Title: Lucius Licentiosus
Author: ldybastet
Characters: Lucius Malfoy/Draco Malfoy
Rating: R
Warnings: Incest, adult/minor
Kinks chosen: Incest and Kokigami, the fake Japanese art of gift-wrapping one's member and presenting it to one's lover. (See kokigami.com for the root of this so-called kink.)
Word Count: 1430
Summary: Lucius gives his son the finest gift a man can give to anyone... his pride possession.
Author's notes: Yep, the "thousand year old Japanese kink" is completely fake, invented by the authors of the book one can find at the kokigami site and one other before that, published in 1990. Apparently the authors of the kink-encyclopedia thought it was so convincing that they included it in their listing, or they did so because people actually have started practicing it. Now I want to invent a kink too! *g* I did try to handle the "kink" in question a bit more seriously than the people who invented it have done, going for the more "ancient" version of it.

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Lucius Licentiosus

Yule-tide was upon them again. The snowfall not more than a few stray flings that the wind tossed about, more crystallisation in the air than true snow-flings falling. It would not be a fairy-tale Christmas with snow-laden trees showing off their new winter-coats for all to see this year either.

But Draco did show off the new robes that his mother had given him. He cared little about the snow. He was excited and happy with his presents: his first broom had been presented to him by Lucius that morning, a broom with all manner of safety charms, but still a real broom so that he didn't always have to beg his father to take him for a ride; he'd received all manner of sweets and toys and books. They had no guests for the evening, but Draco enjoyed the proud looks his parents gave him as he sat down at the table, smoothing down the front of the robes. Just like a little gentleman, the child shining through no matter how serious he tried to be - the beam of a smile that flashed in Lucius' direction.

That smile was repeated later, as Lucius let himself inside Draco's room, where the boy was waiting for his father to perhaps tell him a story and to kiss him goodnight.

Lucius had prepared carefully for this evening. Thin fabric and constraining cords was what he had wrapped the present he would give his son that evening with, a present that was for their eyes only, theirs and the night's.

He sat down on the side of the bed and Draco was instantly in his arms, embracing him tightly and telling him how happy he was for his broom and how much he had enjoyed trying it out during the day. Lucius thought of the roses on Draco's pale cheeks when he'd rushed inside to warm himself, the glittering joy in his eyes, how he'd come to Lucius to warm his cold fingers in his hands. The same fingers that Lucius lifted to his lips to kiss.

But Draco had another present to unwrap, Lucius told him and opened his robe to reveal the parcel. Layer upon layer of the thinnest silk, white upon burgundy, with a silken ribbon winding its way around it - an even darker red whose coils snaked around and around and ended with a knot in Lucius' lap. Draco reached out slowly to touch his present.

'For me?' he asked, soft voice hushed as if in awe. The nod that he got as reply was enough for Draco, and the tentative touch grew a little bolder. There was innocence in the boy, but enough knowledge to understand, and the heat on his cheeks told as much. Nimble fingers worked on the knot, and Lucius found it difficult to not hold his breath before the knot came lose and Draco slowly unwound the ribbon. He seemed to understand too that this was a special moment, one to be cherished, taken full advantage of, and not rushed to be over and too quickly forgotten.

Lucius couldn't hold back the moan as he felt the touches, diminished by the layers of fabric but teasingly real nonetheless. Touches - small fingers that carefully removed first the long ribbon, dropping it to the floor finally, then gradually removing the silk. Little caresses that Lucius felt more and more as layer after layer were discarded. It was close to maddening, and Lucius couldn't take his eyes off the unhurried movements, arousal that had began as a low throb now burning brightly inside him.

'Father,' Draco whispered as the shape of his present was undisputable, showing that it was what he had known it would be, and he couldn't hide the excitement that grabbed a hold of him. He moved faster now, eager to unveil his prize, the gift that his beloved father had offered him.

When the last layer of silk was the only one left, Lucius couldn't restrain himself any longer. How could he, when such light touches had brought him so much pleasure already? His hand was on Draco's naked back, following the curve of spine, skin alabaster white and softer than the silk that had covered him. How precious wasn't the little sigh that this provoked? How precious the tremble Lucius now felt against his cock, as that last barrier between them was removed and the warm tips of fingers stroked so lightly over the shaft?

Had he even dreamed of feeling Draco's lips, butterfly-light, kissing the tip? Dreamed yes, many times. Woken up in the middle of night with the most forbidden yet delicious images lingering in his mind, memories of touches still vivid, but fading and leaving him with a sense of frustration and longing. Had he known how his son would react? No, but he had often studied him, noticed the heat that burned in Draco even as it had burned in Lucius since he was Draco's age; he had suspected it to the point of being almost certain.

Had he foreseen the little laugh and the firm grip around his cock, the enthusiastic exploration and the pink tongue that licked over the hot skin? No, only in his dreams had Lucius seen it, and he would not have forced it. Kisses that made Lucius burn hotter than he could remember ever having done before, the feel of a hand that didn't reach all around him...

A deep moan tore itself from him when Draco straightened up again and climbed back into his lap to kiss him with lips that tasted faintly of the earthy musk of maleness, a layer of temptation and seduction over the innocence of the boy.

Lucius' cock fitted perfectly in the small valley between buttocks as Draco straddled him, and with his hands on them, he gently guided Draco to glide back and forth over the hard shaft. Their breaths mingled, kisses shared and growing more passionate as the heat and arousal grew inside them. It was so new to Draco, and he seemed determined to feel it all; his hands had not stopped being busy, but now they worked on removing the layer of fabric that covered the rest of Lucius. His hips moved against his father's body, undulating, finding friction for himself that sent shivers through him, left him breathless and needing, and Lucius marvelled at his son's eagerness.

'Show me how to play with my new toy,' whispered Draco, cheeks flushed with excitement, looking as if he'd just come in from playing in the cold of winter.

Unable to hold back another moan, Lucius kissed his son deeply again. Tongue stroking, feeling, exploring the wet cavern of Draco's mouth; he took it into possession, moving his tongue in a slow in and out motion that perfectly matched the movement of Draco's buttocks over Lucius' cock. The thought of pleasures that Draco's seemingly innocent question promised excited him beyond belief, and he had to hold Draco's hips still, deny him the enjoyment of feeling the smoothness of Lucius' shaft sliding between his arse-cheeks for a moment, or Lucius would surely spend himself already, like a teenager with his first lover.

'You are lovely,' Lucius said and twisted them around to lay Draco down on the bed and was rewarded with another sweet smile from the boy.

'I love you, Father,' gasped Draco as Lucius kissed every inch of skin previously untouched by lips. 'Will you show me?'

'I will show you,' replied Lucius and moved his hands over his son's thighs. They quivered deliciously under his fingertips and parted more and more as the kisses and laving tongue moved closer to the straining prick.

Draco moaned loudly at the first touch of his father's tongue on his cock, his back arching up from the bed in a taut bow. 'Father! More, please more!' The greed of his innocence spurred him on, making him beg and plead with Lucius to show him everything, to teach him these wonderful secrets, to better prepare him to please his father.

How could Lucius resist such beauty and enthusiasm? Burning with the same fervour as the boy, he closed his lips around Draco's cock, drawing it fully into his mouth and sucking it lightly, teasing it with his tongue, pulling moan after lustful moan from his progeny as he began the adventure of showing Draco every pleasure that could be had by the use of every part of their bodies - hands, mouths, cocks, arses - and that nothing was shameful when it brought enjoyment.