AS/S Drabble #8
And this is the final double-drabble for the last prompt of round 4 of the ass_ldws. Thank you all for reading those drabbles over the last days! ♥
Title: Behind Thick Curtains
Summary: In first year, they sleep in the same bed. In fifth year, they sleep with each other.
Prompt: First time sleeping together, one drabble from Albus's pov, one from Scorpius's pov (both 100 words exactly)
Beta: Thank you! secretsalex ♥
2017
The curtains of the four-poster bed were thick but not that thick. They could not muffle the Potter boy's sobs.
He had approached the Slytherin table after the Sorting - pale-faced, not daring to meet anyone's eye. The boy looked like Harry Potter, down to the glasses and the wild black hair.
No scar, though.
Scorpius sighed. He got up and opened the curtains of Potter's bed.
"Potter," he whispered.
The dark head did not move.
"Albus."
Slowly the boy turned and stared, eyes glittering with tears.
"Budge up." Scorpius slid in. "Believe me, I'd rather be in Gryffindor, too."
2021
The curtains of the four-poster bed were thick but not that thick. They could not muffle the slap of Scorpius's breathless wanking.
"Albus," he groaned out, just before the unmistakable splash of spunk on skin.
Albus stood in the dark, full of longing and painfully hard. He knew Scorpius wanted him; he always came with Albus's name on his lips.
Gathering his courage, Albus opened the curtains of the bed.
Scorpius stared, eyes dark silver in the moonlight.
"Budge up." Albus slid in. "Want you, too."
Soon he was coming on pale limbs, moaning Scorpius's name into bright, soft hair.
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Title: Behind Thick Curtains
Summary: In first year, they sleep in the same bed. In fifth year, they sleep with each other.
Prompt: First time sleeping together, one drabble from Albus's pov, one from Scorpius's pov (both 100 words exactly)
Beta: Thank you! secretsalex ♥
2017
The curtains of the four-poster bed were thick but not that thick. They could not muffle the Potter boy's sobs.
He had approached the Slytherin table after the Sorting - pale-faced, not daring to meet anyone's eye. The boy looked like Harry Potter, down to the glasses and the wild black hair.
No scar, though.
Scorpius sighed. He got up and opened the curtains of Potter's bed.
"Potter," he whispered.
The dark head did not move.
"Albus."
Slowly the boy turned and stared, eyes glittering with tears.
"Budge up." Scorpius slid in. "Believe me, I'd rather be in Gryffindor, too."
2021
The curtains of the four-poster bed were thick but not that thick. They could not muffle the slap of Scorpius's breathless wanking.
"Albus," he groaned out, just before the unmistakable splash of spunk on skin.
Albus stood in the dark, full of longing and painfully hard. He knew Scorpius wanted him; he always came with Albus's name on his lips.
Gathering his courage, Albus opened the curtains of the bed.
Scorpius stared, eyes dark silver in the moonlight.
"Budge up." Albus slid in. "Want you, too."
Soon he was coming on pale limbs, moaning Scorpius's name into bright, soft hair.
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