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The match between the Falmouth Falcons and Kenmare Kestrels was mostly a formality. It seemed clear that the Appleby Arrows would win the Cup, despite the closing of their last two games to the public after a few of their supporters had revived the banned tradition of shooting arrows into the air from their wands. Still, Lucius Malfoy had been enthusiastic about the prospect of a visit to the coast of Cornwall with his son, so Draco was with him. They were watching a home team better known for its violent Beaters than skilled Seekers, though Quidditch study was the ostensible reason for Draco to be here.
Unfortunately, Draco did not enjoy watching the sport nearly as much as he enjoyed playing in matches, and it was particularly difficult to concentrate with his father at his side. Lucius' long blond hair whipped about his face in the breeze, and when he brushed the strands back with a gloved hand, stroking the leather-clad fingers over his lips, it was all Draco could do not to beg to be allowed to suck those fingers...or, better yet, to drop to his knees beneath his father's lavish robes and suck his cock. If only they had an invisibility cloak! And if only it would not have appeared suspicious if Lucius Malfoy's entire lap disappeared!
Draco knew that he would be scolded if his father knew what he was thinking, but it wasn't as if Lucius could spank him right there in the box. Which was also a shame. Maybe it was possible to buy invisibility gloves, Draco thought, so that only his hands would disappear completely, and he could pretend that they had just slipped into his sleeves. Then he could reach brazenly for his father's cock, keeping the head hidden in his fist, and no one would ever have to know what they were doing, at least until Lucius started to moan and the people in the seats below found themselves showered in a rain of semen...
With a soft sigh, Draco squirmed to relieve the pressure from his clothing on his own stiffening cock. He blushed as he realized that his father was watching him, casting a very deliberate glance down his body. Even if Lucius could not tell exactly what Draco was thinking, he suspected that it was lewd! Draco had noticed that his father often seemed to know when he was fantasizing about sex, as if he could smell it. And Lucius, too, got hard when he knew his son was imagining doing things to him unmentionable in any polite Wizarding society, even the society of Slytherins. Now, picturing his father's magnificent naked body, Draco shivered.
"Enjoying yourself?" asked Lucius dryly.
"Yes, Father. Although it is a little chilly."
Lucius smiled inscrutably. "If you were to put your hand in my pocket, perhaps your fingers would warm up."
"Father!" Draco seized the invitation, thrusting his hand into Lucius' cloak. He could feel the firm muscles and warm thigh beneath the material. The last time they had gone riding in a sleigh, Draco had forgotten his gloves and had burrowed his hand so deep into the blankets surrounding his father that he had found the warm cock nestled there, and as the sleigh moved over the uneven terrain, his grip had slid up and down until Lucius had groaned and rewarded him with a glorious fistful of come.
While Draco moved his fingers around inside the pocket, seeking what he wanted to touch beneath the flexible satin, Lucius wriggled until a firm shaft prodded Draco's fingers. Looking up at his father's face with a smile, Draco allowed himself to move closer. He had not thought that his father would be angry at his forwardness, but Lucius could be unpredictable in public, sometimes chastising Draco for behavior that he would have encouraged at home.
Today, however, his father seemed to be feeling indulgent. With Lucius pressed against his side, Draco's hand was able to move more freely within the pocket. He slid it comfortably over the silk that separated his fingers from his father's cock, saying sweetly, "It's nice to sit here with you."
Lucius kept his gaze focused on the game, though his eyelids looked heavy. He seemed determined to avoid suspicion from anyone looking at them, refusing to thrust his hips, though Draco could feel him straining in his seat. "Ah," he said shortly. "It's nice that we're able to attend events like this together."
Unable to keep from smiling a little more knowingly, Draco nodded, "Yes...like this." His fingers moved over Lucius' cock, tracing its swollen shape beneath the satin that was warmed by both their skin. As he watched, Lucius bit down on the inside of his lip to hold in a moan.
The older man did not speak until he was able to keep his voice steady. "It is rather...brisk today." Slowly, concentrating on his task rather than the match, Draco nodded, stilling his hand and squeezing just a bit. Lucius jolted in his seat, making a startled noise, then glancing belatedly at the Quidditch pitch. "Ah! Good pass!"
"Sorry," whispered Draco. He was not, in fact, at all sorry, and squeezed again, happy with the previous reaction, noting that his father was gripping the armrests of his seat and trying not to squirm.
Lucius was also biting his lip again. "You don't sound sorry," he hissed without seeming to open his mouth.
"If I'm not, will you punish me?" Snuggling closer, Draco drummed his fingers lightly over the hard shaft. His own cock had been aching for attention since the moment he had felt his father's erection beneath the sleek material of the pocket, and his father knew full well that any threat to punish Draco would only encourage him.
Darting a quick glance around to see whether anyone was paying attention to them rather than to the match, Lucius shifted his weight, pushing his cock firmly into Draco's palm. "I'm hardly in a position to punish you at the moment," he pointed out.
"But you can punish me later." Draco's voice was a low purr as he rubbed a circle on the head of the cock with a fingertip. "When we get home."
The circling finger earned a helpless grunt from Lucius, who was twitching hard beneath Draco's hand. "Oh, I shall punish you later," he promised, breath warm against Draco's ear.
"Thank you, Father!" Draco moaned softly, getting more and more aroused. "Will the match be over soon?" He had no idea of the score; he couldn't even tell whether the crowd had grown louder or whether it just seemed that way as he strained to hear his father's whispers and sighs.
Lucius, who was scraping his fingertips along the edge of the armrest as if to keep the rest of himself from moving, cast a glare in the direction of the scoreboard. "Where is that Snitch!" Following his father's gaze, Draco stared blankly in the general direction of the Quidditch pitch, holding his hand still for a few moments, then stroking his fingers slowly up and down over the cock which jumped and throbbed beneath the pocket. Hissing again very softly, Lucius murmured, "I shall certainly punish you...quite soundly." His eyes narrowed as his lips turned up at the corners. "I will spank you. Bare-bottomed."
Draco sighed softly, speeding up his stroking. "Over your lap?"
Jerking his hips upward involuntarily and thrusting against Draco's hand, Lucius gasped, "Of course over my lap!"
Now, it was necessary for Draco to bite his lower lip to hold in his groan. "Oh, catch the Snitch already!" he called as the Falcons' Seeker swooped overhead. "Father..." With a soft whimper, he put his other hand in his own pocket.
"Shh!" Lucius glanced at Draco's cloak, which did not entirely disguise the bulge from his fist and the cock he was now gripping through the material. "You're -- ahh -- moaning."
"I'm sorry...I can't help it." Draco closed his eyes for a moment, holding still and taking a few deep breaths to calm down. He knew that he could make himself ejaculate with very little movement, just imagining his father's punishment, the warm thighs beneath his body and the firm hand smacking down, making him smart...
Lucius was rocking very subtly against Draco's fingers, pressing his lips together as if he was annoyed about something. With some effort Draco kept silent and started to stroke Lucius again, feigning interest in the interminable game. His father, too, was pretending to be very interested in what was happening over the pitch as he thrust against Draco's fingers, jolting in his seat while the crowd roared. "That's it...that's it! Yes!" Draco rubbed a little harder and faster as Lucius called, "Get it up there!"
Though he had no idea of the score, Draco could tell from the increased noise and the people leaping up and down around them that the match was nearing its conclusion. His father appeared simply to be going along with the cheering, pumping his fist up and down, calling, "Yes -- yes! Good!" When the younger Malfoy took the opportunity to squeeze Lucius' cock again, his father roared as if in disappointment as a Bludger smacked into one of the Chasers diving overhead. "OH!"
Very close to coming from the pressure of his own hand, Draco allowed himself another small moan. He tried to focus on his father, rubbing his fingertips up over the head of his cock again and again. Lucius was having trouble keeping his eyes open, trying to stay focused on the match, and Draco knew from his face before looking up that the Snitch was nearby. He heard the whirr of the tiny wings as Lucius cried, "Right there, RIGHT THERE! YES!"
Certain that this was a hint, Draco continued with exactly what he was doing, even as he saw the Kenmare Seeker plunge downward, arm extended, and grab the Snitch. As the crowd roared, Lucius closed his eyes, threw back his head and jolted upward with a shout, soaking the material beneath Draco's fingernails.
Groaning loudly in pleasure, now that he dared, Draco twisted his other hand just so and came as well with a small shudder, muffling his cry against Lucius' shoulder. He could feel his father trying to catch his breath, looking around to see whether anyone had noticed their strange behavior during the victory. Lucius' chin brushed across the top of Draco's head.
Whimpering a little, feeling his face flood with heat, Draco leaned heavily against Lucius. "Thank you, Father," he whispered. "Can we go home now?"
The elder Malfoy reached for his walking stick, tugging out the wand from the hollow shaft that protected it. "Scourgify!" he muttered, a tiny smile of relief crossing his face as the stickiness in his clothing disappeared at the same moment Draco felt with some regret the wet warmth of his own semen vanish. "Yes, we may certainly leave now."
Smiling, Draco withdrew his hands from his own pocket and his father's. "Who won?" he asked. "Apart from us, I mean."
Lucius blinked in the direction of the scoreboard. "I've no idea. Isn't that the Kestrels in green? Let's go."
With a shrug Draco got to his feet, following his father. "Good idea," he nodded with a small grin.
The older man cast an appraising look at his son, then narrowed his eyes. "You were a very wicked boy, and you must be taught a lesson." Grabbing Draco's wrist, he hauled him towards the exit. "As you know, all wicked deeds will be rewarded. That is, punished. And you need your punishment very badly."
And as the crowd pressed for the portals, Draco rushed along with Lucius, eagerly anticipating what would happen when they arrived home.