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Albus Severus Potter had been wanking for years.
It all started one very regrettable afternoon during the summer after his second year when he walked in on James in his bedroom. He’d just needed to ask if James planned on going to the Burrow for dinner that night. But James had been deeply involved in some self-satisfaction and yelled immediately for Albus to get out.
It took Albus a while to get that particular image out of his mind. A few weeks, in fact, during which he had pointedly not touched himself, even though his penis was vehemently working to change that, popping up at the slightest breeze.
And then, Scorpius was at his house for a week, doing all of the things they usually did together in the summers, like skinny-dipping in the stream behind the Potter’s cottage and sharing a broom to spin around the property, up above the treeline.
Scorpius’ fine, silky hair tickled Albus’ face as he held on tight behind him on the broom. Scorpius smelled like fresh lemons and had changed subtly in the few weeks between exiting the Hogwarts Express for the summer and now. Albus couldn’t quite put his finger on what, exactly, had changed.
Maybe it was Albus who had changed.
Either way, Albus wanked on the second night of Scorpius’ stay, surprising himself in the shower as he came for the first time against the porcelain tile, thinking of Scorpius’ breath huffing against Albus’ neck as they hugged.
Since that day over four years prior, Albus had really perfected the art of wanking. He knew just the right way to twist at the end, the pace that he could set to last just a little bit longer, how the lube James had surreptitiously gifted him the summer before made everything so much better. He knew the best silencing charms to throw up around his bed in the Slytherin dormitory to make sure that no one heard his heavy breathing. He knew that his dorm mates did this, too, and that they didn’t talk about it.
Recently, however, there had been quite a massive change in Albus Severus Potter’s wanking routine: it included another person.
Scorpius Malfoy. His best friend forever. His first and only crush. His first and only kiss. And now his first and only boyfriend. If he’s lucky, his first and only boyfriend forever.
Yes, Scorpius had been added to the mix. It annoyed Albus how everyone kept commenting things like, “Finally,” and “I’ve seen this coming for so long.” He wished someone might’ve piped up sooner, because it had been four very long years of crushing hard on his best friend. They could have been doing all of this for years already.
But he supposed that it didn't matter now that they were here, together.
It was Scorpius who bridged the gap over the summer before their seventh year, who softly, sweetly asked if he could kiss Albus the moment that they’d shut Albus’ bedroom door behind him on the first day of his visit. Who giggled when Albus was dumbstruck and couldn’t do anything but nod. Who brushed their lips together and said, “I got tired of waiting for you to make a move.”
Things escalated pretty quickly after that. Albus and Scorpius already knew each other inside and out; they’d already shared all of their fears and hopes and dreams and ambitions. Adding a physical aspect to their already tight-knit relationship was only natural. They weren’t shy, not with their bodies, nor their desires.
Albus had the privilege of making Scorpius come first, watching his eyes roll back in his head as his body tensed, a pretty, pink flush settling over his chest. Scorpius had offered to return the favour, but Albus nervously admitted that he’d already come, that watching Scorpius fall apart had been enough to push him over the edge. Scorpius’ eyes flashed, a wide grin splitting his face as he crushed his lips against Albus’, their teeth clacking together uncomfortably.
“That’s so hot, Albie.” It didn’t take long for them to work back up, rutting desperately against each other in Albus’ childhood bedroom.
So, Albus had spent the last few months working on the art of wanking Scorpius. It was like learning a new language—listening for the cadence of his breathing, the hitch in his breath as he got closer. How he preferred a tighter grip than Albus did, how he would fuck up into Albus’ hand when the pace was too slow.
He had mapped Scorpius’ body, knew where his favourite freckle was (high on Scorpius’ ribs, under his right arm) and how ticklish it was.
It didn’t take long for them to progress to blow jobs. Albus had been the one to offer first, always wanting to please Scorpius in whatever way he could.
They had the dorm room to themselves one September afternoon, the first Hogsmeade weekend of the year. They’d opted to stay in, locking the door behind them in case anyone got back early.
Scorpius had leisurely jerked Albus off, purring obscenities while Albus begged him to go faster. They laid facing each other, naked on Albus’ bed. He’d come particularly hard, shooting a rope across Scorpius’ torso that made it all the way to his lips. Scorpius had frozen for a moment, and Albus was already groping for his wand. Instead, Scorpius sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, his tongue swiping over it.
If he hadn’t just come down from his orgasm, Albus might’ve come again right there at the sight.
He stared at Scorpius, waiting for any sort of response.
“Hmm. Bitter,” had been the final verdict.
Albus kissed him, hard. He couldn’t imagine being in this situation with anyone else.
“I want to try something.” Albus searched Scorpius’ eyes for any indication of nerves.
“I’ll try anything with you, Albie,” Scorpius breathed, pulling Albus in for another heated kiss, rubbing his hard-on against Albus’ thigh.
Albus pulled away, breathless, and got on his hands and knees, backing down towards the bottom of the bed. He held eye contact with Scorpius and saw the moment that he realised what Albus’ intentions were.
“Oh,” Scorpius breathed.
And after that, Albus thought, surely, he knew all of the best ways to wank and suck Scorpius Malfoy.
Until sex education started up. Professor Kitting was young, closer in age to the students than a lot of the other teachers, it seemed. He was effortlessly cool and easy to talk to, and had been brought in specifically to develop a sexual education course at Hogwarts after both a teenage witch and teenage wizard in their seventh year had gotten pregnant the previous year.
The first classes were about consent and safety, all of the important things to lay a groundwork for a relationship. Albus winked at Scorpius as they sat closely, proud of themselves for already being ahead of the class in that department.
But by October, Professor Kitting was getting into some juicy stuff. Apparently, much to the chagrin of the Hogwarts Board, he was teaching a pretty advanced and progressive curriculum.
He covered masturbation for all genders, and Albus had zoned out during the discussion on the clitoris. Scorpius had scolded him for it—“Just because you’re gay doesn’t mean you’ll never encounter one.”
But Scorpius didn’t have one, so Albus wasn’t all that concerned.
What Scorpius did have was a prostate. Albus was all ears for that lesson.
Professor Kitting explained how the prostate worked in men and trans women and some people who identified as non-binary or other genders. How it swelled with fluid when a person was aroused, and could be accessed either outside the body by stroking the perineum, or inside the body, through the anus.
He talked about the importance of foreplay and preparation, reminding the students that, if they were going to try this themselves, “lube makes everything better” and that they could always stop by his office for condoms and lube, no questions asked.
Albus took mental notes. If he didn’t think his peers would take the piss, he would've been drawing diagrams.
A new way to make Scorpius fall apart. A better orgasm.
Albus was distraught that this was the first time that they were learning about the prostate but, as with his relationship, resigned himself to being happy that they were now.
He vibrated with excitement all through dinner. Scorpius teased him, but the blush that painted his cheeks told Albus that he was just as excited.
By the time he heard the curtains close on the last of his dorm mate’s beds, he scampered over to Scorpius’ bed, jumping in, throwing the curtains closed and a Silencio up.
“Albie, wh—” Albus cut Scorpius off with a kiss.
“Want to try that, want to do that to you,” Albus blurted out when he pulled away.
Scorpius laughed. “Yeah, okay.” He bit his lip and Albus thought he was just going to pass away right there. “If I can do you after.”
Albus nodded feverishly. They snogged, pulling off each other’s bedclothes and groping indiscriminately.
Albus felt like he was going to pass out from excitement, all of his blood rushing south. Once they were both naked, he kissed his way quickly down Scorpius’ chest, bypassing his neck and nipples, too eager for foreplay.
He grinned up at his boyfriend before sucking his cock down, honoured that he was the one who got to make Scorpius come apart.
Scorpius heaved out a breath, running his thumb over Albus’ cheek and up into his curly locks. He pulled gently, just the way Albus liked. “Did you bring the lube?”
Albus pulled off and rummaged around in the clothes at the foot of the bed, pulling out the bottle of lube and holding it up triumphantly. Scorpius giggled and squeezed Albus between his knees.
Albus poured a generous amount on his fingers and knelt back between Scorpius’ legs. “You ready?”
“Yeah, just… go slow?” Scorpius let out a shaky breath.
Albus kissed the inside of his thigh. “Of course. We can stop at any time, yeah?”
Scorpius smiled and pulled Albus’ free hand up, kissing him on the palm. “Yeah.”
“Right.” Albus licked the length of Scorpius’ cock, which had flagged a bit in the interim. He bobbed slowly, coaxing it back to life.
He cradled Scorpius’ balls in his hand, rolling them gently. He watched Scorpius’ face as he tentatively ran a finger down, passing over the tight wrinkle of skin. Scorpius inhaled sharply, but nodded encouragingly.
Albus ran his finger slowly back and forth over the muscle until Scorpius relaxed a bit, shuddering out a breath. Albus’ stopped over Scorpius’ arsehole, pressing in gently.
Albus paused for a moment to ask, “You okay, baby?” When Scorpius nodded, he pressed in a little more, attempting to distract Scorpius by taking as much of his cock into his mouth as he could. When his finger popped past the tight ring of muscle, Scorpius gasped and Albus froze, staring up at his boyfriend with wide eyes and a mouth full of cock.
He pulled off, his finger unmoving, just the first knuckle inside. “What do you want me to do?”
“Just, erm, just give it a second? Can you—” he looked down at Albus. “Can you keep sucking me off? Just slowly is fine, it’s helping me rel—ahhhh.” His head fell back with a cry as Albus sank down again, taking his time, his tongue stroking the underside of Scorpius’ prick as he went.
After another moment, Scorpius looked up again. Albus had felt the pressure around his finger let up slightly. “Okay, keep going.”
They went on like this for a bit, easing Scorpius open. Albus was absolutely entranced by the whole process, loving the sensation of Scorpius gripping him like a vise, then easing up as he relaxed into it.
Finally, they’d gotten to the point where Albus was in as far as he could go. He reapplied lube to his finger and began to drag it in and out of Scorpius’ hole.
“Remember what Professor Kitting said, can you try adding another one?” Scorpius asked. And they progressed again, until Albus was fucking Scorpius with two fingers. Scorpius had even started pushing back a bit, urging him further.
“How does it feel?” Albus couldn’t wait for his turn, but was loving pulling Scorpius apart. His boyfriend was completely dishevelled, his pale skin tacky with sweat, hair falling over his forehead.
“Odd, but really good?” Scorpius panted.
“Okay, I think I need to twist them,” Albus rotated his wrist so his fingers could press against the other side of Scorpius’ perineum and began to thrust them in again.
It took a few tries, but Albus knew that he’d found the prostate both by the change in texture of the skin on the pads of his fingertips and the way that Scorpius jolted up as if he’d been hit with a stinging hex.
“Oh, fuck!”
Albus had pulled off and stared silently at Scorpius, who was breathing hard and had a tentative grin on his face. Albus cocked his head and tried the motion again.
“Ah, Albie,” Scorpius exhaled.
“Good?”
“Feels amazing, Merlin. Like my whole body’s joining in on the action, I don’t know how to describe it.”
“Just keep rubbing it?”
“Can you do it in time with sucking me? And maybe a little more pressure? I don’t think I’m going to last long.”
Scorpius settled back in and propped his legs open even wider than before. Albus swirled his tongue around the tip and sank down on Scorpius’ cock again, setting an even pace with his mouth and his fingers.
It was magical, being inside of Scorpius, taking Scorpius inside of him. Albus felt kinetic and connected, this dizzying spell of energy flowing between them.
“Oh, fuck, Al, I’m gonna come.” Scorpius’ hands tightened in Albus’ hair and urged him ever so slightly faster. Albus pressed in a bit harder internally and Scorpius keened as he began to empty himself into Albus’ mouth, the bitter seed flooding over his tongue.
He swallowed the first burst and pulled off, wanking Scorpius as wave after wave of cum pulsed out of him. Scorpius’ eyes were fluttering behind closed lids, his mouth hanging open as he moaned.
After what felt like minutes, Scorpius stilled, his body spent and breathing heavily. Albus withdrew his fingers slowly and wiped them on his pyjama bottoms before climbing up the bed. He nestled close to Scorpius, who turned into him and rested their foreheads together without opening his eyes.
He was content to ignore his aching erection, happy to hold Scorpius as he came down and eager to know how it felt. After another minute, Scorpius’ eyes opened, dazed and slightly unfocused. He pressed his chapped lips against Albus’ and murmured “I love you,” against his mouth.
“I love you,” Albus whispered in return.
“That was bloody amazing.” Scorpius whispered, a rare expletive signalling how loose he must be feeling.
Albus grinned. “I loved doing that to you. Haven’t seen you come that much before.”
“It was like, with every brush of your fingers, you were just urging it out of me. Brilliant.”
He pulled Albus closer, his spent prick brushing up against Albus’ hard one. “Need a minute before we do you.”
“No, baby. We can do it again sometime, I love seeing you all... loose, like this. Can I, maybe, fuck your thighs?”
Scorpius nodded, laughing as Albus scrambled to his other side and settled behind him.
“Oh,” Scorpius exhaled as Albus gathered the cum off of his stomach and rubbed it all over his cock. “That’s fucking hot,” he said, tilting his head back and pulling Albus in for a filthy kiss.
Breaking away, Albus grabbed the bottle of lube and slicked up Scorpius’ thighs. He guided his prick along Scorpius’ arsehole and down, along his perineum and the underside of his balls. Scorpius shifted backwards even more, flexing his thighs to create a tight slide for Albus.
Albus wrapped his arm around Scorpius’ torso, holding on for dear life as he began to rock his hips, his cock slipping between Scorpius’ legs.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he huffed into Scorpius’ neck, sucking on the skin beneath his ear.
“You’re doing so well, Albie. I love your thick cock fucking me like this. Think about how you’re going to fuck me someday.” Albus’ hips stuttered at the thought, his orgasm impending. His boyfriend knew just how to take him apart with his dirty ramblings, always feeling a little extra taboo in Scorpius’ posh accent. “Going to open me up, just like we did now, and then you’re going to fill me with your cock. It’s going to be so good, Albie.”
“Mmmm, I can’t wait to fuck you,” Albus groaned. He snapped his hips faster, arching his prick deeper between Scorpius’ thighs until it met cool air on the other side. The slide was maddening, just barely enough friction.
“That’s right, you’re going to fuck me, and then I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to fuck you slow until you’re begging me to come. Do you want that?”
“I want—I want that.” Albus could feel his orgasm building, that moment of perfect pacing and just a few more pumps. “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come.”
“Yes, you’re doing so good, come all over me.”
And Albus did. He grabbed his cock and pushed Scorpius onto his front a bit, hitching one of his thighs up to expose his pink hole, swollen and shiny from use. “Fuck, Scor,” Albus breathed out as he stroked himself to completion, splattering his load over Scorpius’ arse.
He rode out the last waves of his orgasm, admiring the sight of Scorpius laid out in front of him, covered in his cum. He dragged his thumb through it, pressing gently against Scorpius’ entrance.
“Do you want to just… put the tip in?” Scorpius whispered. He was arched awkwardly, looking over his shoulder as Albus had him pinned half on his front, his legs wide open.
“What, right now?” Albus searched Scorpius’ eyes, eager but not wanting to cross any boundaries.
“I’m just… curious.”
“Fuck, yeah, okay.” Albus leaned down, guiding his cock through the mess of cum and lube, and pressed it in slightly. Just the sight of his cock and Scorpius’ arsehole was enough to make him feel faint.
“You can go in a little more.”
Albus pressed harder, gripping himself tightly. His erection hadn’t started to flag, likely as a result of what was happening. The head of his cock disappeared, sucked into the tight heat as it slipped past the ring of muscle.
Scorpius inhaled sharply and Albus pulled out immediately. He took one last glance at the mess he’d made before crawling over Scorpius’ body and back up to face him.
“You didn’t have to stop.” Scorpius raised an eyebrow, kissing him lightly.
“Yes, I did,” Albus chuckled. “How did you feel?”
“Full?”
Albus hummed at that answer. “We don’t have to, you know, rush into that. And you don’t… you don’t have to… bottom.” His voice dropped at this last word.
Scorpius laughed brightly and pressed their lips together. “You don’t have to whisper. It’s just us. And I know I don’t have to but, well… that felt really good, before. I can’t wait to try it on you.”
Albus grinned. “Me neither.” He snuggled in closer to Scorpius. “I’ll clean us up in a minute. Can I sleep with you tonight?”
“Always.” Scorpius wrapped his arms around Albus’ shoulders and pulled him in. “I love you.”
Albus pressed into Scorpius’ neck, loving the feel of their bodies aligned, how they fit together just right. “I love you so much, Scor.”
“We can spend our whole life doing this, you know. Doing new things together.” Scorpius whispered into his hair.
Albus pulled back to look his boyfriend in the eye. “I know. I want that. I want to do everything with you.”
They sealed their promises for the future with a long, slow kiss.