Ficlet: 'The Uses and Abuses of Glamours' AS/S NC17
1) Where would I find some pretty AS/S icons, as I don't have enough?
2) I'm about to set up my shiny new laptop, but me+technology=fail. If you never see me again, I loved you all, and thanks for the fish.
Title - The Uses and Abuses of Glamours
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - None, mistakes are mine alone
Rating - NC17
Word Count - ~600
Characters/Pairings - Albus Severus/Scorpius
Warnings - Voyeurism, Role-Play, Toys
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 - It was only a game after all - Al satisfying his exhibitionist streak, Scorpius his voyeuristic side, and neither one of them betraying their vows.
Author's Notes - Counts to prompt #4 Glamour from my mission_insane Fantasy Themed Table, prompt #22 Ugly from my 100quills Next Generation Table and Day 7 over at mmom
For dripping_cherry, who requested this months back :)
With his features changed into those of another man, an older man with a crooked nose and heavy jaw, it was easy for Scorpius to forget himself, to fall into the role of nameless someone as Al led him up the stairs to their bedroom. The glamour had been copied straight from the book, so Scorpius supposed he looked like the book's author. Ugly, in other words. Whatever, his looks weren't important so long as they were not his own.
He loved watching Al, loved Al full stop. And when Al had suggested spicing things up, Scorpius had been loathe to refuse. It was only a game after all - Al satisfying his exhibitionist streak, Scorpius his voyeuristic side, and neither one of them betraying their vows.
Letting Al push him into the chair, Scorpius wondered if Al wanted something more verbal than the sheer lust on his face as he watched Al undress.
But, slinging himself onto the bed and sliding a half-empty tube and a thick dildo from under the pillow, Al seemed content to let silence reign as he slicked up the toy and parted his legs slowly. Scorpius pressed the heel of his hand into his groin as he watched Al move the toy into place, pressing the rounded head against his arse. Scorpius had prepared Al himself before they went out to the little pub, to let Scorpius be the lonely punter Al brought home with the promise of a good show.
Licking his lips as the head of the toy slid into Al's body, Scorpius opened his trousers with one hand, clutching the seat of the chair with the other. He was salivating ridiculously, and swallowed hard as the toy slid further in, and Al swore under his breath.
Scorpius had never been a patient man, and couldn’t stop himself demanding, "Harder," as Al continued to tease the toy into place.
Smirking a little, Al shuffled up on the pillows and looked at Scorpius over his bent legs. Pushing the rest of the dildo all the way in, Al's cheeks flushed with colour as he asked, "Like this?"
"Faster, too," Scorpius got more demanding once he had his cock in hand, curling his fingers and running them up and down his shaft as he watched Al do the same with his right hand, the left pushing the dildo in and out in a fast, smooth rhythm. Matching his rhythm to Al's, Scorpius leaned forwards in the chair, forgetting himself and the set-up as he watched Al closely. He'd never get tired of watching Al, never get tired of wanking himself raw to whatever image Al was displaying for him.
Tightening his fingers, Scorpius bit his lower lip and leaned even further forwards, mesmerized by the thick toy sliding in and out of Al's tight arse. It was unnatural to envy silicone, but Scorpius envied it anyway. He wanted to be there, rutting between Al's thighs and making Al give those aching little moans.
Standing up, Scorpius shrugged out of his clothing quickly, climbing onto the bed and remembering the glamours only when Al looked up and flinched. Summoning his wand, Scorpius ended the glamours with a simple "Finite Incantatem."
"Tired of watching?"
"Never. I just want a more active role."
"All that magical effort for fifteen minutes with the glamours on." Al chided, tossing the dildo away and hooking one leg over Scorpius' shoulder, pressing his heel into Scorpius' back to coax Scorpius into place.
With a grin, Scorpius lined himself up and quipped cheerily, "There's a time and a place for glamours, and this isn't it!"
2) I'm about to set up my shiny new laptop, but me+technology=fail. If you never see me again, I loved you all, and thanks for the fish.
Title - The Uses and Abuses of Glamours
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - None, mistakes are mine alone
Rating - NC17
Word Count - ~600
Characters/Pairings - Albus Severus/Scorpius
Warnings - Voyeurism, Role-Play, Toys
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 - It was only a game after all - Al satisfying his exhibitionist streak, Scorpius his voyeuristic side, and neither one of them betraying their vows.
Author's Notes - Counts to prompt #4 Glamour from my mission_insane Fantasy Themed Table, prompt #22 Ugly from my 100quills Next Generation Table and Day 7 over at mmom
For dripping_cherry, who requested this months back :)
With his features changed into those of another man, an older man with a crooked nose and heavy jaw, it was easy for Scorpius to forget himself, to fall into the role of nameless someone as Al led him up the stairs to their bedroom. The glamour had been copied straight from the book, so Scorpius supposed he looked like the book's author. Ugly, in other words. Whatever, his looks weren't important so long as they were not his own.
He loved watching Al, loved Al full stop. And when Al had suggested spicing things up, Scorpius had been loathe to refuse. It was only a game after all - Al satisfying his exhibitionist streak, Scorpius his voyeuristic side, and neither one of them betraying their vows.
Letting Al push him into the chair, Scorpius wondered if Al wanted something more verbal than the sheer lust on his face as he watched Al undress.
But, slinging himself onto the bed and sliding a half-empty tube and a thick dildo from under the pillow, Al seemed content to let silence reign as he slicked up the toy and parted his legs slowly. Scorpius pressed the heel of his hand into his groin as he watched Al move the toy into place, pressing the rounded head against his arse. Scorpius had prepared Al himself before they went out to the little pub, to let Scorpius be the lonely punter Al brought home with the promise of a good show.
Licking his lips as the head of the toy slid into Al's body, Scorpius opened his trousers with one hand, clutching the seat of the chair with the other. He was salivating ridiculously, and swallowed hard as the toy slid further in, and Al swore under his breath.
Scorpius had never been a patient man, and couldn’t stop himself demanding, "Harder," as Al continued to tease the toy into place.
Smirking a little, Al shuffled up on the pillows and looked at Scorpius over his bent legs. Pushing the rest of the dildo all the way in, Al's cheeks flushed with colour as he asked, "Like this?"
"Faster, too," Scorpius got more demanding once he had his cock in hand, curling his fingers and running them up and down his shaft as he watched Al do the same with his right hand, the left pushing the dildo in and out in a fast, smooth rhythm. Matching his rhythm to Al's, Scorpius leaned forwards in the chair, forgetting himself and the set-up as he watched Al closely. He'd never get tired of watching Al, never get tired of wanking himself raw to whatever image Al was displaying for him.
Tightening his fingers, Scorpius bit his lower lip and leaned even further forwards, mesmerized by the thick toy sliding in and out of Al's tight arse. It was unnatural to envy silicone, but Scorpius envied it anyway. He wanted to be there, rutting between Al's thighs and making Al give those aching little moans.
Standing up, Scorpius shrugged out of his clothing quickly, climbing onto the bed and remembering the glamours only when Al looked up and flinched. Summoning his wand, Scorpius ended the glamours with a simple "Finite Incantatem."
"Tired of watching?"
"Never. I just want a more active role."
"All that magical effort for fifteen minutes with the glamours on." Al chided, tossing the dildo away and hooking one leg over Scorpius' shoulder, pressing his heel into Scorpius' back to coax Scorpius into place.
With a grin, Scorpius lined himself up and quipped cheerily, "There's a time and a place for glamours, and this isn't it!"