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Scorpius Malfoy in Malfoy Manor with Omnioculars
Title: Hands
Author:faerie_lullaby
Character: Scorpius Malfoy
Location: Malfoy Manor
Object: Omnioculars
Other Characters: Albus Severus Potter, mentions of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy
Rating: soft R
Warnings: Wanking, voyeurism, fluff
Word Count: 1137
Disclaimer: Not mine. I'm sure JKR didn't have this in mind when she created these characters
Author's Notes: Written for HP_Wankfest. Also, Omnioculars aren't like regular binoculars. They can record, and a person can rewind and play back scenes as they wish. As to the use of underage magic, as my betawishmaster_kami pointed out, he's a Malfoy. They don't adhere to the rules. Oh, and this is kind of like a third part to two other stories I posted for another fest.
The summer months between school years before this had seemed long and boring, teetering on tedious, filled with mindless chatter about pureblood traditions, and his father's occasional long-winded rambles about the Savior of the Wizarding world. This time around though, things were picking up for Scorpius.
He had finally managed to convince his father to allow Al to visit the Manor for the summer, and he had the distinct feeling that Al's father had a little something to do with it. He certainly hoped so, as Draco had been very melancholy when he had arrived home at the end of the school year.
On this particular morning, the sun woke Scorpius early, causing him to rub at his eyes and stretch languorously on the silk sheets, his hand reaching out towards the side of the bed.
The cold, empty side of the bed.
The pale-haired sixteen-year old sat up quickly, the thin blanket falling off his bare chest. Where had Al gotten to? He swung his legs off the bed and rose gracefully, padding over to the window that overlooked a hedge garden. He reached over to a small table and pulled a pair of Omnioculars from the drawer, intent on finding his boyfriend. Holding them to his grey eyes, he raked over the garden looking for the unmistakable hair.
He finally found Al sprawled in the grass by a copse of trees, fiddling with something in his hands.
Scorpius stopped. Those hands were his favorite; they had brought him off numerous times, caressed his hair to put him to sleep and tightened around his waist to keep him by his side. He licked his lips as his mind wandered back to the previous night as he lay on his back, completely in surrender as those hands skated over his skin and stroked him till his mind went blank.
His cock gave an interested twitch, and a lazy grin crossed his face. His wand lay on the same small table, and he picked it up, giving it a flick to keep the Omnioculars at eye level. He quickly skipped back to a night last year before they had gotten together. Al had forgotten to put up a Silencing Charm, and had left an opening in the thick velvet drapes. He had hastily grabbed the enhanced binoculars and focused in, watching as Al gripped himself, his strokes long and sure, his breathing rough and ragged, his teeth worrying his full bottom lip.
Score had whimpered softly (although he would never admit to it), as Al came with a cry. But when the black-haired boy raised his hand to his mouth and sucked on his fingers, cleaning them, he muffled a curse, rubbing himself briskly until he came.
Pulling himself free from the past, he braced a hand on the window, and let the other drift down over his chest to his very demanding erection, sighing as the touch made him slouch slightly. He started slow, keeping the strokes soft and teasing, his fingertips brushing the head gently then circling back down towards a firm grip at the base. See, sometimes fast was good, especially for those jaunts into a cupboard while they were at school. But other times you just needed to keep it slow and steady, until the moment just before you come and you add that little twist that causes you to nearly fall over. The aftermath of such a thing is beauty in itself.
He looked through the lenses again, and Al was still lying there, the breeze toying with his hair. His bright eyes were closed against the bright, morning sun, his right hand hovering over the tips of the grass, a smile on his face as if it tickled. Scorpius could imagine Al's laugh at that moment, could imagine him chuckling softly as he bent over him, mouth inches away from his aching cock, soft breath spreading over his moist skin. With a needy groan, he began to pick up the pace, murmuring entreaties to the window, feeling like Al really was there. The hand on the window squeezed the frame tightly, his breath ragged as he imagined Al behind him whispering dirty, naughty things to him in his ear, his hands playing across his bare chest, tweaking his nipples, caressing his throat, tugging at his hair. He could very nearly feel it all, and his body's reaction to the stimulus unhinged him.
He registered a soft noise behind him, but he didn't turn, too caught up as he was. His eyes fell back to the Omnioculars, focusing in on Al, and that is where he nearly had a heart attack.
Al wasn't where he was supposed to be.
Then he remembered the noise and he turned around to find Al standing at the door, leaning against it, teeth worrying his lip, eyes wide. The idea of being watched appealed to him more than he thought and with a soft cry of 'Al' he came, painting the carpet in front of him and coating his stomach. When he finished, he loosed a shaky exhale, closing his eyes in embarrassment. This was something they had never done with each other, and he wasn't sure how Al was going to take it.
A quiet noise had him opening his eyes, then widening them as he took in the view in front of him. This was not the response he'd been expecting, but Merlin, he wasn't going to say no.
Al's trousers had fallen to his knees, his eyes were closed and his hand was quickly stroking himself to complete hardness. Al had never been one for going slow, Scorpius mused, but right now he didn't care. He leaned back against the window to watch the show; to wait for the moment he knew was coming.
It didn't take long. He supposed that Al had the same affinity for watching that he did, and under the intense scrutiny he was giving his lover, he expected it. He watched as the more muscular body tense up under his own ministrations, and then his eyes opened, the green gone dark with arousal, and he came.
It had been just as spectacular as Scorpius's own, and he watched as Al sunk to the floor, his shaky knees threatened to give way. He walked over and sat down next to the dark-haired boy, pulling him in close, tired again.
"What a way to start the day, yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Wanna go back to bed?" He felt the nod and he chuckled, grasping the tanned hand in his own pale hand, pulling it to his mouth and kissing the back softly. "Come on lover. The bed is calling." They pulled each other up, stumbling to the large bed and falling onto it, curling into each other as sleep overtook them once more.
Title: Hands
Author:
faerie_lullabyCharacter: Scorpius Malfoy
Location: Malfoy Manor
Object: Omnioculars
Other Characters: Albus Severus Potter, mentions of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy
Rating: soft R
Warnings: Wanking, voyeurism, fluff
Word Count: 1137
Disclaimer: Not mine. I'm sure JKR didn't have this in mind when she created these characters
Author's Notes: Written for HP_Wankfest. Also, Omnioculars aren't like regular binoculars. They can record, and a person can rewind and play back scenes as they wish. As to the use of underage magic, as my beta
wishmaster_kami pointed out, he's a Malfoy. They don't adhere to the rules. Oh, and this is kind of like a third part to two other stories I posted for another fest. The summer months between school years before this had seemed long and boring, teetering on tedious, filled with mindless chatter about pureblood traditions, and his father's occasional long-winded rambles about the Savior of the Wizarding world. This time around though, things were picking up for Scorpius.
He had finally managed to convince his father to allow Al to visit the Manor for the summer, and he had the distinct feeling that Al's father had a little something to do with it. He certainly hoped so, as Draco had been very melancholy when he had arrived home at the end of the school year.
On this particular morning, the sun woke Scorpius early, causing him to rub at his eyes and stretch languorously on the silk sheets, his hand reaching out towards the side of the bed.
The cold, empty side of the bed.
The pale-haired sixteen-year old sat up quickly, the thin blanket falling off his bare chest. Where had Al gotten to? He swung his legs off the bed and rose gracefully, padding over to the window that overlooked a hedge garden. He reached over to a small table and pulled a pair of Omnioculars from the drawer, intent on finding his boyfriend. Holding them to his grey eyes, he raked over the garden looking for the unmistakable hair.
He finally found Al sprawled in the grass by a copse of trees, fiddling with something in his hands.
Scorpius stopped. Those hands were his favorite; they had brought him off numerous times, caressed his hair to put him to sleep and tightened around his waist to keep him by his side. He licked his lips as his mind wandered back to the previous night as he lay on his back, completely in surrender as those hands skated over his skin and stroked him till his mind went blank.
His cock gave an interested twitch, and a lazy grin crossed his face. His wand lay on the same small table, and he picked it up, giving it a flick to keep the Omnioculars at eye level. He quickly skipped back to a night last year before they had gotten together. Al had forgotten to put up a Silencing Charm, and had left an opening in the thick velvet drapes. He had hastily grabbed the enhanced binoculars and focused in, watching as Al gripped himself, his strokes long and sure, his breathing rough and ragged, his teeth worrying his full bottom lip.
Score had whimpered softly (although he would never admit to it), as Al came with a cry. But when the black-haired boy raised his hand to his mouth and sucked on his fingers, cleaning them, he muffled a curse, rubbing himself briskly until he came.
Pulling himself free from the past, he braced a hand on the window, and let the other drift down over his chest to his very demanding erection, sighing as the touch made him slouch slightly. He started slow, keeping the strokes soft and teasing, his fingertips brushing the head gently then circling back down towards a firm grip at the base. See, sometimes fast was good, especially for those jaunts into a cupboard while they were at school. But other times you just needed to keep it slow and steady, until the moment just before you come and you add that little twist that causes you to nearly fall over. The aftermath of such a thing is beauty in itself.
He looked through the lenses again, and Al was still lying there, the breeze toying with his hair. His bright eyes were closed against the bright, morning sun, his right hand hovering over the tips of the grass, a smile on his face as if it tickled. Scorpius could imagine Al's laugh at that moment, could imagine him chuckling softly as he bent over him, mouth inches away from his aching cock, soft breath spreading over his moist skin. With a needy groan, he began to pick up the pace, murmuring entreaties to the window, feeling like Al really was there. The hand on the window squeezed the frame tightly, his breath ragged as he imagined Al behind him whispering dirty, naughty things to him in his ear, his hands playing across his bare chest, tweaking his nipples, caressing his throat, tugging at his hair. He could very nearly feel it all, and his body's reaction to the stimulus unhinged him.
He registered a soft noise behind him, but he didn't turn, too caught up as he was. His eyes fell back to the Omnioculars, focusing in on Al, and that is where he nearly had a heart attack.
Al wasn't where he was supposed to be.
Then he remembered the noise and he turned around to find Al standing at the door, leaning against it, teeth worrying his lip, eyes wide. The idea of being watched appealed to him more than he thought and with a soft cry of 'Al' he came, painting the carpet in front of him and coating his stomach. When he finished, he loosed a shaky exhale, closing his eyes in embarrassment. This was something they had never done with each other, and he wasn't sure how Al was going to take it.
A quiet noise had him opening his eyes, then widening them as he took in the view in front of him. This was not the response he'd been expecting, but Merlin, he wasn't going to say no.
Al's trousers had fallen to his knees, his eyes were closed and his hand was quickly stroking himself to complete hardness. Al had never been one for going slow, Scorpius mused, but right now he didn't care. He leaned back against the window to watch the show; to wait for the moment he knew was coming.
It didn't take long. He supposed that Al had the same affinity for watching that he did, and under the intense scrutiny he was giving his lover, he expected it. He watched as the more muscular body tense up under his own ministrations, and then his eyes opened, the green gone dark with arousal, and he came.
It had been just as spectacular as Scorpius's own, and he watched as Al sunk to the floor, his shaky knees threatened to give way. He walked over and sat down next to the dark-haired boy, pulling him in close, tired again.
"What a way to start the day, yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Wanna go back to bed?" He felt the nod and he chuckled, grasping the tanned hand in his own pale hand, pulling it to his mouth and kissing the back softly. "Come on lover. The bed is calling." They pulled each other up, stumbling to the large bed and falling onto it, curling into each other as sleep overtook them once more.