Taming

When Scorpius was finally able to break away from those drugging kisses, he looked into those beautiful eyes again and basked in the feeling there. “Baby,” he whispered, not knowing where the endearment came from, “I want to fuck you now. Will you let me fuck you?”

“Merlin, yes,” Albus breathed.

“I’ll go slowly, I promise.”

“No, don’t. I can’t wait.” Scorpius smiled at those fervent words, and when the boy smiled back, Scorpius’s heart contracted painfully. On shaky legs, he stood up and offered a hand to pull Albus up. Albus’s jeans and shorts were still around one ankle and he impatiently kicked them off.

Scorpius realized that he was still fully clothed, and he pulled his t-shirt over his head. Albus watched him with a hunger that bordered on feral. His fingers moved convulsively as if he were itching to touch Scorpius, but unsure of how to proceed. Scorpius pulled his necklace off and threw it on top of his t-shirt. “Touch me, Baby,” he whispered. He’d wanted it to be an order, but his voice sounded supplicating.

Albus groaned and ran both hands over Scorpius’s bare chest. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered. “So beautiful.”

Scorpius had been told so a million times before, but all those other times seemed hollow and dishonest in light of Albus Potter’s genuine reverence. Albus reached for the fastening on Scorpius’s pants and moved to push them down. When his hands touched hot, hard skin rather than any underclothes, he moaned.

Scorpius impatiently shucked off his boots and pulled the damned tight pants off his legs with as much haste as possible. Albus continued to watch him, swaying slightly, nearly hyperventilating now. Scorpius put his arms around Albus and snogged him slowly, bringing their naked bodies into full contact for the first time. He marveled at how well Albus fit against him. He never wanted to let go of him.

However, his physical needs were becoming more pressing, and he wanted to make sure this lasted. “Get on the bed, Baby,” he told Albus softly. Albus looked scared, but he was shivering with anticipation. “For the first time, it’s easiest if you get on your hands and knees and I get behind you, okay?” Albus nodded. He climbed on the bed on his hands and knees and when Scorpius saw his upturned arse, he did a bit of moaning himself.

He moved behind Albus as quickly as he could. The boy had a gorgeous arse, and Scorpius couldn’t stop running his hands over it. Gooseflesh broke out all over the boy’s flanks, and when Scorpius ran his finger down Albus’s crack and over his hole, Albus nearly bucked off the bed.

“It’s okay,” Scorpius whispered to him, gently. He leaned down and ran his tongue over the same path his finger had just taken. Albus nearly collapsed. “Relax. This is going to feel brilliant.” Returning his tongue to the boy’s hole, he began to stroke. Albus shuddered over and over again under Scorpius’s talented tongue, and finally began a sort of keening that nearly made Scorpius come.

Scorpius reached underneath Albus and grabbed hold of his cock. He only needed a few strokes before he came all over the silk sheets. He was babbling unintelligibly, and Scorpius could pick out a word here and there, mostly things like “Merlin,” and “Scorpius,” and “love.”

Before the boy could recover fully, Scorpius whispered a lubrication charm and gently inserted a finger into the boy. Albus moaned long and low, and Scorpius added another finger. He crooked them expertly, hitting the spot inside guaranteed to make the boy see stars. Which apparently worked, since Albus began making the keening noise again.

Scorpius had no more patience left. He positioned his cock where his fingers had been and gently pushed. He carefully angled his thrusts to hit the right spot each time. He tried to be gentle and considerate, but pretty soon, he was fucking Albus into the mattress, and based on Albus’s noises, he didn’t mind a bit.

After only a minute, he pulled back out, overcome with a desire he’d never had before. “I need to see you,” he whispered. He flipped the boy over and pulled up one of Albus’s legs and hooked it over his shoulder. He pushed back inside and watched the look on the boy’s face. Once he’d locked eyes with him, he couldn’t look away. He watched with wonder the feelings that played in those eyes as he moved back and forth with increasing urgency. He gripped the boy’s hips and rode him hard as his orgasm began to overtake him.

Scorpius had never felt anything like it. He felt like he was coming for hours rather than seconds. The waves of feeling went on and on, flowing over him, pulling from deep inside himself somewhere. And he couldn’t even blink. He was powerless to do anything but stare into Albus’s eyes as they both cried out, long and loud. He felt Albus’s come spatter against his stomach and he marveled at the boy’s recovery time.

Scorpius stayed like that, just looking at Albus for long moments. He didn’t even realize that he was still inside the boy until his softening cock slipped out and they both groaned at the loss. Scorpius murmured some cleaning charms again, and rolled off Albus, lying next to him and cradling the boy to him like a particularly precious thing.

Scorpius had never been one for post-coital cuddling at all, but he found that he couldn’t let go of Albus. He couldn’t still his hands, which insisted on sweeping up and down the boy’s back, and even caressing his face. Scorpius kissed him gently and basked in the look in Albus’s eyes.

“Scorpius, I’m in love with you,” Albus whispered to him, and it made that flutter in Scorpius’s stomach turn from butterflies into birds. Large birds. Perhaps thestrals. “I know you don’t have boyfriends or anything, so I’m not expecting-“

Scorpius cut him off. “Shhhhh. Enough talking. Let’s rest a bit and then do that again.” Albus smiled gratefully at him, and Scorpius found the gratitude distasteful rather than heady as usual. He pulled Albus’s head to his chest and wrapped him tightly in his arms. Albus sighed softly and Scorpius held him until he was sure the boy had fallen asleep. His first instinct was to roll away, but he couldn’t seem to do it. He buried his face in Albus’s soft hair and slowly drifted off to sleep himself.