Fic: Temptation (Draco/Albus Severus)
Title: Temptation
Characters/Pairings: Draco/Albus Severus
Rating: Any Age
Summary: The boy is very tempting.
Word Count: 870
capitu’s prompt: Tempting
The boy is sleeping on the sofa in the study. His obnoxious brother is upstairs doing Merlin only knows what with Scorpius. The two of them have been thick as thieves since Scorpius turned seventeen, and Draco’s just relieved they waited that long before becoming intimate. Astoria has enough enjoyment snidely informing him that his proclivities are the reason she’ll never have grandchildren, so at least he doesn’t have to hear about the depraved ways also ruining their son’s innocent youth. As if she has any room to speak when she’s the one who divorced him so she could run off with a man not much older than their own son.
The boy snuffles in his sleep, drool pooling at the corner of his mouth. He looks so much like his father that Draco feels like he’s stepped back in time nearly two decades. It takes him a moment to come back to the present, the random memories thick in his mind as he sits at his desk. While he isn’t sure why the boy is in his study, he doesn’t have the heart to wake him when he’s obviously sleeping so deeply. From what he’s overheard his son and James saying, the boy is involved in research that has him awake at all hours of the day and not socializing nearly enough for their taste.
The boy might look like his father, but he isn’t Harry, which actually makes him more tolerable. With that in mind, he easily stops comparing the two. The wave of nostalgia fades away as he pulls a stack of work towards him. It’s too late to be working, but there isn’t much of anything else to fill his hours. The divorce was finalized several years ago, Scorpius is working and seriously involved with a bloody Potter, and Draco hasn’t found anyone who tempts him to want more than an hour or two of sexual satisfaction. His gaze drifts to the boy unconsciously.
Almost no one.
The boy is very tempting. Young, handsome, kind, and too smart to be a Potter. He’d think Granger had been the mum if he hadn’t seen She Weasley pregnant with the boy. Of course, Granger had been pregnant at the same time, and the daughter was all ginger and freckles, so maybe there had been a switch of some sort. His lips quirked slightly as he decided to drop that idea casually to old Skeeter just to watch the circus when she ran with it. He always did enjoy riling up Potter and Granger, and it hasn’t lost its appeal even after all these years.
The boy moves in his sleep, black hair falling across his forehead, and Draco wants. His fingers itch to reach out and touch, but he resists the urge to brush his fingers through that shaggy hair. He groans softly, leaning his head back and rubbing the bridge of his nose. Merlin, he needs to get himself under control. No matter how tempting the boy is, he can’t give in. Even if it wasn’t a Potter the same age of his son, it’d still be the brother of his son’s boyfriend. Mother would be horrified at the rules of etiquette he’d likely be breaking. The sound of leather squeaking makes him straighten up.
The boy is sitting up now, eyes sleepy and blinking at him, mouth opened in a yawn. He ducks his head, looking up at Draco through fringe, and the temptation is almost too much to ignore. He licks his lips as he looks away, trying to focus on the work he’s been ignoring since sitting down. The boy stands up, and Draco is relieved that he intends to leave without any stammered apologies or sweet smiles. Those shy smiles are more tempting than anything because they cause the internal conflict of wanting to corrupt him completely while also wanting to protect him from the world.
Draco’s startled when warm fingers suddenly touch his neck. Looking up, he sees the boy standing beside his chair instead of leaving the way he expects. The boy is staring at him, not looking at all young and innocent as his gaze focuses on Draco’s mouth. He wants to say something, wants to tell him they can’t do this and list the numerous reasons why it’s not smart, but all he does is part his lips and stare at the boy. Maybe he isn’t the only one trying to resist temptation.
Unlike him, the boy isn’t worried about the consequences. That much is proven when he leans down and presses their lips together. Draco has never been a strong man, and he can only resist so much before he has to give in. When he feels a tongue tentatively lick at his lips, he groans, reaching up to tangle his fingers in shaggy hair as he deepens the kiss. He slides his chair back, pulling the boy onto his lap as they kiss, hands moving over everywhere they can touch. When they part, he rests his forehead against the boy’s and sighs. “Al,” he whispers, feeling the boy’s grip tighten on his hair before they start kissing again.
Now that he’s tasted temptation, there’s no going back.
End
Characters/Pairings: Draco/Albus Severus
Rating: Any Age
Summary: The boy is very tempting.
Word Count: 870
capitu’s prompt: Tempting
The boy is sleeping on the sofa in the study. His obnoxious brother is upstairs doing Merlin only knows what with Scorpius. The two of them have been thick as thieves since Scorpius turned seventeen, and Draco’s just relieved they waited that long before becoming intimate. Astoria has enough enjoyment snidely informing him that his proclivities are the reason she’ll never have grandchildren, so at least he doesn’t have to hear about the depraved ways also ruining their son’s innocent youth. As if she has any room to speak when she’s the one who divorced him so she could run off with a man not much older than their own son.
The boy snuffles in his sleep, drool pooling at the corner of his mouth. He looks so much like his father that Draco feels like he’s stepped back in time nearly two decades. It takes him a moment to come back to the present, the random memories thick in his mind as he sits at his desk. While he isn’t sure why the boy is in his study, he doesn’t have the heart to wake him when he’s obviously sleeping so deeply. From what he’s overheard his son and James saying, the boy is involved in research that has him awake at all hours of the day and not socializing nearly enough for their taste.
The boy might look like his father, but he isn’t Harry, which actually makes him more tolerable. With that in mind, he easily stops comparing the two. The wave of nostalgia fades away as he pulls a stack of work towards him. It’s too late to be working, but there isn’t much of anything else to fill his hours. The divorce was finalized several years ago, Scorpius is working and seriously involved with a bloody Potter, and Draco hasn’t found anyone who tempts him to want more than an hour or two of sexual satisfaction. His gaze drifts to the boy unconsciously.
Almost no one.
The boy is very tempting. Young, handsome, kind, and too smart to be a Potter. He’d think Granger had been the mum if he hadn’t seen She Weasley pregnant with the boy. Of course, Granger had been pregnant at the same time, and the daughter was all ginger and freckles, so maybe there had been a switch of some sort. His lips quirked slightly as he decided to drop that idea casually to old Skeeter just to watch the circus when she ran with it. He always did enjoy riling up Potter and Granger, and it hasn’t lost its appeal even after all these years.
The boy moves in his sleep, black hair falling across his forehead, and Draco wants. His fingers itch to reach out and touch, but he resists the urge to brush his fingers through that shaggy hair. He groans softly, leaning his head back and rubbing the bridge of his nose. Merlin, he needs to get himself under control. No matter how tempting the boy is, he can’t give in. Even if it wasn’t a Potter the same age of his son, it’d still be the brother of his son’s boyfriend. Mother would be horrified at the rules of etiquette he’d likely be breaking. The sound of leather squeaking makes him straighten up.
The boy is sitting up now, eyes sleepy and blinking at him, mouth opened in a yawn. He ducks his head, looking up at Draco through fringe, and the temptation is almost too much to ignore. He licks his lips as he looks away, trying to focus on the work he’s been ignoring since sitting down. The boy stands up, and Draco is relieved that he intends to leave without any stammered apologies or sweet smiles. Those shy smiles are more tempting than anything because they cause the internal conflict of wanting to corrupt him completely while also wanting to protect him from the world.
Draco’s startled when warm fingers suddenly touch his neck. Looking up, he sees the boy standing beside his chair instead of leaving the way he expects. The boy is staring at him, not looking at all young and innocent as his gaze focuses on Draco’s mouth. He wants to say something, wants to tell him they can’t do this and list the numerous reasons why it’s not smart, but all he does is part his lips and stare at the boy. Maybe he isn’t the only one trying to resist temptation.
Unlike him, the boy isn’t worried about the consequences. That much is proven when he leans down and presses their lips together. Draco has never been a strong man, and he can only resist so much before he has to give in. When he feels a tongue tentatively lick at his lips, he groans, reaching up to tangle his fingers in shaggy hair as he deepens the kiss. He slides his chair back, pulling the boy onto his lap as they kiss, hands moving over everywhere they can touch. When they part, he rests his forehead against the boy’s and sighs. “Al,” he whispers, feeling the boy’s grip tighten on his hair before they start kissing again.
Now that he’s tasted temptation, there’s no going back.
End