His cries of pleasure are reaching their peak, just like his sexually abused body. He can feel his father pushing in and out, deeper it seems with every thrust. He can feel the man's large hands pulling him closer, molding him into the perfect shape. It's when he looks at the obscene scene in the mirror hanging over the fireplace in his father's study, it brings Draco over the invisible edge into equally unseen pool of bliss and pleasure.
It's his father's identical platinum blonde hair spilling over his shoulders, the matching gray eyes the same transparent shade of storm, the same pale skin covered in varying degrees of red and purple bruises that make him shiver and quake all over. It's the different sizes of their engorged members, contrasting sized of hands, and muscles that make Draco melt. It's what makes him pull his father's lips to his own, using them as anchors as he rides the last wave of his orgasm. It's these same things the make Lucius moan into his son's mouth and shoot his seed deep into his own spawn.
It's these same things and more that enable the Malfoy men to willing entangle themselves within one another and make ties and bonds like the blood and magic racing through the veins. It's all the same to them.
A/N: Short, sweet, and to the point! Sorry for being so short, but that's only what the gatekeepers let me see and what the plot bunnies would let me write. Either way, here it is so go ahead: review, flame, and rejoice ( or cry and scream in disappointment)!
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