Drabble/Ficlet: Pretty slut boy - Albus/Scorpius
Title: Pretty slut boy
Beta: None this time.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Albus/Scorpius
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: cross-dressing, exhibitionism, slight language
Word Count: 297
Summary: Albus should've known better than taking a bet with a Malfoy.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K. Rowling, various publishers, including but not limited to Bloomsbury Publishing Plc. and Scholastic Inc., and Warner Bros. Entertainment Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. This story is a work of fiction. Names, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.
A/N: Written for the third week of ass_ldws, using the prompts cross-dressing and listen.
Albus stepped from behind the screen. He wore a white velour bathrobe, very similar to the one worn by the man sprawled in the king-sized bed. Albus blushed when the other man grinned and opened the front of his robe, revealing no clothing underneath it.
Scorpius reached down to fondle himself, his gaze, darkened by lust, locked with Albus'. With another grin, Scorpius spread his legs wider.
The display sent a rush straight to Albus' groin, and Albus moaned softly, resisting the urge to reach under his bathrobe to touch himself. Instead, he placed his hand over his crotch, feeling the hardness through the fabric.
Scorpius' breath hitched when he forced himself to stop, and he closed his eyes for a couple of seconds, then fixed then on Albus' once again.
"Will you just stand there?" Scorpius asked, huskily.
Albus stepped gingerly closer to the bed.
"Stop," Scorpius said, grinning. The other man did as he was told. "Aren't you forgetting something?"
Albus groaned.
"Scorpius..."
"Listen, we've made a bet, and you lost." Scorpius reminded him, brushing his thumb across the tip and moaning seductively. "That was the deal."
Albus looked away then, swallowing. "This is..."
"Don't tell me you didn't do it."
"I'm not saying anything." Albus protested, looking back at him.
"Show me then."
Trembling fingers reached to undo the ribbon, and Albus took a deep breath before taking his robe off quickly. He resisted the urge to cover himself with his hands as he stood there in just red lacy knickers that barely covered his bits.
Scorpius hissed and grinned, and motioned him to get into the bed, promptly cupping Albus' hard-on in his hand and taking one hard, pink nipple between his teeth.
"This is your turn to be my pretty little slut."
Beta: None this time.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Albus/Scorpius
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: cross-dressing, exhibitionism, slight language
Word Count: 297
Summary: Albus should've known better than taking a bet with a Malfoy.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K. Rowling, various publishers, including but not limited to Bloomsbury Publishing Plc. and Scholastic Inc., and Warner Bros. Entertainment Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. This story is a work of fiction. Names, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.
A/N: Written for the third week of ass_ldws, using the prompts cross-dressing and listen.
Albus stepped from behind the screen. He wore a white velour bathrobe, very similar to the one worn by the man sprawled in the king-sized bed. Albus blushed when the other man grinned and opened the front of his robe, revealing no clothing underneath it.
Scorpius reached down to fondle himself, his gaze, darkened by lust, locked with Albus'. With another grin, Scorpius spread his legs wider.
The display sent a rush straight to Albus' groin, and Albus moaned softly, resisting the urge to reach under his bathrobe to touch himself. Instead, he placed his hand over his crotch, feeling the hardness through the fabric.
Scorpius' breath hitched when he forced himself to stop, and he closed his eyes for a couple of seconds, then fixed then on Albus' once again.
"Will you just stand there?" Scorpius asked, huskily.
Albus stepped gingerly closer to the bed.
"Stop," Scorpius said, grinning. The other man did as he was told. "Aren't you forgetting something?"
Albus groaned.
"Scorpius..."
"Listen, we've made a bet, and you lost." Scorpius reminded him, brushing his thumb across the tip and moaning seductively. "That was the deal."
Albus looked away then, swallowing. "This is..."
"Don't tell me you didn't do it."
"I'm not saying anything." Albus protested, looking back at him.
"Show me then."
Trembling fingers reached to undo the ribbon, and Albus took a deep breath before taking his robe off quickly. He resisted the urge to cover himself with his hands as he stood there in just red lacy knickers that barely covered his bits.
Scorpius hissed and grinned, and motioned him to get into the bed, promptly cupping Albus' hard-on in his hand and taking one hard, pink nipple between his teeth.
"This is your turn to be my pretty little slut."