AN: Day 3- Light
"Shit!" Al exclaimed as he tripped on the corner of his coffee table, eyes watering in pain. The room was dark, and he had apparently discovered the purpose of a shin bone. Hearing Scorpius laugh behind him, the taller man glared into gloom. "Think that's funny do ya? Why aren't the lights on anyway?"
Scor only laughed again before carefully moving forward, reaching for his boyfriend. He found the other's chiseled back in the dark and snaked hands around to his waist. Nuzzling his face between Al's bare shoulders, Scorpius explained the mysterious darkness. "I took all the light bulbs out earlier. I want to try something."
"What, fucking killing me?" Still hesitant to move, least he maim himself on furniture again, that was the only logical reason Albus could fathom as to why the Slytherin would remove all the damn light bulbs.
"No silly," Scorpius corrected huskily, "I can't fuck you if you're dead. I just heard that when you have sex with one sense deprived, the other four are heightened. This seemed like the easiest way to get you to agree." He began kissing the other man's back, not bothering to wait for a response.
"Oh. OH. Well… in that case… I suppose we can get by without light, just this once." Al laughed and spun around, plowing his lover back onto the couch. As he began to lick his way down the squirming blonde's chest, he felt hands wind themselves into his thick hair.
"Yeah" Scor panted, "That's what I thought"