Side-along is always disconcerting; he clings to Draco as the land after Apparating, struggles to get his balance. He doesn’t have much time before Draco has him against the wall, fingers deftly undressing him while Draco kisses him thoroughly.

It’s a surprisingly pleasant to get over the dizziness.

“I want to see you on your knees,” Draco murmurs, nipping at the soft skin behind Teddy’s ear.

“I want you to fuck me into the mattress,” Teddy counters. He pushes at Draco’s clothes, and frustrated, sends them flying with a wave of his wand. Draco may be well over forty years old, but he’s still fit. His skin is softer, a little looser across the belly. Teddy vaguely remembers the Draco of twenty years before, and he thinks Draco looks better now. Less sharp. More inviting.

Teddy’s clothes are gone as well, his erection thick in the cool air of the room. Draco’s bedroom—full of rich mahogany and warm tapestries upon the wall. Draco’s palm curls against Teddy’s cheek, then he nudges, and Teddy willingly goes to his knees.

They turn so that Draco can lean against the wall as Teddy swallows him down. Teddy’s throat opens easily—he’s learned a lot of tricks over the years about being a metamorphmagus—and Draco slides into him with a groan. Fingers twist in Teddy’s dark hair, and Teddy whines as Draco tugs.

“Fuck,” Draco whispers, and when Teddy glances up, Draco is staring down at him, gazed fixed on his lips. “Fuck, you look so good.”

Teddy pulls off, a thin trail of precome stringing from Draco’s prick to his lip. He licks it away. “You can say it,” he tells him. “I know you to pretend I’m him. It’s okay.”

Draco blinks, hesitates. “Suck me,” he orders quietly, and after several breaths, he says it again. “Suck me… Albus.”

Teddy swirls his tongue around the head, then sucks him in again. He works his mouth down, lets Draco fuck into the back of his throat. Draco murmurs Albus’s name softly, as he fucks Teddy’s mouth until Teddy’s eyes water and he has to pull away to breath. Teddy jacks him slowly with his hand, twisting along the length of Draco’s prick.

“I want you to fuck me,” Teddy tells him again.

Draco straightens up, points at the bed. “Lie down, Albus. Face down, arse up.” There’s only the faintest of hesitations over the name, as if Draco has sunk wholeheartedly into the fantasy. Teddy gets up slowly, runs a hand over Draco’s chest.

“Hard,” Teddy says. “Fuck me hard.”

He lies across the end of the bed, his feet on the floor, spread so that his balls hang down and his cock is trapped between himself and the comforter. His head is pillowed on his arms, his eyes closed.

A spell, and slick lubricant coats his crack. Draco strokes his fingers over Teddy’s hole, pushing one inside; Teddy whines. “Fuck. More.”

“Patience.” Draco works that one finger past the knuckle, crooks it and twists. He fucks Teddy slowly before he adds a second, waiting until Teddy accepts him. His voice is low, soothing. “I’m going to get you loose, Albus,” Draco murmurs. “Get you so loose that you can take me in one stroke, so I can pound into you. We’re going to make the bed shake, and you’re going to come from me fucking you.”

The entire time, Draco’s fingers stroke inside of him, first two, then three. Teddy shudders at the sensation, his body rocking, cock pressed against the comforter. “I’m ready,” Teddy tells him. “Please, I’m ready.”

“Are you sure?” Draco’s fingers slip free with a slick pop, and Teddy whines at the loss. “I think you might be, look how loose you are.”

Draco lines up, the head of his cock thick and bulbous. Teddy breathes through it as Draco presses in, his body giving way to grant him entrance. Then oh fuck, Draco pushes in hard and he’s seated bollocks deep, hips pressed against Teddy’s arse.

Teddy’s so full, so fucking full, and it’s Draco fucking him.

It’s bloody amazing.

“There we go.” Draco rocks back, thrusts hard, and Teddy cries out from the friction. Draco doesn’t hold back, hips snapping as he fucks into him, fast and deep. Every swaying motion grinds Teddy against the bed, and it isn’t going to take long.

Teddy grunts as Draco twists his hips, and pleasure washes over him. “Fuck, Draco, fuck….” Teddy groans as he comes, tightening down, thighs stiff and back bowed. Fingers press against his hips and Draco stills behind him, warmth flooding Teddy from the inside.

Teddy slumps forward with a sigh. He feels the loss keenly when Draco withdraws, and is surprised when Draco tugs him up onto the bed and lies behind him, front pressed against Teddy’s back, one arm thrown around him.

Fingers stroke through Teddy’s short, spiky hair. It’s gone back to its usual color and style in the aftermath of the orgasm, in those brief moments when Teddy lost control. “I can put it back,” he says.

“You look better like this,” Draco tells him quietly. “Ted….”

“You don’t have to say anything.” Teddy doesn’t want to know what this meant, what it means going forward. It doesn’t have to mean anything, really. It’s just this once, and he knows it. This one thing he could do for Draco.

“Yes, I do.” Draco’s fingers curl against Teddy’s cheek. “Thank you, for giving me the one thing I couldn’t possibly have. And for giving me yourself, which is an even greater gift.”

“If it’s such a good gift, maybe you should keep it.” Teddy bites his tongue after the quip slips free, dreading the silence that follows.

“Perhaps I will,” Draco muses, and warmth spreads in Teddy’s belly. He relaxes back against Draco, accepts the moment for what it is.

“I can be whoever you want me to be,” Teddy offers quietly.

Draco touches his hair, his cheek, rests his head on Teddy’s shoulder. “As lovely as it was, I think perhaps you ought to just be you from here on out.”

Hope is heady thing, pleasant and warm. “I think I can do that,” Teddy agrees. Anything, as long as he has a chance.

That was wonderful. I love your Teddy, I love how he gives this to Draco and how much Draco truly appreciates it, and more so, truly appreciates Teddy. And it was incredibly hot, too, god. Delicious.

<3 Thank you so much!!

Ooo, that was wonderful! I really liked this complicated, sort of fucked-up scenario, and how they both find a bit of closure in the act, and a way to (hopefully) move on and be happy together. Lovely.

I wanted to give them that bit of hope... Teddy certainly hopes they might have a future now!

Mm. Lovely. A little heartbroken there until Draco changes his mind a the end. I'm glad they both ended with not only what they wanted, but what they needed. :)

Yes, yes, that exactly! Thank you!

Oh, this is beautiful. So sad, and so hot and real. Poor Teddy, offering to be anyone but himself. I hope Draco does indeed learn to appreciate what he has, not what he can't have.

I think Draco is figuring it out (and Teddy certainly hopes he is). Thank you!!

Draco touches his hair, his cheek, rests his head on Teddy’s shoulder. “As lovely as it was, I think perhaps you ought to just be you from here on out.”

I was so sad throughout, but like Teddy, that one line gave me hope. <3 God, I can't get over this pairing. Well done!

So much hope!! I think Draco's figuring it out. Thank you!!

Good golly gracious gosh and GAH! Where do I even start? I love that Draco didn't really try to put up that much of a fight, or a denial. I love that Teddy's sort of resigned himself to whatever he can get, ignoring the part of him that obviously knows he's not really okay with it. And I adore that Draco sees Teddy through the disguise, and discovers a new appreciation of him. *sigh* I hope Draco can come to look at Teddy the way he looks at Al. Methinks he can ;) Thanks for filling my prompt! ♥

I think Draco can get there too... might already be on his way. Thank you for the delicious prompt; I absolutely adored getting to fill it. Any time there's a chance for Teddy and roleplay, it's gonna be fun!!! <3 Thank you.