Taming

The girls whirled around to see what Scorpius was staring at, but Scorpius didn’t see their reactions. He was too busy staring. Albus had apparently raided Scorpius’s trunk and given himself a complete makeover. His black hair was swept up in the middle in an approximation of a mohawk, which looked insanely hot on him. He was wearing a pair of shiny black leather pants that looked more like paint than actual pants, and a blue skintight mesh t-shirt. With nothing under it.

He had on a pair of leather boots with buckles up the sides, and around his neck was a leather collar studded with silver spikes. Matching leather cuffs adorned his wrists. He’s even raided Scorpius’s (or someone’s) stash of make-up and he had black eyeliner smudged around his eyes.

He looked un-fucking-believable. Scorpius was instantly so hard that it actually hurt. After his dramatic entrance, Albus looked unsure for a split second. Then he walked over to Scorpius and held out his hand. “Want to get out of here?”

Scorpius gulped and nodded. He allowed Albus to pull him to his feet and drag him through the door without a backwards glance.
Scorpius watched Albus’s arse in those pants as he walked down the stairs, and the play of muscles under the leather nearly made him stumble several times. Suddenly, Albus paused and turned around. The expression in his eyes was, for once, unreadable. “I’m going to fuck you. You know that, right?”

Scorpius gulped again. He nodded. Ever since Rose had mentioned it, not even a half hour before, Scorpius had been ready for it. On some level, he thought that maybe he had known where Albus had disappeared to.

Their relationship was like a history lesson. They were repeating history and they would keep repeating it until they got it right. But this didn’t feel like doom.

Scorpius felt a nervous tingle in the pit of his stomach. His palms were damp, and he felt something that he hadn’t felt in what seemed like a hundred years: Virginal. And he felt ready.

They entered the Hufflepuff common room, which was filled with people, as usual, and they got all manner of looks, ranging from confusion to amusement. But Scorpius scarcely noticed as Albus pulled him up the stairs.

Inside, Albus pushed him up against the wall and stuck his tongue into Scorpius’s mouth with such force that Scorpius nearly choked, but he forced himself to take the passive role. He knew that Albus needed this. But more than that, Scorpius needed it. He needed to let go. To give something to Albus that would be his alone. Albus had given him so much, and Scorpius had been holding out on him.

But no more. Albus was pushing on his shoulders now, and Scorpius knew what he was supposed to do. But before he could kneel, Albus stilled him. He reached up and removed the leather collar from around his own neck and fastened it around Scorpius’s. Smiling at the effect, he pushed Scorpius’s shoulders again.

Scorpius sank to his knees willingly. Supplicating. Prostrating. Funny how submission seemed to take away more of his lingering resentment than anger ever could have. He unfastened Albus’s trousers and freed his erection. Albus groaned in pleasure, and Scorpius eagerly took him in his mouth.

He licked and sucked greedily, his hips thrusting despite meeting nothing but air. He didn’t know when he’d been so turned on before. Because he knew what was coming and he was ready.

After only a moment, Albus pushed Scorpius away. Scorpius smiled to himself. Albus was always so eager, and tonight, even more so than usual.

He pulled Scorpius to his feet. “Get your kit off,” he ordered. Scorpius was happy to comply. Albus watched him as he stripped, his breathing growing labored as more and more of Scorpius’s body was revealed. When Scorpius had removed his clothing, he reached for the collar, merely to see what Albus would say.

“Leave it,” Albus nearly growled. He came to stand behind Scorpius, pushing his back until Scorpius bent over the bed. “Get on your hands and knees,” Albus ordered him.

Shivering a little, Scorpius complied. Albus climbed up behind him and he felt something cold… there. He groaned as he felt Albus’s finger enter him, stretching, seeking. He’d done this before, certainly, but the anticipation that there was more to come was causing his breath to come in pants.

Albus added another finger and Scorpius began to push back against him. When Albus removed his fingers, Scorpius whimpered. But he didn’t need to fear, because the narrow fingers were replaced by something much larger and infinitely more satisfying. He felt every agonizing and amazing inch as Albus slowly pushed inside.

Scorpius dropped his chest to the bedspread, further supplicating himself. Offering himself. When Albus began to move, Scorpius nearly started to weep. The sensations were strange and unfamiliar, but at the same time, it was Albus. Albus’s noises were the same. The breathy little moans, the groans, the grunts. The hands digging into his hips were familiar and safe.

Scorpius let go in that moment. He surrendered. Nothing mattered. Their break-up didn’t matter. Mirabella Zabini and Kane Morton didn’t matter. He could only care about this. About the feeling of letting go and doing something that broke his last rule.

He’d broken every one of his silly rules for Albus. Except one. But he was breaking it now, and he finally felt free.

Without any additional stimulation, he felt himself moving towards orgasm. He’d never climaxed without someone touching him before. Or at least touching himself. But this was mental as well as physical, and suddenly he could feel his muscles clench around Albus’s cock as he shot onto the bedspread.

Albus’s fingers dug into his hips almost painfully and he began to thrust faster, harder until he came, deep inside Scorpius.

Albus sagged on top of him and Scorpius collapsed onto the bed. They stayed that way for a few moments until Albus finally rolled off of him. He moaned at the loss of contact, until Albus pulled him into his arms.

He realized that Albus was looking at him sheepishly and he smiled. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked nervously.

“Not a bit. I’m a little sore, though,” Scorpius admitted.

“Yeah, but it goes away,” Albus said reassuringly, the voice of experience. “Thank you,” he whispered.

“Any time,” Scorpius returned with a grin.

“I mean, I think I like the other way better, but that was…”

“Incredible.”

“Yeah. Incredible,” Albus said wonderingly.

“I wish I’d done it before.”

“Before me?” Albus whispered, looking hurt.

“No, you git! With you. I was saving myself for you,” he said sappily.

“Glad you saved something for me,” Albus said, but he was clearly pleased underneath his teasing tone.

“Me too. And that is not something that I could be doing with a girl.”

“Okay, okay! I’m officially over the girl thing,” Albus laughed.

“Me, too. So over it. I definitely want to be with a man. With you.”

“How about forever?”

“Sounds good to me.”

“I mean it,” Albus looked at him seriously. “As long as I’m currently being the man, how about I propose to you this time?” He climbed off the bed, fastened his pants and dropped down on one knee. “Scorpius, I don’t want to just get back together. I want us to go back to being engaged, and I think it’s fair that I do the asking this time. What do you think? Do you still want to marry me?”

“I never stopped wanting to marry you, so yes. Of course!” Scorpius told him, smiling. “Although I would have chosen different circumstances and a different wardrobe for my dream proposal.” he joked, gesturing to Albus’s get-up, and his own nude state.

Albus grinned and got up, kissing Scorpius. “Nah… The big proposal under the Christmas tree with the family around? That was ‘me.’ This, with the leather and the nudity, and you looking deliciously debauched… This is a ‘you’ proposal.”

“You’re right,” Scorpius laughed. Then he got up and rummaged in his trunk. Finding what he was looking for, he turned around and handed Albus his ring back. “I believe this belongs to you.”

Albus smiled, his eyes a little teary, and he slipped the ring back on his finger. “Do you mind that you don’t have one?” he asked Scorpius.

“Nah. Embrace being the girl for once, Albus. You deserve it. Besides I’ll have one for our wedding, right?”

“Right. So you don’t mind me being obnoxiously girly again?”

“I never did. As long as you let me take over for you in the girliness department once in a while.”

Albus gave a mock sigh. “I’ve created a monster.”

“Fuckin’ A, you have. But you’re stuck with me.”

Albus looked him up and down in a way that made Scorpius very aware that he was still naked. “You have no idea how happy that makes me.”