by Lady Lance
Author's note: I wish to again thank my betas bloodyrose82 and house_illrepute on livejournal for their help with this story.
Scorpius dropped a silver
key onto Albus's carefully laid out NEWTs revision guide.
"Know what
that is, Albus?"
Albus had tried for years to get Scorpius to call him
Al, like the rest of the family did, but Scorpius always shook his head,
insisting that Al wasn't dignified. It had taken some time, but at least he'd
agreed to drop the Severus. Hearing Albus Severus made Al feel like he was in
trouble with his parents.
"The key to one of your two hundred Gringotts
vaults?" Albus answered, as he pushed the offending item off to one side.
Scorpius scoffed. "Of course not, and you know better than that. I only
have nineteen vaults."
"A thousand pardons," Albus drawled. "So what is
it already?"
"A key to Father's playroom."
"Your father's
playroom?" Albus asked quizzically. "Why would he have a playroom?"
Scorpius smirked. "So naïve; haven't you ever wondered what our fathers
get up to when you come to visit?"
The colour drained out of Albus's
face. Mum and Dad had split up the year before, and he knew that Draco
Malfoy had something to do with it, but he did not want, nor need, the mental
image of his dad having sex–ever.
Albus wrinkled his nose. "Even if they
were…doing that…why would they need a special room for it? All the beds in your
place are gigantic."
"You'll just have to find out next time you come to
visit, won't you?"
Albus’s eyes narrowed. Scorpius loved to issue
challenges and Al had yet to back down from one. His mother blamed it on the
Gryffindor influence of his father. Albus blamed it on both his parents, but
only when Mother wasn't around. "Fine, but if I don't like what I see, then I'm
not going to play."
Scorpius smirked. "Excellent."
The smirk
should have scared Albus, but the looming threat of the upcoming Ancient Runes
exam quickly overtook it.
* * *
Three weeks later, Albus found
himself behind a heavy wooden door at the end the wing that housed Draco
Malfoy's suite.
"Are you sure this is all right?" Albus was well aware
that several of the rooms at the manor still had a variety of nasty hexes and
curses guarding the doors.
Scorpius waved a hand dismissively. "Our
fathers won't be back until the morning, and Grandfather and Grandmother have
retired for the evening." He wasn't about to mention that Lucius had been the
one to give him the key to the room in the first place.
The door creaked
open and Albus thought the room looked rather like a very nice bedroom except
for the chains that adorned one wall, a padded bench of a sort, and some kind of
suspended chair with straps made of leather.
"What is this stuff?" he
asked as he walked inside.
"Toys, of course! Variety is the spice of
life and all that. Thought we should give it a shot."
"Variety!" Albus
exclaimed. "We've only been doing it a few months!"
"And it's been most
enjoyable," Scorpius replied, trying to reassure his boyfriend. "Isn't the
thought of experimenting fun? Father says it's possible to pass out because you
feel so good." He gave Albus a look of pure lust. "I want to make you feel that
good. I won't hurt you, promise."
Albus couldn't resist that look, it
always ended well for him. "You know I trust you…"
Scorpius smiled
broadly. "Excellent! I won't let you regret it."
He led Albus over to
the bed that was directly across from a beautiful antique wardrobe. Ignoring the
double doors of the wardrobe—Lucius' graphic threat about demonstrating some of
the harsher toys on him without benefit of Pain Relief potions still echoed in
his mind—in favor of exploring the two smaller drawers underneath. "Come on,
Albus. Get undressed and on the bed while I grab a few things."
"What
about you?"
"Just you wait," Scorpius replied. "You'll enjoy the show,
promise."
Albus stripped hastily, tossing his robes into the corner, and
Scorpius walked over to him with a handful of the softest material Albus had
ever felt.
"On your back then," Scorpius said, nodding towards the bed."
Doing as he was told, Albus quickly found his hands secured to the
discreetly placed rings. After a passionate kiss, Scorpius slid off the bed.
"Do you know how good you look right now? Taut and all spread out for
me? Absolutely gorgeous. And you're all mine."
He deposited the items
procured from the cabinet—a large feather and a metal band—on the bed before
removing his own robes, shaky fingers struggling with the buttons. Unlike Albus
had, Scorpius hung his clothes on a hook next to the cabinet. He'd originally
planned for a slow, deliberate strip tease, but the sight of his bound and naked
lover was too exciting. Malfoy patience be damned, he wanted to play
now.
Crawling onto the bed and kneeling atop his boyfriend, he held up the
slim band, which looked all the more ominous in its simplicity. Know what this
is?"
Albus tilted his head sideways. "No, but I'm sure you'll tell me."
Scorpius smirked as he slid the device around Albus's dick. "It's a cock
ring. It'll let me play with you for as long as I like without having to worry
about you coming too soon. Or so the magazines say. They're supposed to be
rather intense, though quite frustrating for the one wearing it."
Green
eyes flashed indignantly as Albus tugged on the bonds holding him to the bed.
"That's not fair!"
"Of course its not fair. When have you ever
known me to be fair?"
Albus muttered something under his breath, before
saying with a sigh: "Never."
"Exactly. Besides, I'll wear it next," he
offered as he gently stroked his lover's cock, causing it to harden with
interest.
"Deal."
Scorpius beamed. "Where to begin, where to
begin?" He continued his slow teasing of Albus's cock; it felt harder than
Scorpius ever remembered it being. Scorpius was thrilled; Albus seemed to like
it which was a good omen for future romps. He flashed Albus his most charming
Malfoy smile. "I've been taught that one should appreciate fine art and I simply
must savour you like the masterpiece you are."
After one last pull
on Albus' cock, Scorpius' hand moved to grab the feather, while Albus groaned in
complaint. "I don't want to start with your cock," Scorpius began to reply,
lazily brushing the feather against the needy organ, "because I'm saving the
best for last and all that."
Scorpius brushed the feather along Albus
collar bone gently sweeping it back and forth across Albus chest and torso,
sometimes grazing the brown nipples. "What do you think, Albus?" Scorpius asked,
setting the feather aside. Kissing and biting along the trail the feather had
made moments ago. Scorpius delighted in Albus' moans and whimpers, thrilled to
have a vocal lover.
Albus could no longer think coherently. Any words he had
died on his tongue as Scorpius gently bit his nipple, suckling it until the nub
was stiff and more sensitive than he ever thought possible. Certainly, the way
that Scorpius seemed to deliberately pause before rubbing up against the bound
cock with his stomach surely had to be a new form of torture.
"Do
something."
Sliding back down Albus's body, Scorpius commanded,
"Come on Albus, you know you've got to be more specific. Do you want me to take
you in my mouth?" He bent over and began to suck his friend's cock for several
seconds, licking clean the pre-cum and then sucking the head for a few second
more. "Or do you want me in your arse?" His fingers ghosted across his Albus's
hole, not wanting to push hard and hurt him; he'd have to get up and grab the
lube and he didn't want to spoil the moment quite yet.
"Scorpius, fuck me
already!" Albus glared daggers at Scorpius. "If you don't, I'll make you wait
twice as long next time our positions are reversed."
Scorpius smirked,
confident that he'd done his job well. "My pleasure!" He scooted over to the end
table and grabbed the phial of lube that was always kept in the drawer,
spreading the viscous fluid over his fingers. He slid a single finger into his
lover, gently but determined.
"Like that?" Scorpius asked sweetly as a
second finger joined the first, his other hand stroking his own cock, slicking
it with the oil.
"Yesssssss!" Albus writhing in lust was too sexy to resist.
Scorpius was quick to add a third finger before pulling out completely and
positioning himself between Albus's spread legs and sliding in to his lover,
causing both boys to moan. He fucked Albus fast and hard, revelling in the way
that Albus rubbed against him, and the way that Albus alternately begged for
more stimulation while cursing the cock ring. Happy to help, Scorpius slowed
down enough that he was able to start stroking Albus's cock with his hand,
setting up an irregular pace that still managed to work for them both. He soon
felt the familiar feeling of tightness in his balls, signalling his impending
orgasm. He wanted to remove Albus's cock ring before he himself came, but he
knew he lacked the coordination to do so and his wand was out of reach.
"Albus!" he cried out as he came.
"Scorpius, please!"
As much as Scorpius wanted to float in post-coital bliss, he couldn't
leave Albus hanging like that. Pulling out of Albus' arse, he crawled over,
removed the offending device, and quickly swallowed as much of Albus’ cock as he
could; Albus came seconds later.
With much effort, Scorpius grabbed his
wand from the end table, muttering the spells to release Albus, using the rest
of his energy to contently curl up in his boyfriend's arms, finally allowing the
heavy scent of sweat and sex to wash over him.
"Hey, Scorpius?"
"Yes?"
"Not that I didn’t enjoy myself… but couldn't we have
done this in your room?"
"We could have," Scorpius agreed.
"Then
why didn't we?"
"First reason: automatic cleaning spells," Scorpius
replied, as if the answer should have been obvious.
Albus shifted and
discovered that indeed, there was no wet spot. "That is convenient," he
admitted. "And the other reasons?"
"Because now that you're comfortable,
I was thinking maybe we could have sex in the swing over there," he said eyeing
the tempting leather furniture. "Or maybe giving you that spanking I've always
threatened you with."
"We'll see who is on the other end of that
spanking…"
* * *
"Lucius?" Narcissa's voice rang out. "Are you
coming to bed?"
With a reluctant sigh, Lucius Malfoy banished the mirror
spell he'd put on the room years before, when Draco had first stolen the key and
took Harry there not long after the war.
"Coming, Narcissa!"
As
he extinguished the lights in the sitting room, Lucius was content with the
knowledge that at least his grandson was a top.
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