Feeling and the Opposite Thereof
Prompts: ocean, rain, peach, party, Vacation song lyrics, When the Day Met the Night lyrics, and the bonus prompt of ‘emotions’. For the bonus prompt, I did something a little different - I wanted to convey both a fullness of emotions and the lack of emotions: i.e. why the title is what it is.
Title: Feeling and the Opposite Thereof
Author: savedglory
Word Count: 1,673
Rating: NC-17 for quite hardcore sexual activities ;P
Summary: Albus and Scorpius have been having secret rendezvous for three years and on the cusp of adulthood, Albus finally begins to question why.
Notes: I. Hate. Summaries. @_@; And I don’t endorse 14 year old boys smutting it up - it just happens.
Feeling and the Opposite Thereof
It had been happening this way for so long that Albus had neglected to see the strangeness of the situation, though he often wondered how it ever progressed to this. Every summer, the two of them snuck out of the endless summer Ministry parties their fathers hosted for the latest benefits, and every summer found them in the same compromising position they currently occupied.
Pinning Scorpius Malfoy against the dockside railing outside a set of large condos near the beach, Albus grunted against the other boy’s ear, his body grinding against Malfoy’s so firmly he could hear Scorpius’ somewhat pained whimpers growing unbearably louder. Buried deep inside Scorpius’ body, Albus thrust firmly and cupped his hand over Malfoy’s mouth with a breathless chuckle as the noises Scorpius made began to grow more heated and urgent. He was close, and it drove Albus mad, prompted him to shove in harder, his body slapping against Scorpius’, whose pale body was bruising from the force of it. Albus heatedly wondered if the wood of the railing was digging into Scorpius’ spine, and the thought of it made his heart pound thickly, his pulse racing.
Overwhelmed with the image in his head of Scorpius’ pale form bruised from his fucking, Albus lowered his head and sank his teeth into Scorpius’ throat, sucking so hard Scorpius bit at his palm in turn. Without pausing, Albus pushed Scorpius’ head to the side to shut him up, still cupping his mouth, and dragged his teeth along the thick vein at the side of Malfoy’s long neck. He tasted good, like peaches and ocean saltwater, and it reminded Albus of the first time this had happened, on a whim three years ago, when they had only been 14. Even then, Scorpius had tasted like peaches, his mouth warm, inviting, and sultry. Though back then things had gone much slower, and they had taken their time, things had quickly progressed to the insistency of their current fucks - a feral escape from the mundane and the common.
Albus couldn’t fathom missing the niceties of romantic kisses or hushed laughs as they wandered down to the ocean’s edge years ago, because that wasn’t what he needed from Scorpius and it certainly wasn’t what Scorpius needed from him. Neither of them were doing this for a long term relationship or any kind of involvement beyond carnal sex and the passion of releasing every inhibition. Albus needed this escape; it was a way to let out all the frustrations of his average life living in a world of above average wizards with a celebrity for a father and a mother who babied him beyond measure. Through Scorpius, Albus was able to forget that his father was Harry Potter, that he had yet to make a decision about his post-Hogwarts life, and that his endless array of broken relationships had taken their toll on his heart.
The sound of their sweaty bodies slapping against one another jogged Albus’ memory to their first clumsy time, when Scorpius had bought them a Muggle hotel room for two hours, in which Albus had penetrated him for the first time and had bit him so hard in his orgasm that he’d drawn blood. At the time, he remembered being terrified Scorpius would never want to see him again, but to his delight, Scorpius had pulled him aside during a Ministry party that summer, where both of their fathers had been hosting a celebration for Wizarding-Muggle relations, and had literally begged for more. Albus remembered the fucking more than the party, and he remembered that it was the first time he had seen Scorpius let his guard down so much that his raw emotions shown through. Like that, he was exquisite, breakable, and vulnerable - some masculine China doll created solely for Albus’ sexual pleasure.
And it was in that moment that Albus had understood what Scorpius got out of their secret fucks - it was all about losing control, about letting himself go, and about taking orders instead of giving them. With Albus in control, Scorpius could release whatever part of his personality he had to keep hidden every day at Hogwarts - the boy who was so in control no hair was out of place writhed and screamed uncontrollably below his every whim.
It was a strange balance between the two of them that was uniquely perfect -both Albus and Scorpius got what they wanted and there was no argument about how to implement it. Albus was a natural dominant in this role, and Scorpius fell into submission eagerly.
Scorpius arched and gripped Albus’ hair, crying out into the overcast night, and as he came hard between their bodies, Albus was unable to hold himself back. Grunting against Scorpius’ shoulder, he bit down hard enough to bruise and bring the blood rushing to the surface of the skin but just shy of breaking it and then tore his mouth away to pant against the welt he’d left there with his mouth.
There was the usual Ministry party going on several dozen yards back, where their fathers were celebrating some new amazing advancement for the protection of Wizarding creatures, but none of that seemed to matter as the two boys panted in the damp air, the sound of Scorpius’ scream still ringing in Albus’ ears.
When everything was said and done and the moment began to pass, Albus pulled away slowly, feeling his slick erection pop out of Scorpius’ tightness. That was the only moment in time Albus felt empty during their little rendezvous - when he pulled out of Scorpius. Watching Malfoy slump listlessly against the railing, it was…weird suddenly, not being inside him anymore, and right then it felt to Albus that he lost something in moving away, that they could have had something more if he would have just remained close and kissed Scorpius’ moist mouth, tasted the peach flavor he knew came from a particular candy Scorpius loved.
It was almost funny how quickly their roles changed and shifted after they were both satiated enough to come down from the high of orgasm. Even watching Scorpius guide his slim dress slacks back up onto his narrow hips, Albus could see the other boy reigning in the sense of control he had so easily let slip only moments ago and he could feel his own perspective altering, his posture apologetic and sincere. Albus looked like he was barely hanging on to his earlier sanity, lucid in his post-orgasmic clarity.
As Albus watched Scorpius dress himself, Malfoy’s stance and attitude was…absolutely careless. The eyes that had been soft slate several blinks before were now cold as ice, and even with gaze downcast Albus could feel the piercing stare that had first attracted him to the other boy. It was heartless, selfish, and untouchable. The first time he had seen it, he knew he should have run, but back then, it had been easier to think that the snogging, the touches, the secrecy was just for fun.
Albus suddenly felt an odd pang of grief knowing he had to go back to the boring party, then back to the vacation condo, then to fall asleep in an empty bed, and to move on and have a life without Scorpius, as this vacation would be the last but he knew if things were different it wouldn’t be the same and the spark that pulled them both to each other summer after summer, party after party, would extinguish. Maybe neither solution - to stay in this mindless funk or to move on and forget they had ever touched one another - was wrong, because suddenly, Albus didn’t feel so strong or in control and in fact, he felt morbidly aware of how defenseless he was, how tight his chest felt when he thought of Malfoy outside of these moments.
Neither of them were…that way. That was unheard of in the Wizarding world, and Albus had always been interested in girls at any rate. Girls were lovely, he had dated a lot of them at Hogwarts, but…they just didn’t inspire the same kind of spark that Scorpius did. It was as if just by hanging around Scorpius he had fallen in love with him, and he didn’t how it had become so complicated, but now he knew he couldn’t get out.
Pulling his pants up, he felt a cool sprinkle of rain drizzling down around them and tried not to let the emptiness overwhelm him. Scorpius didn’t care, this didn’t mean anything, and they needed to return to the party before their father’s noticed they were both absent.
“So…” he said, and was surprised to see Scorpius look up, his gaze startled by Albus’ sudden soft whisper. “We ought to get back before someone notices and comes looking for us.”
Scorpius’ cold gaze settled firmly on Albus and looked him up and down dismissively before he pushed himself lazily off the railing and walked away.
“Wait!” Albus called, reaching out to grip Scorpius’ wrist. “Could we…I mean…Would it be alright if we just sat and talked…for a little while?” Albus had never regretted words so quickly than he did after hearing the desperation from his own lips, choked from a tight throat. “It’s just,” he went on, mortified but unable to stop the words from tumbling out, “Who knows when we’ll see one another again.”
“Probably never,” Scorpius shrugged, jerking his hand away. “Goodbye, Potter.”
“I…don’t want it to end.” Albus’ heart pounded, and he pleaded with Malfoy through the heavy, aching silence not to leave him alone, not to walk away and forget it had ever happened.
“That’s obviously your problem.”
Albus opened his mouth and then promptly shut it, fearing he would say the words that had been running in his head all summer - I need you. The wind whistled against the surf as they stood beside one another but alone, and Albus watched and shook as Scorpius walked away and disappeared into the dark night and then into the condo with the rest of the partygoers.
Title: Feeling and the Opposite Thereof
Author: savedglory
Word Count: 1,673
Rating: NC-17 for quite hardcore sexual activities ;P
Summary: Albus and Scorpius have been having secret rendezvous for three years and on the cusp of adulthood, Albus finally begins to question why.
Notes: I. Hate. Summaries. @_@; And I don’t endorse 14 year old boys smutting it up - it just happens.
Feeling and the Opposite Thereof
It had been happening this way for so long that Albus had neglected to see the strangeness of the situation, though he often wondered how it ever progressed to this. Every summer, the two of them snuck out of the endless summer Ministry parties their fathers hosted for the latest benefits, and every summer found them in the same compromising position they currently occupied.
Pinning Scorpius Malfoy against the dockside railing outside a set of large condos near the beach, Albus grunted against the other boy’s ear, his body grinding against Malfoy’s so firmly he could hear Scorpius’ somewhat pained whimpers growing unbearably louder. Buried deep inside Scorpius’ body, Albus thrust firmly and cupped his hand over Malfoy’s mouth with a breathless chuckle as the noises Scorpius made began to grow more heated and urgent. He was close, and it drove Albus mad, prompted him to shove in harder, his body slapping against Scorpius’, whose pale body was bruising from the force of it. Albus heatedly wondered if the wood of the railing was digging into Scorpius’ spine, and the thought of it made his heart pound thickly, his pulse racing.
Overwhelmed with the image in his head of Scorpius’ pale form bruised from his fucking, Albus lowered his head and sank his teeth into Scorpius’ throat, sucking so hard Scorpius bit at his palm in turn. Without pausing, Albus pushed Scorpius’ head to the side to shut him up, still cupping his mouth, and dragged his teeth along the thick vein at the side of Malfoy’s long neck. He tasted good, like peaches and ocean saltwater, and it reminded Albus of the first time this had happened, on a whim three years ago, when they had only been 14. Even then, Scorpius had tasted like peaches, his mouth warm, inviting, and sultry. Though back then things had gone much slower, and they had taken their time, things had quickly progressed to the insistency of their current fucks - a feral escape from the mundane and the common.
Albus couldn’t fathom missing the niceties of romantic kisses or hushed laughs as they wandered down to the ocean’s edge years ago, because that wasn’t what he needed from Scorpius and it certainly wasn’t what Scorpius needed from him. Neither of them were doing this for a long term relationship or any kind of involvement beyond carnal sex and the passion of releasing every inhibition. Albus needed this escape; it was a way to let out all the frustrations of his average life living in a world of above average wizards with a celebrity for a father and a mother who babied him beyond measure. Through Scorpius, Albus was able to forget that his father was Harry Potter, that he had yet to make a decision about his post-Hogwarts life, and that his endless array of broken relationships had taken their toll on his heart.
The sound of their sweaty bodies slapping against one another jogged Albus’ memory to their first clumsy time, when Scorpius had bought them a Muggle hotel room for two hours, in which Albus had penetrated him for the first time and had bit him so hard in his orgasm that he’d drawn blood. At the time, he remembered being terrified Scorpius would never want to see him again, but to his delight, Scorpius had pulled him aside during a Ministry party that summer, where both of their fathers had been hosting a celebration for Wizarding-Muggle relations, and had literally begged for more. Albus remembered the fucking more than the party, and he remembered that it was the first time he had seen Scorpius let his guard down so much that his raw emotions shown through. Like that, he was exquisite, breakable, and vulnerable - some masculine China doll created solely for Albus’ sexual pleasure.
And it was in that moment that Albus had understood what Scorpius got out of their secret fucks - it was all about losing control, about letting himself go, and about taking orders instead of giving them. With Albus in control, Scorpius could release whatever part of his personality he had to keep hidden every day at Hogwarts - the boy who was so in control no hair was out of place writhed and screamed uncontrollably below his every whim.
It was a strange balance between the two of them that was uniquely perfect -both Albus and Scorpius got what they wanted and there was no argument about how to implement it. Albus was a natural dominant in this role, and Scorpius fell into submission eagerly.
Scorpius arched and gripped Albus’ hair, crying out into the overcast night, and as he came hard between their bodies, Albus was unable to hold himself back. Grunting against Scorpius’ shoulder, he bit down hard enough to bruise and bring the blood rushing to the surface of the skin but just shy of breaking it and then tore his mouth away to pant against the welt he’d left there with his mouth.
There was the usual Ministry party going on several dozen yards back, where their fathers were celebrating some new amazing advancement for the protection of Wizarding creatures, but none of that seemed to matter as the two boys panted in the damp air, the sound of Scorpius’ scream still ringing in Albus’ ears.
When everything was said and done and the moment began to pass, Albus pulled away slowly, feeling his slick erection pop out of Scorpius’ tightness. That was the only moment in time Albus felt empty during their little rendezvous - when he pulled out of Scorpius. Watching Malfoy slump listlessly against the railing, it was…weird suddenly, not being inside him anymore, and right then it felt to Albus that he lost something in moving away, that they could have had something more if he would have just remained close and kissed Scorpius’ moist mouth, tasted the peach flavor he knew came from a particular candy Scorpius loved.
It was almost funny how quickly their roles changed and shifted after they were both satiated enough to come down from the high of orgasm. Even watching Scorpius guide his slim dress slacks back up onto his narrow hips, Albus could see the other boy reigning in the sense of control he had so easily let slip only moments ago and he could feel his own perspective altering, his posture apologetic and sincere. Albus looked like he was barely hanging on to his earlier sanity, lucid in his post-orgasmic clarity.
As Albus watched Scorpius dress himself, Malfoy’s stance and attitude was…absolutely careless. The eyes that had been soft slate several blinks before were now cold as ice, and even with gaze downcast Albus could feel the piercing stare that had first attracted him to the other boy. It was heartless, selfish, and untouchable. The first time he had seen it, he knew he should have run, but back then, it had been easier to think that the snogging, the touches, the secrecy was just for fun.
Albus suddenly felt an odd pang of grief knowing he had to go back to the boring party, then back to the vacation condo, then to fall asleep in an empty bed, and to move on and have a life without Scorpius, as this vacation would be the last but he knew if things were different it wouldn’t be the same and the spark that pulled them both to each other summer after summer, party after party, would extinguish. Maybe neither solution - to stay in this mindless funk or to move on and forget they had ever touched one another - was wrong, because suddenly, Albus didn’t feel so strong or in control and in fact, he felt morbidly aware of how defenseless he was, how tight his chest felt when he thought of Malfoy outside of these moments.
Neither of them were…that way. That was unheard of in the Wizarding world, and Albus had always been interested in girls at any rate. Girls were lovely, he had dated a lot of them at Hogwarts, but…they just didn’t inspire the same kind of spark that Scorpius did. It was as if just by hanging around Scorpius he had fallen in love with him, and he didn’t how it had become so complicated, but now he knew he couldn’t get out.
Pulling his pants up, he felt a cool sprinkle of rain drizzling down around them and tried not to let the emptiness overwhelm him. Scorpius didn’t care, this didn’t mean anything, and they needed to return to the party before their father’s noticed they were both absent.
“So…” he said, and was surprised to see Scorpius look up, his gaze startled by Albus’ sudden soft whisper. “We ought to get back before someone notices and comes looking for us.”
Scorpius’ cold gaze settled firmly on Albus and looked him up and down dismissively before he pushed himself lazily off the railing and walked away.
“Wait!” Albus called, reaching out to grip Scorpius’ wrist. “Could we…I mean…Would it be alright if we just sat and talked…for a little while?” Albus had never regretted words so quickly than he did after hearing the desperation from his own lips, choked from a tight throat. “It’s just,” he went on, mortified but unable to stop the words from tumbling out, “Who knows when we’ll see one another again.”
“Probably never,” Scorpius shrugged, jerking his hand away. “Goodbye, Potter.”
“I…don’t want it to end.” Albus’ heart pounded, and he pleaded with Malfoy through the heavy, aching silence not to leave him alone, not to walk away and forget it had ever happened.
“That’s obviously your problem.”
Albus opened his mouth and then promptly shut it, fearing he would say the words that had been running in his head all summer - I need you. The wind whistled against the surf as they stood beside one another but alone, and Albus watched and shook as Scorpius walked away and disappeared into the dark night and then into the condo with the rest of the partygoers.