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Got all that? Okay, good! Now...
LET THE STUFFING BEGIN!
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Title: Dance With Me
Author:
Pairing: Lucius/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, nor the setting, just the bits none but we pervs enjoy. :)
Dance With Me
by SweetSorcery
Draco stood in the small, unused room, smirking at his reflection in the vast Baroque mirror in front of him. He fingered the pale blue silk of his gown, the lace ruffle of the décolletage, the edge of the gown where it suddenly ended in the front to expose his long legs in cream stockings. Authentically to the gown, he had foregone any kind of underwear, and he thought the cream-coloured mask was an especially nice touch; his father had such good taste.
"Exquisite!" came in a low voice right behind him. Lucius had entered quietly, not stepping out to be seen in the mirror until the last moment.
"Father," Draco breathed, his heart missing a beat. Lucius was dressed in silk and brocade from head to foot, in gold and soft tones of blue. The buckles on his shoes were shining, and his hair was held back loosely with a golden velvet bow. And he, too, wore a mask.
"Will you dance with me, my dear?" Lucius asked, his hands cupping Draco's bare shoulders as he gazed into his eyes in the mirror. He lowered his head and pressed his lips to the exposed skin.
"Yes." Draco closed his eyes for a moment, letting his head fall back against his father's shoulder. They were almost the same height. Then he watched their reflection from under heavy lids. There was no music, but they needed none for their dance.
Lucius' lips moved up the right side of Draco's neck, and when his son's head tipped to the left, he supported it with his left hand, caressing Draco's lips with his index finger. He moaned against the pale neck when his finger was drawn between soft lips and sucked.
"Have you done as I asked?" Lucius murmured when he reached the shell of Draco's ear.
"I always do exactly as you ask, father," Draco said shakily.
"I know you do, my love." He made sure, however, moving his hand down between them and pushing his fingers into the soft folds of Draco's long skirt. The suppressed groan and the protrusion of the soft plug told him Draco was well prepared. "Perfect."
When Lucius rucked up the skirts at Draco's back, Draco stumbled forward a couple of steps and pressed his palms against the mirror, the backs of his legs now exposed all the way up, just as the front was. He arched his neck and whimpered when his father moved the plug in and out a couple of times, making sure he was sufficiently open and ready.
"Please, father," Draco begged, pushing back against the twisting and turning pressure.
Lucius gazed at him across his shoulder, his eyes behind the mask smouldering, his lips turned up into a smirk. "Do you need me, Draco?" When Draco nodded, he tugged once more on the plug and drew it out of his son's widened opening. He wrapped his left arm around Draco's waist when his knees buckled.
"Very soon now, my beloved."
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