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birdsofshoreApologies for spamming you today but the prompts at the comment fest are terribly inspiring! There have a been a lot of new prompts and fills left today, including het, slash and femslash, so please do have a look if semi-public sex tickles your fancy.
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Title: Loved Those of Great Ambition
Author:birdsofshore
Pairing: Albus Severus / Scorpius
Rating: R
Word count: 143
Summary: Scorpius' personal goal for this school year is somewhat unorthodox.
Warnings: Haiku abuse.
A/N: For the Anywhere But the Bed comment fest. Thank you toanemonen for the lovely prompt. I feel I should apologise that it turned out like this, but hopefully someone will write you a proper fic as well!
Gravy and roast beef
on the table. Under it,
a different dish.
My zip slides downwards;
my flesh rises up to meet
hot, soft, waiting lips.
The hubbub in the
Great Hall: a cloak in which to
hide my sighs of want.
His lips roam slowly,
taking each inch with relish;
a rapt devouring.
“More beef, Albus?” asks
Rose, mistaking my look for
another hunger.
I squirm in my seat,
desperate for friction, yet
scared of getting it.
His mouth is a thing
both beautiful and cruel.
I moan my worship.
“Stomach cramps?” Rose frowns.
I nod and double over,
cursing all Malfoys.
One last blissful suck
and I'm lost, a love-struck fool
keening my release.
Gryffindor Table
at lunch time. He'll be crossing
it off his list now.
Scorpius Malfoy:
arch-fiend with an angel's mouth.
I'm so very fucked.
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capituTitle: Loved Those of Great Ambition
Author:
birdsofshore Pairing: Albus Severus / Scorpius
Rating: R
Word count: 143
Summary: Scorpius' personal goal for this school year is somewhat unorthodox.
Warnings: Haiku abuse.
A/N: For the Anywhere But the Bed comment fest. Thank you to
anemonen for the lovely prompt. I feel I should apologise that it turned out like this, but hopefully someone will write you a proper fic as well!*~*~*
Gravy and roast beef
on the table. Under it,
a different dish.
My zip slides downwards;
my flesh rises up to meet
hot, soft, waiting lips.
The hubbub in the
Great Hall: a cloak in which to
hide my sighs of want.
His lips roam slowly,
taking each inch with relish;
a rapt devouring.
“More beef, Albus?” asks
Rose, mistaking my look for
another hunger.
I squirm in my seat,
desperate for friction, yet
scared of getting it.
His mouth is a thing
both beautiful and cruel.
I moan my worship.
“Stomach cramps?” Rose frowns.
I nod and double over,
cursing all Malfoys.
One last blissful suck
and I'm lost, a love-struck fool
keening my release.
Gryffindor Table
at lunch time. He'll be crossing
it off his list now.
Scorpius Malfoy:
arch-fiend with an angel's mouth.
I'm so very fucked.
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Date: 2014-07-21 08:52 pm (UTC)