"You're incorrigible." Scorpius smiled and turned around again, gripping the sideboard; Al rose to his feet behind him. Wet fingers pressed into Scorpius's arse, twisting until they brushed his prostate; Scorpius's prick jerked, precome dripping from the tip of his shaft onto the polished wood. Scorpius groaned.
"Fuck me, you bastard. You've already tongued me wide open."
"That's the spirit." Al nipped the back of Scorpius's neck, lining the head of his cock up to Scorpius's hole. Gripping Scorpius's hips, he pushed forward.
Scorpius gasped, his eyelids fluttering closed and his brain shutting down as Al's cock filled him; his own prick jerked and bobbed in front of him as Al worked up to a steady rhythm. Al's hands slipped around Scorpius's waist; the strain in Scorpius's muscles dissolved under Al's touch, replaced with a deliciously different sort of tension, radiating from his groin and spreading through his limbs. Al laughed.
"Wish your dad could...see us now," he huffed between thrusts. "Oh hello, Mr. Malfoy. So...good of you to...drop by. Yes, I'm...buggering your son just now...hope you don't mind."
Scorpius barked a laugh. "Prat. He most certainly...." He gasped as Al slammed into him, hard enough to bring him to his toes. "Would mind. Fuck, yes. Like that."
Al obliged, speeding up his thrusts and bending over Scorpius's back. Scorpius braced himself with one hand, wrapping the other around his prick.
"Al...come with me..."
Al groaned and slammed into Scorpius, grinding his hips hard against his arse and splashing his insides with come; Scorpius's own orgasm followed with two hard tugs. Al collapsed against Scorpius's back, their breaths slowing and quieting. Al chuckled.
"We should probably Scourgify that." He raised Scorpius's chin with his fingertips; a blob of Scorpius's come dripped down the wall above the sideboard.
"Later. I think you fucked me into a coma." Scorpius yawned and pulled away; Al's cock slipped out of his arse. Scorpius bent over to pick up his trousers.
"Hey." Al pulled him up and turned him around. "We never got to dance tonight." He wrapped an arm around Scorpius's waist, taking Scorpius's right hand in his left.
The corners of Scorpius's mouth turned up. "I thought you hated slow-dancing."
Al shook his head. "Nah, I just need a good excuse for it. Like riling up your dad...or practicing for our wedding."
Scorpius smiled and laid his head on Al's shoulder, and they swayed together in peaceful silence.
Al/Scorpius- Draco Being A Homophobe Made Them Do It, Part 2
"Fuck me, you bastard. You've already tongued me wide open."
"That's the spirit." Al nipped the back of Scorpius's neck, lining the head of his cock up to Scorpius's hole. Gripping Scorpius's hips, he pushed forward.
Scorpius gasped, his eyelids fluttering closed and his brain shutting down as Al's cock filled him; his own prick jerked and bobbed in front of him as Al worked up to a steady rhythm. Al's hands slipped around Scorpius's waist; the strain in Scorpius's muscles dissolved under Al's touch, replaced with a deliciously different sort of tension, radiating from his groin and spreading through his limbs. Al laughed.
"Wish your dad could...see us now," he huffed between thrusts. "Oh hello, Mr. Malfoy. So...good of you to...drop by. Yes, I'm...buggering your son just now...hope you don't mind."
Scorpius barked a laugh. "Prat. He most certainly...." He gasped as Al slammed into him, hard enough to bring him to his toes. "Would mind. Fuck, yes. Like that."
Al obliged, speeding up his thrusts and bending over Scorpius's back. Scorpius braced himself with one hand, wrapping the other around his prick.
"Al...come with me..."
Al groaned and slammed into Scorpius, grinding his hips hard against his arse and splashing his insides with come; Scorpius's own orgasm followed with two hard tugs. Al collapsed against Scorpius's back, their breaths slowing and quieting. Al chuckled.
"We should probably Scourgify that." He raised Scorpius's chin with his fingertips; a blob of Scorpius's come dripped down the wall above the sideboard.
"Later. I think you fucked me into a coma." Scorpius yawned and pulled away; Al's cock slipped out of his arse. Scorpius bent over to pick up his trousers.
"Hey." Al pulled him up and turned him around. "We never got to dance tonight." He wrapped an arm around Scorpius's waist, taking Scorpius's right hand in his left.
The corners of Scorpius's mouth turned up. "I thought you hated slow-dancing."
Al shook his head. "Nah, I just need a good excuse for it. Like riling up your dad...or practicing for our wedding."
Scorpius smiled and laid his head on Al's shoulder, and they swayed together in peaceful silence.