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mini_festTitle: Like Fathers, Like Sons – A Debauched Christmas Holiday at Malfoy Manor
Author: ???
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Albus/Scorpius, Harry/Draco
Prompt(s): Prompt #74 Not exactly following the prompt to a tee, but inspired by it immensely!
Warnings: m/m explicit sex, voyeurism
Summary: Harry and Draco discover their sons’ relationship and react in a most unusual way.
Word Count: 3,844
beta: Bleedforyou1 generously beta’d what I gave her, but the mistakes left behind are mine. Next time, I’ll allow her to work her magic with the whole thing! Thank you, O beautiful one!
Disclaimer: Don’t own a thing – just having fun. For free.
Harry sighed, curling his toes and stretching them back out again, as he lay in a relaxed heap on the sofa in front of the cozy fire Draco had reloaded with little, charmed logs that smelled delicious – everything from cookies baking to freshly cut pine trees to apples and spice. Draco was a bloody genius with those charms.
The pair was lazing about in front of the fire, enjoying the scented logs and down time from their normally hectic work schedules. Draco was absently stroking Harry’s legs through his trousers as he gazed at Harry’s face, thinking how incredibly lucky he was to be with him here, lounging on the sofa, planning holiday adventures that included their sons, and for once, not worrying about his potions business. The shop had done remarkably well this holiday season, and he had left last minute shoppers to his assistants, promising to come in and help if and only if they became unable to brew or handle something on their own. Harry was relieved of Auror duties for an entire week, as he had pleaded his case, citing how he had faithfully worked through the last four Christmases with no grumbling. He had been awarded the break based on this, and was astounded that he had received it.
“Lily owled me that Ginny gave her some muggle ice skates to play with today, and she got the knack of it immediately. Got that extraordinary balance from her mum, she did. Ginny was always wicked fast on the broom. Lily seemed fine with her bruised backside because it was so much fun, she said. I guess her Uncle Ron made a complete dolt out of himself with a pair that Arthur forced him into, and that made Lily’s day.”
Draco just smiled as he listened to Harry recount what his children were doing these days, and he felt a little selfish for keeping Harry all for himself. Not enough to suggest inviting James and Lily to join them, though. If they were happy at The Burrow with their cousins, aunts, uncles and grandparents, so be it. He was not surprised Albus had tagged along, being such good mates with his own Scorpius. They were a right inseparable pair, those two. Slytherin to the core, and so unlike their own fathers at that age… Draco’s musings were interrupted when Harry sat up and stretched into a long yawn.
“I wonder how they will feel about the two days at the ski lodge? You know they will try and talk us into letting them stay here, don’t you?”
Draco looked at Harry’s slight smirk, and realized Harry had shifted his conversation to Albus and Scorpius. He smiled and said in his most seductive voice, “Well, perhaps we should let them persuade us and go it alone?” He reached out to lightly stroke Harry’s arm from his shoulder to his elbow and back again.
Harry only laughed softly and shook his head. “Don’t tempt me. You know we promised to spend time with these two before they turn eighteen and officially outgrow their dads altogether, right?”
Draco rolled his eyes and said, “I suppose so, but they’re getting their own suite.” He winked, and Harry smiled broadly at his suggestiveness.
“You know, those two are never around anymore. They always seem to disappear whenever there’s no food on the table. What have they been doing up there for the last two hours?” Harry pondered. Draco’s face clouded.
“I must say, I’ve been noticing that as well. Harry, you remember when I caught Scorpius with that Wizard Ecstasy Potion? The one that made them both hallucinate and act like total imbeciles? That shite was dangerous as all hell. You don’t suppose…well, you don’t think they would be foolish enough to be experimenting with that kind of rubbish again, do you?”
Harry looked a little alarmed. “I should hope not! I hadn’t considered that, but…Draco, we can’t let that happen again. They ended up so sick and…”
Draco stood and looked at Harry with a serious expression. “You remember that thing I set up after the incident? The spelled mirror-view into Scorpius’ room from that spot on the outside wall? He’d kill me if he knew I did that. I was just so worried he’d do it again, and talk Albus into joining him.”
“You said months ago you were removing that. Eliminating the spell.”
“I didn’t. Harry, it’s still there. Are you angry?”
“Of course not. I understand, I just think they deserve their privacy as teens. We have to trust them again sometime, love.”
Draco sighed. “Would you agree to simply check on them briefly and make sure they aren’t sneaking into any situations that would cause us more grief? I swear I’ll remove it if they aren’t.”
Harry nodded and stood in front of Draco. “That would be all right, I guess. I’ll never forget how ill that potion made Albus. When he came ‘back down to Earth,’ he was sore and nauseas for days.”
“Then you’ll do it?”
“Yes. We’ll check and then be done with it.”
Draco leaned in and kissed Harry, cupping his face with both hands. “You’re a good father, you know. And I love you even more because of it.”
Harry pulled his face back and looked into Draco’s eyes. “I love you more.” They shared another long, slow kiss before heading to the stairway up to Scorpius’ rooms.
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The hallway was darkened as Harry and Draco slinked down toward Scorpius’ door. Neither had whispered a word as they feared being heard by their sons. Draco slowly lifted his hand and brushed imaginary circles through the air over the portrait of the elaborate gardens bordering the Manor. The portrait misted over, and soon the window-like mirror replaced the image. A clear picture into Scorpius’ bedroom came into view as the fathers held their breath, hoping to see that their sons were not doing anything that would cause them panic. What they did see made them both gasp slightly, and lean in further with mouths agape. Harry and Draco stood motionless, in utter fascinated shock.
A shirtless Scorpius Malfoy was holding Albus Potter around the waist, kissing his neck like a delicious lolly, while Albus leaned his head back, eyes closed, lips parted. “God, Score,” he whispered, moving his hands to Scorpius’ shoulders, “that feels fucking incredible.” Scorpius smiled against his throat, and pulled him closer, pushing his hips against Albus, and giving a few solid grinds to prove his intent. Scorpius grasped the bottom of Albus’ shirt and peeled it up and off. He dropped it in the floor, and resumed his licking and sucking on the already pink skin of Albus’ neck. A soft moan rose from Albus’ throat.
Harry stood like a statue, frozen to the floor. He stared at the least likely sight he had ever expected to see – his son was making out with Scorpius, and appeared to be enjoying it a great deal. Harry turned his head to see Draco’s expression, and decided he looked completely petrified. Draco was paler than he had ever been, and hadn’t blinked.
“Draco?” Harry whispered in his most hushed tone, a thousand questions and comments loaded into the one word.
Draco swallowed and met Harry’s wide, round eyes. “What. The. Fuck?!!” He silently mouthed in return.
Harry unwillingly turned his eyes back to their sons, bewildered, but completely unable to look away. Draco resumed his gawking as well, and they both stood there together, in the dark hallway, jaws hanging slack at the unexpected scene unfolding right under their noses.
Albus jerked on Scorpius’ belt until it shook open. He pulled on the waist, as if encouraging him to pull his trousers open. Scorpius kept smirking that trademark Malfoy smirk, and lowered his mouth to Albus’. The blond was simply not messing around. He laved Albus’ mouth with his tongue, sensuously, slowly, until Albus ripped the front of his pants open and pushed them off his hip. They were running their hands over each other’s back, massaging the skin and tasting the other deeply and fully. Their passion was smouldering hot, and evident in the way they kissed, touched and could barely keep their eyes open for a split second. It was like watching live porn.
Their fathers had yet to move from their respective spots, in front of that little window, staring with morbid curiosity at the intense scene. Finally Draco spoke in an awestruck whisper. “They’re….they’re kissing. And touching each other.” He looked quickly, helplessly at Harry. “God, what the hell is wrong with me? I can’t…I can’t stop staring.”
Harry nodded slowly, still mesmerized by the unusual sight. He didn’t even bother to look at Draco. “I know. I can’t either. It’s like looking….”
Draco finished his sentence in a quiet voice. “…At us.”
After a moment, Draco moved closer to Harry, hoping for a sign that they should turn away, run away, bang on the portrait, anything. Anything besides stand there staring at what could have been a replica of their 17-year-old selves, had they been as sexually aggressive with each other as these two at that age.
Instead, he felt Harry’s arm slide around his waist and hold him firmly, almost as though the very action would hold him up as well. They watched their sons in wonder, listening to their own breathing in the silent hallway.
Scorpius’ trousers were now in a crumpled heap on the floor, as he stood barefoot in dark green, silk pants, stroking Albus’ chest, while Albus fumbled with his own zip. Eventually, with his trousers added to the floor, Albus was almost naked, too, in the smallest pair of maroon-colored briefs that Harry did not even know he owned. The two moved back together, kissing deeply, tongues visibly passing through the other’s mouth. Albus’ fingers were clenching and gripping Scorpius’ back, leaving angry red streaks in their wake. Both had swollen erections bulging against the thin fabric of their pants, and when Scorpius bent his knees, only to forcefully press up and into Albus’ groin, did Draco choke back a gasp. He loved grinding into Harry’s stiff cock through his underpants much the same way, teasing, letting him feel what he wanted to do to him.
Harry’s hand slid lower and smoothed down Draco’s arse cheek. Draco shuddered. This was so wrong. So fucking wrong. Why did he not care that he may actually be getting off on watching his son maul Albus Potter? It was a strange comfort that Harry wasn’t moving either, and he might be feeling similarly. He arched his back slightly as Harry’s hand squeezed a little harder.
Scorpius knelt down and held Albus by the arse, lowering his face to Albus’ straining erection. He nibbled through the fabric, licking his balls over and over, as Albus writhed into his mouth. The fabric became wet, as Scorpius’ hungry mouth lapped over his cock, chewing into the pants with his teeth. Albus shiny, wet tip poked out of the top of his pants and he pulled and scratched at Scorpius’ shoulders, soft grunts leaving his lips as Scorpius sucked his shaft mercilessly through the wet pants, and flicked his tongue over the exposed tip.
Draco could see Harry’s pained expression out of the corner of his eye, but he continued to stare at his son and his lover while he moved his own fingers up and through the back of Harry’s thick, black hair. Harry had been rubbing Draco’s arse firmly, but that same hand snaked around Draco’s front, and his fingers toyed with Draco’s zip. Draco put his own hand over Harry’s, encouraging the ministrations to carry on. When Draco’s cock twitched inside his trousers, Harry exhaled shakily, and tried to work on freeing Draco’s cock with as much stealth as possible.
Scorpius peeled Albus’ pants down, continuing to stab his tongue into the leaking slit of his stiff cock. He left them bunched around Albus’ thighs as he pulled him closer, grasping his arse with both hands. When Scorpius lowered his mouth over Albus’ cock, sucking in the first few inches, Albus’ knees buckled a bit, and he gripped Scorpius’ silky hair, thrusting his hips into his face. Scorpius swallowed him down, and began moving on his erection, up and down, over and over, while he continued to massage Albus’ muscular arse cheeks. Saliva pooled at the corners of his mouth as he sucked, and the fingers of one hand dipped into the crevice of Albus’ arse, seeking to smooth the tips over his tight hole.
Draco’s breath was coming in short, harsh pants as he tried his hardest to be quiet, but not quite succeeding. Harry had maneuvered his way into the front of Draco’s trousers, and had found Draco’s cock beginning to stiffen. Draco turned in slightly, and held Harry round the neck, still watching their sons with heavy, lust-filled eyes. Harry continued to stare as well, all the while wanking Draco with smooth, careful strokes. When Harry pulled on the bottom of Draco’s shirt, trying to untuck it from his trousers, Draco finally looked away from the window long enough to meet Harry’s eyes. They shared a silent stare for a moment, giving the other the consent to follow through with this perverse tryst that involved standing in the shadows, and secretly spying on the sexual encounter of their own sons. Some bizarre sense of excitement spurred them on, building the tension between them, making them hungry with the need to touch and taste the other. Both were positive it was the live version of the fantasy they had discussed at some point playing out before them – of how they both had wanted to devour the other at Hogwarts, but were in no position to sneak off together and engage in fucking the enemy. Both had wanted it, but neither had acted on it, fearing rejection and repercussions. Now, they were viewing what should have been them – the youthful versions of themselves in the throes of passion – and it was bloody hot. Harry pushed Draco’s shirt off his shoulders and resumed squeezing and stroking his cock. Draco pulled Harry closer to him, and rocked into his hand. Their eyes returned to the little window, and followed the movement inside.
Albus came with a hoarse shout, and pulled hard on Scorpius’ scalp. Scorpius caught most of the spunk inside his mouth, but pulled back to reveal a small trickle on his chin. His glassy eyes sought Albus’, seeking approval. Albus helped lift him from the floor, and immediately embraced him. “That was so good, baby. You’re so good to me.” Scorpius leaned in to kiss him, smearing the cum across Albus’ chin and lower lip. They were lewd, these two, but very passionate in their lovemaking, with an obvious showing of tenderness that somehow made it all right. Scorpius pulled his head back and nudged Albus’ cheek with his own. “Come lie down. I’m gonna fuck you so good, Al. You’ll feel my cock in you for days when we’re through.” Al shoved his pants the rest of the way down his legs, and kicked them off, while Scorpius shed his, too, and left them on the floor behind them. They stumbled the few paces to the large, king-sized bed, and dived on top of the unmade, mussed blankets and pillows, eager to stretch out and press their bodies together once more.
Harry sensed Draco’s impending orgasm, and stopped his hand. Draco’s frustrated whimper was cut short as he noticed how Harry was ripping off his own trousers. Draco frantically began stripping as well, and soon both were standing starkers in the hall. They froze for a moment when Al’s pleading voice could be heard through the tell-tale pane. “Scorpius. Put your fingers inside me. Stretch me good for that huge, hard cock.” Harry’s eyes widened at his son’s words, but Draco simply smirked at Harry’s confused expression. They both tried to stifle a quiet laugh, not sure if they were laughing at their sons’ colourful conversation, or the sheer absurdity of what they were doing. Draco reached for Harry’s hand and squeezed a few of his fingers, raising his eyebrows. Harry wasted no time whispering a spell that lubed them nicely. Draco braced his hands against the wall and spread his legs as far as he could comfortably stand it. Harry leaned in behind him, brushing his lips across his shoulder, and lowered his oily fingers to Draco’s tight hole. Their eyes were once again fixed on Scorpius’ bed, and their sons’ utterly sensuous lovemaking.
Albus had crawled to his knees with his upper body sinking into the mountain of pillows, allowing Scorpius full view of his waiting arse. Scorpius had a wild expression plastered on his face, and was staring hungrily at his target. He moved forward, inch by inch, until he could reach Albus, and ran one hand over his arse cheek while the other began to toy with Al’s puckered hole. When Scorpius abruptly plunged a finger inside, Al winced, yet moved backward to ensure it was buried as deeply as possible. Scorpius lowered his face to kiss and lick around his finger as he continued to twist and push his finger into Albus. He eventually added another, causing Albus to moan appreciatively.
Harry had been doing much the same to Draco, thrusting his fingers harder and harder until Draco finally whispered that he was ready for his cock, and not to make him wait any longer. Harry obliged by removing his fingers and guiding the head of his straining erection to Draco’s loosened hole. Harry bit back his usual loud moan of appreciation as he buried himself balls deep into Draco. He began to thrust, and Draco breathed heavily, stifling his own noise as best as he could. Harry couldn’t hold back his desire to slam into Draco, and upped the tempo to a rather reckless speed. It was clear that neither would be lasting very long, what with the erotic picture before their eyes growing hotter by the second. Draco couldn’t believe how turned on he felt by having Harry fuck him while he was about to watch his son fuck someone as well. It was insane. It was insane that Harry was completely agreeable to this. He could feel how excited Harry was by the way he was pounding into him, clutching his waist and chest tightly, and quickly losing control. Harry gritted his teeth and put forth his very best effort to keep as quiet as possible.
Scorpius had since flipped Albus onto his back and the two were staring into each other’s glassy eyes. Scorpius had pushed the head of his achingly hard cock into Albus, and was slowly savoring the feeling of being swallowed little by little into the tight heat of his hole. Albus whispered something neither Draco nor Harry could hear, and received a loving smile and a whispered response from Scorpius. Albus closed his eyes and arched slightly as Scorpius bore into him, thrusting slowly and steadily. They began to move, rhythmically, with Albus’ hands tracing up and down Scorpius’ bare back and arse. It was a sensual sight their fathers would likely never forget.
Draco lost the battle first, and came, spurting his come onto the wall before him. He wilted a bit in front of Harry, and knew that in moments Harry would spray his insides as well. Draco could feel him speed up slightly, losing control of the steady rhythm, and clutched his chest tightly as let loose his own fierce orgasm. They stood still for a moment, trying to regain their breath, watching as Scorpius quickened his pace inside of Albus.
Their sons did not stop for several minutes, pushing and thrusting, moaning into the other’s mouth. When Albus came across his own stomach, causing Scorpius to do the same inside of the tight heat of Albus’ clutching arse, Draco could hear Harry suck in his own breath in amazement. Draco watched while they eased the blanket around them, chuckling slightly as Scorpius said a spell to clean them both up a bit, marveling at his son’s wandless handiwork with a spell he often used on himself and Harry.
Harry slowly began pulling on his trousers, as did Draco, and they silently dressed in the quiet hallway, giving each other the small smiles of those who shared a very meaningful secret. Once fully clothed again, Harry sighed and folded his arms around Draco’s waist. “Well, that was interesting,” he softly mused. “Think we should leave that mirror intact a little while longer?” They both burst into giggles and fell into a tight embrace. Draco leaned back and looked into Harry’s eyes. “That may lead to more mischief on our part, you know. And to think we thought our boys were up to no good.” The comment led to more snickers which ended when Harry closed his mouth over Draco’s in a long, comfortable kiss. He backed Draco into the wall behind them, deepening the kiss, and settling into it. They did not hear the door to Scorpius’ room open behind them.
“What the….DAD?” Albus croaked into the hall. “What the hell are you doing out here?” He crossed his arms over his bare chest, looking down the hall as if he expected to see some reason surface for his father and Draco to be standing outside the bedroom door.
“Uh, oh…we were just going to knock and see if…are you two both in there? Did you want to have a snack with us? We just…” Harry’s alarmed voice trailed off as he ran out of things to stutter.
Scorpius had appeared behind Albus, also scantily dressed in just his boxers. “What’s going on with you two?” He was smirking slightly, and kept his calm while Albus continued to be flustered. He lifted his hands in an action of defeat. “Guess our little secret is out then? Hell of a way for you to find out about us, listening in at our door. For shame, father,” he teased, glancing over at Draco’s flushed face.
Four pairs of eyes scanned the others suspiciously for a moment, until Scorpius’ cheerful laugh rang through the hallway. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Dad, we were going to tell you, but Merlin, what do you say when…” Albus started. Harry effectively cut him off.
“It’s ok, son. Don’t worry. And we were NOT listening. Ok, we heard a little, but…damn. Just don’t worry.” Harry was secretly relieved they did not realize they had been seen as well as heard.
Scorpius pushed Albus gently on the back. “OK, then, snacks it is. I could use a drink actually.”
“Don’t push it, son.” Draco softly admonished as he turned toward the stairwell, sighing.
They awkward group walked to the top of the stairs. Scorpius stopped briefly and turned his face toward his dad. “About that ski lodge. We’re definitely going to want our own room…”
FIN
Author: ???
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Albus/Scorpius, Harry/Draco
Prompt(s): Prompt #74 Not exactly following the prompt to a tee, but inspired by it immensely!
Warnings: m/m explicit sex, voyeurism
Summary: Harry and Draco discover their sons’ relationship and react in a most unusual way.
Word Count: 3,844
beta: Bleedforyou1 generously beta’d what I gave her, but the mistakes left behind are mine. Next time, I’ll allow her to work her magic with the whole thing! Thank you, O beautiful one!
Disclaimer: Don’t own a thing – just having fun. For free.
Harry sighed, curling his toes and stretching them back out again, as he lay in a relaxed heap on the sofa in front of the cozy fire Draco had reloaded with little, charmed logs that smelled delicious – everything from cookies baking to freshly cut pine trees to apples and spice. Draco was a bloody genius with those charms.
The pair was lazing about in front of the fire, enjoying the scented logs and down time from their normally hectic work schedules. Draco was absently stroking Harry’s legs through his trousers as he gazed at Harry’s face, thinking how incredibly lucky he was to be with him here, lounging on the sofa, planning holiday adventures that included their sons, and for once, not worrying about his potions business. The shop had done remarkably well this holiday season, and he had left last minute shoppers to his assistants, promising to come in and help if and only if they became unable to brew or handle something on their own. Harry was relieved of Auror duties for an entire week, as he had pleaded his case, citing how he had faithfully worked through the last four Christmases with no grumbling. He had been awarded the break based on this, and was astounded that he had received it.
“Lily owled me that Ginny gave her some muggle ice skates to play with today, and she got the knack of it immediately. Got that extraordinary balance from her mum, she did. Ginny was always wicked fast on the broom. Lily seemed fine with her bruised backside because it was so much fun, she said. I guess her Uncle Ron made a complete dolt out of himself with a pair that Arthur forced him into, and that made Lily’s day.”
Draco just smiled as he listened to Harry recount what his children were doing these days, and he felt a little selfish for keeping Harry all for himself. Not enough to suggest inviting James and Lily to join them, though. If they were happy at The Burrow with their cousins, aunts, uncles and grandparents, so be it. He was not surprised Albus had tagged along, being such good mates with his own Scorpius. They were a right inseparable pair, those two. Slytherin to the core, and so unlike their own fathers at that age… Draco’s musings were interrupted when Harry sat up and stretched into a long yawn.
“I wonder how they will feel about the two days at the ski lodge? You know they will try and talk us into letting them stay here, don’t you?”
Draco looked at Harry’s slight smirk, and realized Harry had shifted his conversation to Albus and Scorpius. He smiled and said in his most seductive voice, “Well, perhaps we should let them persuade us and go it alone?” He reached out to lightly stroke Harry’s arm from his shoulder to his elbow and back again.
Harry only laughed softly and shook his head. “Don’t tempt me. You know we promised to spend time with these two before they turn eighteen and officially outgrow their dads altogether, right?”
Draco rolled his eyes and said, “I suppose so, but they’re getting their own suite.” He winked, and Harry smiled broadly at his suggestiveness.
“You know, those two are never around anymore. They always seem to disappear whenever there’s no food on the table. What have they been doing up there for the last two hours?” Harry pondered. Draco’s face clouded.
“I must say, I’ve been noticing that as well. Harry, you remember when I caught Scorpius with that Wizard Ecstasy Potion? The one that made them both hallucinate and act like total imbeciles? That shite was dangerous as all hell. You don’t suppose…well, you don’t think they would be foolish enough to be experimenting with that kind of rubbish again, do you?”
Harry looked a little alarmed. “I should hope not! I hadn’t considered that, but…Draco, we can’t let that happen again. They ended up so sick and…”
Draco stood and looked at Harry with a serious expression. “You remember that thing I set up after the incident? The spelled mirror-view into Scorpius’ room from that spot on the outside wall? He’d kill me if he knew I did that. I was just so worried he’d do it again, and talk Albus into joining him.”
“You said months ago you were removing that. Eliminating the spell.”
“I didn’t. Harry, it’s still there. Are you angry?”
“Of course not. I understand, I just think they deserve their privacy as teens. We have to trust them again sometime, love.”
Draco sighed. “Would you agree to simply check on them briefly and make sure they aren’t sneaking into any situations that would cause us more grief? I swear I’ll remove it if they aren’t.”
Harry nodded and stood in front of Draco. “That would be all right, I guess. I’ll never forget how ill that potion made Albus. When he came ‘back down to Earth,’ he was sore and nauseas for days.”
“Then you’ll do it?”
“Yes. We’ll check and then be done with it.”
Draco leaned in and kissed Harry, cupping his face with both hands. “You’re a good father, you know. And I love you even more because of it.”
Harry pulled his face back and looked into Draco’s eyes. “I love you more.” They shared another long, slow kiss before heading to the stairway up to Scorpius’ rooms.
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The hallway was darkened as Harry and Draco slinked down toward Scorpius’ door. Neither had whispered a word as they feared being heard by their sons. Draco slowly lifted his hand and brushed imaginary circles through the air over the portrait of the elaborate gardens bordering the Manor. The portrait misted over, and soon the window-like mirror replaced the image. A clear picture into Scorpius’ bedroom came into view as the fathers held their breath, hoping to see that their sons were not doing anything that would cause them panic. What they did see made them both gasp slightly, and lean in further with mouths agape. Harry and Draco stood motionless, in utter fascinated shock.
A shirtless Scorpius Malfoy was holding Albus Potter around the waist, kissing his neck like a delicious lolly, while Albus leaned his head back, eyes closed, lips parted. “God, Score,” he whispered, moving his hands to Scorpius’ shoulders, “that feels fucking incredible.” Scorpius smiled against his throat, and pulled him closer, pushing his hips against Albus, and giving a few solid grinds to prove his intent. Scorpius grasped the bottom of Albus’ shirt and peeled it up and off. He dropped it in the floor, and resumed his licking and sucking on the already pink skin of Albus’ neck. A soft moan rose from Albus’ throat.
Harry stood like a statue, frozen to the floor. He stared at the least likely sight he had ever expected to see – his son was making out with Scorpius, and appeared to be enjoying it a great deal. Harry turned his head to see Draco’s expression, and decided he looked completely petrified. Draco was paler than he had ever been, and hadn’t blinked.
“Draco?” Harry whispered in his most hushed tone, a thousand questions and comments loaded into the one word.
Draco swallowed and met Harry’s wide, round eyes. “What. The. Fuck?!!” He silently mouthed in return.
Harry unwillingly turned his eyes back to their sons, bewildered, but completely unable to look away. Draco resumed his gawking as well, and they both stood there together, in the dark hallway, jaws hanging slack at the unexpected scene unfolding right under their noses.
Albus jerked on Scorpius’ belt until it shook open. He pulled on the waist, as if encouraging him to pull his trousers open. Scorpius kept smirking that trademark Malfoy smirk, and lowered his mouth to Albus’. The blond was simply not messing around. He laved Albus’ mouth with his tongue, sensuously, slowly, until Albus ripped the front of his pants open and pushed them off his hip. They were running their hands over each other’s back, massaging the skin and tasting the other deeply and fully. Their passion was smouldering hot, and evident in the way they kissed, touched and could barely keep their eyes open for a split second. It was like watching live porn.
Their fathers had yet to move from their respective spots, in front of that little window, staring with morbid curiosity at the intense scene. Finally Draco spoke in an awestruck whisper. “They’re….they’re kissing. And touching each other.” He looked quickly, helplessly at Harry. “God, what the hell is wrong with me? I can’t…I can’t stop staring.”
Harry nodded slowly, still mesmerized by the unusual sight. He didn’t even bother to look at Draco. “I know. I can’t either. It’s like looking….”
Draco finished his sentence in a quiet voice. “…At us.”
After a moment, Draco moved closer to Harry, hoping for a sign that they should turn away, run away, bang on the portrait, anything. Anything besides stand there staring at what could have been a replica of their 17-year-old selves, had they been as sexually aggressive with each other as these two at that age.
Instead, he felt Harry’s arm slide around his waist and hold him firmly, almost as though the very action would hold him up as well. They watched their sons in wonder, listening to their own breathing in the silent hallway.
Scorpius’ trousers were now in a crumpled heap on the floor, as he stood barefoot in dark green, silk pants, stroking Albus’ chest, while Albus fumbled with his own zip. Eventually, with his trousers added to the floor, Albus was almost naked, too, in the smallest pair of maroon-colored briefs that Harry did not even know he owned. The two moved back together, kissing deeply, tongues visibly passing through the other’s mouth. Albus’ fingers were clenching and gripping Scorpius’ back, leaving angry red streaks in their wake. Both had swollen erections bulging against the thin fabric of their pants, and when Scorpius bent his knees, only to forcefully press up and into Albus’ groin, did Draco choke back a gasp. He loved grinding into Harry’s stiff cock through his underpants much the same way, teasing, letting him feel what he wanted to do to him.
Harry’s hand slid lower and smoothed down Draco’s arse cheek. Draco shuddered. This was so wrong. So fucking wrong. Why did he not care that he may actually be getting off on watching his son maul Albus Potter? It was a strange comfort that Harry wasn’t moving either, and he might be feeling similarly. He arched his back slightly as Harry’s hand squeezed a little harder.
Scorpius knelt down and held Albus by the arse, lowering his face to Albus’ straining erection. He nibbled through the fabric, licking his balls over and over, as Albus writhed into his mouth. The fabric became wet, as Scorpius’ hungry mouth lapped over his cock, chewing into the pants with his teeth. Albus shiny, wet tip poked out of the top of his pants and he pulled and scratched at Scorpius’ shoulders, soft grunts leaving his lips as Scorpius sucked his shaft mercilessly through the wet pants, and flicked his tongue over the exposed tip.
Draco could see Harry’s pained expression out of the corner of his eye, but he continued to stare at his son and his lover while he moved his own fingers up and through the back of Harry’s thick, black hair. Harry had been rubbing Draco’s arse firmly, but that same hand snaked around Draco’s front, and his fingers toyed with Draco’s zip. Draco put his own hand over Harry’s, encouraging the ministrations to carry on. When Draco’s cock twitched inside his trousers, Harry exhaled shakily, and tried to work on freeing Draco’s cock with as much stealth as possible.
Scorpius peeled Albus’ pants down, continuing to stab his tongue into the leaking slit of his stiff cock. He left them bunched around Albus’ thighs as he pulled him closer, grasping his arse with both hands. When Scorpius lowered his mouth over Albus’ cock, sucking in the first few inches, Albus’ knees buckled a bit, and he gripped Scorpius’ silky hair, thrusting his hips into his face. Scorpius swallowed him down, and began moving on his erection, up and down, over and over, while he continued to massage Albus’ muscular arse cheeks. Saliva pooled at the corners of his mouth as he sucked, and the fingers of one hand dipped into the crevice of Albus’ arse, seeking to smooth the tips over his tight hole.
Draco’s breath was coming in short, harsh pants as he tried his hardest to be quiet, but not quite succeeding. Harry had maneuvered his way into the front of Draco’s trousers, and had found Draco’s cock beginning to stiffen. Draco turned in slightly, and held Harry round the neck, still watching their sons with heavy, lust-filled eyes. Harry continued to stare as well, all the while wanking Draco with smooth, careful strokes. When Harry pulled on the bottom of Draco’s shirt, trying to untuck it from his trousers, Draco finally looked away from the window long enough to meet Harry’s eyes. They shared a silent stare for a moment, giving the other the consent to follow through with this perverse tryst that involved standing in the shadows, and secretly spying on the sexual encounter of their own sons. Some bizarre sense of excitement spurred them on, building the tension between them, making them hungry with the need to touch and taste the other. Both were positive it was the live version of the fantasy they had discussed at some point playing out before them – of how they both had wanted to devour the other at Hogwarts, but were in no position to sneak off together and engage in fucking the enemy. Both had wanted it, but neither had acted on it, fearing rejection and repercussions. Now, they were viewing what should have been them – the youthful versions of themselves in the throes of passion – and it was bloody hot. Harry pushed Draco’s shirt off his shoulders and resumed squeezing and stroking his cock. Draco pulled Harry closer to him, and rocked into his hand. Their eyes returned to the little window, and followed the movement inside.
Albus came with a hoarse shout, and pulled hard on Scorpius’ scalp. Scorpius caught most of the spunk inside his mouth, but pulled back to reveal a small trickle on his chin. His glassy eyes sought Albus’, seeking approval. Albus helped lift him from the floor, and immediately embraced him. “That was so good, baby. You’re so good to me.” Scorpius leaned in to kiss him, smearing the cum across Albus’ chin and lower lip. They were lewd, these two, but very passionate in their lovemaking, with an obvious showing of tenderness that somehow made it all right. Scorpius pulled his head back and nudged Albus’ cheek with his own. “Come lie down. I’m gonna fuck you so good, Al. You’ll feel my cock in you for days when we’re through.” Al shoved his pants the rest of the way down his legs, and kicked them off, while Scorpius shed his, too, and left them on the floor behind them. They stumbled the few paces to the large, king-sized bed, and dived on top of the unmade, mussed blankets and pillows, eager to stretch out and press their bodies together once more.
Harry sensed Draco’s impending orgasm, and stopped his hand. Draco’s frustrated whimper was cut short as he noticed how Harry was ripping off his own trousers. Draco frantically began stripping as well, and soon both were standing starkers in the hall. They froze for a moment when Al’s pleading voice could be heard through the tell-tale pane. “Scorpius. Put your fingers inside me. Stretch me good for that huge, hard cock.” Harry’s eyes widened at his son’s words, but Draco simply smirked at Harry’s confused expression. They both tried to stifle a quiet laugh, not sure if they were laughing at their sons’ colourful conversation, or the sheer absurdity of what they were doing. Draco reached for Harry’s hand and squeezed a few of his fingers, raising his eyebrows. Harry wasted no time whispering a spell that lubed them nicely. Draco braced his hands against the wall and spread his legs as far as he could comfortably stand it. Harry leaned in behind him, brushing his lips across his shoulder, and lowered his oily fingers to Draco’s tight hole. Their eyes were once again fixed on Scorpius’ bed, and their sons’ utterly sensuous lovemaking.
Albus had crawled to his knees with his upper body sinking into the mountain of pillows, allowing Scorpius full view of his waiting arse. Scorpius had a wild expression plastered on his face, and was staring hungrily at his target. He moved forward, inch by inch, until he could reach Albus, and ran one hand over his arse cheek while the other began to toy with Al’s puckered hole. When Scorpius abruptly plunged a finger inside, Al winced, yet moved backward to ensure it was buried as deeply as possible. Scorpius lowered his face to kiss and lick around his finger as he continued to twist and push his finger into Albus. He eventually added another, causing Albus to moan appreciatively.
Harry had been doing much the same to Draco, thrusting his fingers harder and harder until Draco finally whispered that he was ready for his cock, and not to make him wait any longer. Harry obliged by removing his fingers and guiding the head of his straining erection to Draco’s loosened hole. Harry bit back his usual loud moan of appreciation as he buried himself balls deep into Draco. He began to thrust, and Draco breathed heavily, stifling his own noise as best as he could. Harry couldn’t hold back his desire to slam into Draco, and upped the tempo to a rather reckless speed. It was clear that neither would be lasting very long, what with the erotic picture before their eyes growing hotter by the second. Draco couldn’t believe how turned on he felt by having Harry fuck him while he was about to watch his son fuck someone as well. It was insane. It was insane that Harry was completely agreeable to this. He could feel how excited Harry was by the way he was pounding into him, clutching his waist and chest tightly, and quickly losing control. Harry gritted his teeth and put forth his very best effort to keep as quiet as possible.
Scorpius had since flipped Albus onto his back and the two were staring into each other’s glassy eyes. Scorpius had pushed the head of his achingly hard cock into Albus, and was slowly savoring the feeling of being swallowed little by little into the tight heat of his hole. Albus whispered something neither Draco nor Harry could hear, and received a loving smile and a whispered response from Scorpius. Albus closed his eyes and arched slightly as Scorpius bore into him, thrusting slowly and steadily. They began to move, rhythmically, with Albus’ hands tracing up and down Scorpius’ bare back and arse. It was a sensual sight their fathers would likely never forget.
Draco lost the battle first, and came, spurting his come onto the wall before him. He wilted a bit in front of Harry, and knew that in moments Harry would spray his insides as well. Draco could feel him speed up slightly, losing control of the steady rhythm, and clutched his chest tightly as let loose his own fierce orgasm. They stood still for a moment, trying to regain their breath, watching as Scorpius quickened his pace inside of Albus.
Their sons did not stop for several minutes, pushing and thrusting, moaning into the other’s mouth. When Albus came across his own stomach, causing Scorpius to do the same inside of the tight heat of Albus’ clutching arse, Draco could hear Harry suck in his own breath in amazement. Draco watched while they eased the blanket around them, chuckling slightly as Scorpius said a spell to clean them both up a bit, marveling at his son’s wandless handiwork with a spell he often used on himself and Harry.
Harry slowly began pulling on his trousers, as did Draco, and they silently dressed in the quiet hallway, giving each other the small smiles of those who shared a very meaningful secret. Once fully clothed again, Harry sighed and folded his arms around Draco’s waist. “Well, that was interesting,” he softly mused. “Think we should leave that mirror intact a little while longer?” They both burst into giggles and fell into a tight embrace. Draco leaned back and looked into Harry’s eyes. “That may lead to more mischief on our part, you know. And to think we thought our boys were up to no good.” The comment led to more snickers which ended when Harry closed his mouth over Draco’s in a long, comfortable kiss. He backed Draco into the wall behind them, deepening the kiss, and settling into it. They did not hear the door to Scorpius’ room open behind them.
“What the….DAD?” Albus croaked into the hall. “What the hell are you doing out here?” He crossed his arms over his bare chest, looking down the hall as if he expected to see some reason surface for his father and Draco to be standing outside the bedroom door.
“Uh, oh…we were just going to knock and see if…are you two both in there? Did you want to have a snack with us? We just…” Harry’s alarmed voice trailed off as he ran out of things to stutter.
Scorpius had appeared behind Albus, also scantily dressed in just his boxers. “What’s going on with you two?” He was smirking slightly, and kept his calm while Albus continued to be flustered. He lifted his hands in an action of defeat. “Guess our little secret is out then? Hell of a way for you to find out about us, listening in at our door. For shame, father,” he teased, glancing over at Draco’s flushed face.
Four pairs of eyes scanned the others suspiciously for a moment, until Scorpius’ cheerful laugh rang through the hallway. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Dad, we were going to tell you, but Merlin, what do you say when…” Albus started. Harry effectively cut him off.
“It’s ok, son. Don’t worry. And we were NOT listening. Ok, we heard a little, but…damn. Just don’t worry.” Harry was secretly relieved they did not realize they had been seen as well as heard.
Scorpius pushed Albus gently on the back. “OK, then, snacks it is. I could use a drink actually.”
“Don’t push it, son.” Draco softly admonished as he turned toward the stairwell, sighing.
They awkward group walked to the top of the stairs. Scorpius stopped briefly and turned his face toward his dad. “About that ski lodge. We’re definitely going to want our own room…”
FIN
