Draco onto his back and devours his mouth leaving his lips only to summon the jar hidden in a drawer. Draco feels Lucius's long oil-coated fingers entering him, making him pant and growl. When Lucius touches his prostate he arches his back, then presses down to get more.

Draco claws at Lucius as he enters him and screams in passion as long fingers begin to stroke him in time with the thrusts. Draco locks his legs around Lucius and grinds his hips into the motion, pulling a pleased moan from Lucius as he speeds up rocking Draco's hips back in to the mattress.

Lucius bites down on Draco's shoulder as he spills his release into Draco's body and feeling the warm fluid coat his hand. Lucius licks his son's essence from it, tasting the salt and bitterness as a moment memory of the only heaven he would ever know.

Kissing Draco he thought to himself that maybe they were more alike, in the end. It mattered little as long as Draco was his.

Fin