Happy Birthday piratesmile331!!
Title - Play Date
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - None, mistakes are mine alone
Rating - NC17
Word Count - ~1000
Characters/Pairings - Harry/Draco/Albus/Scorpius
Warnings - Uhm… general cross!gen depravity. Oh, you want them listing? Slash, sex, threesome, foursome, rimming, blowjobs, double-penetration, orgasm denial, cross!gen, AU, incest, PWP
Disclaimer - I own nothing but the plot lines. I make no money from this, and mean no offence by any scene depicted within this story. All characters depicted in sexual situations herein are above the age of consent.
Summary - The Malfoy men and the Potter men have a long-standing play-date
Author's Notes - For piratesmile331 - Happy Birthday sweetie!
Harry could feel the saliva welling in his mouth as he stepped into Draco's comfortable lounge and caught sight of Scorpius stood in the corner, facing the wall. The younger Malfoy had obviously misbehaved, as his arse and thighs were cherry red, intersected with dark red welts that looked as though they'd match the cane Draco had inherited from his father.
Catching Draco looking curiously at his son's strange stance, Harry reached up and unhooked the clasp on Al's robes, letting them fall to the floor and reveal the source of his son's excessively widened stance.
"That's very big."
"Yes, it is. Unfortunately, something has come up, that I can't get out of, so our play date will have to be cut short. By way of an apology, Al suggested we come prepared for something a little more exotic than normal."
Watching the smirk that broke out over Draco's face, Harry felt his own arousal ebb stronger. Though brief, he knew this afternoon would be fun.
"Well, as you seem to have such a delicious plan, I'll let you take the lead." Draco drawled.
Smirking, Harry took a seat when Draco indicated him to, accepting the glass of burgundy and sipping at it as he and Draco discussed the various political and social goings on of the Wizarding world. Throughout their discussion, Scorpius remained in the corner and Al, who was unable to sit, knelt on the floor by his father's side. When he spotted Draco's empty glass, Harry wound up their conversation and drained his own, wincing at the burning liquid. "Ready?"
The silent response came in the form of Draco standing and stripping off his expensive robes, and Harry followed suit, gesturing Draco to lie on the floor and moving to kneel next to Al. Easing the plug out gently, Harry pressed a soft kiss to the back of Al's neck and guided him into place over Draco. He was pleased that the blond was already so hard; pleased his son incited the same ache in other men that was incited in himself.
Guiding Al down onto Draco's dick, Harry smoothed his hands along Al's flanks as Al rested over Draco's chest. "Is Scorpius allowed to play?"
Draco's voice was breathy when he responded, and Harry landed a light slap on Al's arse, warning him not to clench until he was told. "Of course. Just because I've denied him pleasure, doesn’t mean the rest of us should miss out. Scorpius, come here."
Harry watched as the boy turned around slowly - he wasn't at all surprised to see Scorpius' erection straining, the shimmer of a Denial spell just visible - and kept up his visual feast as Scorpius crossed over to the soft rug they were sprawled on.
"Kneel down here; let Al have something to suck on."
Harry would never tire of the sound of Draco's voice giving out soft orders, and he held Scorpius' lust-darkened eyes as the boy knelt down slowly, his father's hands holding his hips and guiding him into place. Harry moaned when Scorpius' eyes fluttered closed, and the sound of greedy slurping filled the room; he knew exactly how good that talented mouth felt, and could only imagine how maddening it must be for Scorpius; such sweet pleasure tainted by the knowledge he'd get no release until his father deemed him punished for his earlier indiscretion.
Harry's cock twitched when Scorpius' eyes flew open and his teeth sank into his lip - the slurping came in stereo now, and Harry couldn't resist leaning to the side, staring past Draco's strong fingers cruelly digging into welts as a busy tongue worked between parted buttocks.
Shifting back into position, Harry flattened one hand over the small of Al's back soothingly, as he pushed two fingers into slick warmth, alongside Draco's cock. He'd been a little worried, when he told Al to prepare himself for this afternoon, that without his supervision the boy would not be thorough. But, as Harry finger-fucked Al slowly, his simple action garnering moans from all three of his companions, Harry was pleased with the thoroughness Al had shown.
Conjuring up a healthy blob of lubricant, Harry smoothed it over his cock, quietly cursing the Ministry for springing meetings upon him which cut into his play dates with the Malfoys, and prevented him from having all the fun of stretching Al open himself, instead having to leave Al to play alone while he prepared notes. But, it was pointless pouting now, and Harry focused his mind to the current moment, murmuring soothing words as he lined the head of his dick up with Al's hole, and began pushing inside slowly.
Time always seemed to freeze when they shared one of the boys, and Harry was breathless when he came to rest tight inside Al. He kept up the steady rhythm of his fingers, soothing away Al's discomfort until the boy relaxed enough that Harry could move. He kept his thrusts slow and smooth, gliding in and out of Al as combined moans and cries mingled in the air. The sensation of another cock twitching against his was fantastic, and Harry grunted as he felt warmth spreading between them, Draco's throaty growls audible even though his mouth was still working Scorpius mercilessly.
Al was next to go, body shaking and flexing as he came, and Scorpius whimpering as the sweet suction on his cock slipped away, Al falling to sprawl on Draco's chest in a haze. Harry couldn't help himself, and he pulled his hips back and thrust in as hard and fast as he dared, half a dozen of those being enough to send him spiralling over the edge as he emptied into Al.
Curled over Al's back, Harry was vaguely aware of the muffled words coming from below him, and he identified them as coming from Draco.
"Sure you can't cancel your meeting?"
Harry had already been thinking the same thing, and the fact that Al was clenching around his softening dick, and underhanded method at the best of times, just sold him on it. "Come here Scorpius, it's your turn."
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - None, mistakes are mine alone
Rating - NC17
Word Count - ~1000
Characters/Pairings - Harry/Draco/Albus/Scorpius
Warnings - Uhm… general cross!gen depravity. Oh, you want them listing? Slash, sex, threesome, foursome, rimming, blowjobs, double-penetration, orgasm denial, cross!gen, AU, incest, PWP
Disclaimer - I own nothing but the plot lines. I make no money from this, and mean no offence by any scene depicted within this story. All characters depicted in sexual situations herein are above the age of consent.
Summary - The Malfoy men and the Potter men have a long-standing play-date
Author's Notes - For piratesmile331 - Happy Birthday sweetie!
Harry could feel the saliva welling in his mouth as he stepped into Draco's comfortable lounge and caught sight of Scorpius stood in the corner, facing the wall. The younger Malfoy had obviously misbehaved, as his arse and thighs were cherry red, intersected with dark red welts that looked as though they'd match the cane Draco had inherited from his father.
Catching Draco looking curiously at his son's strange stance, Harry reached up and unhooked the clasp on Al's robes, letting them fall to the floor and reveal the source of his son's excessively widened stance.
"That's very big."
"Yes, it is. Unfortunately, something has come up, that I can't get out of, so our play date will have to be cut short. By way of an apology, Al suggested we come prepared for something a little more exotic than normal."
Watching the smirk that broke out over Draco's face, Harry felt his own arousal ebb stronger. Though brief, he knew this afternoon would be fun.
"Well, as you seem to have such a delicious plan, I'll let you take the lead." Draco drawled.
Smirking, Harry took a seat when Draco indicated him to, accepting the glass of burgundy and sipping at it as he and Draco discussed the various political and social goings on of the Wizarding world. Throughout their discussion, Scorpius remained in the corner and Al, who was unable to sit, knelt on the floor by his father's side. When he spotted Draco's empty glass, Harry wound up their conversation and drained his own, wincing at the burning liquid. "Ready?"
The silent response came in the form of Draco standing and stripping off his expensive robes, and Harry followed suit, gesturing Draco to lie on the floor and moving to kneel next to Al. Easing the plug out gently, Harry pressed a soft kiss to the back of Al's neck and guided him into place over Draco. He was pleased that the blond was already so hard; pleased his son incited the same ache in other men that was incited in himself.
Guiding Al down onto Draco's dick, Harry smoothed his hands along Al's flanks as Al rested over Draco's chest. "Is Scorpius allowed to play?"
Draco's voice was breathy when he responded, and Harry landed a light slap on Al's arse, warning him not to clench until he was told. "Of course. Just because I've denied him pleasure, doesn’t mean the rest of us should miss out. Scorpius, come here."
Harry watched as the boy turned around slowly - he wasn't at all surprised to see Scorpius' erection straining, the shimmer of a Denial spell just visible - and kept up his visual feast as Scorpius crossed over to the soft rug they were sprawled on.
"Kneel down here; let Al have something to suck on."
Harry would never tire of the sound of Draco's voice giving out soft orders, and he held Scorpius' lust-darkened eyes as the boy knelt down slowly, his father's hands holding his hips and guiding him into place. Harry moaned when Scorpius' eyes fluttered closed, and the sound of greedy slurping filled the room; he knew exactly how good that talented mouth felt, and could only imagine how maddening it must be for Scorpius; such sweet pleasure tainted by the knowledge he'd get no release until his father deemed him punished for his earlier indiscretion.
Harry's cock twitched when Scorpius' eyes flew open and his teeth sank into his lip - the slurping came in stereo now, and Harry couldn't resist leaning to the side, staring past Draco's strong fingers cruelly digging into welts as a busy tongue worked between parted buttocks.
Shifting back into position, Harry flattened one hand over the small of Al's back soothingly, as he pushed two fingers into slick warmth, alongside Draco's cock. He'd been a little worried, when he told Al to prepare himself for this afternoon, that without his supervision the boy would not be thorough. But, as Harry finger-fucked Al slowly, his simple action garnering moans from all three of his companions, Harry was pleased with the thoroughness Al had shown.
Conjuring up a healthy blob of lubricant, Harry smoothed it over his cock, quietly cursing the Ministry for springing meetings upon him which cut into his play dates with the Malfoys, and prevented him from having all the fun of stretching Al open himself, instead having to leave Al to play alone while he prepared notes. But, it was pointless pouting now, and Harry focused his mind to the current moment, murmuring soothing words as he lined the head of his dick up with Al's hole, and began pushing inside slowly.
Time always seemed to freeze when they shared one of the boys, and Harry was breathless when he came to rest tight inside Al. He kept up the steady rhythm of his fingers, soothing away Al's discomfort until the boy relaxed enough that Harry could move. He kept his thrusts slow and smooth, gliding in and out of Al as combined moans and cries mingled in the air. The sensation of another cock twitching against his was fantastic, and Harry grunted as he felt warmth spreading between them, Draco's throaty growls audible even though his mouth was still working Scorpius mercilessly.
Al was next to go, body shaking and flexing as he came, and Scorpius whimpering as the sweet suction on his cock slipped away, Al falling to sprawl on Draco's chest in a haze. Harry couldn't help himself, and he pulled his hips back and thrust in as hard and fast as he dared, half a dozen of those being enough to send him spiralling over the edge as he emptied into Al.
Curled over Al's back, Harry was vaguely aware of the muffled words coming from below him, and he identified them as coming from Draco.
"Sure you can't cancel your meeting?"
Harry had already been thinking the same thing, and the fact that Al was clenching around his softening dick, and underhanded method at the best of times, just sold him on it. "Come here Scorpius, it's your turn."