Devil Kisses
Title: Devil Kisses
Summary: Albus and Scorpius explore their feelings for each-other, and it gets heated. Malfoy slithers in. Scorpius is in his 5th year at Hogwarts and Albus is in his 4th. Smutty, smut, smut.
Characters/Pairings: Scorpius Malfoy/Albus Potter. Briefly mentions Victoire Weasley, Rose Weasley, and Poppy Parkinson (and I know Poppy Parkinson isn't canon)
Genre: Smut, possibly a one shot but I may make this a series (I quite like this pairing)
Beta: wut?
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, male/male pairing, light elements of a dom/sub relationship
Medium: fic
Word Count: 2009
Can the Order post to Tumblr?: sure, sure
If yes, your Tumblr username: fuckyeahkillingtime
Albus was perched on an ornate silver and green wingbacked chair looking over notes from potion class when he heard the voice that sent a scarlet flush across his cheeks. "Hello, Potter," purred Malfoy as Albus's cool green eyes spotted Scorpius sauntering out from a shadowy corner of the dungeon with that smirk on his face.
"What do you want Malfoy?" Albus's words oozed with biting irritation which was followed with an overly dramatic scowl.
"What's the matter Potter, are you still mad that I turned you down for the ball?" Scorpious teased as he propped his foot on the coffee table, his eyes gleaming with that horrible mischievous glint that has always boiled Potter's blood. That look and that voice of Malfoy both enraged and embarrassed Albus all the more, his face now burning red hot.
Bursting from his seat, Albus stammered with a stomp: "I did not ask you to the ball Malfoy!" And with clinched fists Albus marched off toward the dorm rooms, found his room and slammed the door shut behind him. A misting of tears stung Albus's eyes, and with a determined face he quickly wiped them dry. He'd be damned if he lets Malfoy get to him like that, Albus is a proud Potter after all.
However, no sooner after Albus had wiped away the tears did he hear a knock at the door. With an exhausted sigh Albus pulled back the squeaky door only to see the piercing grey eyes of Scorpius. Potter's stomach lurched, and on instinct Albus attempted to slam the door on Malfoy's face only to be beaten by Malfoy's quick-thinking.
"Flipendo!" Malfoy yelled, causing both the door and Potter to be knocked back. Potter staggered in his steps, fighting to stay on his feet. "Malfoy, you git! I don't want to see you, leave!" Potter's fists were clinched so hard that his nails dug deep into his palms.
Malfoy's cool silver eyes practically laughed as they gazed into Potter's chilly emerald pair. "Now, Potter what kind of classmate would I be if I let you storm off leaving your potions notes scattered all over the common room. It just wouldn't do if the Slytherin common room looked like a pigsty." Scorpius nonchalantly traipsed into Albus's room with a sideways toss of Potter's potions notes which landed neatly on a nearby desk with ease. "With the way that you treat your potion's notes one would never guess that you were named after one of the greatest potion-masters of our time, Potter." Malfoy added with a plop onto Albus's bed, springs creaking just slightly under his movements.
This was the last straw for Albus, he stomped over to Scorpius and loomed over Malfoy like a dark tower. Now Potter's body was trembling with his blood so hot that you could see the steam fogging up his glasses. "Malfoy, if you don't want to go to the ball with me that's fine, but you don't have to torment me like this." Potter's words were cold, quiet, and emotionless -- all of the hallmarks of an Albus pushed too far, and Malfoy knew this.
Malfoy was not phased by this, he looked up at Potter with that same devious glint in his eyes. "Oh, so now you admit in the privacy in your own room that you asked me to the ball, I see," Scorpius mused as his porcelain hand reached out and caressed Potter's green and sliver tie. "And what's this torment you speak of? All I've done was to make sure you had your potions notes, and I thought I could visit you for a moment here because we are so close. Where's the torment in that?"
The innocence that Scorpius was feigning was the last insult that finally caused Albus to lose control. "'Where's the torment in that? Where's the torment in that!' Where do you get the gall to to ask me that when you know how I feel.. about you?" When you've been carrying around the feelings of anger, resentment, and dare we even say unrequited love, it's easy for a sentence to start off in loud blustery anger and end in meekly choking on your own words. Which was just the case for Albus Potter here, who was now shaking before Malfoy like an Autumn's leaf that's seconds away from breaking off from it's stem.
Tilting his head in confusion and cocking an intrigued eyebrow, Scorpius raised his hand to lightly stroke Potter's flushed face. "I know how you feel do I? I can assure you that I don't. True we've flirted in the past, but when we're in the public eye you either act like you don't know me or you huff off to pout somewhere -- like you just did to me a few minutes ago. I always thought you felt very little for me, but if you wish to use some of that famous bravery that your family is famous for and tell me how you feel I'll be all ears." Malfoy's words showed off the same cool confidence, however if you knew Scorpius like Albus knew Scorpius you'd be able to pick up on a subtle sincerity hiding just below the surface.
The touch of Malfoy's hand across Potter's cheek was almost enough to send the trembling teen collapsing into Scorpius's arms, but Albus's pride wouldn't let him. Instead Albus gritted his teeth and stood his ground, looking Scorpius in the eyes. "Scorpius, I have had.. feelings for you for many years now. Though I never pursued it because you were with Poppy Parkinson, and I eventually got into a relationship with Teddy Lupin. I know you've dumped Poppy, and Teddy left me for Victoire.. but I'm just afraid that I'll get hurt again, so I run off and hide when things gets serious." So there it was, Albus had just laid everything out on the table. And whoever said that the truth would set you free was a liar, right now the only thing Albus wanted to do was crawl up in a ball and fight the urge to vomit.
Though Potter felt as though his whole world was spinning, Malfoy was steady as a rock and was sporting a grin that stretched from ear to ear. Scorpius outstretched his other hand and encircled Potter's face into his hands. "Alright Potter, you've told me how you've felt but now I feel that it's time you show me how you feel," and without a moments hesitation Scorpius pulled down Albus's face to meet his own, Malfoy's lips quickly found Potter's and the rest as they say was history.
The feeling that shot through them when their lips touched could only be described as a hot fire, the redness of Potter's face had spread to his ears and a light rosiness had begun to color Malfoy's cheeks as well. Potter's nerves quickly fled and was replaced by passion that buzzed and popped like firewhiskey, and an urging had filled Albus with the need that begged him to get closer to Scorpius.
With their hot lips never leaving each-others', Albus climbed onto the bed next to Scorpius before parting his lips to allow Scorpius to enter. Without wasting a moment, Scorpius seized the opportunity and slithered in his tongue on top of Albus's, and for what seemed like an eternity their tongues danced together. Goosebumps prickled down Albus's neck and across his arms, the sound of their wet lips smacking against eachothers' sounded like a hypnotizing siren's song to Potter's ears.
Albus fell deep into Scropius's arms, so much so that Potter nearly toppled over when Malfoy pulled back. "Why did you stop?" Potter stammered in a hushed whisper. Chuckling, Scorpius answered back: "Well, I'm feeling particularly bad today Potter, and by the looks of you I think you are feeling like managing some mischief yourself," Scorpius ended with sending his heated gaze over Albus in order to give him a through scan up and down his body.. his eyes lingered for a few moments on Albus's crotch that was raised and strained hard against the seems of the young man's uniformed pants.
It was impossible for Albus to blush any redder at this point, but his heart began to thump hard in his chest, and the look that Malfoy was giving to his crotch just made the agonizing strain that Potter was feeling multiply by about one hundred. "God yes, I'm ready to do something bad," Potter shot back in between heated breaths, he just wanted to keep touching Malfoy's perfectly porcelain skin.
Another sparkle brightened up Malfoy's face, and with a chuckle Malfoy undid his own pants his throbbing cock impatiently bounced out from under the cloth and pulsed right there in-front of Albus. "I want you to suck me off, Potter," Malfoy's voice had that teasing playful quality to it that he always used when they flirted, and it drove Albus wild. The sound of Albus's heart boomed in his head, it was so loud that Albus was sure that his heart would explode -- and all Potter could do was stare longingly at Malfoy's large cock, which only made his heart pound harder.
"Yes, Scorpius," Albus answered back without even noticing as a full-on trance over-took the young Hogwarts student as he lowered down and took the cock fully into his mouth. As the salty taste of precum trickled into Potter's mouth, he could feel Malfoy's fingers play with Albus's tousled brown hair, it tickled and Potter loved it. The sound of Malfoy's pants became his metronome as he bobbed his head up and down, stopping for a few seconds to swirl his tongue around the tip before turning his attention back to bobbing up and down, and he did this over and over again.
Scorpius's prick was large and thick, so thick that it stretched Albus's jaw and long enough that bringing the cock to hit the back of his throat was still not enough to take in all of Malfoy's member. This just wouldn't do for Albus, he wanted to give Malfoy his full attention, so Potter wrapped his hand around the base of Malfoy's cock giving him a mini hand job while his mouth continued with the blow job.
Albus knew Scorpius was finally becoming undone when Malfoy began rocking his hips in time with Albus's sucking, and not a few moments had passed before Malfoy had spilled his hot seed into Potter's mouth who greedy began gulping it down. Albus kissed Malfoy's tip before pulling back completely and flashing a rather pleased smile at Scorpius, "did you enjoy my attentions, Malfoy?"
"Oh, Albie. I think you enjoyed it just as much as I did," Scorpius answered as a devious grin played on his face while he stole a quick glance at Albus's pants that was also stained with Potter's own seed. "Seems like I wasn't the only one that found release today," Malfoy purred as he quickly readjusted himself back into proper form with his attire and quickly gave Potter a kiss on the lips, stopping only for a few seconds to bite Albus's lower lip and savoring it's salty flavor.
Malfoy pulled Albus over to lean on his shoulder, "In any case Albie, I do believe I'll go with you to Hogwarts Spring Ball." Overjoyed, Albus felt as if he was flying above the clouds. "I'm glad that we're going to the ball, but are you going to start calling me 'Albie' from now on?" Albus complained in a jest just to poke at Scorpius. "That is for damn sure, from now on you will be Albie to me, and you're just going to have to get used to it," Scorpius answered back as he absent-mindlessly danced his fingers across Albus's scalp. "It's a shame though that you aren't a ginger like your cousin Rose Weasley, I do love a good red head," Scorpius said with a sigh.
Albus rolled his eyes, "I hate you, Malfoy." Scorpius laughed, "I hate you to, Albie. Now go change your pants."
Kara/Gryffindor/67 Points earned
Summary: Albus and Scorpius explore their feelings for each-other, and it gets heated. Malfoy slithers in. Scorpius is in his 5th year at Hogwarts and Albus is in his 4th. Smutty, smut, smut.
Characters/Pairings: Scorpius Malfoy/Albus Potter. Briefly mentions Victoire Weasley, Rose Weasley, and Poppy Parkinson (and I know Poppy Parkinson isn't canon)
Genre: Smut, possibly a one shot but I may make this a series (I quite like this pairing)
Beta: wut?
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, male/male pairing, light elements of a dom/sub relationship
Medium: fic
Word Count: 2009
Can the Order post to Tumblr?: sure, sure
If yes, your Tumblr username: fuckyeahkillingtime
Albus was perched on an ornate silver and green wingbacked chair looking over notes from potion class when he heard the voice that sent a scarlet flush across his cheeks. "Hello, Potter," purred Malfoy as Albus's cool green eyes spotted Scorpius sauntering out from a shadowy corner of the dungeon with that smirk on his face.
"What do you want Malfoy?" Albus's words oozed with biting irritation which was followed with an overly dramatic scowl.
"What's the matter Potter, are you still mad that I turned you down for the ball?" Scorpious teased as he propped his foot on the coffee table, his eyes gleaming with that horrible mischievous glint that has always boiled Potter's blood. That look and that voice of Malfoy both enraged and embarrassed Albus all the more, his face now burning red hot.
Bursting from his seat, Albus stammered with a stomp: "I did not ask you to the ball Malfoy!" And with clinched fists Albus marched off toward the dorm rooms, found his room and slammed the door shut behind him. A misting of tears stung Albus's eyes, and with a determined face he quickly wiped them dry. He'd be damned if he lets Malfoy get to him like that, Albus is a proud Potter after all.
However, no sooner after Albus had wiped away the tears did he hear a knock at the door. With an exhausted sigh Albus pulled back the squeaky door only to see the piercing grey eyes of Scorpius. Potter's stomach lurched, and on instinct Albus attempted to slam the door on Malfoy's face only to be beaten by Malfoy's quick-thinking.
"Flipendo!" Malfoy yelled, causing both the door and Potter to be knocked back. Potter staggered in his steps, fighting to stay on his feet. "Malfoy, you git! I don't want to see you, leave!" Potter's fists were clinched so hard that his nails dug deep into his palms.
Malfoy's cool silver eyes practically laughed as they gazed into Potter's chilly emerald pair. "Now, Potter what kind of classmate would I be if I let you storm off leaving your potions notes scattered all over the common room. It just wouldn't do if the Slytherin common room looked like a pigsty." Scorpius nonchalantly traipsed into Albus's room with a sideways toss of Potter's potions notes which landed neatly on a nearby desk with ease. "With the way that you treat your potion's notes one would never guess that you were named after one of the greatest potion-masters of our time, Potter." Malfoy added with a plop onto Albus's bed, springs creaking just slightly under his movements.
This was the last straw for Albus, he stomped over to Scorpius and loomed over Malfoy like a dark tower. Now Potter's body was trembling with his blood so hot that you could see the steam fogging up his glasses. "Malfoy, if you don't want to go to the ball with me that's fine, but you don't have to torment me like this." Potter's words were cold, quiet, and emotionless -- all of the hallmarks of an Albus pushed too far, and Malfoy knew this.
Malfoy was not phased by this, he looked up at Potter with that same devious glint in his eyes. "Oh, so now you admit in the privacy in your own room that you asked me to the ball, I see," Scorpius mused as his porcelain hand reached out and caressed Potter's green and sliver tie. "And what's this torment you speak of? All I've done was to make sure you had your potions notes, and I thought I could visit you for a moment here because we are so close. Where's the torment in that?"
The innocence that Scorpius was feigning was the last insult that finally caused Albus to lose control. "'Where's the torment in that? Where's the torment in that!' Where do you get the gall to to ask me that when you know how I feel.. about you?" When you've been carrying around the feelings of anger, resentment, and dare we even say unrequited love, it's easy for a sentence to start off in loud blustery anger and end in meekly choking on your own words. Which was just the case for Albus Potter here, who was now shaking before Malfoy like an Autumn's leaf that's seconds away from breaking off from it's stem.
Tilting his head in confusion and cocking an intrigued eyebrow, Scorpius raised his hand to lightly stroke Potter's flushed face. "I know how you feel do I? I can assure you that I don't. True we've flirted in the past, but when we're in the public eye you either act like you don't know me or you huff off to pout somewhere -- like you just did to me a few minutes ago. I always thought you felt very little for me, but if you wish to use some of that famous bravery that your family is famous for and tell me how you feel I'll be all ears." Malfoy's words showed off the same cool confidence, however if you knew Scorpius like Albus knew Scorpius you'd be able to pick up on a subtle sincerity hiding just below the surface.
The touch of Malfoy's hand across Potter's cheek was almost enough to send the trembling teen collapsing into Scorpius's arms, but Albus's pride wouldn't let him. Instead Albus gritted his teeth and stood his ground, looking Scorpius in the eyes. "Scorpius, I have had.. feelings for you for many years now. Though I never pursued it because you were with Poppy Parkinson, and I eventually got into a relationship with Teddy Lupin. I know you've dumped Poppy, and Teddy left me for Victoire.. but I'm just afraid that I'll get hurt again, so I run off and hide when things gets serious." So there it was, Albus had just laid everything out on the table. And whoever said that the truth would set you free was a liar, right now the only thing Albus wanted to do was crawl up in a ball and fight the urge to vomit.
Though Potter felt as though his whole world was spinning, Malfoy was steady as a rock and was sporting a grin that stretched from ear to ear. Scorpius outstretched his other hand and encircled Potter's face into his hands. "Alright Potter, you've told me how you've felt but now I feel that it's time you show me how you feel," and without a moments hesitation Scorpius pulled down Albus's face to meet his own, Malfoy's lips quickly found Potter's and the rest as they say was history.
The feeling that shot through them when their lips touched could only be described as a hot fire, the redness of Potter's face had spread to his ears and a light rosiness had begun to color Malfoy's cheeks as well. Potter's nerves quickly fled and was replaced by passion that buzzed and popped like firewhiskey, and an urging had filled Albus with the need that begged him to get closer to Scorpius.
With their hot lips never leaving each-others', Albus climbed onto the bed next to Scorpius before parting his lips to allow Scorpius to enter. Without wasting a moment, Scorpius seized the opportunity and slithered in his tongue on top of Albus's, and for what seemed like an eternity their tongues danced together. Goosebumps prickled down Albus's neck and across his arms, the sound of their wet lips smacking against eachothers' sounded like a hypnotizing siren's song to Potter's ears.
Albus fell deep into Scropius's arms, so much so that Potter nearly toppled over when Malfoy pulled back. "Why did you stop?" Potter stammered in a hushed whisper. Chuckling, Scorpius answered back: "Well, I'm feeling particularly bad today Potter, and by the looks of you I think you are feeling like managing some mischief yourself," Scorpius ended with sending his heated gaze over Albus in order to give him a through scan up and down his body.. his eyes lingered for a few moments on Albus's crotch that was raised and strained hard against the seems of the young man's uniformed pants.
It was impossible for Albus to blush any redder at this point, but his heart began to thump hard in his chest, and the look that Malfoy was giving to his crotch just made the agonizing strain that Potter was feeling multiply by about one hundred. "God yes, I'm ready to do something bad," Potter shot back in between heated breaths, he just wanted to keep touching Malfoy's perfectly porcelain skin.
Another sparkle brightened up Malfoy's face, and with a chuckle Malfoy undid his own pants his throbbing cock impatiently bounced out from under the cloth and pulsed right there in-front of Albus. "I want you to suck me off, Potter," Malfoy's voice had that teasing playful quality to it that he always used when they flirted, and it drove Albus wild. The sound of Albus's heart boomed in his head, it was so loud that Albus was sure that his heart would explode -- and all Potter could do was stare longingly at Malfoy's large cock, which only made his heart pound harder.
"Yes, Scorpius," Albus answered back without even noticing as a full-on trance over-took the young Hogwarts student as he lowered down and took the cock fully into his mouth. As the salty taste of precum trickled into Potter's mouth, he could feel Malfoy's fingers play with Albus's tousled brown hair, it tickled and Potter loved it. The sound of Malfoy's pants became his metronome as he bobbed his head up and down, stopping for a few seconds to swirl his tongue around the tip before turning his attention back to bobbing up and down, and he did this over and over again.
Scorpius's prick was large and thick, so thick that it stretched Albus's jaw and long enough that bringing the cock to hit the back of his throat was still not enough to take in all of Malfoy's member. This just wouldn't do for Albus, he wanted to give Malfoy his full attention, so Potter wrapped his hand around the base of Malfoy's cock giving him a mini hand job while his mouth continued with the blow job.
Albus knew Scorpius was finally becoming undone when Malfoy began rocking his hips in time with Albus's sucking, and not a few moments had passed before Malfoy had spilled his hot seed into Potter's mouth who greedy began gulping it down. Albus kissed Malfoy's tip before pulling back completely and flashing a rather pleased smile at Scorpius, "did you enjoy my attentions, Malfoy?"
"Oh, Albie. I think you enjoyed it just as much as I did," Scorpius answered as a devious grin played on his face while he stole a quick glance at Albus's pants that was also stained with Potter's own seed. "Seems like I wasn't the only one that found release today," Malfoy purred as he quickly readjusted himself back into proper form with his attire and quickly gave Potter a kiss on the lips, stopping only for a few seconds to bite Albus's lower lip and savoring it's salty flavor.
Malfoy pulled Albus over to lean on his shoulder, "In any case Albie, I do believe I'll go with you to Hogwarts Spring Ball." Overjoyed, Albus felt as if he was flying above the clouds. "I'm glad that we're going to the ball, but are you going to start calling me 'Albie' from now on?" Albus complained in a jest just to poke at Scorpius. "That is for damn sure, from now on you will be Albie to me, and you're just going to have to get used to it," Scorpius answered back as he absent-mindlessly danced his fingers across Albus's scalp. "It's a shame though that you aren't a ginger like your cousin Rose Weasley, I do love a good red head," Scorpius said with a sigh.
Albus rolled his eyes, "I hate you, Malfoy." Scorpius laughed, "I hate you to, Albie. Now go change your pants."
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