Happy Belated Birthday envious_ema!
Title Race
Author softly_sweetly
Beta None, mistakes are mine alone
Rating NC17
Word Count ~250
Characters/Pairings Harry/Draco/Al/Scorpius
Warnings Wanking, Suggestion, Foursome
Summary Some races are better lost
Author's Notes Happy belated birthday envious_ema! Sorry this is a day late - I got caught up and couldn't get online yesterday *pouts*
"Ready, set, go!"
Harry tightened his hand around his shaft and started stroking, trying to decide where to look. The illicit thrill of watching Al was always alluring, watching his son seek pleasure in his own hand, face twisted in pleasure and cock flushed and red. But Draco and Scorpius were equally attractive, each holding the other's cock as they stroked in tandem. There was something about the two men that drew Harry's gaze to them over and over, something about watching them touch each other and knowing that this was nowhere near the most explicit thing they had done with him, in front of him, or when he wasn't there. No, that mantle was held by...
"Oh fuck!" The memory tipped Harry over the edge and he curled forwards, body shaking with pleasure as he came over his hand. Sinking to the floor, he tried not to blush with shame at coming like a teenager and being outlasted by his son.
Al followed him moments later, and Draco and Scorpius came in tandem not a moment behind. Harry wanted nothing more than to go and lick Scorpius clean, but he knew he had no chance.
With a smirk, Draco leaned forwards and pushed Harry onto his back. "You lost the race, Potter. So you're in the middle."
Harry had no doubt that was meant to be threatening, but somehow he was still excited at the prospect. Losing wasn't always so bad.
Author softly_sweetly
Beta None, mistakes are mine alone
Rating NC17
Word Count ~250
Characters/Pairings Harry/Draco/Al/Scorpius
Warnings Wanking, Suggestion, Foursome
Summary Some races are better lost
Author's Notes Happy belated birthday envious_ema! Sorry this is a day late - I got caught up and couldn't get online yesterday *pouts*
"Ready, set, go!"
Harry tightened his hand around his shaft and started stroking, trying to decide where to look. The illicit thrill of watching Al was always alluring, watching his son seek pleasure in his own hand, face twisted in pleasure and cock flushed and red. But Draco and Scorpius were equally attractive, each holding the other's cock as they stroked in tandem. There was something about the two men that drew Harry's gaze to them over and over, something about watching them touch each other and knowing that this was nowhere near the most explicit thing they had done with him, in front of him, or when he wasn't there. No, that mantle was held by...
"Oh fuck!" The memory tipped Harry over the edge and he curled forwards, body shaking with pleasure as he came over his hand. Sinking to the floor, he tried not to blush with shame at coming like a teenager and being outlasted by his son.
Al followed him moments later, and Draco and Scorpius came in tandem not a moment behind. Harry wanted nothing more than to go and lick Scorpius clean, but he knew he had no chance.
With a smirk, Draco leaned forwards and pushed Harry onto his back. "You lost the race, Potter. So you're in the middle."
Harry had no doubt that was meant to be threatening, but somehow he was still excited at the prospect. Losing wasn't always so bad.