"I need you." Draco could barely speak. "Take me, father, please."
"Patience, Draco." Lucius smiled and pressed a kiss to the back of Draco's head. He discarded the plug and undid his breeches, whispering a spell to complete his own preparation. He applied the right pressure to Draco's abdomen to make him bend over just far enough to expose the pale globes of his arse under the swathes of fabric and, with an effort to move slowly, he guided himself between them.
Draco moaned at the greater pressure, but he was ready, and he had been waiting for hours. His palms shifted on the mirror, growing damp and slippery, as he began to counter his father's thrusts.
"So beautiful," Lucius growled, close to his ear as he held Draco tight, his eyes never leaving his son's in the mirror. "So warm and inviting, and all mine."
"Yes," Draco agreed in a whimper. He struggled not to come, after hours of anticipation, and his father divined as much, his right hand reaching around him to grasp his bobbing cock under the short ruffles at the front of the gown. The hand was so tight around him, Draco was forced to hold back through thrusts he felt from his stockinged toes to the ends of his hair where it grew damp with sweat.
"Now, Draco, show me how much you love me," Lucius prompted, with one last, hard thrust which left him snugly lodged inside Draco while he reduced the pressure on Draco's cock and began to pump it. "Show me."
Draco came with a cry, decorating the mirror in streaks and splashes, even as he sagged under the sudden release of tension. Lucius held him back tightly, one arm still around his waist, the other over his lace-clad chest, with a couple of fingers hooked behind the neckline of the silk gown. Draco watched his father's face as he found his release inside him, taking one hand off the mirror to cover the hand over his chest.
When Lucius spun him around to press him back against the mirror, Draco smiled up at him. "You're a wonderful dancer, father."
Lucius removed Draco's mask. He smiled back and kissed a flushed cheek, then the other, and then the lips pursed slightly in invitation. "Tomorrow night, my dear, we will dance under the stars. And you will outshine them all."
"I need you." Draco could barely speak. "Take me, father, please."
"Patience, Draco." Lucius smiled and pressed a kiss to the back of Draco's head. He discarded the plug and undid his breeches, whispering a spell to complete his own preparation. He applied the right pressure to Draco's abdomen to make him bend over just far enough to expose the pale globes of his arse under the swathes of fabric and, with an effort to move slowly, he guided himself between them.
Draco moaned at the greater pressure, but he was ready, and he had been waiting for hours. His palms shifted on the mirror, growing damp and slippery, as he began to counter his father's thrusts.
"So beautiful," Lucius growled, close to his ear as he held Draco tight, his eyes never leaving his son's in the mirror. "So warm and inviting, and all mine."
"Yes," Draco agreed in a whimper. He struggled not to come, after hours of anticipation, and his father divined as much, his right hand reaching around him to grasp his bobbing cock under the short ruffles at the front of the gown. The hand was so tight around him, Draco was forced to hold back through thrusts he felt from his stockinged toes to the ends of his hair where it grew damp with sweat.
"Now, Draco, show me how much you love me," Lucius prompted, with one last, hard thrust which left him snugly lodged inside Draco while he reduced the pressure on Draco's cock and began to pump it. "Show me."
Draco came with a cry, decorating the mirror in streaks and splashes, even as he sagged under the sudden release of tension. Lucius held him back tightly, one arm still around his waist, the other over his lace-clad chest, with a couple of fingers hooked behind the neckline of the silk gown. Draco watched his father's face as he found his release inside him, taking one hand off the mirror to cover the hand over his chest.
When Lucius spun him around to press him back against the mirror, Draco smiled up at him. "You're a wonderful dancer, father."
Lucius removed Draco's mask. He smiled back and kissed a flushed cheek, then the other, and then the lips pursed slightly in invitation. "Tomorrow night, my dear, we will dance under the stars. And you will outshine them all."
Draco's eyes lit up with anticipation.
THE END