Title: Gramaraye
Author : Rube ( [email protected])
Rating : NC-17
Pairing : Draco/Lucius (Slash, Incest)
Category : Angst/Drama
Summary : A moment between the sheets.
Disclaimer : This is written for Aspen, because (as her official Little Bunny Foo-Foo, ô) I have a duty to cheer her up whenever possible. Thanks to durendal for the beta.

Lorielen's note: this fic got first place at the Nox et Lumos context 'Libertinage of the Highest Order'

 

Gramaraye

Well, they all really want you, if only you that wanted them. Lights move in the chalk lines, chains that define who I am...

...I used to see something in the idea, but only once did my hands reach anything beautiful. "Gramaraye," Remy Zero

His father's hands are gentle when they touch him, pressing hard and soft, into the little crevices of his glowing, pale skin. His hands speak to Draco, from atop the covers. The window is open, the moonlight is beating down on them - both equally pale - so they are illuminated in it, and each other.

With the way Lucius has Draco tuned to him, all Draco can think about, all Draco can see, are those fine hands. Now, they're moving across his thighs and grasping at his calves. Draco's head lolls lazily to the side. Oh, yes. This is what he waited and ached and dreamed a school year for. This bliss. This pair of hands, those fingertips padding over skin like a rock skipping over water.

His hands are replaced with lips. Gentle swipes of tongue more than suffice than warm kisses of fingertips across his back or at the rise right before his ass. That tongue wickedly delves past the cheeks, spreading him, pressing his pursed lips against the tight, puckered hole there.

"Please, father," Draco gasps, fingers clawing the bed sheets that are rapidly sliding to the floor from their heavy movements. He is not very skilled at begging; Lucius made sure of that, early on, but Draco makes a hearty, imploring effort.

"Please what, Draco?" Lucius asks, reaching up to secure his hands on Draco's hips, so he can't thrash about.

"Please, just fuck me," he pleads, panting raggedly, face pressed against the mattress. "Or I'm going to come," he mumbled, softer, stifled by the sheets and mattress. A soft smile from Lucius; he loves to hear obscene words tripping off of his son's tongue - it reminds him what he's defiled, exactly. Draco was always so prim and proper, unshakable. It took quite a lot to get to him, and when Lucius did, he revelled in it.

Lucius moved away from between Draco's legs and planted a chaste kiss on the sensitive skin of Draco's neck. His son reached blindly for his father, hand unsteadily grabbing for skin, hair, anything of Lucius to hold on to. He lifted his head and, bleary-eyed, twined his hands in Lucius thick hair, dragging his father down for a carnal kiss. Draco groaned, hands dropping to Lucius shoulders, fingernails digging into the flesh until five small crescent moon-indentations appeared on each shoulder. Draco murmured something that could have been, "daddy," and crawled back down on the bed, pulling Lucius on top of him.

Draco pulled away from the kiss, and slid one leg over his father's hip. 'Father, please?" he pleaded, undulating his hips in an upward grind, his cock pressing hard against his father's. Lucius found that his lips were in an extremely opportune place; the crook of Draco's neck. He bit down. Hard. Draco yelped and yanked a few hairs from the back of Lucius' skull.

'Don't play rough, Draco," Lucius goaded, gathering the taunt skin with his teeth, and, with a fierce, painful snip, nearly bit a section of Draco's skin off. His son moaned, his toes popping as he unconsciously curled them. With a spry smile, Lucius grabbed a fistful of the silver-blonde wheat of Draco's hair and yanked him backwards, away from the closeness and body heat that they shared, and ran a tongue down Draco's jugular, using his teeth to push down on the susceptible throat.

"I want to fucking play rough," Draco panted, flinging an arm over his eyes in frustration. Lucius chuckled softly at him and made a soft purring noise, chin propped on Draco's shoulder, fingers dancing to Draco's crotch. His fingers twined and played with Draco's soft pubic hair, lifting upwards and tugging just enough to hurt. Draco whimpered and splayed his thighs further, welcoming the touch.

'Yes, I know you do," he murmured, swivelling his hand downward, rubbing his fingers across the underside of the shaft, running a finger over a vein, watching Draco's lips part in a wet moan that dropped back down to a whining sigh as he cupped his palm over Draco's testicles. 'Draco," he said, his tone firm enough to pull Draco's hand away from over his eyes. His voice softened, 'do you want me to suck you?"

Draco's eyes darkened and narrowed to brooding slits. His tongued darted out from behind the safety of lips and teeth to lick the bottom edge of his lip. 'No," he whispered, his hand flitting down to sweep over the head of Lucius' cock. Lucius hissed through gritted teeth, moving his hand from Draco's balls to the wetted, still-unyielding hole behind them. Draco hummed softly, his head dropping back down to the pillow.

'Yes," he breathed, thighs spreading impossibly wide. 'That feels so good, daddy."

'Mm," Lucius hummed, forcing his finger knuckle-deep past the taut ring of muscle. He worked the digit deeper and deep, reaching for the sensitive gland, and, upon finding it, worked it with hard flicks. Draco groaned and pivoted his hips down, so the whole of the finger was buried deep inside of him.

'That's it," he grunted, lifting his hips back up only to slide back down with a choked growl. 'Hurry, please," he whispered, and Lucius obeyed this one command.

He moved over and into his son, braced on his arms, bending his head to plant careful kisses along Draco's soft cheeks and delicate jaw line. Draco wrapped his thin, muscular legs around Lucius waist. He surged forward, rocking deep enough to hit the spot, and slid back out, drinking in Draco's soft sighs and low moans. It must have hurt Draco, even the tiniest bit, but he didn't complain, and Lucius didn't want to think about how wonderfully tight his son felt, clenched around him.

'Daddy," Draco whispered, curling his hands in the stray locks of Lucius' hair like he was still a child. He bent forward, an awkward angle, and smoothed a kiss on his eyebrow, mouthing kisses further down, stopping when he encountered the salty droplets.

'Draco..?" he stilled his thrusting and balanced his weight on one hand, wiping the tears away.

'No, it's fine," he sniffed, rotating his hips as encouragement. 'It feels so good."

'I'm not hurting you?" Lucius blinked.

'No." A vague smile. 'You're doing anything but that." Lucius looked down at him, still an uncomfortable move at his position, and studied Draco's face. He smiled up at him.

'I want you to come for me," Lucius murmured, 'and I want you to say my name when you do."

'Lucius," Draco muttered softly, wonderingly.

'Yes," Lucius said, 'just like that, love." He moved his hips again, using his free hand to pull at Draco's cock.

'Daddy," he said, this time louder.

'Yes, Draco," Lucius groaned, squeezing his eyes shut.

'Daddy," Draco trembled, arching his back. 'Oh, Lucius." He shot searing white come onto the board of Lucius' stomach. Groaning, Lucius pumped into him a few times, spurting hot fluid, raggedly whispering something like his son's name.

'Daddy," Draco said, when Lucius was finished and collapsed on top of him. 'I love you, daddy."

End