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Title: Maze
Rating: nc17
Word Count: 1518
Disclaimer: I do not own. JK does.
Prompts: journey, baguette.
Summary: Draco and Astoria own a house strange enough to make any stoner weep. (warnings, drug use)
A/N: i feel much better now that i'm writing smut again, as short as the scene may be.
Albus is fairly sure that Scorpius' dad is insane. The fact that he finds that funny only serves as proof for how permastoned he is. Albus had signed on to spend the summer with his boyfriend for three reasons. He loved him and wanted to have sex with him every day, if he wasn't home Dad couldn't bother him to get a job, and he knew Scorpius had a great supplier and was the only person he knew to buy from. Scorpius was the only person anyone in Ravenclaw bought from.
What he hadn't counted on was Scorpius' house out to foil him at every turn. It's almost like the house is alive. Scorpius' dad has a thing for mazes and secret passages and had no problem using magic to alter his home. Albus had learned quickly that when you find a bathroom, you should use it because it might take a half hour to find one when you need it. He's too young to have his apparition licence to go directly to a specific room, but wouldn't be surprised if Mr Malfoy has made it impossible, it would spoil the concept.
It is utterly impossible to get privacy at Prime Mansion. At different times the same door leads to every room in the house, walking up a flight of stairs in the evening might take you into what was the basement in the morning. He'd stumbled over Scorpius in the loo a few times, Albus just considers himself lucky he hasn't ever walked in on Mr and Mrs Malfoy having an intimate moment. He'd decided on the first day that if that ever happened, he'd have to Obliviate himself.
Whilst Albus is hesitant to have sex in the house, the potential of his parents walking in on them doesn't seem to dampen Scorpius' feelings in the least. Albus reckons it's due to Scorpius having sixteen years to get used to the idea of being caught. Still, when Albus is in the position of possibly getting caught mid-orgasm or not having one at all, it doesn't seem like much of a choice.
Difficult to navigate sober, the house is next to impossible to get through when stoned. It's the state he and Scorpius most enjoy, and when they feel like just walking the house is like a huge toy to play with. When there is a goal, like attempting to make it to the library for Scorpius' stash of comic books hidden in an old hallowed out text, it's aggravating. Nine times out of ten the mission is abandoned.
They always smoke in the huge garden maze. Whilst Scorpius doesn't seem to care if his parents see him pistoning into Albus, he definitely cares if they see him smoking a bowl. The maze is the most likely place for privacy, they can hear the grass rustling and the twigs snapping far before the individual reaches where they are. Sometimes it's just Mr or Mrs Malfoy, sometimes it's a house guest as Mrs Malfoy has a lot of foreign contacts that visit. Albus is proud to claim the longest tolerance for their house, most guests spent one or two nights then get a room at the Leaky or equivalent. Whomever it is doesn't matter, Albus and Scorpius and the rest of the Ravenclaws have a lot of practice pulling when needed.
Same as the house, each day the layout of the maze is different. That doesn't stop them from wandering in each day and stopping at a random niche so they can smoke before Scorpius backs against the hedge so Albus can suck him off. They always get horribly lost before they exit. Sometimes it takes the entire day to find their way back out of the maze. But that only means Albus has plenty of time to get fucked, twigs embedded in his hands and knees, skin sensitive in the cool air.
Exhaling, Scorpius holds the pipe to his face. "I think it's cashed."
Albus takes it, examines it briefly then turns it over, dumping the fine black and white ash on the grass. "What do you want to do now?"
He half expects Scorpius to say he wants to fuck, and he's cool with that. Instead his boyfriend turns to him, eyes wide. "Let's go on an adventure."
He can't help but giggle, clearly Scorpius is more ripped then he is. "What adventure is this?"
"Let's go to the kitchen and make sandwiches. To hell with the House Elves, haven't you ever wondered what it would be like to cook your own meal?"
Albus decides it's not a good time to inform Scorpius his Aunt Hermione would slaughter his father if he ever considered enslaving his own House Elf. Instead he thinks about it, does he really want to go? Staying at any other place it wouldn't be much of an adventure, but trying to get out of the maze then to a specific room in Prime Mansion is an epic journey, and he's not sure he has the coherence for it. On the other hand, the kitchen has food.
"Sure, lets." the key to getting out of any maze is to always follow the left hand wall. It takes awhile, a few times Albus stumbles on some barely protruding sticks and Scorpius whilst Scorpius doesn't trip he sways from side to side as he walks. But they eventually make it out, and running up the stone slab stairs to the back door is nothing.
It's when Albus opens the door and it reveals the billiard room that the nightmare starts. Crossing the room and exiting has them enter the bathroom, and what should be the linen closet is actually a passage to Mr and Mrs Malfoy's bedroom. They have to tiptoe to either side of the room, and for some reason this seems hysterically funny. Albus bites as hard as he can on the inside of his cheek to stifle himself, then slowly twists the doorknob to check what should be the hall. It doesn't surprise Albus that it isn't, it's just Scorpius' dressing room with no other doors. Scorpius meanwhile is opening the large armoire, and instead of a neat row of hanging robes it's the hallway. It might not be the kitchen, but it's better then a dead end, so Albus tiptoes to it and they step through.
"What are you thinking of making?" Albus inquires.
"Albus, picture it..." Scorpius makes a finger-splayed semicircular wave and Albus can't help but giggle. "I am going to make the best sub known to man. I will take a baguette six feet long, and I will place every ingredient we own on it. It will be the seventh wonder of the world."
"I think there's already seven," Albus replies, not wanting to kill his boyfriend's happiness by explaining how disgusting most combinations will be. What if he puts tuna and mango together?
"What do you want to eat?"
The inspiration hits Albus in a flash, thankfully fast enough to reply casually without an obvious delay. "Your ass."
"What?"
Scorpius sounds so mind-blown that Albus wants to giggle, but he manages to stop himself. Instead he shoves Scorpius against the wall, licks a thin line up his neck before whispering in his ear, "I don't want food, I want you." he grinds his pelvis into Scorpius, letting the blonde feel his erection "Do you want me?"
"Always," Scorpius murmurs. Albus shivers when one of Scorpius' hands lands on his lower back, cool from spending the evening outside. He can feel the shape of each finger through his thin t-shirt, would rather the hand shoved down his shorts but it's good enough where it is. The hand drifts lower, to one arse cheek, soon joined by the other hand on the other cheek. Scorpius yanks him forward with all his strength, pulling him into his boyfriend.
Once he's flush against him Albus lets himself rut against Scorpius. He loves having sex whilst he's stoned, it makes things so much more comfortable. Normal Albus would probably be embarrassed to resort to mere rutting, concerned about Scorpius' parents waking up, both feelings that would kill his desire. But after smoking the negative feelings can't gain purchase and all he wants is to come in his underpants whilst shoving his boyfriend against floral wallpaper.
It's a quick affair, the same drug that suppresses his upset raises his desire until he's sweating and biting down on Scorpius' neck to prevent himself from moaning out loud. He bucks forward into Scorpius one last time before shuddering through his release. The by now warm hands relocate to Albus' shoulders, resting there for a moment before pulling Albus back so Scorpius can look him in the eye.
"Can we go get food now?" as far as romantic sentiments go, it's poor. But Albus only laughs, because he's still high and his boyfriend is bloody brilliant.
"We need to attempt to find your bedroom too, I need new pants." Albus remarks before they begin the game of opening each door of the lengthy hallway.
Rating: nc17
Word Count: 1518
Disclaimer: I do not own. JK does.
Prompts: journey, baguette.
Summary: Draco and Astoria own a house strange enough to make any stoner weep. (warnings, drug use)
A/N: i feel much better now that i'm writing smut again, as short as the scene may be.
Albus is fairly sure that Scorpius' dad is insane. The fact that he finds that funny only serves as proof for how permastoned he is. Albus had signed on to spend the summer with his boyfriend for three reasons. He loved him and wanted to have sex with him every day, if he wasn't home Dad couldn't bother him to get a job, and he knew Scorpius had a great supplier and was the only person he knew to buy from. Scorpius was the only person anyone in Ravenclaw bought from.
What he hadn't counted on was Scorpius' house out to foil him at every turn. It's almost like the house is alive. Scorpius' dad has a thing for mazes and secret passages and had no problem using magic to alter his home. Albus had learned quickly that when you find a bathroom, you should use it because it might take a half hour to find one when you need it. He's too young to have his apparition licence to go directly to a specific room, but wouldn't be surprised if Mr Malfoy has made it impossible, it would spoil the concept.
It is utterly impossible to get privacy at Prime Mansion. At different times the same door leads to every room in the house, walking up a flight of stairs in the evening might take you into what was the basement in the morning. He'd stumbled over Scorpius in the loo a few times, Albus just considers himself lucky he hasn't ever walked in on Mr and Mrs Malfoy having an intimate moment. He'd decided on the first day that if that ever happened, he'd have to Obliviate himself.
Whilst Albus is hesitant to have sex in the house, the potential of his parents walking in on them doesn't seem to dampen Scorpius' feelings in the least. Albus reckons it's due to Scorpius having sixteen years to get used to the idea of being caught. Still, when Albus is in the position of possibly getting caught mid-orgasm or not having one at all, it doesn't seem like much of a choice.
Difficult to navigate sober, the house is next to impossible to get through when stoned. It's the state he and Scorpius most enjoy, and when they feel like just walking the house is like a huge toy to play with. When there is a goal, like attempting to make it to the library for Scorpius' stash of comic books hidden in an old hallowed out text, it's aggravating. Nine times out of ten the mission is abandoned.
They always smoke in the huge garden maze. Whilst Scorpius doesn't seem to care if his parents see him pistoning into Albus, he definitely cares if they see him smoking a bowl. The maze is the most likely place for privacy, they can hear the grass rustling and the twigs snapping far before the individual reaches where they are. Sometimes it's just Mr or Mrs Malfoy, sometimes it's a house guest as Mrs Malfoy has a lot of foreign contacts that visit. Albus is proud to claim the longest tolerance for their house, most guests spent one or two nights then get a room at the Leaky or equivalent. Whomever it is doesn't matter, Albus and Scorpius and the rest of the Ravenclaws have a lot of practice pulling when needed.
Same as the house, each day the layout of the maze is different. That doesn't stop them from wandering in each day and stopping at a random niche so they can smoke before Scorpius backs against the hedge so Albus can suck him off. They always get horribly lost before they exit. Sometimes it takes the entire day to find their way back out of the maze. But that only means Albus has plenty of time to get fucked, twigs embedded in his hands and knees, skin sensitive in the cool air.
Exhaling, Scorpius holds the pipe to his face. "I think it's cashed."
Albus takes it, examines it briefly then turns it over, dumping the fine black and white ash on the grass. "What do you want to do now?"
He half expects Scorpius to say he wants to fuck, and he's cool with that. Instead his boyfriend turns to him, eyes wide. "Let's go on an adventure."
He can't help but giggle, clearly Scorpius is more ripped then he is. "What adventure is this?"
"Let's go to the kitchen and make sandwiches. To hell with the House Elves, haven't you ever wondered what it would be like to cook your own meal?"
Albus decides it's not a good time to inform Scorpius his Aunt Hermione would slaughter his father if he ever considered enslaving his own House Elf. Instead he thinks about it, does he really want to go? Staying at any other place it wouldn't be much of an adventure, but trying to get out of the maze then to a specific room in Prime Mansion is an epic journey, and he's not sure he has the coherence for it. On the other hand, the kitchen has food.
"Sure, lets." the key to getting out of any maze is to always follow the left hand wall. It takes awhile, a few times Albus stumbles on some barely protruding sticks and Scorpius whilst Scorpius doesn't trip he sways from side to side as he walks. But they eventually make it out, and running up the stone slab stairs to the back door is nothing.
It's when Albus opens the door and it reveals the billiard room that the nightmare starts. Crossing the room and exiting has them enter the bathroom, and what should be the linen closet is actually a passage to Mr and Mrs Malfoy's bedroom. They have to tiptoe to either side of the room, and for some reason this seems hysterically funny. Albus bites as hard as he can on the inside of his cheek to stifle himself, then slowly twists the doorknob to check what should be the hall. It doesn't surprise Albus that it isn't, it's just Scorpius' dressing room with no other doors. Scorpius meanwhile is opening the large armoire, and instead of a neat row of hanging robes it's the hallway. It might not be the kitchen, but it's better then a dead end, so Albus tiptoes to it and they step through.
"What are you thinking of making?" Albus inquires.
"Albus, picture it..." Scorpius makes a finger-splayed semicircular wave and Albus can't help but giggle. "I am going to make the best sub known to man. I will take a baguette six feet long, and I will place every ingredient we own on it. It will be the seventh wonder of the world."
"I think there's already seven," Albus replies, not wanting to kill his boyfriend's happiness by explaining how disgusting most combinations will be. What if he puts tuna and mango together?
"What do you want to eat?"
The inspiration hits Albus in a flash, thankfully fast enough to reply casually without an obvious delay. "Your ass."
"What?"
Scorpius sounds so mind-blown that Albus wants to giggle, but he manages to stop himself. Instead he shoves Scorpius against the wall, licks a thin line up his neck before whispering in his ear, "I don't want food, I want you." he grinds his pelvis into Scorpius, letting the blonde feel his erection "Do you want me?"
"Always," Scorpius murmurs. Albus shivers when one of Scorpius' hands lands on his lower back, cool from spending the evening outside. He can feel the shape of each finger through his thin t-shirt, would rather the hand shoved down his shorts but it's good enough where it is. The hand drifts lower, to one arse cheek, soon joined by the other hand on the other cheek. Scorpius yanks him forward with all his strength, pulling him into his boyfriend.
Once he's flush against him Albus lets himself rut against Scorpius. He loves having sex whilst he's stoned, it makes things so much more comfortable. Normal Albus would probably be embarrassed to resort to mere rutting, concerned about Scorpius' parents waking up, both feelings that would kill his desire. But after smoking the negative feelings can't gain purchase and all he wants is to come in his underpants whilst shoving his boyfriend against floral wallpaper.
It's a quick affair, the same drug that suppresses his upset raises his desire until he's sweating and biting down on Scorpius' neck to prevent himself from moaning out loud. He bucks forward into Scorpius one last time before shuddering through his release. The by now warm hands relocate to Albus' shoulders, resting there for a moment before pulling Albus back so Scorpius can look him in the eye.
"Can we go get food now?" as far as romantic sentiments go, it's poor. But Albus only laughs, because he's still high and his boyfriend is bloody brilliant.
"We need to attempt to find your bedroom too, I need new pants." Albus remarks before they begin the game of opening each door of the lengthy hallway.