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Shedding Old Skins	By : WillGirl Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Albus Severus/Scorpius Views: 5165 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Despite how large the Malfoy estate was, Albus knew his way around the sprawling house and gardens as well as any family member. After all this time, he could find his way through it blindfolded—which was just as well, because even though his eyes were open right now, he really wasn’t looking.

Albus barely saw the rooms they passed through, hardly noticed the long hallway, and tripped several times as they up climbed the tall staircase. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the lithe, pale figure in front of him, and his mind kept inserting flashes of other things—still all of Scorpius, but rarely standing and often undressed—and it made it hard to walk and much harder to focus.

Then suddenly they were in Scorpius’s bedroom and the door was locked behind them and Albus was having a hard time catching his breath. It had just occurred to him what level of privacy they had, here. This wasn’t an empty classroom they were hiding in; this wasn’t the top of the astronomy tower, crowded at the best of times; this wasn’t their dormitory, where even with locked doors and careful scheduling there was always the chance that someone might walk in.

This was Scorpius’s bedroom.

And they were all alone.

Albus grinned.

He grabbed Scorpius by the front of his shirt and yanked him into a hard, sudden kiss. Scorpius’s long fingers tangled in the back of Albus’s dark hair and held on tight. Albus pressed forward, rubbing his own hard-on against the bulge in Scorpius’s trousers. Scorpius moaned into Albus’s mouth and Albus shuddered.

Thin fingers slid out of Albus’s hair and trailed down his arms, leaving tingly shivers behind, before they closed loosely around Albus’s wrists.

“Come on,” murmured Scorpius, drawing back from the kiss just far enough to speak. He tugged Albus after him and Albus followed, stumbling slightly, as Scorpius led him across the room.

Albus had been in here before, of course; he’d even slept in Scorpius’s bed, sometimes, when he’d spent the night—or the week—at Scor’s house and they’d fallen asleep together talking, Albus too tired to bother to go to his guest room. Astoria had been the cause of that, after the first time she had found her son curled up asleep in a library chair; she had put her dainty foot down and insisted that if they were going to stay up chattering so late that they chattered themselves right to sleep, they would do it in a bed, thank you, because her precious son was not about to start sleeping in chairs. The boys had shrugged, undeterred, and obeyed her edict by simply doing their chattering while sprawled next to each other on the mound of pillows, and by now the idea of sleeping next to Scorpius was as natural as breathing.

But right now, it was different. Right now, sleep was the last thing on Albus’s mind.

In fact, his mind was the last thing on his mind. This was purely about the body, the corporeal, the physical; and that physical was, specifically, the chance to run fingers and tongue and cock across every last inch of Scorpius Malfoy.

The boys tumbled onto the bed together, their fingers already fumbling at one another’s clothing. Albus yanked Scorpius’s tie free and threw it over his shoulder, then attacked the rest of it. They were halfway naked, wearing random odds and ends, when Scorpius leaned in and whispered, “let’s have sex.”

Albus froze. “What?” he said.

Scorpius grinned shyly. “Well, if you’d like to,” he said. “I would.” He nibbled Albus’s ear, making the other boy shiver. “I want you inside me,” Scorpius whispered huskily.

Albus couldn’t help himself, he tackled Scorpius backwards with a kiss. Then they were both moaning and gasping, their hands moving everywhere, all coherent thought temporarily lost.

Finally Albus sat back, panting, his voice actually shaking as he spoke. “Are you, um, are you sure?” he asked.

Scorpius lay beneath him, flush-cheeked and swollen-lipped, his fair hair splayed out across the blankets beneath him and tousled across his forehead. If Albus ever had to describe the idea of desire to someone, he would have used the exact image that was in front of him right now.

“Yes,” said Scorpius, “I think so. I mean…can you think of a better time?”

Albus slowly shook his head. “No,” he said. “No, this is…this is perfect.”

He swallowed hard.

“A-all right, then,” Scorpius said. “Right. Well. Clothes first, I think, yes?”

“Yes,” agreed Albus.

They returned to their earlier efforts of undressing each other, but they were moving slower now, shy and nervous. Albus pulled Scorpius’s dark undershirt over his head, disheveling his hair further, and forced himself to meet Scor’s tentative smile with one of his own.

Albus was terrified.

They’d been intimate before, of course, many times—very intimate. But they hadn’t gone all the way, yet. They hadn’t shagged. Albus had thought about it, of course—sometimes thought very deliberately about it, when Scorpius wasn’t around to help—but they’d neither of them discussed it, not in earnest. They hadn’t been ready, and there’d been plenty of other things to do first, and then it really was difficult to find solitude at Hogwarts, and anyway, it was a pretty daunting concept…

He was daunted now, certainly.

But Scorpius’s breathless, “I want you inside me,” kept ringing in Albus’s head. The words coiled like fire in his gut, and just beneath it as well. He was practically throbbing with his desire to be exactly where Scorpius had said he wanted him. Albus was frightened, still, but now he was fixated, as well. The idea had settled, and now it would not leave him be. He had to be inside Scorpius, right now, all hesitations be damned.

He grinned at Scor, thinking that he had never seen anything as beautiful in his life as his pale blond boyfriend.

Scorpius managed a smile, trying hard not to let on how nervous he was. He wasn’t entirely certain why he’d said that. He did want it, of course, but he wasn’t sure that he was ready for that now. He’d said it, though, and he certainly didn’t want to take it back. And besides, the moment really did feel perfect...

He drew in a deep breath that shook the whole way into his lungs and out again. This time the smile was more confident, he could tell. He couldn’t let Albus see how anxious he was about this, or Albus would shy away, he knew it. And he didn’t want that; he wanted Albus, and he wanted him now.

Scorpius tugged Albus’s boxers down around his knees and trailed light kisses all the way from pubic hair to chin, then captured the other boy’s lips with his own. They fell over into the kiss, Scorpius landing on top of his friend. Together they managed to squirm Albus out of his underclothes without breaking the kiss more than once or twice.

Then it was Scorpius’s turn. He rolled over so that Albus could lean across him and tug the short silk pants off. That joined the rest of their clothes on the floor. The two boys stared at one another, suddenly terrified, and there they stopped, afraid somehow even to touch one another again.

Scorpius swallowed hard. He knew that if they paused now, they wouldn’t be able to overcome their hesitation enough to start up again. And while whatever they might do instead would no doubt be as wonderful as ever, the idea of more was out there now, and Scorpius wasn’t going to settle for anything less, not right now.

He took a deep breath and sat up. He squeezed Albus’s shoulder for reassurance—whether offering it or drawing some for himself, he didn’t know—and climbed off the bed. Albus’s eyes were wide and worried as they followed him across the room.

“Scor—” Albus whispered, but too quietly for the other boy to hear him. We don’t have to, he wanted to say, but his mouth had gone dry and he couldn’t form the words. But they didn’t, he didn’t need sex, he just needed Scorpius, and now he was walking away. Albus had done something wrong, or Scorpius had changed his mind—and that was fine, he just had to come back—but Albus didn’t know what to do…

But Scorpius just rummaged in one of his drawers for a moment before turning back and, blushing furiously, he returned to the bed. He climbed back up next to Albus, who let out a heavy breath of relief and wrapped an arm around Scor’s shoulders for the comfort of contact.

“I, um…this should help,” Scorpius said. He dropped his gaze, too embarrassed to maintain eye contact, and held out a small jar to Albus. The dark-haired boy took it and turned the jar over a few times in his hands.

“What is it?” Albus asked curiously.

“Lubrication,” Scorpius said quietly. He had gone absolutely crimson. “I’ve been, um, I read up, I mean, on…well, on the process of…you know…and, uh, and it’s…recommended…”

Albus bit his lip to keep from laughing but a small snicker still escaped. “Trust you to do your research,” he teased the other boy. Albus was studious enough himself, sure, but Scorpius was without any doubt a full-blown swot. Of course he’d have, “read up on the process,” and thus made the requisite acquisitions, and thank goodness he had, because Albus had not been prepared for their current eventuality. That jar was definitely going to come in handy.

Albus nuzzled Scor’s cheek and neck until the mortified boy recovered enough to raise his eyes from the bedcovers. Albus captured his lips and kissed him until he relaxed. “That was a good idea,” he murmured reassuringly. “It’s a good thing one of us plans ahead…”

Scorpius shrugged, still blushing a little. “I wasn’t planning anything,” he protested. “I just thought it would be a good idea to be…ready. In case.”

Albus nodded. “It certainly was,” he said, and twisted the lid off the jar. “So…are you?” he asked. “Ready, I mean?”

Scorpius hesitated, then nodded jerkily. “Yes,” he said, not sounding particularly confident. He took a deep breath. “Yes,” he said again, more firmly this time, “I’m ready. Are you?”

Albus nodded. “Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, okay. Let’s, um…yeah.”

They grinned at one another nervously, then slid apart on the bed. Scorpius leaned down and Albus leaned after him, digging his fingers into the jar of goop. “Okay?” he asked.

“Okay,” Scorpius agreed.

Albus bent down and kissed him. Scorpius tangled a hand in Albus’s hair and tilted up into the kiss. Albus reached down between Scorpius’s legs and gently slid a dripping, sticky finger up his arse. Scorpius groaned into Albus’s mouth, his back arching in pleasure. He pressed up against Albus, the two boys rubbing together impatiently.

“More,” Scorpius gasped, and Albus carefully added a second finger. Scorpius moaned and squirmed. He pushed down on the fingers as Albus thrust upwards, their rhythms matching and then speeding up together. This much they had done before, and confidence slowly trickled back in. Scorpius tugged on Albus’s hair, pulling him down for another kiss. Albus slipped away from the other boy’s lips and trailed nips and kisses down Scorpius’s pale neck, then out across his clavicle. Scorpius shivered with delight.

“Now, please,” Scorpius gasped. Albus ignored him. Scorpius wasn’t the only one who’d done a bit of research, and Albus knew that his boyfriend was nowhere near ready to take his first cock up the arse. He kept thrusting and stretching with his fingers, grinning as Scorpius grew gradually less and less coherent.

When Scorpius was panting helplessly, clutching at the bedcovers and shaking with restrained ecstasy, and looking more beautiful than could be imagined, Albus at last pulled his fingers out. He wiped his hand on the sheet—winced at getting the expensive fabric so messy, then shrugged; it would see more mess, and he knew the Malfoys’ Elves were good at cleaning. This might be a different sort of mess than what he and Scor usually left, but it surely wouldn’t be the worst.

And besides, no matter how messy they might get along the way, it was surely going to be well worth it in the end.

Albus swallowed hard and reached for the jar again with hands that trembled. He fumbled, nearly dropping it in his nervousness, before he got everything sorted out properly.

Scorpius’s eyes fluttered back open and he silently watched Albus. His pale face was flushed, and Albus imagined that he was probably equally pink-cheeked himself right now.

“You still sure about this?” Albus asked quietly.

Scorpius nodded. “Yes,” he said. “Are you?”

Albus smiled trepidatiously. “Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, I’m…I am.”

“If you don’t want to—”

“No, no I do!” Albus reassured the other boy quickly. “I just…I’m worried, is all,” he admitted with a shy grimace. “I mean, I don’t want to hurt you, or…”

“You won’t,” said Scorpius confidently. “We’ll be fine and,” he grinned, “I hope a lot more than just fine, honestly.”

Albus laughed. “Yeah,” he said, “well, we are pretty awesome, so…”

Scorpius snickered. “Exactly,” he said. “Nothing to worry about.”

“Okay,” said Albus. “Just, tell me if…”

“Yeah,” said Scorpius. “You, too.”

They exchanged nods and very, very nervous smiles. Albus took a deep breath and dug his fingers back into the jar. He slathered more of the not-quite-body-temperature goop on Scorpius, and then on himself as well. He shivered, set the jar aside, and took a moment to try and settle his nerves.

It didn’t work.

He pressed ahead anyway, moving down towards Scorpius. The other boy obligingly lifted his legs, pulling his knees back towards his chest. Albus braced himself up with one arm and held his stiff cock loosely with his other hand so that he could guide it in. He paused on the very brink, both boys trembling at the slight, torturously teasing contact between arsehole and knob end.

Albus adjusted his grip to get a better angle. Everything was very slick down there, positively dripping; he’d probably used too much lubrication, but he figured better too much than too little. He certainly didn’t want to hurt Scorpius, and he had never done this before. He knew the theory well enough but still wasn’t entirely sure what he ought to do, not exactly. Not the specifics, the details. He’d have to work those out as he went, and the slicker it was the easier that would be, he hoped.

Better safe than sorry.

And, it occurred to Albus, Scorpius was a little…well…delicate. He was well-toned from all that Quidditch playing, but definitely skinny rather than muscular; even skinnier than Albus, and he didn’t boast much in the way of bulk, either. They both of them had what was referred to as a “Seeker build,” despite their positions as Chasers. Scor was slender, and svelte, and still a few inches shorter than Albus. The pale boy’s sharp, aristocratic features had an air of china-doll fragility and his lithe body felt suddenly very vulnerable beneath Albus’s hands.

Albus hesitated. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt Scor…

“Oh, please…why are you waiting…” Scorpius squirmed, rubbing against Albus impatiently.

Albus swallowed hard and eased forward, just a little bit. For a long, terrifying moment, nothing happened; it was like Scorpius’s arse had clamped shut, an impenetrable wall, the hole too small to allow Albus entry. Scorpius’s lips went white and thin and he shuddered, and Albus hesitated, torn between pushing harder and pulling back. Then with a sudden pop, the dripping tip of his cock slipped inside Scorpius, who gasped and twitched. That thin circle of muscles convulsed around the hard shaft, drawing Albus inwards. Albus groaned, biting his lip; he wasn’t sure if it was pleasure or agony to be sliding so slowly into the tight, hot warmth of Scorpius, but it was certainly exquisite either way.

“You…all right?” he gasped.

Scorpius nodded violently, breathing too heavily for easy speech. Albus shivered and pushed in further, very slowly. Scorpius moaned and curled his legs around Albus’s sides, urging him onwards with light pressure from his heels against Albus’s back.

Scorpius was shaking, his eyes closed. He was trying very, very hard to stay relaxed, but it was difficult. Albus was a lot bigger than his fingers, and Scorpius felt stretched and taut. Even with all of that lubricating gel keeping things slick and slippery he could still feel every centimeter as Albus gently pressed his way in. It wasn’t painful, not exactly, but it was certainly uncomfortable.

He squirmed against the friction, trying to find some relief from the strain. Scorpius knew it would pass—should pass—as he adjusted to the new sensation; it was just like any other sort of physical exertion, in that neglected muscles being used in new ways tended to ache…or so he had read, anyway.

And certainly he liked the idea of having Albus inside of him; he just had to get used to the reality, which was a lot larger than he had imagined. He felt stretched quite nearly to the breaking point already, speared on Albus’s cock, and shaking pleasurably at every tentative little thrust. Albus dug a little bit deeper each time he moved inside Scorpius, and Scorpius gasped and moaned, writhing with abandon. He would have been mortified if anyone but Albus ever saw him like this: dignity and restraint completely abandoned, utterly lost in uncomfortable lust.

But dignity and restraint had nothing to do with this: with the way he felt with Albus thrusting inside of him…

Scorpius forced his eyes open so that he could look through their fluttering lashes at his boyfriend’s face. Albus’s eyes were closed, that brilliant green hidden, and he was panting wantonly, his mouth half-open and tempting. Scorpius would have pulled him down for a kiss but he wasn’t sure that he could manage that much command of his extremities right now. His fingers were tangled in the bedcovers; they were clutching desperately at the silky cloth, and his arms were trembling with the effort of holding on.

Besides, Albus’s face was a juxtaposition of absorbed focus and wild desire, and Scorpius didn’t want to break his concentration, especially not when the subject under such concentration was he, himself.

He was very much enjoying Albus’s…focus.

Scorpius glanced down further and then he paled slightly. He did his best to quell the sudden flash of anxiety that fluttered in his stomach and crawled up the back of his throat, making him swallow very hard. Either he hid it well or Albus was—understandably—just too distracted right now to notice the flicker of nerves, because his attentions did not slacken.

Scorpius closed his eyes again. It was hard to keep them open anyway against the overwhelming sensations that Albus was sending pulsing up through him right now; but it was furthermore better, Scorpius decided, if he wasn’t watching, not this first time at least. He felt nearly ready to split open around the penetrating spear of Albus’s cock already and, he had seen, Albus was barely halfway inside.

Scorpius tried hard not to tense up at the realization, but couldn’t quite manage it. Albus moaned and shoved in deeper, his cock scraping against the suddenly tighter sides of Scorpius’s already taut walls. Scorpius gasped, flinching.

“S-sorry,” Albus stammered, barely coherent. He drew to a stop, shaking with the effort of restraining the insistent rhythm of desire. “We can…we can stop…”

“N-no,” said Scorpius, “no, I just…just need a minute…”

Albus nodded. He wrapped his arms around Scorpius’s thighs and curled clutching fingers around the paler boy’s knees, holding on desperately.

They hung like that, suspended in mid-fuck, for what felt like an eternity but was in reality probably no more than two or three minutes. They both panted heavily, their limbs shaking. Their cocks shook, too; Albus’s trembling inside him, rubbing against the straining walls of its hot sheathe.

Scorpius took deep breaths, willing himself to relax. It did feel good, just—tight. And he was nervous, he could admit that to himself; very nervous. But that was no reason to panic. That wouldn’t help anything. He just had to calm down, and loosen back up, and everything would be fine…

“More lube?” Albus asked anxiously.

Scorpius shook his head. “It’s fine,” he panted, “I just…just got nervous. Sorry.” He blushed miserably, hating himself a little bit for such a preposterous weakness.

“It’s okay.” Albus leaned down—Scorpius’s breath caught at the way Albus shifted inside him when he moved—and kissed him gently. “We really can stop,” he said softly, although Scorpius could feel how much his friend didn’t want to. “It’s a lot to…” Albus hesitated.

“Take in?” Scorpius finished, smirking wryly.

Albus flushed. “Well…yes,” he said. A bead of sweat rolled down his nose and tumbled loose, grazing Scorpius’s pale cheek as it fell.

Scorpius wrapped his arms around Albus and pulled him down for another kiss. The stiff rod of Albus’s cock tugged at his insides as their positions shifted and Scorpius shivered. “No,” he said, “I don’t want to stop. I just…freaked out for a moment.”

Albus stared at him, brows furrowed in concern. “Did I hurt you?” he asked worriedly.

Scorpius grinned. “No,” he said, “I just freaked myself out, honestly. We can keep going now.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Albus protested anxiously.

“I’m fine,” Scorpius insisted, “it’s fine. We can continue—I want to continue. Please.”

Albus chewed his lip, hesitating.

Scorpius pushed up against him, rubbing his own sticky cock against Albus’s torso; sliding Albus’s deeper inside himself. “Please,” he said again, his normally lilting voice gone husky.

Albus groaned and thrust forward instinctively in response to Scorpius’s movement. Scorpius moaned and moved with him, making himself focus more on the distracting friction against his own cock rather than on how strained Albus’s was making him feel as it pressed in further and further.

It was starting to feel better, less tight, as they moved together. Maybe Scorpius had just needed to participate more, or maybe he was just getting used to the activity. He still felt impossibly full and couldn’t imagine how Albus was going to squeeze the rest of himself inside, but Scorpius found himself beginning to almost look forward to finding out.

Albus moved as gently as he could, fighting his own body, fighting the urge to just thrust as hard and deep as he could, all at once; sheathe himself inside Scorpius, bury every last millimeter of pleasure in that hot, constricting, impossibly tight tunnel and just let go…

Albus groaned, shaking with restraint. He had both hands braced against the bed again, and his toes dug at the blankets for enough purchase to push against. Scorpius thrust up beneath him, that thin ring of muscles convulsing around Albus, drawing him in deeper. Albus obliged, eagerness and anxiety warring within him. He loved Scorpius too much to ever, ever want to hurt him, but that feeling—the feeling of being not just held by but encased within Scorpius—made it hard to resist the desire to just fuck him, grind him all the way into the mattress and watch him writhe with pleasure.

Of course, he was writhing already—with only pleasure, and no pain, Albus hoped desperately—even at the gentle, hesitant thrusts that were all Albus would allow himself right now. Scorpius’s fair hair flopped, deliciously tousled, across his forehead, and splayed loose across the blankets; his long eyelashes fluttered ceaselessly, the icy grey of his eyes hidden behind passion; his pale skin glistened with sweat and his graceful, wantonly splayed limbs trembled with exertion or ecstasy or both.

Albus thrust far further, he couldn’t help it, Scor looked so beautiful…

Scorpius’s back arched and his whole body shuddered. He heels ground into the blankets, digging into the silky fabric for purchase. He keened: a raw, helpless sound of delirious pleasure. Fingers wrapped tight around Albus’s shoulders and scrabbled for purchase, clutching desperately.

“A-a-gain,” Scorpius stammered. “Do that—a-gain.”

Albus grinned and did so, aiming his thrust for the same spot, the same speed. Scorpius moaned, practically convulsing around Albus. Albus gasped something that might had been Scorpius’s name and moved again, harder, pushing deeper. Scorpius keened again, helplessly, clinging to Albus. He thrust with him, the two of them too lost in pleasure for thought or sense any longer.

They moved hard and fast, writhing together, all restraint abandoned. Now there was only the tight, delicious friction, and the feeling of two bodies joined as one.

Scorpius was shaking, he felt like he was going to snap in half, and he moaned for more. Albus couldn’t have stopped himself from giving Scorpius everything he wanted if he tried, and he didn’t. He was completely consumed by the feeling of Scorpius, the feeling of being surrounded by Scorpius. His arms were locked at the elbows and they trembled with the effort of holding himself up through each long, deep thrust.

The tense, strangling pressure of Scorpius’s almost painfully-tight hole rubbed wetly around his cock as Albus pushed and burrowed, shoving harder and deeper and tighter with each moan and gasp. He buried himself up to the hilt, his tender scrotum pressed against Scorpius, every last millimeter of his shaft sheathed in that hot, slick paradise. He pulled back and thrust in again, deep and hard; then back, and in again—

Scorpius cried out, his back arching off the bed and his head flung back suddenly in overwhelming ecstasy. His whole limber, pale body shook as he came, hot and thick and helpless against Albus’s tense stomach. He bucked desperately beneath the taller boy, shoving himself down recklessly on Albus’s eagerly obliging cock, his own spraying in wild bursts that matched each desperate moan.

Albus groaned and met him thrust for thrust, his own orgasm coming fast on the heels of Scor’s. He thrust a little bit harder with each long, hot spurt, and Scorpius wailed, his cry raw and desperate and loud. Tender muscles constricted around Albus’s spasming cock, tugging out every last drop of white, hot bliss. Somehow it all fit within that already overfull, straining tunnel; Scorpius’s eyes rolled back and he could see nothing but a blinding explosion of pleasure as the throbbing cock within him convulsed in thick spurts of ecstasy that matched his own.

Albus’s limbs buckled and he collapsed, spent and trembling, on top of his equally exhausted boyfriend. They lay for several minutes right where they’d fallen, panting desperately for air, lost in the shaking afterglow of unexpected sensations and deliciously trying exertion.

After a while Albus rolled reluctantly off of Scorpius. His limp cock slipped free with a wet pop, leaving a thick trail of cum leaking after it. Scorpius moaned and shuddered, writhing tiredly on the messy sheets. He felt strange, full and empty at the same time, and suddenly very much lacking in Albus, despite being within an arm’s length of the other boy.

Scorpius rolled after Albus and snuggled against him, neither boy caring that they were wet and sweaty and covered in one another’s cum. Scorpius summoned enough energy to plant a few gentle, sleepy kisses on his boyfriend’s lips and face, and they wrapped exhausted arms around one another.

Albus stroked damp locks of hair off of Scorpius’s pale, flushed face. The other boy’s grey eyes fluttered closed and he murmured something incoherent and unmistakably content as he nuzzled against Albus’s neck.

“I love you,” Albus whispered, and Scorpius sank into sleep with a soft smile on his pointed face.

Albus followed him seconds later.
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