Untitled AS/S drabble
Fandom: HP next generation
Pairing: AS/S
Rating: R
Words: 565
Notes: So, this is my first time attempting to write anything past a kiss, really. It's strange that I decided to do it for this pairing, but whatever. Enjoy. :D
Disclaimer: I, of course, don't own anything recognizable.
After hours of being locked up in a motel room, Auror Albus Severus Potter was getting restless. His father, who was the famous Harry Potter and who happened to be the head of the Auror Office in the Ministry of Magic, had assigned him and Scorpius Malfoy a case that involved travelling and staying in different inns. This was, of course, the source of Al’s frustration at time. Staying in hiding meant that he couldn’t go out and pull someone. As if that weren’t bad enough, he was stuck in a room with Scorpius. Now, unlike his and Scorpius’ fathers, they had no rift dividing them. They were best friends, and they worked wonderfully well together as partners. They also were, whenever the need arose, friends with benefits.
Al was releasing a groan when Scorpius came out of the bathroom, a small towel wrapped around his slim hips. Al decided then to do something about the sexual frustration that was eating his body up. Without bothering to speak, he grabbed Scorpius by the hips and led him to the closest bed; it wasn’t large, but it would do.
“Mph-“ Scorpius did not get a chance to complain before Al’s lips were covering his, his tongue slipping into his mouth swiftly. Usually, Al could spend hours snogging Scorpius when they did end up relieving tension this way, but he was clearly in no mood for such a thing, as his hand was already moving towards the towel that was dangerously close to slipping from Scorpius’ body.
Not bothering to waste anymore time than he had to, Al quickly got rid of the towel, but had to pause for a second to admire Scorpius’ body.
“Merlin, Score, you’re gorgeous.” And he was. There was no doubt about that. Unlike his father, Scorpius had soft features and piercing grey eyes. His body was lean, but with an undeniable strength lurking underneath his pale skin.
Scorpius blushed, and wanting to remove Al’s attention from his face, he reached down towards Albus’ trousers. He reached inside and took Al’s cock into his hand. It was warm and hard as a rock. Scorpius began to wank him off, but it seemed like Al wasn’t in the mood for that either. So, lying back down, he gave him free access to his body. When Al was in a demanding mood, it was best to just lay back and let him do the work.
Al accommodated them so that they were lying on their sides facing each other. He hooked one of Scorpius’ legs around his hips, and began to thrust.
Al grabbed Scorpius' long blonde hair when they finally settled on a rhythm that seemed to agree with him. Scorpius whimpered, which fueled Al’s arousal and caused him to rub harder up against him.
They pressed their lips together, but they were breathing each other’s air more than they were kissing. Before long, Scorpius was uttering breathy little moans, saying, “Fuck me, Al,” and Al’s hips were jerking without his control. He reached down and grabbed both his and Scorpius’ cocks in his hands, wanking them together. Scorpius came with a shout, and Al followed soon after.
Minutes after cleaning up, Al lay with Scorpius cuddled up to him. Thinking Score was asleep, Al played with the strands of blonde hair.”
“I do want you to fuck me next time, you know.”
Pairing: AS/S
Rating: R
Words: 565
Notes: So, this is my first time attempting to write anything past a kiss, really. It's strange that I decided to do it for this pairing, but whatever. Enjoy. :D
Disclaimer: I, of course, don't own anything recognizable.
After hours of being locked up in a motel room, Auror Albus Severus Potter was getting restless. His father, who was the famous Harry Potter and who happened to be the head of the Auror Office in the Ministry of Magic, had assigned him and Scorpius Malfoy a case that involved travelling and staying in different inns. This was, of course, the source of Al’s frustration at time. Staying in hiding meant that he couldn’t go out and pull someone. As if that weren’t bad enough, he was stuck in a room with Scorpius. Now, unlike his and Scorpius’ fathers, they had no rift dividing them. They were best friends, and they worked wonderfully well together as partners. They also were, whenever the need arose, friends with benefits.
Al was releasing a groan when Scorpius came out of the bathroom, a small towel wrapped around his slim hips. Al decided then to do something about the sexual frustration that was eating his body up. Without bothering to speak, he grabbed Scorpius by the hips and led him to the closest bed; it wasn’t large, but it would do.
“Mph-“ Scorpius did not get a chance to complain before Al’s lips were covering his, his tongue slipping into his mouth swiftly. Usually, Al could spend hours snogging Scorpius when they did end up relieving tension this way, but he was clearly in no mood for such a thing, as his hand was already moving towards the towel that was dangerously close to slipping from Scorpius’ body.
Not bothering to waste anymore time than he had to, Al quickly got rid of the towel, but had to pause for a second to admire Scorpius’ body.
“Merlin, Score, you’re gorgeous.” And he was. There was no doubt about that. Unlike his father, Scorpius had soft features and piercing grey eyes. His body was lean, but with an undeniable strength lurking underneath his pale skin.
Scorpius blushed, and wanting to remove Al’s attention from his face, he reached down towards Albus’ trousers. He reached inside and took Al’s cock into his hand. It was warm and hard as a rock. Scorpius began to wank him off, but it seemed like Al wasn’t in the mood for that either. So, lying back down, he gave him free access to his body. When Al was in a demanding mood, it was best to just lay back and let him do the work.
Al accommodated them so that they were lying on their sides facing each other. He hooked one of Scorpius’ legs around his hips, and began to thrust.
Al grabbed Scorpius' long blonde hair when they finally settled on a rhythm that seemed to agree with him. Scorpius whimpered, which fueled Al’s arousal and caused him to rub harder up against him.
They pressed their lips together, but they were breathing each other’s air more than they were kissing. Before long, Scorpius was uttering breathy little moans, saying, “Fuck me, Al,” and Al’s hips were jerking without his control. He reached down and grabbed both his and Scorpius’ cocks in his hands, wanking them together. Scorpius came with a shout, and Al followed soon after.
Minutes after cleaning up, Al lay with Scorpius cuddled up to him. Thinking Score was asleep, Al played with the strands of blonde hair.”
“I do want you to fuck me next time, you know.”