A little over the place but I wrote this in about a half-hour.
Was thinking of the scenario and just wanted to post something about it.
Should I even continue? Reviews appreciated
Draco, apparently developing a tendency for it, sighed again upon his magnificent sheets as he lay, contemplating. His eyes were heavy and all he wanted was to take a restful nap until dinner.
He silently marveled at himself over how much his personalities contrasted; one for school and one for home. At school he was maleficent, ridding of anything or anyone in his way and only caring for himself. At home, he tried his best to please his father and became a tentative 9 year old boy again.
He heard some commotion next door. His fathers study? What on earth was his father doing in there? Draco raised from his position, and softly stepped outside his dorm, closing the door with such precision it made no sound. Edging a bit farther down the corridor, he reached his fathers study door. A strange sound emitted consecutively, and Draco crouched upon his knees warily in front of the doors key hole.
His eyes swelled, jaw dropping agape as he made sense of the scene before him;
His father, Lucius Malfoy, vigorously masturbating upon his throne-like chair. His usual perfect golden hair shifted around his face's frame, falling into his eyes. His head was thrown back against the couches spine while a strong hand firmly grasped his shaft, moving steadily back up and down, pre-release glistening atop his cocks tip. Draco felt his own pants tighten as the primal sight of his father intoxicated him in a way fantasies couldn't. He felt the tense sweat begin building on the back of his neck.
His hand hesitated before the waistband of his pants before slipping in. He couldn't believe this; touching himself to his father! His fingers nimbly circled his own shaft and he began slowly pleasuring himself. Eyes becoming half lidded, struggling to be able to keep watch of the show through that tiny peep hole. A few moments later and he felt his cock tighten in his palm, and the overwhelming release as cum swelled into his boxers. He let out a low toned moan, which he cut off quickly, realising what he'd done. It was too late. He saw his father stop his movements, and saw him stand, and begin striding towards the door. Even in such a situation, his father managed to remain the regal air around him.
Draco stood, but before he could escape back to his room the door was swung open and he felt the firm hands grasping his shirts collar, and dragging him inside that secret room. He was forced onto the floor, again on his knees.
"You little snake. Do you take me for a fool? Do you think I didn't know you were there, quivering, watching your own father?" Lucius towered over him, the image of his father sending a shock-wave of fear through Draco.
"I..I.." Draco's ramble was stopped short as Lucius fisted Draco's platinum hair in his hand, leaning over and pulling his sons head closer to his own.
"It's time for you to pay for your actions. Do not speak unless spoken to." With that notion, Lucius released his head, and re-lowered his pants, his erection bouncing free, and very still apparent.
"Suck it." Lucius' voice was a command. Draco stared, dumbfounded until he received a sharp clip on his head as Lucius gave a reprimanding slap. "Do as I say." Draco edged closer slowly. His head was a blurr. He had been aching for this very moment and couldn't believe it was happening, even in this way. His lips closed around Lucius' cock and he slid his mouth further upon his shaft.
Lucius quickly mashed his dick deeper into Draco's mouth, breaching his throat. His hands again entwined in Draco's hair as he began pumping himself quickly and deeply into Draco. Draco gasped, a gag escaping as Lucius repeatedly tapped his gag reflex. Eyes watered, and Lucius began going even harder, and gave one more strong thrust before releasing into Draco's mouth with a sound that represented a hiss. Draco felt the warm substance hit the back of his throat, and as his father retracted, he swallowed, grimacing at the bitter taste. He choked on air as he was allowed to breath.
Draco awoke with a start, hearing the familiar "pop" of one of the house-elves. A growl rose in his throat, immensely upset that his dream was interrupted. He glared downwards.
"Master s-s-sends for.. Draco, sir. F-for dinner." Draco's eyes rolled and he stood, shoving the creature away from him. He angrily made his way down to the dining hall.
