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@ 2008-12-08 00:47:00
|Entry tags:||2008, character: albus severus potter, character: draco malfoy, character: harry potter, character: scorpius malfoy, fic, pairing: albus/scorpius, pairing: harry/draco|
Fic: The Learning Curve (Albus/Scorpius, Harry/Draco, NC-17) for dirty_darella
Title: The Learning Curve
Pairing(s): Albus Severus/Scorpius, Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended. All characters engaging in sexual activity are 16 years or older.
Summary: Harry receives a letter from Hogwarts and unfortunately it's not good news.
Warnings: Sexual Language, sex, alcohol, rimming, and educational voyeurism. Spoiler warning (highlight to see)* This is not an incest fic. But father and son do have sex in front of each other, but not with each other.*
Word Count: ~7700
Author's Notes: It wasn't until later that I realized that you wanted Harry/Draco and someone else, so instead I made Albus/Scorpius the someone else. I hope you like it. I put in lots and lots of porn just for you. I want to thank my beta's S and T for all their hard work.
The Learning Curve
Harry was sitting alone in his den repainting a miniature pirate ship when an official Hogwarts owl arrived in his open window. Harry slowly put his paintbrush down and rubbed his tired eyes before taking the letter.
It had been a while since his youngest, Lily, had acted out in school, but he would be lying if he thought that after their "father daughter talk," Lily would suddenly be the perfect student.
The divorce had hit her the hardest, mostly because she was home when he and Ginny were going through it. Even though he and Ginny had attempted to keep their fighting to a minimum, they both were suffering from short fuses towards the end, and Lily often found herself in the middle.
He passed the owl a treat before tearing open the letter and bracing himself for what was inside.
Dear Mr. Potter,
I am writing to you in reference to your son’s last exam. I am sorry to report that Albus has failed our mandatory sexual education class, which is a requirement for graduation.
Due to Albus’s exemplary record we are giving him a chance to retake the exam. He has until next Wednesday to do so.
Normally I would not write to a parent about a single exam, but I believe that perhaps in this case it is appropriate.
I have included Albus’s exam in this letter, please review it carefully. I would advise that the two of you meet face to face to discuss it. I will make appropriate arrangements if you wish to come to Hogwarts.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Harry reread the letter several times before he finally put it down. It couldn’t be right. His Albus failing an exam? It was impossible! As far as he knew, Albus and Scorpius Malfoy were tied in top marks in their seventh year and both Ravenclaws were textbook perfectionists.
Suddenly another owl perched itself on Harry’s window. The familiar large and regal eagle owl puffed out its chest and stuck out its leg. Harry reached for it, attempting to avoid being scratched, but failed, just as always.
Ever since Albus and Scorpius had become best friends, Harry had the unfortunate luck of receiving constant owls from Scorpius’s father, Draco Malfoy. According to Draco, it was all Harry’s fault that Albus and Scorpius were friends, and Harry’s fault that the friendship was not waning, despite Draco’s efforts to pull the two apart.
Of course, the letters never stopped at just ridiculing Harry’s parental skills, but also included scathing commentary on Harry’s marriage, job, hygiene and recently, his dating skills. It was always a joy to read Draco’s letters. He only put up with it for Albus’s sake, or he was a masochist. He never could decide which.
This is all your son’s fault. Or, really, it’s all your fault. Clearly they learned all that they know from you, which isn’t much. It might explain your failure of a marriage.
Before you reply with a giant question mark, let me spell things out for your tiny brain. I just received a letter from Hogwarts stating that Scorpius has failed an exam, a sexual education exam. Since our sons do everything together, including studying, I’m guessing that your son has failed as well.
So I blame you, or your son, or some other Potter. Your youngest is still attending Hogwarts and wreaking havoc, last I heard.
We need to discuss this now. I will be there in ten minutes.
And this time please clean up all your used tissues. We’re wizards. We have spells that clean a lot better than a rough sheet of paper.
"I had a cold! The tissues were for my snot, not my spunk." Harry cried to the letter.
"Just because you repeat things doesn’t make them true." Draco replied, slowly approaching Harry’s work desk and sneering at Harry’s miniature ship. Harry pushed it out of sight, just in case Draco had any ideas.
"You said ten minutes."
Harry waved his wand at the paints and brushes, cleaning them away before turning back to Draco.
"I sent the letter ten minutes ago. I am here at the time I said I would be here."
Harry walked towards the kitchen, knowing Draco would follow. Ever since he had moved into the cabin, Draco had stopped by unannounced quite often. Draco claimed he was attempting to catch Harry doing something embarrassing, like crying about his pathetic life or eating tubs of ice cream in tattered pyjama bottoms and robes. Harry was more inclined to believe it was because Draco was lonely, his own wife having left him years before for a younger, beefier, Russian Quidditch player.
"Milk or Pumpkin juice?"
Draco sniffed. "God, you are still a such a child."
"Milk or Pumpkin juice, Draco."
"Milk please. And to help you fulfill your fantasy of being a house elf, add some cocoa."
Harry smiled to himself. "Yes, your majesty."
After a few minutes Harry placed two steaming mugs of hot cocoa on the table. He plopped two marshmallows in his cup, and three in Draco’s.
He and Draco sat in silence, until Draco placed his mug down and Harry waited for the eventual lecture.
"Did you read the exam?"
"What do you mean?"
Draco rolled his eyes. "Headmistress Burchard included Scorpius’s exam in her letter. Or did you forget to read it in your haste to paint cannon holes on your little ships?"
Harry sipped his cocoa calmly. "I never said Albus failed the exam."
Draco snorted. "I saw the letter on the desk Potter. Thank Merlin you never became an Auror. I believe one of the qualifications is the ability to be observant."
Harry threw a marshmallow at Draco and got up to retrieve the letter and copy of Albus’s exam.
Before he even sat down Draco began to rant.
"Only your son could convince my son that a vagina has teeth."
Harry stared at Draco. "Excuse me?"
"Read the damn exam Potter."
Harry began to read. Each page was worse than the one before. It was appalling. It was awful. It was fucking funny.
A laugh burst out of Harry, and then another, until tears were running down his face and he struggled to breathe.
"Draco," Harry panted. "You have to look at this! My son thinks that sometimes a woman will eat a man’s head after intercourse!"
Draco coughed, but his red face and twitching hands told Harry that Draco was trying to hold in his own laughter.
"Well my son seems to believe that a Muggle drink called Diet Pepsi is the best form of contraceptive. I don’t remember learning that in Muggle Studies."
Harry howled. "Well get this, I think this may be the worst. My son wrote that women smell like fish when they want to have sex, and he suggested eating chocolate, or perhaps to chew gum while fornicating, to alleviate the smell."
Draco coughed harder. "Your son is clearly an idiot. I would feel bad if my own son hadn’t written this. Scorpius believes that woman menstruate each month in order to lose weight at crucial times."
Harry stared until Draco broke and the two men were laughing and banging their hands on the table. A few moments and a few errant chuckles later, Harry was finally able to calm himself down.
"While these answers are funny, it seems so unlike them. What do you think happened?"
Draco stared off into the corner, his neck turning a faint red. "I have a theory."
Draco fidgeted before taking a deep breath. "I may have overlooked having the talk with my son."
Harry began to laugh again. "Why? Not enough experience with the ladies to be able to give proper advice?"
Draco scoffed, "I was in the middle of a divorce, thank you. And when it did occur to me that perhaps I should sit Scorpius down for the talk, he was at Hogwarts spending his days with your spawn. I assumed Albus was as base and crass as you were and he would learn all he needed to know. Clearly I was wrong, because your son failed just as poorly as mine."
Harry paled. "Shit."
Draco smirked. "Did you forget something?"
Harry pulled his hair a little. "I remember giving the talk to James. That didn’t really go well. He kept making faces at the whole thing and told me I scarred him for life. I thought I had spoken to Albus about it. Maybe… maybe I didn’t."
Draco waved his wand and the pot of cocoa that was on the stove and set it to be reheated.
"Poor us some more cocoa, Potter. I think perhaps we need a plan."
"You told your father!"
Scorpius shushed Albus and pulled him into his bed. Albus pulled the curtains shut as Scorpius performed the Silencing and Impenetrable charms. The two of them had been performing this ritual since their first year, after scouring the library for the right spells. They both preferred to study, talk, and sleep in their own little cocoon, apart from the rest of the world. If they could take their meals in their beds, they would, but the house elves always got cross at all the crumbs.
"I knew Headmistress Burchard would write to our fathers and I wanted him to hear from me first, before he stormed the castle claiming it was a conspiracy against the Malfoys."
Albus groaned and put his head in his hands. "Which means he probably went to talk to my father. Which means they both are going to come here and talk to us."
Scorpius rested his head on his hands as well and sighed. "It’s probably for the best. Albus…"
Albus clamped his hand on Scorpius’s mouth. "Don’t say it. I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t want to think about it."
Scorpius pulled Albus’s hand away from his face. "But that’s what got us in this mess in the first place, Albus! We didn’t talk about it, we didn’t think about it, and we didn’t study for it together like we do everything else! We have to talk about that!"
Albus pulled his legs in tight and rested his head on his knees. "Please Scorpius, not yet. I don’t want to talk about it yet."
Scorpius copied Albus’s stance exactly. Albus reached out and grabbed Scorpius’s hand. "Scorpius?"
"You know our life chart?"
Scorpius smiled and waved his wand. A large chart with two lines appeared. One line was yellow and had the words Albus Potter’s Life next to it. Below it was a blue line that said Scorpius Malfoy’s Life. Albus and Scorpius had created the chart together their first year and stuck by it religiously. The chart detailed all important life points, and Scorpius and Albus’s lines crossed constantly.
Albus pulled on the chart gently and pointed to the line right before graduation. "We forgot to put in girlfriends and things like that."
Scorpius stiffened beside him. "Did you want to put in girlfriends?"
Scorpius relaxed a bit. "Then what does it matter?"
Albus pointed to after graduation. "And we forgot to put in wives and children."
Scorpius was silent.
"Scorpius, do you think we should put that stuff in now?"
Scorpius stared at the chart; the two lines almost becoming one after graduation. There was a point for when they found a flat together, and when they opened their bookstore. For when they bought their first house and purchased both a dog and a cat.
"I don’t think there’s room, Albus."
Scorpius couldn’t see it, but Albus’s eyes lit up. "So, what does that mean? I don’t know what that means."
Scorpius turned and did the single bravest thing he had ever done in his entire life. He reached over and pulled Albus closer by his neck and kissed Albus softly on the lips. Scorpius pulled back to see Albus beaming.
"I guess we need to add a few things to the chart, Scorpius."
Scorpius smiled and leaned in for another kiss, which this time Albus returned enthusiastically.
"I’m glad you two decided to speak to your sons in person. I can’t say that I’m surprised that you requested to see them together. After reviewing the exams myself, I was surprised to see such wild and ridiculous answers from the most serious and studious students I have had in years. And when asked, they both admitted to not studying, which seemed outlandish. Why, I remember their first year here when we had a few complaints from their fellow students that the two of them refused to study with anyone else except each other. I believe your niece Rose was not happy with that turn of events. Also, I think she was upset that Albus was sorted into Ravenclaw. Poor thing had her heart set on being the first Ravenclaw in the family. And…"
Draco kicked Harry in the shin. After the fifth kick, Harry realized it was Draco’s signal to end Headmistress Burchard’s rambling.
"I’m so sorry to interrupt, but I believe you said that our sons are waiting for us in the Ravenclaw common room? I would hate to keep them waiting."
Headmistress Burchard snapped her mouth shut and smiled tightly.
"Of course, let me walk you there. I think today’s riddle is a tough one."
Harry and Draco followed Headmistress Burchard down to the Ravenclaw tower, both attempting to tune out the constant babble coming from the woman. James used to write about the Headmistress’s "word vomit", as he liked to call it. It was always particularly long winded during the opening feast.
Once the pair entered the common room, Harry attempted to politely shuffle the Headmistress out, until Draco not so politely announced, "This is a family matter, please leave." Harry was not surprised at her huffiness and subsequent door slam.
Albus rushed over and gave Harry a huge bear hug. No matter how old, Harry was always affectionate with his children, and they with him. He looked over to see Draco in a similar position, his own son’s arms wrapped around his belly. At first, it was surprising to see how affectionate Draco was with his son, but Harry couldn’t fault him for it. Children were treasures and loved you unconditionally. It was a shame to waste that love.
The sons broke from their fathers and retreated back to the sofa. Draco and Harry followed, sitting on opposite cushy blue armchairs.
"Are all the students down at Hogsmeade?" Harry asked.
Scorpius answered. "Yeah. It’s the last Hogsmeade visit of the year. Everyone will be down there till curfew."
"I’m sorry you missed your last Hogsmeade visit, but your father and I were very concerned about your exam." Harry looked over at Draco and watched for a moment as he glared at not Scorpius, but at Albus, and mouthed, "this is your fault". Albus gulped.
Scorpius, either completely oblivious or used to his father’s antics, ignored Draco and answered Harry. "Oh, we don’t usually go on the last Hogsmeade day anyway. We prefer to stay away from the crowds."
Draco waved his hands and stood up.
"Enough with the pleasantries. Your father and I have come up with a plan."
Harry looked up. They actually hadn’t come up with a plan, instead, they argued over Draco’s insanity and Harry’s total lack of vision. He had assumed they would do what Harry wanted to do, which was just sit down and talk to their sons. He should have known better and brought a muzzle for Draco.
Draco reached into his pocket and brought out two tiny bottles. He waved his wand and suddenly they enlarged into two large bottles of vodka.
"Vodka! Draco, I’m not drinking with our children!"
Draco laughed and conjured four shot glasses.
"Scorpius, if you would please extend your bed spells to the room." Scorpius just stared back at his father until Draco raised an eyebrow, and Scorpius sighed in defeat. He too waved his wand and Harry could feel the magic around him shutting the room off to the rest of the world. They felt powerful, but not complicated. It would be enough that they all would know if someone were attempting to enter.
Draco filled the shot glasses and handed one to everyone. He raised his glass.
"A toast, to the truly awkward conversation we are all about to have."
All four drank their shots, though Albus and Scorpius had more trouble than Draco and Harry. Once the burn went down his throat and a few muscles in his back relaxed, Harry suddenly understood this master plan of Draco’s. Sometimes, the man was a genius.
"Okay. First I will speak, because Potter is a clod."
Harry snorted and filled his shot glass again. He didn’t mind if Draco did all the talking. He sipped his drink and sat back.
"I wanted to start by apologizing on behalf of myself and Potter over here. It seems that we both missed out on a crucial discussion we should have had with our sons. It is hard for a father to see his son in any other light but as a child, and Scorpius, I fear I may have held onto that view much too long."
"Dad, no! That’s not true! You brought me liquor!" Scorpius held up his shot glass and downed another shot, coughing and sputtering. Albus hit him on the back a few times.
Draco refilled his glass, took a shot, then refilled it again and took another shot. He looked over at Harry, but Harry just shook his head. He sipped his drink and enjoyed the flush that bloomed from underneath Draco’s collar.
"You see, it is a fatherly duty to discuss with his son certain facts about the changes all boys go through."
"Sometimes, when a boy reaches a certain age, they begin to have feelings. And those feelings can be confusing, or maybe make you feel restless and ashamed. But let me tell you boys it’s nothing to be ashamed about."
Draco began to pace.
"And with those feelings start a few changes in the body. I’m sure both of you have noticed certain changes in yourselves, and perhaps in others, I’m sure."
Draco looked over at Harry again, pleading with him to help. Harry just leaned forward and filled his glass again and took a shot.
"The thing is… oh hell."
Draco sat down and reached for one of the bottles, taking a swig from the top.
Albus protested. "Hey! We were all drinking that!"
Draco blew a raspberry. "That’s why I got two. One for me and Potter, one for you two. Open that one."
Albus opened the other bottle while Scorpius tried to fight him for the first swig.
Harry was feeling a bit hot. It had been awhile since he had drunk like this, and he couldn’t remember if he had much for lunch. He was a cheap drunk, and the edges were starting to get blurry. While most people were talkative drunks, Harry was usually more quiet, prone to introspective thought and random giggle attacks. Right now he was enjoying the fantastic fear emitting from Draco’s face as he struggled with the next words to say.
"Dad, please stop. You’re going to hurt yourself."
Draco looked at his son. "You don’t understand Scorpius. It’s a father’s duty to give his son the talk."
"Dad, I know you feel responsible for our failure, but it really wasn’t your fault. We should have studied and paid attention in class. We already checked out a few books from the library and borrowed notes from other student’s who passed. There is no way we’re going to fail this time."
Harry, who noticed Albus was wearing his guilty face, finally spoke up. "What I don’t understand is why you two didn’t just study in the first place."
Albus took a shot before he spoke. He reached over and grabbed Scorpius’s hand. It was a normal occurrence for the two boys to hold hands; Lily often teased them, but once she realized that they really couldn’t care less what she thought, the teasing ended.
But this time the hold seemed to mean more. Harry couldn’t wrap his head around it and wondered if another swig of the vodka would help. Unfortunately, Draco was holding the bottle in his lap like a small child. So Harry transfigured Draco’s armchair into a sofa and plopped himself next to the ruffled Draco and swiped the bottle from his hands, taking a long swig.
"What? You were hoggin’ the booze."
Albus cleared his throat. "I’m sorry, Dad, that you had to come up here. Not that I don’t enjoy seeing you or getting drunk. Scorpius and I talked it over and solved the problem. I promise you it won’t happen again."
Draco narrowed his eyes at Albus. "So it was your fault. I told you, Potter."
Albus nodded his head but Scorpius spoke up. "It was both our faults. We were avoiding the subject entirely, so much so that we tuned out the entire lecture."
Albus chimed in. "We also avoiding talking about sex with anyone. I know James tried to talk to me about it a time or two, brotherly duty and all that, but I told him to stop. We could have learned, but we chose not to."
Draco pointed the bottle at Albus. "None of this is telling us why you didn’t study and dragged my son into a failing grade as well."
Scorpius whinged. "Dad! For the last time it wasn’t Albus’s fault! We both avoided anything to do with sex and studying for the test together because we didn’t want to admit that we were in love with each other!"
All four men fell silent. If tumbleweeds grew in Hogwarts, they would have tumbled through the common room at that very moment. No one spoke. No one moved a muscle. No one even blinked.
Until Harry burped.
Harry looked over at his son. His darling boy, who was staring at Scorpius like he was Father Christmas.
"You love me?"
Scorpius leaned forward and gently kissed Albus on the lips.
Draco gasped and took another swig from the bottle. He then handed it to Harry, who took it gratefully.
Draco cleared his throat until the kissing pair stopped and looked red faced at their fathers.
"So you avoided sex completely because you were in love with each other."
Scorpius nodded, Albus just looked down at the floor.
"Potter, help me out here. Shouldn’t it be the other way around? Did you ever avoid sex with your loved ones?"
Draco looked back at Harry, who was currently leaning back heavily on the sofa and rubbing his belly. "Oh never mind, you’re no help in this state. You might want to slow down on the booze there, cupcake."
Harry responded, mostly to himself. "Not a cupcake. I’m more like a steak, a T-bone."
Draco heard anyway and hit him on the side of the head.
Draco turned to his son, who had squared his shoulders and sat up straight.
"Dad. Albus and I decided last night that instead of you and Mister Potter giving us the talk which both of us suspected you might do, we actually wanted to ask a couple questions."
Draco nodded, but took another swig of the bottle. It was almost gone, so he chugged the last dregs. Harry squealed in protest, but when he tried to prevent Draco from finishing the bottle and realized that he couldn’t sit up without the room spinning, he figured it was for the best that Draco cut him off by finishing up their supply.
"Okay, so how does gay sex work?"
Draco spluttered and coughed so badly that Harry was afraid he was having a fit. Harry reached out a hand, but it sort of missed and landed on his sleeve. The sleeve felt nice, soft.
"Scorpius, how in hell would I know that?"
Scorpius snorted. It sounded so much like Draco that Harry fell forward to make sure it actually wasn’t Draco. Somehow this action caused him to brush his head against Draco’s sleeve, which felt even softer against his cheek then it did against his finger.
"Dad. I know."
Draco attempted to shake Harry off, but Harry was determined to fall asleep right on Draco’s soft velvety sleeve.
"What do you mean you know?"
Harry closed his eyes and breathed in the woodsy silky smell of the sleeve and buried his nose into the soft caress of the fabric.
"Dad! Stop feeling up Mister Malfoy!"
Harry shot up, unfortunately too fast and the room was spinning too much. He grabbed onto Draco and focused on his head until the movement stopped.
"Dad, I know that you’ve had relations with men before. You had one of your boyfriends over for dinner!
Harry quirked his head, "You had a boyfriend?"
Draco turned and bumped noses with Potter. He blew another raspberry and turned back around to Scorpius. "He was the gardener."
"He was still your boyfriend."
Harry snickered. "Did you potter around his backhoe?"
"Oh God, I did not just hear that coming from my father." Albus groaned. "You shouldn’t talk, Dad. You had that thing with one of Mum’s friends."
Harry was too busy laughing at his previous joke, but Draco caught on. "Which friend?"
Albus looked at his father, and then to his empty shot glass.
Draco howled. "You did a Creevey! Oh Potter, this is the best news I’ve heard this year!"
Harry pouted his lips and hunched his shoulders. "He had a cute bum."
"Enough!" Scorpius roared. "Albus and I have scoured the Hogwarts Library for information on gay sex and there is nothing. We don’t know what to do, we don’t know anyone our age that is gay, and we need help! Please just get over your petty rivalry, which we both know is all piss talk, and help us here!"
Albus reached around Scorpius and gave him a soft kiss to the neck that calmed him immediately, but the two continued to look at Harry and Draco expectantly.
Draco gave a sigh of resignation. "What do you want to know?"
Albus breathed out, "Everything."
Somehow their sons had convinced them that a practical visual was necessary, so here was Harry, his nose brushing against Draco’s, about to kiss a man who at one point in his life tried to give him to Voldemort.
"Now boys, watch very carefully. When kissing a man you have to focus on two things, the tongue and the neck. When you kiss, let your tongues touch and explore and use your hands to caress the sides and back of the neck and eventually the scalp and hair. The combination of the two can be quite pleasurable."
Draco then leaned in opening his mouth slightly and pressing into Harry with a small bit of force. The moment their lips met, Harry’s toes curled. Harry leaned in and opened his mouth wider, allowing Draco’s tongue to enter with ease. They battled for a moment, until Harry admitted defeat and allowed Draco to overtake his mouth. Draco would dart in and caress his tongue and then fall back, forcing Harry to follow his lips until they crashed together again.
Draco’s hands were leaving trails of fire up and down his neck. He pulled hard on Harry’s hair and Harry moaned, loudly.
Draco pulled back and licked his lips.
He looked over to see the progress of Albus and Scorpius, who were practically on top of each other. Scorpius was cradling Albus’s head while Albus had his hands on Scorpius’s face. Scorpius pushed forward and Albus fell back onto the sofa. Scorpius followed, landing on top of Albus, his hands moving down underneath Albus’s shirt.
"Right. You’ve moved onto stage two."
Scorpius and Albus stopped, but didn’t move. They just moved their heads to look at Draco, both panting loudly.
"I’m sure right now you are both turned on. This is the point where most continue onto frottage. Basically, just follow what feels good. Kiss, touch, and rub up against each other."
Scorpius began kissing Albus again and the two writhed against each other. Albus lifted Scorpius shirt up his back while Scorpius kissed down Albus’s throat.
"Oh god, Scorpius, right there, ugg…"
Draco smiled until he felt a weight beside him and a breath on his ear. "I’m glad I’m drunk right now, or else I might be seriously sickened at the fact that we are watching our sons getting each other off."
Draco leaned back into the weight feeling Harry’s arms snake around his waist. "It’s educational."
Harry snorted and began to kiss along Draco’s neck. Draco arched his back in response.
"What are you doing Potter?"
Harry smiled into Draco’s neck and reached around to Draco’s front.
"I think the kids have a good handle on step two. I think perhaps we should start step three."
Draco was having trouble concentrating with Harry’s maddening hands wandering around his thighs, waist, and ignoring his throbbing need.
"Sc….Sc….Scorpius!" Albus cried and slumped back down to the couch. With a sharp cry and a whispered, "I love you" Scorpius landed heavily on Albus. The two continued to kiss until they realized they had an audience. Albus hid his face in Scorpius’s neck while Scorpius tried to move them to a more respectable position. He gave up and just sat back against Albus’s chest.
It was then that Albus noticed his father’s hands. Harry winked.
"Now Albus, let me show you something I find I am really good at."
Harry fiddled with Draco’s zipper, casually brushing against his hardness. Harry pulled himself flush to Draco’s back and let his own full cock nestle in the back of Draco’s bum.
"But Dad, we just came. I don’t think we can do anymore."
Harry chuckled. "You’re seventeen. Give it a minute."
Albus chuckled along with his dad and copied Harry’s movements on Scorpius. Scorpius’s trousers were warm from their earlier completion. Albus smiled, knowing he had caused that.
"Now, the key is to touch everywhere except where he most wants it."
Harry pulled Draco’s legs apart slowly.
"Now, bring the zipper down slowly and brush ever so gently against what’s underneath. Then continue to massage, but over the pants. Let him squirm a bit."
Draco reached an arm back and wrapped it around Harry’s head. Harry massaged and attempted to ignore the blonde’s maddening gyrations against his own cock. He looked over and Albus had been impatient and already had Scorpius’s cock out, heavy and hard in his hands.
Harry whispered, "budge up" and lifted Draco up so he could lower Draco’s trousers and pants. Draco’s cock was long and thick and the little blond curls at the base of the cock were just perfect for pulling. Harry pulled a few and bit into Draco’s neck. "You have to fuck me with this perfect cock."
Draco moaned and hissed out a "Yes…."
Harry looked over to see his son with a desperate look.
"Dad, please Dad. How do we fuck? Tell me how to fuck."
Harry took a deep breath.
"Yes, oh god Harry, yes, don’t stop!"
Harry stilled his hands, causing Draco to mew in protest.
"Draco, Albus and Scorpius would like to know how to fuck."
Draco stilled. "Shit."
Harry kissed Draco’s neck. "Yeah. Shit."
Scorpius and Albus were already removing all of their clothes. Harry and Draco sat breathing together for a while, overwhelmed with what they were about to do, until they gave in and began to remove their clothes as well.
Once all the clothes were removed, the four of them sat naked looking at each other. Albus and Scorpius awaited instructions and Harry and Draco sat nervously side by side, attempting to reign in their own emotions in order to properly help their sons.
"Now, sex between two men is very different than between a man and a woman. Women create a natural lubricant in their vagina, but we men have no lubrication. So the most important thing is to lubricate. Potter?"
Draco extended his hand and waited. Harry stared at the hand and then back at Draco.
"Draco, when I got dressed this morning, I really didn’t think I needed to bring lubricant to a heart to heart discussion with my son."
Draco rolled his eyes. Albus jumped up.
"I know where there’s some! Michael has some stowed in his sock drawer. I’ll get it!"
Albus ran upstairs. Harry could hear the clomping of his footsteps in the bedroom and the throwing around of something heavy.
Scorpius laughed nervously while picking at his fingernails. "Michael’s a bit of a slob. Albus is probably having a hard time finding it."
Harry nodded, "Right."
The three sat in silence until Albus came barreling down the stairs holding a giant bottle of lubricant in a neon pink color. He ran over to Draco and gave him the bottle returning to his seat as fast as he could, panting from the exertion.
"There you go Mister Malfoy. Now what?"
Draco sneered at the bottle but uncapped it nonetheless.
"All right boys, first you want to relax your partner. If your partner is tense it will hurt, so the first thing to do is usually a massage. I prefer to use massage oil, but this lubricant will work. It seems to have heating charms on it. All right, Potters, on your stomachs please."
Harry laid flat down on his stomach, but turned to see Albus still sitting up.
"You…you want me to get the massage?"
Draco arched his eyebrow. "Do you have a problem with that?"
Scorpius reached over to Albus. "You don’t have to Albus, I don’t mind…"
"No! No. I mean, if my dad can do it, I can do it. Right?" Albus looked at Harry with wide eyes. Harry smiled, proud and loving, and it instantly relaxed Albus. Scorpius kissed his cheek.
"You know we can always take turns. I’d want to try to it too."
Albus nodded and lay down on the couch. Draco handed the lubricant to his son who poured on a healthy amount on Albus’s back and began to rub up and down attempted to calm the now shaking Albus.
Draco looked down. Harry’s back was wide and broad. Draco placed one hand on Harry’s spine and just felt the heat radiate.
That did it. Draco straddled Harry’s upper thighs, his full cock nestled in between Harry’s arse cheeks. He poured a little of the liquid in his hands and began to rub Harry’s shoulders. They were tense, but relaxed effortlessly underneath Draco’s touch. Draco could tell that Harry would be wild, but pliant. It was a heady combination.
Draco continued lower and lower. He bent down and followed the movements of his hands with his lips, kissing and licking the bumps of the spine, the curve of the shoulder blade. He could hear moans in the room and had trouble differentiating the sounds of father and son.
He reached the lower back that curved perfectly into the cleft of Harry’s arse. He licked all the way down and used his hands to spread Harry open until he could see the rosebud, tight and pink.
Draco knew his son needed more instruction, but he could not stop looking away from Harry’s tight hole, so he began to speak and hoped Scorpius was paying attention.
"Scorpius, you must watch me for a moment. In order to truly relax your partner, you must do what I do. Spread Albus and use your tongue to explore and massage the tight muscle around his anus. I will give you more instructions in a bit, but please do not stop licking until I say so."
Draco could not wait a second longer and licked the lovely hole. Harry cried out and bucked, forcing Draco to hold on to Harry’s glorious arse cheeks. They felt even better than they looked, and Draco enjoyed squeezing and caressing them while he feasted on Harry’s tight rosebud.
Harry was riding high. Draco’s hands seem to be everywhere and the wicked tongue that cut Harry down verbally was now being used to reduce Harry to a whimpering mess. He was having a hard time remembering to breathe and bit his own fist to stifle his screams.
Draco lifted his face, much to the chagrin of Harry, but inserted a cool wet finger in place of his tongue, and that felt divine.
"Scorpius, see what I am doing. You need to stretch Albus. Lube up your fingers and start with just one. Move it in slowly, while still licking and pleasuring Albus. Do this until you feel he can handle more. Listen to his cues. Follow his lead. And keep licking."
Harry looked over at his son’s elated face. Albus was biting his tongue and shamefully wiggling his arse. Scorpius was doing a great job of distracting Albus, not only licking Albus’s hole, as instructed, but also pulling on Albus’s again erect cock.
Watching his son momentarily distracted him from his own arse licking, but the feeling of a second finger entering him brought him back.
"Fuck Draco, right there."
"Scorpius, explore with your fingers until you find a small bundle of nerves. This is the prostate. Albus, let him know when he has found it. Remember it Scorpius, because later you will need to find it with your cock."
Draco inserted a third finger and all three were pushing hard on his prostate.
"Fuck Draco! I can’t hold out much longer!"
Draco pulled on Harry‘s balls. It eased the tension, but Harry wasn‘t sure for how long. "You must Harry! You must wait for our sons!"
Harry fell flush against the sofa, regaining his breathing, and looked over to see Albus’s back arch and a sharp cry fall from his lips. Albus was coming again and while Scorpius seemed pleased he also seemed a little unsure what to do next.
"It’s all right Scorpius, it’ll be easier on Albus if he’s sated. He’ll be more relaxed that way. Lube yourself up son, it’s time for the big show."
Harry lifted his bum and felt Draco’s smooth hands grip his waist. Draco bent down and kissed Harry’s cheek.
"Harry, are you ready?"
Harry turned his head and kissed Draco hard. "Yeah."
Draco sat back up and lifted Harry’s hips again.
"Scorpius, go in slowly. Allow Albus to adjust."
Both Harry and Draco watched the momentous moment between their sons. Scorpius was laid flat against Albus’s back, the two attempting to kiss sideways while Scorpius positioned himself and slowly entered Albus. Albus cried out, and Scorpius stopped. The two stayed still, Scorpius’s legs shaking. And then Albus began to move. The movement caused Scorpius to fall forward pushing his way in completely. They both cried out at the sensation,again stopping and panting heavily.
And then suddenly, they were alive. Scorpius’s head was thrown back and with every thrust, Albus was crying out in joy. Scorpius pulled back and pulled Albus until he was sitting on Scorpius’s thighs. The two continued to move, but now Albus was more in control of the pace, bouncing up and down on Scorpius.
Albus was hard again. It was amazing what a seventeen-year-old body could do. Scorpius had his hand on Albus’s cock frantically stroking him.
"I think our sons have figured it out."
Harry smiled, basking in the warmth of the body on top of him.
"But I think we need to show them that it gets better with age. Shall we?"
Harry flipped Draco over with his legs and brought them face to face kissing him deeply while he aligned Draco’s cock to his entrance and slammed down with no warning.
Draco howled as Harry slammed continuously down on Draco’s cock.
Harry continued to ride Draco, circling his hips and changing angles. Draco was having trouble keeping up and just held onto Harry’s hips and watch the man ride him for all he was worth.
"Albus, I can‘t believe your dad is doing that, at his age!"
Albus and Scorpius were breathing heavily, Albus still sitting on Scorpius’s thighs, cum scattered across his chest.
Albus laughed and slowly got off Scorpius’s lap.
Scorpius rushed forward, showering Albus with tiny kisses.
"I’m sorry Albus! I didn’t mean to hurt you! I’m sorry!"
Albus giggled and pushed Scorpius away. "I’m not hurt, just a little sore. And sticky. I could use a nice hot shower right now."
Scorpius looked over at his father and Mister Potter.
"Do you think it would be okay to leave them alone?"
Albus put out a hand and pulled Scorpius off the sofa.
"Oh definitely. Let the firsties find them when they get back from Hogsmeade."
Scorpius laughed and followed Albus up the stairs to their dorms.
Draco slammed into Harry.
"Take it. Fucking take it!"
Harry pulled his own hair while pulling on his own nipple.
"God, you fuck like a girl Draco, fuck me HARDER!"
Draco lifted his legs and really began to pound into Harry. His thighs burned, his throat was raw from screaming, but this was the best fuck of his life.
Draco reached out and took hold of Harry’s cock. Draco could feel his orgasm about to bloom and knew Harry was close. Harry’s head was thrown back and Draco could see a touch of blood where Harry had bit threw his own lip.
"Come Harry. I know you want to. You need to. Just come, Harry!"
And Harry did. His pulsating arse pushed Draco over the edge, his orgasm ripping through him like a train.
Harry fell forward, his own orgasm continued and continued until the edge of his vision got blurry and all he wanted to do was nestle into the soft patch of skin on Draco’s neck and sleep forever.
Harry smiled and kissed Draco’s neck softly.
Harry flopped his arm on Draco’s chest, feeling the beating of the blonde’s heart.
"Stop staying fuck Draco and go to sleep."
"No Harry, the spells! Someone is trying to get in the room!"
Harry and Draco bolted from the sofa attempting to gather all of their clothes.
"Shit! Where are our sons?"
Harry looked around. His son’s were not in the room, nor were there clothes on the ground. He looked up to see their dorm room shut, when it was previously open.
"Well they wisely went to their rooms. Hurry up Draco! I don’t want some eleven year old ogling my bits."
"Oh shut it Potter, nothing to see."
"Yeah right! My bits are totally ogliable."
Draco stopped with his shirt open, pants undone, and one sock on. "That’s not a word."
"Fuck who cares! Get dressed!"
Draco huffed and waved his wand. Suddenly Harry found himself dressed, and his hair greased back.
Draco rolled his eyes, his hair in a similar state.
"It was a spell my mother taught me in first year. I never figured out how to do it without the slicked hair."
Harry made one last swipe with his wand that got rid of the smell of sex just in time for a large group of Ravenclaws to enter the common room. They all stopped in their tracks at the site of Harry and Draco. It was unusual for unknown adults to be in the common room, alone.
"Run along children, nothing to see here."
Draco reached back and grabbed Harry’s hand, leading him proudly out the door. As the door slammed behind him Harry could hear someone complaining about leaving their bottle of lube out.
Harry and Draco ran away from the Ravenclaw entrance until they found an empty hallway. They collapsed against a wall, leaning against the cool stones and each other.
"I think I’m still drunk."
Draco hit Harry in the chest. "Of course you are Potter. You’re a cheap date."
Harry snorted. "So I’m back to Potter?"
Draco gave Harry a withering stare. "For now."
Harry leaned his head back against the stones. "I can’t believe we just did that."
Draco crossed his arms across his chest. "Which part? The part where we taught our sons how to have sex or the part where we had it ourselves?"
"I think the part where we had it in front of our sons."
"Ah, yes. That part."
The pair stayed silent, only the sounds of their breaths filled the hallway.
Dear Albus and Scorpius,
Congratulations on securing the flat. I also hear from your Uncle Bill that you have secured a bank loan for a new bookshop? How come I have never heard of these plans?
Good luck to both of you. I think owning a bookshop suits you. Please let me know if there is anything that you need.
I look forward to seeing you next week. James is going to stop by. He’s back from his trip to Morocco and Lily promises to behave, although we both know that may not happen. She swears that Aunt Luna taught her meditation techniques that are doing her wonders, so I’m hoping for the best.
Draco would like to tell you that he’s still upset that you did not consult him before securing the flat. Between you and me, it was a wise decision to keep him out of the loop. He would have forced you to buy a bloody castle!
And yes, we are happy. I don’t know why I’m happy being with someone who complains about me non-stop, throws out my favorite socks, redecorates my den without my permission, repaints all of my pirate ships to look like submarines, hogs all the covers, leaves wet towels on the bathroom floor, eats all the ice cream and leaves empty cartons in the icebox, and whinges about my hair in a high-pitched squeal, but I am.
And no, we are never, ever, ever doing that thing we did that one time ever again.
Not even if you bring the vodka.
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