Fic: Turning a Corner
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alisanneTitle: Turning a Corner
Author:alisanne
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Albus Severus Potter
Summary: Although Al can't talk about what happens at work, he can fantasize.
Word Count: 1310 (yeah, so much for 200 word ficlets)
Genre: Erotica
Warnings: Fantasy spanking, cross gen sex, wanking.
A/N: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hp_may_madness's 2014 fest.
Day two prompt(s) used: Turning a corner, wanking.
The pairing was suggested by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
capitu. ♥
Beta: Unbetaed. Poke me if you spot anything.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Turning a Corner
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They had just left the restaurant and said goodbye to Lily when James turned to Al. “Right. Spill.”
Al blinked. “What?”
James rolled his eyes. “I know you, little brother. Something’s on your mind. Something you didn't want to talk about in front of our sister.” Smirking, he nodded towards a pub. “Why don’t we get a pint and you can tell me about it?”
Sorely tempted, Al nevertheless shook his head. James wouldn’t understand it if I tell him who I’m wanking over-- “It’s nothing. Just...work.”
James made a face. “Speaking of, I can’t believe you’re apprenticing with Draco sodding Malfoy.”
Al’s heart flipped in his chest at Draco's name. Trying to act naturally, he huffed. “He’s not that bad. And he’s a brilliant Unspeakable.”
“He’s a Death Eater,” James scoffed.
“So’s Severus!”
“Yeah, but that’s different.” James frowned.
Al snorted. “Why? Because Dad’s sleeping with Severus? Has he purified him with his Saviour sperm or something?”
A look of horror crossed James’ face and he held up his hands in surrender. “Okay, I’ll never bring it up again if you promise never to say the words ‘Dad’ and ‘sperm’ in the same sentence. Bloody hell!” He shuddered.
Despite himself, Al laughed. “You did it to yourself.”
“I know, I just--” James sighed. “Look, where you work and who you work for is clearly your business, and Malfoy’s probably fine, I guess, I just want to know what’s going on with you. Is it something at work? Whatever it is you clearly need to deal with it.”
Al snorted. “I am dealing with my life just fine and you know I can’t tell you about what happens in the Department of Mysteries or else I’d have to kill you.” He smirked. “And Dad definitely wouldn’t approve of that.”
James rolled his eyes. “Bloody Unspeakables,” he muttered, but he was smiling. “All right, so you can’t tell me about your job, and you won't tell me about your personal life...What can we discuss?”
They turned the corner, and Al smirked. “We can talk about you and Teddy.”
A fatuous smile crossed James’ face, as Al had known it would, and as he started talking about how brilliant Teddy was and the plans they were making for their first place together, Al jammed his hands in his pockets and listened absently. James is right about one thing, though, he thought as they strolled. I need to deal with my feelings for Draco. And soon.
~
When he returned from lunch, Al stuck his head into Draco’s office. Seeing he wasn’t there, Al exhaled, closing the door and setting some wards. It was a risk, but all James’ babbling about Teddy had made Al realise how badly he wanted that in his life. How badly he wanted Draco.
Inhaling, Al smiled, fancying he could smell Draco there. It was ridiculous, of course, Draco was clearly out, but as Al stood there, he decided he would take advantage of his access to Draco’s office.
Al walked around the desk, settling in Draco’s chair with a sigh. Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply and spread his legs. Undoing his flies, he cupped his half-hard cock and began to stroke, imagining what Draco’s reaction would be. The fantasy came fast.
“Unspeakable Potter. And just what do you think you’re doing?” Draco, still clad in cloak and gloves, is at the door, his eyebrow cocked as he takes in Al’s flushed face and open trousers. “At my desk, too? Oh, you’re just begging for punishment, aren’t you?”
“Sir, I can explain--”
“I think I know all I need to about what’s going on here.” Waving his hand, Draco closes the door. “Stand up.”
Al stands, humiliated, his trousers falling to the floor.
“Come around to this side of the desk.” Draco looks as cool as he does during department meetings.
Al moves around the desk until he was standing in front of it.
“Turn and bend over the desk,” says Draco, shrugging off his cloak.
Al stares. “S-sir?”
“Am I not speaking English?” Draco snaps.
Nodding, Al obeys.
“Spread your legs.”
Al does, moaning when dragonhide-clad boots kick his legs wider apart.
“Arse up in the air.”
Al arches his back, trying to slow his breathing. He can only imagine the picture he makes.
A gloved hand slides over one arse cheek. “You really do deserve punishment for this.”
Al trembles.
“And so you shall get it.” A sharp slap makes Al hiss. The hand lingers, this time the gloved thumb nudging at Al’s hole.
Al moans.
The hand starts slapping him in earnest, and Al soon looses count as his arse begins to sting and then burn. “Draco--” he finally croaks.
There is a rustle and the sound of gloves hitting the floor. Draco’s cool hands feel like balm as they caress his cheeks. “Have you been thinking about me?” Draco murmurs. “Imagining what this would be like?”
“Yes!” Al sobs. His cock is as hard as he can remember it ever being, and he is shaking with need.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Unspeakable Potter?”
“Yes!”
“Well then.” There is the unmistakable sound of a zipper and Al feels a wand tap his hip. Immediately, he is slick and loose. A cockhead presses at his hole and Al moans again, dropping his head and pushing back.
Draco doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t give Al a chance to adjust, he simply thrusts deep and starts fucking him steadily, his hands steadying Al’s hips as he moves in and out. Al’s cock bobs with Draco’s every thrust and, aching with the need to come, he tries to slip a hand around it.
Draco has other ideas, however. He snaps something in latin, and Al finds his hands stuck to the desk. “You’ll come when I say, and on my cock alone,” Draco purrs. “And if you try to come before I say, you’ll regret it.”
Al holds on, but just barely. Sobbing, he waits until Draco’s thrusts grow ragged and until Draco rams himself inside him, coming with a growl. And it’s only when Draco, draped over his back, has recovered his breath that he whispers, hot breath gusting over Al’s ear, “Come.”
Al roars, his pleasure rushing though him as he comes all over Draco’s desk and floor--
“Oh fuck!” Al shouted, his cock spurting over his hand and catching the edge of Draco’s desk. “Draco-- Oh Merlin--”
It took Al a moment to recover, as, panting, he closed his eyes and sagged in the chair. to his horror, there was a sound and, eyes popping open, he turned to see Draco materialise on the sofa. Smoothly, he rose to his feet and walked towards his desk, his expression unreadable.
Al’s throat worked. “Sir, I can explain--”
Draco shook his head. “I don’t believe I need one, Unspeakable. I was here for the whole thing.” He smirked. “Although I would love to know what you were thinking.”
Al thought he’d die of embarrassment. “I’ll clean this up--”
“Yes you will.” Draco shrugged off his robes and Al gasped when he saw he naked beneath, and that his cock was erect. “But you’ll suck me first, especially since you’re responsible for the state I’m in.”
Al swallowed hard. “Sir?”
Draco moved until he was leaning on his desk his groin directly in front of Al. “Am I not speaking English?” he drawled. “Suck it.”
Slowly, Al smiled and, leaning forward, sucked Draco into his mouth.
Draco’s hand settled in Al’s hair. “And when you’re done,” he purred as he slowly fucked Al’s mouth. “We’re going to have a little chat about what you were fantasising about. I believe...Salazar but you’re good at this...it could be most instructional.”
Al moaned. He couldn’t wait. Clearly their relationship had turned a corner.
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Author:
alisanneRating: NC-17
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Albus Severus Potter
Summary: Although Al can't talk about what happens at work, he can fantasize.
Word Count: 1310 (yeah, so much for 200 word ficlets)
Genre: Erotica
Warnings: Fantasy spanking, cross gen sex, wanking.
A/N: Written for
hp_may_madness's 2014 fest. Day two prompt(s) used: Turning a corner, wanking.
The pairing was suggested by
capitu. ♥Beta: Unbetaed. Poke me if you spot anything.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Turning a Corner
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They had just left the restaurant and said goodbye to Lily when James turned to Al. “Right. Spill.”
Al blinked. “What?”
James rolled his eyes. “I know you, little brother. Something’s on your mind. Something you didn't want to talk about in front of our sister.” Smirking, he nodded towards a pub. “Why don’t we get a pint and you can tell me about it?”
Sorely tempted, Al nevertheless shook his head. James wouldn’t understand it if I tell him who I’m wanking over-- “It’s nothing. Just...work.”
James made a face. “Speaking of, I can’t believe you’re apprenticing with Draco sodding Malfoy.”
Al’s heart flipped in his chest at Draco's name. Trying to act naturally, he huffed. “He’s not that bad. And he’s a brilliant Unspeakable.”
“He’s a Death Eater,” James scoffed.
“So’s Severus!”
“Yeah, but that’s different.” James frowned.
Al snorted. “Why? Because Dad’s sleeping with Severus? Has he purified him with his Saviour sperm or something?”
A look of horror crossed James’ face and he held up his hands in surrender. “Okay, I’ll never bring it up again if you promise never to say the words ‘Dad’ and ‘sperm’ in the same sentence. Bloody hell!” He shuddered.
Despite himself, Al laughed. “You did it to yourself.”
“I know, I just--” James sighed. “Look, where you work and who you work for is clearly your business, and Malfoy’s probably fine, I guess, I just want to know what’s going on with you. Is it something at work? Whatever it is you clearly need to deal with it.”
Al snorted. “I am dealing with my life just fine and you know I can’t tell you about what happens in the Department of Mysteries or else I’d have to kill you.” He smirked. “And Dad definitely wouldn’t approve of that.”
James rolled his eyes. “Bloody Unspeakables,” he muttered, but he was smiling. “All right, so you can’t tell me about your job, and you won't tell me about your personal life...What can we discuss?”
They turned the corner, and Al smirked. “We can talk about you and Teddy.”
A fatuous smile crossed James’ face, as Al had known it would, and as he started talking about how brilliant Teddy was and the plans they were making for their first place together, Al jammed his hands in his pockets and listened absently. James is right about one thing, though, he thought as they strolled. I need to deal with my feelings for Draco. And soon.
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When he returned from lunch, Al stuck his head into Draco’s office. Seeing he wasn’t there, Al exhaled, closing the door and setting some wards. It was a risk, but all James’ babbling about Teddy had made Al realise how badly he wanted that in his life. How badly he wanted Draco.
Inhaling, Al smiled, fancying he could smell Draco there. It was ridiculous, of course, Draco was clearly out, but as Al stood there, he decided he would take advantage of his access to Draco’s office.
Al walked around the desk, settling in Draco’s chair with a sigh. Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply and spread his legs. Undoing his flies, he cupped his half-hard cock and began to stroke, imagining what Draco’s reaction would be. The fantasy came fast.
“Unspeakable Potter. And just what do you think you’re doing?” Draco, still clad in cloak and gloves, is at the door, his eyebrow cocked as he takes in Al’s flushed face and open trousers. “At my desk, too? Oh, you’re just begging for punishment, aren’t you?”
“Sir, I can explain--”
“I think I know all I need to about what’s going on here.” Waving his hand, Draco closes the door. “Stand up.”
Al stands, humiliated, his trousers falling to the floor.
“Come around to this side of the desk.” Draco looks as cool as he does during department meetings.
Al moves around the desk until he was standing in front of it.
“Turn and bend over the desk,” says Draco, shrugging off his cloak.
Al stares. “S-sir?”
“Am I not speaking English?” Draco snaps.
Nodding, Al obeys.
“Spread your legs.”
Al does, moaning when dragonhide-clad boots kick his legs wider apart.
“Arse up in the air.”
Al arches his back, trying to slow his breathing. He can only imagine the picture he makes.
A gloved hand slides over one arse cheek. “You really do deserve punishment for this.”
Al trembles.
“And so you shall get it.” A sharp slap makes Al hiss. The hand lingers, this time the gloved thumb nudging at Al’s hole.
Al moans.
The hand starts slapping him in earnest, and Al soon looses count as his arse begins to sting and then burn. “Draco--” he finally croaks.
There is a rustle and the sound of gloves hitting the floor. Draco’s cool hands feel like balm as they caress his cheeks. “Have you been thinking about me?” Draco murmurs. “Imagining what this would be like?”
“Yes!” Al sobs. His cock is as hard as he can remember it ever being, and he is shaking with need.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Unspeakable Potter?”
“Yes!”
“Well then.” There is the unmistakable sound of a zipper and Al feels a wand tap his hip. Immediately, he is slick and loose. A cockhead presses at his hole and Al moans again, dropping his head and pushing back.
Draco doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t give Al a chance to adjust, he simply thrusts deep and starts fucking him steadily, his hands steadying Al’s hips as he moves in and out. Al’s cock bobs with Draco’s every thrust and, aching with the need to come, he tries to slip a hand around it.
Draco has other ideas, however. He snaps something in latin, and Al finds his hands stuck to the desk. “You’ll come when I say, and on my cock alone,” Draco purrs. “And if you try to come before I say, you’ll regret it.”
Al holds on, but just barely. Sobbing, he waits until Draco’s thrusts grow ragged and until Draco rams himself inside him, coming with a growl. And it’s only when Draco, draped over his back, has recovered his breath that he whispers, hot breath gusting over Al’s ear, “Come.”
Al roars, his pleasure rushing though him as he comes all over Draco’s desk and floor--
“Oh fuck!” Al shouted, his cock spurting over his hand and catching the edge of Draco’s desk. “Draco-- Oh Merlin--”
It took Al a moment to recover, as, panting, he closed his eyes and sagged in the chair. to his horror, there was a sound and, eyes popping open, he turned to see Draco materialise on the sofa. Smoothly, he rose to his feet and walked towards his desk, his expression unreadable.
Al’s throat worked. “Sir, I can explain--”
Draco shook his head. “I don’t believe I need one, Unspeakable. I was here for the whole thing.” He smirked. “Although I would love to know what you were thinking.”
Al thought he’d die of embarrassment. “I’ll clean this up--”
“Yes you will.” Draco shrugged off his robes and Al gasped when he saw he naked beneath, and that his cock was erect. “But you’ll suck me first, especially since you’re responsible for the state I’m in.”
Al swallowed hard. “Sir?”
Draco moved until he was leaning on his desk his groin directly in front of Al. “Am I not speaking English?” he drawled. “Suck it.”
Slowly, Al smiled and, leaning forward, sucked Draco into his mouth.
Draco’s hand settled in Al’s hair. “And when you’re done,” he purred as he slowly fucked Al’s mouth. “We’re going to have a little chat about what you were fantasising about. I believe...Salazar but you’re good at this...it could be most instructional.”
Al moaned. He couldn’t wait. Clearly their relationship had turned a corner.
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