作者注释: This one is in celebration of the BottomDraco! LiveJournal community . This was supposed to be a two page smutlet but it got out of hand, as all my fics seem to.
This is unbetaed and first draft, as most of my PWPs tend to be. Maybe some day I'll clean it up, but let's be realistic! Hope some of you enjoy it nonetheless. Pardon the purple -- I couldn't help myself. And yes, I'm still working on a serious three part fic being betaed, and also my Draco bound by the sea fic.
"Shhh, Draco.。我必须这么做。”需要这么做，lucius心想，用舌尖舔过自己的薄唇，贵族象征的银灰色眼睛专注地微微眯起来。他将鞭子慢慢引向预定的目标——那青涩的，毫无瑕疵的，理石般白皙的皮肤，这里将要因被他标记而忍受疼痛。“你需要接受教训， Draco”说着，lucius在他儿子白嫩的肩胛处落下第一鞭，唤起了被固定在他书桌上的男孩那声声甜美诱人的恸哭。
Draco was stretched, pale and beautiful across the mahogany desk. His young, alabaster flesh contrasted nicely against the rich red grain of antique wood that had been in the family for generations. His height was perfect now, having just emerged from another growth spurt. His legs were spread lusciously wide, and his slender ankles tied with butter-soft green leather to the clawed feet of the desk. He was bent at the waist over the wood surface, offering himself up like a delicacy to be partaken of. The boyish muscles of his arms defined themselves beneath silken skin as he tugged half-heartedly on the bonds that tied his wrists to the desk's other two legs.
Absolute, divine heaven was splayed wantonly across Lucius Malfoy's desk; although he was certain most persons would believe the opposite was true. He smirked with pride at this thought and raised his suede flogger, its handle wrapped in the supplest leather so that the implement felt more like an extension of his physical self and his desires rather than a sinister tool of corporeal punishment. The extent of a flogger's painful nature was directly controlled by the one who wielded the instrument, and like everything in his world, Lucius desired to exert his control perfectly over the device, just as he was about to exert control over his son's flesh.
Draco screwed his eyes closed as the flogger's tails whipped through the air in perfect figure 8s, not physically touching, but kissing his shivering skin with a teasing breath full of promise. Lucius enjoyed the way the downstream of air played with his son's hair, disheveling the blond locks that will soon be cut short for another year at.
Lucius could not help but indulge his worshipful son who every summer grew his hair out so he could be more like his father. More proud as he was of Draco, some of the boy’s actions necessitated harsher reprimands than a glaring look or a cold phrase of disapproval. Today was one of those days.
"P-please, F-father..." Draco's tremulous lips were pale, their colour drained from both fear and anticipation.
"Shhh, Draco. I must do this." Need to do this, Lucius thought, swiping his pointed tongue over his thin lips, his patrician grey eyes narrowing slightly in focus. He guided the flogger closer and closer to his intended target -- young, flawless, marble-white skin, aching to be marked by his hand. "You need to learn, my son." And with that, Lucius felled the first stroke across his son's slender shoulder blades, evoking the sweet sound of a stifled cry from the boy draped over his desk.
For a moment Draco tried to rear his head back, but seemed immediately to recall that such a careless and resistant manoeuvre might hurt him more than if he offered himself up to the admonishing suede strips. With his cheek pressed to the clear lacquered desk, grounding himself by way of the cool surface, he rolled his shoulders up a fraction so when the leather struck him next, the straps moulded to his acquiescent posture as though he was designed for this role.
As far as Lucius was concerned, his son was perfectly suited to the role of an exquisite delicacy; to be indulged in on special occasions -- to be brought out, bound over his desk, lashed until he bled, and then fucked until he screamed in blissful ecstasy. And this was a special occasion, for Draco's earlier actions warranted this admonishment.
At the first draw of blood amidst the criss cross pattern of dark welts upon Draco's back, he cried out sharply and began hungrily rocking his hips in need. While Draco couldn't feel his lovely tight skin part and offer up a line of crimson life fluid as his penance, his body remembered the sensation by now. Lucius knew his son's flesh was pleasantly warm, and that the thrum of a flogger was akin to an exotic massage -- lulling and alluring at the same time. But the body never lied. The body's own reaction was something that could always be relied upon to disclose the truth, no matter how contrary the mind's position was on the matter.
Lucius lowered his arm, and approached his pale and bleeding son. He watched Draco's heavily panting form, glistening lips half parted in pleasure-pain, and grey eyes now wide as though in shock at the array of sensations coursing through his young body. Lucius opened the top left hand drawer of his desk. He retrieved a smooth platinum ring, humming with magic against his fingers, and then he smiled lasciviously. As he pressed himself gently against his son's warm thigh, he reached beneath the desk, around Draco's front, and slipped the ring promptly along his son's erection.
"No, please... don't, Father. I'm sorry." Draco squirmed, pulling ineffectually on his leather bonds, his sire ignoring his cry for clemency.
As Lucius held the ring far back along his son's swollen shaft, he bent down, a curtain of silken hair pooling over Draco's hot skin, and flicked his tongue tip over the line of crimson fluid. At the immediate taste of copper in his mouth, Lucius released a moan as though he was a parched man finally given water; his son an oasis in his world of decadence. He thrust himself once against Draco's quivering flesh, teasing himself as much as his son. After licking away the small amount of blood, Lucius whispered the words to tighten the cockring around his son's girth, just shy of painful.
Draco whimpered, his fingers forming fists of frustration, despite growing harder amidst his father's softly caressing, slender digits. Lucius closed his eyes for a moment, simply enjoying the arousing feel of his son's warm hardness beneath his fluttering fingertips.
"You want this, don't you, Draco?" Lucius purred, nipping the nape of his son's soft neck, tasting sweet, young innocence that belonged to him and him alone -- at least for the time being. Draco was still too young to involve himself in a traditional relationship.
Gasping, Draco managed to eke out, "Yesssss..."
"I hope you don't commit these infractions of yours on purpose... to garner my attentions." Lucius nuzzled his son's neck, deeply breathing in Draco's delicate scent, as though to pull the boy completely into his body.
"No. I-- I... know I can come to you..." Draco's words segued into a long groan as his father bit firmly into the sensitive nerves at the neck-shoulder juncture.
Draco had only once previous come to Lucius for this type of attention without any irresponsible actions warranting this brand of treatment. He had cleverly used spells to bind his wrists and ankles in rope and waited for Lucius in his study, prostrate on the antique Persian carpet that had seen more blood spilled upon it during Lucius' lifetime than the floor of most torture chambers. Lucius had been pleasantly surprised to discover his son naked and bound, yet he wasted no time in shirking his robes and thrusting his cock into his son's eager mouth with his fingers at the back of Draco's head, pushing himself down his son's sweet, boyish throat.
"Ohhh.... Father!" Draco moaned as Lucius sucked his neck, writhing like a snake to the extent his leather bonds would permit.
Lucius lifted his mouth from the lovely curve of his son's neck, now flushed red and beautifully decorated with his teeth marks. There were so many ways to leave his mark on Draco; from a spattering of white fluid on a pale cheek to a deep razor cut above a pink nipple -- everything he would gift to the boy sooner or later, and everything he would enjoy because, after all, Draco was his father's son. "You should come to me more frequently, Draco," said Lucius in a very permissible, open manner intimating that if his son did, he would provide Draco with many more pleasures of the flesh. And he would.
Draco simply whined and tried to bury his head in the hard wood of the desk in shame, as though he had not yet come to terms with his own desires and that he could go to his father to indulge in them without repercussion. He did not yet understand that Lucius would deny his son nothing with respect to their shared intimacy. All in good time.
Grinning, Lucius stepped back and uncoiled his flogger once more. "But for the moment you need to be punished."
Draco choked back a sob and nodded, steeling himself for what was to come. The merging of pleasure and pain was still a somewhat confounding experience for the young boy, and his father endeavoured to imbue him with enlightenment regarding the erotic nature of pleasure-pain. And yet, there were also times, such as this, where the pain must be real to reinforce a specific teaching.
With his right hand firmly holding the flogger's handle, Lucius gripped the suede strip tips in his left hand and drew his arm back, elbow forward. He released the tips as he guided the flogger towards their intended target -- his son's pale, smooth ass.
Releasing a moan, Draco tilted his head back now, safe to do so as his father was no longer striking his back. The boy's sounds of arousal and scent infused the air, thick with Lucius' desire, melding them into one.
Lucius paused for a moment and then struck the delicious curve of Draco's right cheek, pinking it immediately from the force of his arm. Flogging was an entrancing art, and for a time, Lucius forgot his own need. All that existed was the beautiful pale canvas of flesh, which he slowly transformed into crimson heat, and the flogger, like an artist's brush in his hands to enact his bidding. With an entrancing rhythm, Lucius rained the leather over Draco's ass, hips and thighs, navigating a careful circuit designed to instil inciting sensations. He smiled when Draco tried to lift himself up into Lucius' ministrations, luring the leather to wrap around his thigh tighter, and strike his ass harder.
As this was also to be a punishment, and not just an erotic game, Lucius did consciously strike harder towards the end -- much harder. Not until Draco was wracked with sobs, begging forgiveness, and apologizing in a voice dampened with tears, did Lucius cease his stinging admonishment. Draco's cries echoed throughout the study, causing his father's cock to twitch with their sincerity.
"You're so beautiful, Draco," purred Lucius, his hand gently stroking one of his son's inflamed cheeks, staining his lily-white hand with blood.
"Th- thank you, F- father." Draco whimpered in his throat, his body like jelly, having given up the natural fight some time ago; submitting to the demands of his father's punishing actions.
Lucius bent his knees and lowered himself on his haunches. As he trailed his left hand down his son's outer thigh, he sighed in appreciation of the swollen hot flesh. He bent his head forward and swiped his tongue over one of the bleeding welts -- penance had never tasted so divine. And his son's whines had never sounded as sweet as they did now, as Lucius laved his tongue along the raised crimson wounds. Slowly, as though savouring his son like a fine meal, Lucius lapped at the blood he was responsible for spilling -- too precious to permit to simply drip upon the carpet below.
Draco's body roused from Lucius' oral attentions and began to strain in desire against the leather bondage. The boy was ravenous for whatever his father would give him -- and more. Like the insatiable child that he was by nature, Draco's aching need would soon transform into virulent demands, his father mused.
After setting the flogger on the floor, Lucius took his hands to each cheek, and prised them apart, revealing the pink pucker of his son's enticing entrance. With his moist tongue tip extended, Lucius leaned forward and licked the sensitive ring several times before pushing firmly against Draco's sweet, young ass, releasing a moan of his own.
"Ohhhh... Father! P-p-please... Please..." Draco's whines only served to coax Lucius into pulling his son's flushed flesh further apart and licentiously lap at the bundle of tantalizing nerves. Lucius ached to utterly possess the boy in every method conceivable. And he was determined to do so in the time to come.
Lucius sensed that his son's body was strained so taut with need that he might snap any moment. He grinned and pulled back slightly, taking up his flogger once more. After licking briefly at a line of freshly formed blood, Lucius whispered in a voice thick with lust, "Mmmnn, and you taste so exquisite, my son."
"Th-thank you, Father." The appreciative intonation was edged with frustration, which Lucius was in no hurry to relieve. Yes, he had completed his son's actual punishment, but he saw no reason not to tease the boy further.
Standing up, Lucius dangled the flogger in front of him, between Draco's spread legs, and he shook the straps loose. With a gentle flick of his wrist, Lucius propelled the flogger between his son's legs, guiding the suede to lightly kiss Draco's undercarriage and strained erection. He paused for a few long, aching moments and repeated the incendiary action, deliberately coaxing the butter-soft suede to melt around Draco's erect cock.
"Ohhhh, more, more." Draco began to writhe, his body undulating in synchronicity from the flogger's stimulating ministrations.
Lucius bit back a moan, knowing full well the stirring sensation of a well-maintained flogger gently caressing his erection, how the straps coil and uncoil around his stiff length, each lick of soft leather taking him one step closer towards climax. Except Draco's cockring would prevent the release that often came after a few well-placed lashes.
"Please, Father, please... I want you... inside me." Knowing he would be unable to achieve orgasm from the relentlessly teasing flogger, Draco likely hoped his father would mercifully deliver the final pleasure by penetrating his wracked and prone body.
Lucius chuckled and laid the flogger, graced with sweat, blood and precome, on the desk. Reaching inside the open desk drawer, Lucius withdrew a jar of clear, viscous fluid. For a moment all that could be heard were Draco's laboured breaths and the clinical unscrewing of the jar. Lucius slicked his cock liberally with the lubricant and then guided a slippery finger towards his son's ass.
"No. Just... please..." Draco sucked in his breath and then whispered softly as though fearful of his father's reaction to voicing an obscenity, "...just fuck me."
Fatherly concern worked its way into Lucius' voice, the expletive disregarded. "Draco, I think you're still too young to do this without preparation. You are... very tight." The last was accompanied by a wistful sigh.
"I don't care. It's what I want. Pleeeeeease." Draco always begged so nicely, how could a loving father refuse the wants of his only child, especially when that child was made in his own image?
"Very well." Lucius wiped his lubricated finger around and over Draco's puckered entrance and then positioned the tip of his cock against his son's opening. Intently observing Draco's breathing pattern, he waited for a calm out-breath and then at the beginning of the following in-breath, Lucius pushed himself firmly inside his son's body in one fluid movement. And the sensation was glorious -- sheer bliss, gilded in purest gold.
Lucius had no idea who moaned louder -- Draco or him. Draco's moan, however, was tinged with a discomfiting sob.
"Are you all right, Draco?" Lucius inquired, stilling himself, buried almost entirely in Draco's tight heat, staving off his own climax by sheer force of will and control over his own body.
The blond boy nodded slowly and then managed, desperation dripping from his tongue, "Yes. Please, Father." A long pause followed by a whisper, "Please fuck me. I want you to... so much."
With his elegant fingers firmly gripping his son's slender hips, Lucius began rocking rhythmically, penetrating Draco deeper and deeper with each additional stroke until he was sheathed to his root, convinced he was moments away from pouring himself entirely into his son like liquid platinum into a goblet of the same magnificent metal. Draco felt absolutely glorious, the boy's tight muscles quivering around his aching erection, coaxing his pleasure and drawing wicked delight from his father with every thrust. Lucius groaned and picked up the pace, sliding in and out of his son, like silk on skin.
Soon, Draco began to keen, his throat tight with the frantic need to come, still prevented by the cockring sealed tight around the base of his erection. "Father! Let me come!"
Lucius didn't respond except by slamming hard into his son's yielding body, over and over, jostling the desk with the intensity of his powerful thrusts. Possessing his son was an incomparable experience. Knowing he was fucking his own flesh and blood was more arousing than any other sensual activity he'd partaken of, and Lucius had partaken of many so far in his lifetime. Some day he hoped to share them all with his son.
Draco, his head tossed back in ecstasy, his body pliant as his father fucked him vigorously, screamed out for release. His incoherent babbling was eventually overshadowed by his father's triumphant cry as he climaxed hard, spilling his seed deep inside Draco's tight, warm body.
Lucius' manicured fingernails dug deeply into Draco's hips as he milked his release with long, languid strokes in and out of his son's ass. He dropped his chin to his chest, permitting the sensual sensations to seize his entire being. Lucius' cock twitched and for a moment he thought he might wish to continue fucking his son, seeking out another orgasm, but he feared his son's mood would rapidly shift from adulation to resentment if he acted so selfishly. And for his son, he would do anything.
"Please," croaked Draco, his own body still wound tight like a tourniquet.
Nodding, Lucius pulled out of his son and whispered the words to release the leather bonds from around Draco's wrists and ankles. He caught Draco's trembling body as he began to slide from the desk, no longer held in place by the leather he could smell as keenly on his son as he could their coupling. Gently, Lucius lowered his son to the carpet and smoothly took up a position behind the boy so he could cradle Draco in his arms.
Draco leaned back against Lucius' chest, tangling his much shorter legs amidst his father's. He reached up and laced his fingers together behind Lucius' neck. As he spoke, Draco tilted his hips lasciviously, drawing attention to his flushed erection, now a painful shade of purple. "Please, Father, make me come."
Lucius nuzzled his son's neck, flicked his tongue along the sensitive shell of Draco's ear and then whispered seductively, "I want you to make yourself come. Touch yourself for me, Draco."
Draco shivered. He'd never knowingly masturbated in his father's presence before and the lewd prospect likely shocked him.
"I'll release the cockring in a bit. But for now, stroke yourself." Lucius kissed his son's shoulder and then added as an afterthought, "Give me your fingers, Draco. Put them in my mouth."
Draco hesitantly obeyed, unlacing his fingers and bringing his right hand to his father's face unquestioningly.
Lucius captured his son's delicate digits in his mouth and began sensually laving his tongue over them, spreading saliva from fingertip to the edge of his son's palm with the same devotional care he had earlier licked his son's bleeding welts.
Draco moaned and squirmed against his father, tossing his head back to rest on Lucius' shoulder, breaths coming in gasps of absolute need.
Releasing Draco's fingers, Lucius said, "Now touch yourself... start with the head."
Uncertain, Draco drew his hand forward and Lucius observed eagerly as Draco wrapped his saliva glistening fingers around the tip of his sensitive cock. His son immediately groaned and stiffened into the scintillating sensation.
"Fuck your hand, Draco," whispered Lucius, mouth trailing gentle kisses along his son's soft skin. "Nice long, firm strokes."
Draco whined and complied with his father's wishes, enveloping his cock firmly and stroking himself slowly. Within minutes, Draco was wriggling against Lucius' chest, his entire body enrapt with pleasure and the desire to seek an end to the sensual torment that formed his pleasure. His breath hitched in his throat and he squeezed himself harder, ravenous for the release still denied him. "Father, please!"
Lucius smiled against his son's neck and whispered the words to release the cockring. The next stroke from Draco's boyish hand brought forth a stream of thick, white fluid.
Crying out as though in agony, Draco climaxed all over his hand, his father's thigh, and the carpet. He whimpered and continued fisting his spent cock for a few more moments, greedily chasing every ounce of bliss from his orgasm. And then he sagged boneless against his father's chest, hands falling limp to his sides, desperate to suck air into his oxygen deprived lungs.
"Mmmnn, simply beautiful," purred Lucius. "Now, what lessons did you learn today, Draco?" Lucius wrapped his arms lovingly around his son's pliant body.
Barely finding his voice, Draco managed to say, "Not to play with your Dark Arts magical items without you there."
"And what else?" Lucius softly kissed his son's cheek, feeling Draco's skin flush with heat from the answer to this question.
"That-- that I can come to you any time."
"For what purpose?" Lucius smirked against Draco's jaw, enjoying the torment of drawing out the wicked answers to his probing questions.
Very quietly, Draco replied, "For... this."
"And what is this, my son?" Lucius brought a hand up and gently tilted Draco's head until the boy's lips met his. He snaked his tongue tip out, flickering along his son's pert mouth.
"You loving me. And me loving you."
"That's right. And I'll always love you, Draco." Lucius sealed his mouth to his son's, sighing breaths of desire into Draco's lungs. He smiled when Draco's small tongue sought out his, knowing that no matter what happened in the years to come, Draco would always love him as well. Father and son, their incestuous conduct born amidst a purity of love, utterly without taint, and answerable to none. They were, after all, Malfoys.
~ fin ~