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birdsofshoreTitle: Chaser, part 2
Author:
birdsofshore
Pairing: Draco / Albus Severus
Word count: 3 x 100 (total 8 x 100)
Rating: R? NC-17? Not sure?
Content / warnings: Age disparity, Harry-bashing from Draco's POV
Author’s Notes: For everyone's favourite furtive pasta,
shiftylinguini, on your birthday. Another 300 words of Draco / Albus, and there's more to come later today. I hope you're having a wonderful day. What time are you planning on going to bed? :D
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lumosed_quill was a wonderful help with this but I have dicked around with it endlessly, so nothing here is her fault.
Part 1 is here
3)
He’s not blushing tonight. Far from it. His eyes are full of heat, his face lighting up the moment I walk into the club. The boy can dance, too, the thumping, hedonistic bass guiding the sinuous writhe of his body.
I could have him. Easily. Probably any way I wanted. His lingering looks make that quite clear.
My cock stirs, restless, beneath my ridiculous jeans. He’s willing. Eager. And wouldn’t it be one in the eye for Potter?
But the lad is Scorpius’ age, for Merlin’s sake. Barely legal. I turn away instead and congratulate myself on my common sense.
4)
Albus Potter has an obscenely talented mouth for a boy of nineteen.
“That's it. Yes.” It’s just once. He practically threw himself at me, and his lips are so lush, so— “Sweet Merlin.”
He looks up from under his fringe, his eyes a compelling echo of his father’s. “Fuck me afterwards?”
Such innocent certainty that a man in his forties will have no trouble getting it up again straight away. The boy certainly aims high.
“Please?” He swallows me down again, cheeks hollowed, and I groan agreement, my balls tightening. Somehow I don’t think it’s going to be a problem.
5)
I’m not certain how just once became a dozen times.
Something about him lures me in. Something about the way he looks at me, soft and intense and—
“Albus... “ I try to sound stern. It’s difficult, when he’s riding me, slow and sinful. “This is – ahh, yes – the third time this week. Shouldn’t you find someone your own age to play with?”
“I’ve had boys my age. They’re nothing like you.”
He’s breathtaking.
At first, I admit, I relished the wickedness of fucking Potter’s darling boy. But now… oddly enough, I seem to care less about that with each encounter.
Part 3 is here
Author:
birdsofshorePairing: Draco / Albus Severus
Word count: 3 x 100 (total 8 x 100)
Rating: R? NC-17? Not sure?
Content / warnings: Age disparity, Harry-bashing from Draco's POV
Author’s Notes: For everyone's favourite furtive pasta,
lumosed_quill was a wonderful help with this but I have dicked around with it endlessly, so nothing here is her fault.Part 1 is here
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3)
He’s not blushing tonight. Far from it. His eyes are full of heat, his face lighting up the moment I walk into the club. The boy can dance, too, the thumping, hedonistic bass guiding the sinuous writhe of his body.
I could have him. Easily. Probably any way I wanted. His lingering looks make that quite clear.
My cock stirs, restless, beneath my ridiculous jeans. He’s willing. Eager. And wouldn’t it be one in the eye for Potter?
But the lad is Scorpius’ age, for Merlin’s sake. Barely legal. I turn away instead and congratulate myself on my common sense.
4)
Albus Potter has an obscenely talented mouth for a boy of nineteen.
“That's it. Yes.” It’s just once. He practically threw himself at me, and his lips are so lush, so— “Sweet Merlin.”
He looks up from under his fringe, his eyes a compelling echo of his father’s. “Fuck me afterwards?”
Such innocent certainty that a man in his forties will have no trouble getting it up again straight away. The boy certainly aims high.
“Please?” He swallows me down again, cheeks hollowed, and I groan agreement, my balls tightening. Somehow I don’t think it’s going to be a problem.
5)
I’m not certain how just once became a dozen times.
Something about him lures me in. Something about the way he looks at me, soft and intense and—
“Albus... “ I try to sound stern. It’s difficult, when he’s riding me, slow and sinful. “This is – ahh, yes – the third time this week. Shouldn’t you find someone your own age to play with?”
“I’ve had boys my age. They’re nothing like you.”
He’s breathtaking.
At first, I admit, I relished the wickedness of fucking Potter’s darling boy. But now… oddly enough, I seem to care less about that with each encounter.
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Part 3 is here
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Date: 2016-05-07 05:21 am (UTC)I was worried he ended up too Gryffindorish here
I blame Harry and Ginnybut he also knows how to go after what he wants, and get it. :DHaha, oh nooo but I love it! A lot. You might not remember, but I did once write you a small thesis on why your Al was a Slyhterin, but the worst one ever because he had all these Gryff tendencies (and you were like 'bless you, but you are so very wrong. - 100 points from Linguinidor.') I really like it when the house traits are blended, plus I think Slyths and Gruff have a lot of similarities, which just come out in different ways. And ambitious is very Slytherin!
But OH NO sick children!!! I hope everything is ok!!!
EE and now the final one! :D :D
P.S. I did really like the riding haha. Gawd, it was so hot.
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Date: 2016-05-07 09:17 am (UTC)So glad you liked the riding. Next year, I'll just write you 3k of Al riding Draco, and sod all of this feeling / story nonsense ;) You are most welcome to remind me of this promise nearer the time.
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Date: 2016-05-08 01:17 pm (UTC)and I was surpised by how much I enjoyed the riding! I mean I haven really met a position I'm not a fan of, but riding is kind of 'oh that's nice' but here I was like OH THAT'S BLOODY NICE! Albus, you lovely thing. Stop breaking my brain.
(P.S. I will totally remind you about this aaaahahahaa.)