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He had felt him hesitate. For a moment, Albus sensed that hesitation. Always that survival instinct, that fear. That need to run. But when he saw Scorpius's eyes darken and his lips part with a soft exhale, he knew he had won.

He pulled him closer and kissed him roughly. Their teeth clashed. His hands roamed over Scorpius's body. He slid the unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders. Pale skin, more and more of it, under his mouth and under his fingers. The unbearable softness of his flesh. His mouth craved it, and he covered every inch of Scorpius's body with kisses, from his pale neck to his shoulder. He moved down the hairless chest and lightly bit a dark pink nipple, drawing a plaintive moan from Scorpius's lips as he writhed in his arms. His lips kissed Scorpius's stomach, his tongue lapping at the skin, and he nibbled on the tender flesh.

He had fallen to his knees, his hands working at the buckle of Scorpius's belt. He was hard, which was a good sign because, despite his own arousal, Albus would never force him into something he didn't want. But he wanted this! And Potter became even more excited. He opened Scorpius's trousers, tugging them down along with his underwear, freeing his cock, hard, swollen, and pink. Without hesitation, Albus ran his tongue along its length.

"Fuck!" Scorpius cried out, rigid, as if he had been punched in the gut.

His legs gave out, and he fell to the floor with a thud and a gasp. Albus stifled a laugh and crawled toward him. He positioned himself between Scorpius's legs, pulling the trousers off his long limbs. He grabbed him under the knees and yanked him closer with a swift motion. He kissed the insides of Scorpius's thighs, moving toward his groin, ignoring Scorpius's moans. He was enthralled by how Scorpius threw his head back, his eyes wild behind his closed lids. His body trembled. Albus adored this body—amazingly soft, yet firm, all lean, knotted muscle. His mouth moved closer to Scorpius's crotch, and his thigh trembled against Albus's cheek.

"Albus," the boy breathed, lifting his head. Potter stuck out his tongue and gently licked the tip of his cock.

"Albus!" Scorpius cried, pushing him away with his hands on Albus's shoulders.

He was panting, red in the face, his swollen lips looking deeply obscene, Albus decided. It made him want to pin Scorpius down by his thighs and kiss him all over again.

"Have you done this before?" Scorpius murmured.

"Done what?"

Potter knew exactly what Malfoy meant, but he wanted to hear him say it.

Scorpius swallowed and blushed even more before answering.

"Sucked someone off?"

Albus smiled, surprised Malfoy could say something like that.

"No."

He didn't ask Scorpius the same question—he didn't want to know. Scorpius hesitated, then loosened his grip on Albus's shoulders before lying back slowly.

"Don't bite me."

Albus chuckled and shook his head. Without waiting, he slid his arms under Scorpius's bent legs and took him fully into his mouth, all the way to the base. He thought he heard Scorpius scream, but the blood was rushing in his ears, and his jeans were painfully tight against his own erection. He wanted to touch himself, but his hands were busy gripping and caressing Scorpius's thighs and waist. Scorpius had a musky, slightly salty taste, and Albus decided he liked it—all of it! The pressure of the cock on his tongue, the taste, the thighs squeezing his face and trembling against his skin, the flat stomach tightening against his forehead with each suck, and Scorpius's high-pitched moans.

Scorpius's fingers buried themselves in his hair and scalp, and Albus wasn't sure if it was to push him away or to pull him deeper into his mouth. He was inexperienced, but the rhythm came quickly, guided by Scorpius's whimpers and the thrust of his hips, which drove his cock further into Albus's mouth. A sudden jerk of Scorpius's hips, and his cock hit the back of Albus's throat, causing him to pull back abruptly, coughing.

"Sorry!" Scorpius exclaimed, sitting up.

"It's fine. Stop stressing."

He wiped his chin and lips with his sleeve.

"It's actually kind of cool."

Scorpius grimaced. Albus laughed, then kissed him, his tongue slipping between Scorpius's lips, and Malfoy let out a soft noise, pushing him away. He touched his mouth.

"Is that…my taste?" he groaned, as if he had just tasted something bitter.

Albus rolled his eyes and dragged him closer across the floor.

"Stop complaining and get over here!"

He kissed him again, their tongues intertwining, and Scorpius melted against him, surrendering to the kiss. Albus wanted more skin against his, intoxicated by Scorpius's naked body in his hands. He pulled off his shirt and pushed Scorpius back against the floor, pinning him down with his lips, one hand bracing against the floor, the other working to free his own aching cock from the pressure of his jeans.

He pressed his erection against Scorpius's stomach, and Malfoy broke the kiss.

"We're not doing this on the floor!" he protested.

Panting, Albus rolled his eyes.

"Of course not."

And to prove his point, he grabbed Scorpius by the hips, lifted him off the ground, and dropped them both onto the bed. He pulled Scorpius up toward the pillows.

"Happy now, Your Highness?"

Scorpius licked his lips, hesitating.

"And we're not doing this dry."

Albus blushed. Technically, he had no idea what to do next. Obviously, it was different with a boy. The preparation was different.

"Um…yeah."

He figured there had to be a spell for that, and for the first time in his life, he was relieved not to be allowed to use magic outside of Hogwarts. Because if Scorpius gave him the spell, Albus would have thought about the circumstances in which he learned it. He probably would have lost his erection immediately.

He stood up and hastily pulled on his pants.

"Wait for me here."

"Where are you going?"

"I'll be right back."

"Alb—"

He closed the door and hurried across the hall to his parents' bedroom. He opened the door and exhaled, shocked by what he was about to do. He circled the bed, opened the bedside drawers, and started searching, trying to keep his mind blank and not think of the horrifying phrase, "I'm looking for lube…in my parents' bedroom!"

If he couldn't find anything, he would ask Scorpius for the spell... He snickered, imagining the letter his parents would receive from the Ministry of Magic for practicing a lubrication spell outside of school. But he found the vial in his mother's last drawer and almost wanted to thank his parents for still being sexually active. Then the thought disgusted him.

He dashed out of the room and back down the hall. Scorpius was still waiting on the bed, lazily stroking himself, and Albus swallowed hard as he approached.

"Don't ask me where I found this," Albus said, handing the vial to Scorpius. He stripped off his clothes and joined the boy on the bed.

Scorpius rolled the vial in his palm.

"I was thinking… maybe I could make love to you."

Albus froze. He scrutinized Scorpius for a moment, trying to understand what he meant.

"No."

Scorpius looked offended.

"And why not?"

"Because no, it's my idea."

Albus knew he was being childish, but he was certain about what he wanted. The image in his head was of Scorpius's long legs wrapped around his hips while he thrust into him. And he wasn't going to give that up.

Scorpius clenched his jaw and tossed the vial to Albus.

"Then I won't tell you how to do it."

"Then I'll figure it out myself, and you won't like it."

Scorpius gave an outraged look. Albus moved closer, kissing his shoulder and gently caressing his leg to soothe him.

"Next time, we'll do what you want, okay? But right now, no."

Scorpius seemed to consider it, swallowing hard, his eyes becoming glassy and troubled. He looked at Albus, rolling his tongue inside his cheek, and Potter wanted to beg him not to do that.

"Will you let me finish… in your mouth?"

Albus's eyes widened, not shocked by the act itself but by the fact that Scorpius was the one asking. He leaned in and murmured,

"I'll even swallow."

Scorpius made a sound like he'd been punched in the stomach, and his face flushed pink. Albus opened the vial and poured the oily liquid onto his index and middle fingers.

"Three…" Scorpius whispered. Albus didn't understand. "Three fingers…"

Potter licked his lips and added more of the liquid. He was hard and sweating again. He hesitated for a moment, unsure how to proceed, when Scorpius laid back, pulling him down by the wrist. He spread his legs, letting Albus position himself between them, then guided Albus's hand to his entrance.

"One finger, slowly," Scorpius murmured, and as Albus complied, his breath caught. Malfoy threw his head back, his eyes squeezed shut, lips pressed together. The experience didn't seem pleasant.

"Is it supposed to…" Albus began, struggling to speak as his head spun.

Scorpius nodded quickly, his breathing ragged.

"It'll get better," he whispered.

He breathed slowly through his mouth, focusing on relaxing his body. His hand clenched around Albus's wrist, guiding his movements. After what felt like an eternity, Albus inserted a second finger, and when Scorpius moaned, Albus captured his parted lips, trembling. He loved everything about it—the pressure on his fingers, the warmth, and the way Scorpius's hips undulated. Albus had never been this turned on, resisting the urge to pull his hand away, spread the boy's legs wider, and thrust into him in one go. It was unthinkable, but god, he wanted to! At that thought, he pressed his hand deeper, pushing his fingers further into the heat.

"Gently!" Scorpius gasped, digging his nails into Albus's skin.

Albus was practically drooling, his frustration mounting as his cock throbbed painfully.

"I am going gently, gently! You're driving me crazy!"

"Want to switch places?"

"No, just let me do it! Let go of my arm."

Reluctantly, Scorpius released his grip, and Albus twisted his fingers inside him, drawing a sigh that wavered between pain and pleasure. He moved to Scorpius's neck, kissing and nibbling the skin between his shoulder and neck, keeping the rhythm of his hand steady.

Finally, Scorpius's moans were of pleasure, and his hips began to rock in time with Albus's movements.

Albus trailed kisses down his body without losing rhythm and took Scorpius's cock into his mouth. The boy dug his nails into Albus's scalp, a strangled cry escaping his lips as his body convulsed. Albus hollowed his cheeks with each suction, pressing his tongue against the shaft, and Scorpius let go of his hair to grip the sheets, twisting them in his clenched fists. Potter added another finger while intensifying the blowjob, and Scorpius screamed, throwing his head back, eyes rolling.

Albus gave one final suck, then withdrew his fingers. His head spun, and his body trembled with desire. He grabbed a pillow and placed it under Scorpius's hips. His hands shook as he poured more of the liquid onto his cock, spilling some onto the sheets. He climbed back over Scorpius, who spread his legs wider, allowing Albus to position himself between them. One hand braced against the side of Scorpius's head, the other guiding his cock to Scorpius's entrance. He paused, meeting Scorpius's gaze. His gray eyes were feverish, clouded with lust. Slowly, Scorpius wrapped his arms around Albus's neck, pulling him closer. Potter kissed him tenderly, savoring the taste of his burning lips, then rested his forehead against his. He took a deep breath and entered him.

The heat enveloped him, and Albus's eyes rolled back. His entire body shook. He heard Scorpius moan, but Albus was paralyzed by the pleasure.

"Oh fuck… ohh fuck," he breathed once he could finally catch his breath. He pressed his lips to Scorpius's forehead and continued, thrusting slowly, giving his body time to adjust to his presence. He stopped once he was fully inside.

Malfoy exhaled suddenly, as if he had been holding his breath the entire time.

"Are you okay?" Albus asked, his hands braced on either side of the boy, supporting his body so as not to crush him.

Scorpius nodded, but his teeth were clenched.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, but don't move."

Albus let out a desperate sigh.

"I'm going to have to move," he groaned. God, he could feel his own cock pulsing inside the boy!

"Just wait a little longer, just a bit."

Albus thought he might go insane, but he controlled himself, fighting the overwhelming urge to thrust. He had to wait. And it was torture.

It was tight, warm, wet, and Scorpius's thighs were brushing his hips. Scorpius was staring at him with those dark, feverish gray eyes, his skin burning, his crimson lips parted, and Albus wanted to kiss them over and over.

"Fuck… you're beautiful."

Scorpius didn't seem to hear him. He breathed softly, rolling his hips ever so slightly, tightening around Albus's cock. Potter felt waves of pleasure shoot through him, and he dug his nails into the mattress. He braced himself with one arm, his other hand caressing Scorpius's hip, sliding up to his ribs and chest.

"Can you feel me?" he asked, tracing his finger from the base of Scorpius's belly up to his navel. "Here?"

Scorpius bit his lip and nodded. Albus twitched violently, thrusting deeper into him, making Scorpius moan. His body convulsed, and he clenched his jaw tightly.

"Sorry," Albus apologized. "I almost came."

Scorpius laughed softly, wrapping his arms around Albus's neck.

"Go on," he whispered. Albus held his breath, pulled out, and thrust in again, making both of them cry out. Scorpius's arms tightened around him, and Albus repeated the motion.

The first thrusts were slow and deep, their touches intimate and tender. But soon, the pleasure grew wilder, more primal, and their movements became rougher, more passionate. Their moans and gasps filled the room, along with the wet sound of their bodies meeting.

Scorpius spread his legs wider, raising his knees as his hips moved to meet Albus's thrusts. His hair stuck to his forehead, his eyes were dark, and his lips, swollen from their kisses, parted with each moan that escaped him as Albus drove between his legs.

Albus kissed him, caressed him, letting his hands explore Scorpius's body. He squeezed his flesh, grabbed his shoulders to penetrate deeper, harder. He was intoxicated by Scorpius's gasps of ecstasy and the softness of his long legs wrapped around his back, proud to be the one giving him so much pleasure.

After a particularly hard thrust, Albus slid his arms around Scorpius's back and lifted him, impaling him completely. He held him there for a few seconds, savoring the delicious sensation of being buried deep inside him, then rolled them over.

Scorpius found himself on top, straddling Albus. Potter leaned back against the headboard, grabbing Scorpius's cock, stroking him, pulling moans from his lips. With his other hand, he guided the rhythm of Scorpius's body, his fingers digging into his hip. Scorpius braced himself on Albus's shoulders, lifting and dropping onto his cock, his thighs burning, his body trembling with pleasure.

Soon, Scorpius's movements grew more erratic and desperate, and Albus groaned as the muscles in Scorpius's body tightened around him. He squeezed Scorpius's cock harder, stroking faster, playing with his thumb over the tip. Scorpius screamed.

"Albus!"

His nails dug into Albus's shoulders, and he threw his head back violently, his back arching as he came between their bodies, a strangled cry of pleasure stuck in his throat. His body lost its tension, and he collapsed onto his lover, still hard and buried deep inside him, his breathing ragged, his body trembling.

Albus wrapped his arms around him, flipped them back onto the bed, and positioned himself between Scorpius's legs again. Scorpius's body was limp, boneless, his lips parted, his eyelids half-closed. Albus slid his hands under his knees, spreading his legs wide, and set a frantic pace, pounding into him. He knew he wouldn't last much longer, and he felt his orgasm building, crashing over him like molten waves. Trembling, he sought Scorpius's mouth, kissing him, muffling his cry of release against his lips.

Half-blind, Albus collapsed onto his side, his breath coming in short, rapid gasps. His heart hammered in his chest, his muscles were numb, and sweat dripped from his forehead. Slowly, the world came back into focus, and he made out the wallpaper of his room. He wiped his burning forehead and turned to Scorpius.

The boy was breathing calmly, his arms spread out, his face serene. Albus rolled onto his side and gently stroked his flushed cheek. Scorpius turned his head, opening his eyes slowly, and smiled at him.

Albus's heart swelled at that calm, tender smile. He had feared what would come after. Yes, he had been afraid...

But Scorpius smiled at him, and Albus felt the urge to cry. He pulled him into his arms, holding him tight, burying his face in Scorpius's neck. He didn't know which of them fell asleep first.

End of Chapter 35

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