Title: Baby It’s the First Time
Author: tryslora
Characters/Pairings: Scorpius/Albus, Scorpius/Albus/LilyLuna
Rating: NC-17
Kinks/Themes Chosen: adolescentism & sex clubs
Other Warnings: incest, intercrural sex, blow jobs
Word Count: 2,997 words
Summary/Description: Scorpius is the one who enjoys “teen” night at Barnaby’s; Albus just goes along for the ride.
Author's Notes: I couldn’t resist, and well, it’s Lily Luna. Many thanks as always to my alpha and beta readers. And of course, I don’t own the world or characters of Harry Potter, but I do love having them do all kinds of different things!


Scorpius is the one who enjoys “teen” night at Barnaby’s; Albus just goes along for the ride.

It’s only once a month—the third Friday—and Albus is willing to put Scorpius’s kinks first and keep him company along the way. Scorpius returns the favor on the first Tuesday of the month when Albus spends the night on his hands and knees, a collar at his throat and a leash in Scorpius’s hand, lapping his drinks from a bowl on the floor.

They understand each other, and they always have. It’s what makes them perfect friends, and sometimes more. Scorpius can’t imagine having anyone else as a roommate, let alone as a lifetime companion. But Albus has been his best mate since they were eleven, and his roommate since they finished Hogwarts more than a decade before. In Scorpius’s eyes, life is perfect (although his parents might not agree), and handily Albus seems to be of the same mind.

“So, tell me what we’re looking for tonight.” Albus leans back against the bar, elbows pressed against the smooth mahogany surface. “Someone for you, or someone for us? Boy or girl?”

He doesn’t bother asking man or woman, not tonight. Tonight is about the illusion that whoever they find is a teenager, barely legal, possibly here on holiday from school. Scorpius doesn’t want one that’s actually that young, but he loves the illusion. The innocence and the hunger. The idea that he is taking someone new.

“That one.” He points to the girl dancing on the floor, long arms and legs wild in some coltish fervor. He can see the freckles from here, dotting along her arms where her sleeves are pushed up. Her red hair is caught back in a ponytail, a silver and green ribbon pulling it tight. Slytherin. He wonders if he knew her once, if they are close enough in age that she might remember a pair of boys from Ravenclaw.

He puts it out of his mind then, because it breaks the illusion. He and Albus are nearing thirty, and no matter how old she actually is, tonight she can’t be more than sixteen.

“You have a thing for redheads.”Albus sighs. “Go on and start; I’ll join in a bit.” He reaches out as Scorpius moves past him, catching his tie and tugging him close. Albus brushes his lips in a gentle kiss. “Together,” he says. “Don’t go to the back room without me.”

“I’ll send up sparks if I need you.” Scorpius grins lazily. It’s an adaptation of the old spell to call for help, suitable for clubs and subtle enough for a crowd. Albus swats at his ass and Scorpius laughs as he walks away.

He falls into rhythm behind the girl, his hand sliding along her waist to her hip. He doesn’t worry about asking; Barnaby’s has rules for situations like this. Tonight, dress is a signal. If she’s dressed like a schoolgirl, it means she’s available, and Scorpius fully intends to make his interest known.

She sways back against him, hips rubbing against his trousers as if by accident. When she feels his reaction, he sees the flush rise to her skin, and he can’t resist touching her throat. She is a perfect actress. “It’s okay,” he murmurs. “I won’t hurt you.”

She leans back, offering the line of her throat, head tilted away from him. He can count the freckles, and he touches each one, fingertip tracing the line down to the collar of her shirt. “You’re a very pretty girl.”

“I bet you say that to all the girls.” She giggles. “All you want is a chance to see us to flash our tits so you can come on us.”

“Actually…” Scorpius lets his finger slide alone the line of her collar. “I want to fuck you. Is it your first time?”

She freezes in his arms, and for a moment Scorpius wonders if he has overstepped, or if she is just that good at the role. Her breath stutters. “I… I haven’t done it before. I’m not sure I want to.”

He teases her collar away from her skin, able to look over her shoulder and down, finding sweet little perky tits and no bra to hide them. His finger pushes down, teasing the top of the gentle swell. “We could start with some touching,” he whispers against her skin. “I can touch you. You can touch me.” When he tugs her back, she fits neatly against him, bum wiggling to tease him and he knows that yes, she really is just that good at her role. “I want to touch your tits.”

“Here?” Her voice squeaks just a bit, but she leans further into him, body twisting, encouraging him until he slides his finger beneath the crisp cotton of her uniform.

He takes the invitation and lets his fingers slip down further, down to where her puffy nipple takes almost all of her small breast. His fingers curl, stroking until he feels the tip go tight and she makes a small whimpering sound, hips rotating back against his. “You like that, don’t you?”

She nods, the fall of read hair obscuring her face. “Yes. Please. Can you do it again?”

Scorpius touches her again, fingers firm as he pinches that nipple, twisting lightly until she moans. He bends his head, kissing the long exposed column of her throat, sucking a small red mark to life. “Has anyone touched you like this before?” he murmurs.

“My boyfriend. He’s eighteen, two years older than me.” Her voice is soft and breathy. “He sucks on them sometimes and it feels good. It makes me squirm.”

“But he hasn’t fucked you.” Scorpius is under no illusions that the woman in his arms is an actual virgin, but for the sake of the game she plays, the role she has taken on…

“Never,” she whispers. “You’re different, though. Do you like me?”

“I like this a lot.” Scorpius keeps his hand where it is, fondling her small tit. “I like hearing you moan. And can you feel how hard I am for you?” His other hand is on her hip, fingers tight as he grips it, grinding against her ass. “I want to bend you over and fuck you for your first time. I want to hear you scream.”

“Do you want to come on my tits?” She sounds hopeful, and he laughs.

“I want to come inside of you.” It’s time to drop the small surprise he has been saving. “I want to fuck you, and I want to fill you up while my best friend is shoving his prick down your throat.”

“Nice, Scor.” Albus comes up just in time to hear him, pausing with his hand on Scorpius’s ass just as the girl turns in surprise. His eyes go wide. “Holy… Merlin. Lils?”

That is not what Scorpius has been expecting at all, but here he stands with two Potters, his hand caressing one while the other massages his ass with intention.

He’ll take it. He’ll definitely take it.

Lily Luna blinks at them both. Scorpius can see her assessing the situation, cataloging what she knows of his and Al’s relationship and placing it all in a neat little bucket. Her skin is flushed, warm beneath his touch, but she never breaks role. “I’ll do it,” she whispers. “I want you to fuck me while I suck your friend here. I might not be very good at it… but I want to try.”

She leans towards Albus, twisting and tilting into his personal space. Scorpius holds his breath, waiting, until Al leans forward, meeting her and kissing her like he’d swallow her whole.

He never knew it, but Scorpius has been waiting for this moment. He’s harder than ever before, and he pushes them both, wanting to get them into the back room as soon as possible.

She turns shy as soon as they have claimed a room and locked the door behind them. She stands away from them, her fingers at the buttons of her shirt, toying with them as her gaze stays locked on the ground. She is so fucking perfect at this that it makes Scorpius’s heart ache, and his body throb with hunger. He nods at Albus, a silent order to get his clothes off, while Scorpius steps closer to Lily. He frames her face with his hands, lifting it until she looks at him. She blinks wide lashes at him, and he smiles reassuringly. “We’ll go slow,” he says softly. “And if you need us to stop, you say stop. You’re a beautiful girl, you know. Someday you’re going to be a beautiful woman.”

“I’m not actually sixteen yet,” she blurts out, face bright red beneath the freckles. “But I will be. Soon. In two months. I just… I wanted to…”

“Shh… shh…” Scorpius kisses her protests away. He kisses her lips, her cheeks, the tip of her nose, treating her as if she’s as scared as she pretends to be. “We’ll make it good for you, I promise.”

He undoes the buttons quickly, pushing the blouse off her shoulders to show pale skin and freckles, and small breasts that are half nipple, the areola puffed on the edge, the nipple taut at the center. He cups them both, covering them with his palms, flicking the nipples with his thumbs until she moans into his mouth. “Help me out here, Al,” he murmurs.

Albus stands behind her, and Scorpius crowds in until he knows Lily is pressed back against her brother’s crotch. Together they pull down her skirt and knickers, and Scorpius holds her cheeks open, letting Albus slide between them, into the slick space between her thighs. Her eyes go wide and Scorpius captures her cry with a kiss, teasing her mouth open and swallowing her breath as Albus thrusts again, moaning.

“Fuck, you’re wet.”

She licks her lip and looks over her shoulder. “Are you… are you going to fuck me now?”

Al meets her eyes. “No, Scor said he wanted that. I just want… I just want to do this a little. Does it feel good for you?”

She nods slowly, the flush on her cheeks rising. “Really good,” she whispers. “It makes me squirmy and hot and I ache.” She matches the words with a small shimmy of her hips, and Albus lets out a choked sound. Scorpius wants to pull away, wants to change the plan and tell Lily to get down on the floor and let Albus fuck her until she screams.

He wonders if she’d stop him. He wonders if she’d slip up and be herself rather than this wanton teen.

He doesn’t do it for that reason alone. Instead he takes his time stripping while he watches them, sees the way Albus shivers every time he strokes between her thighs. “Get her off,” he orders softly, and Al’s finger dips between her lips, rolling over the clit where it peeks out from its hood.

“Oh!” She shudders and shoves her hips back at him. “Merlin, oh… what is that? What are you doing? Don’t stop… please don’t stop…” She is quivering uncontrollably, her hands clenched, legs loose as she leans back against him. Scorpius has a feeling that in a moment, whether they want it or not, she will be so wet that Albus will slip inside of her.

He wraps an arm around her, pressing close enough that his prick slips between her lips, sliding against Al as they both rock against her. Albus twists a finger and Lily cries out again. Scorpius matches it by lowering his mouth to one small tit, teasing at her nipple until he feels her shake, breaking apart between them.

She goes limp when it’s done, and Scorpius gathers her in, letting Albus step away.

“How was that, sweetheart?” he asks, stroking her cheek.

“Lovely.” Her eyes are almost black, pupils blown wide. “Can I suck your friend now? Does he want to come on my tits?”

“You’ll have to ask him that,” Scorpius says with a smile. He jerks his chin, pointing to the overstuffed chair, and together they manage to help Lily up to kneel in the chair. It positions her bottom perfectly for Scorpius, and her head is at the same level as Albus’s prick.

Albus fills her first, feeding his cock into her mouth until she is full and making little whimpering sounds. He pulls out, and she looks up at him, pleading, “Don’t stop. I want to make you come down my throat.” He pushes inside with a little whine; Scorpius doesn’t think he’s ever seen Al look quite so wrecked.

He loves being able to fuck Lily from behind; it lets him watch them both so easily. She’s sopping wet and he slides in easily, fingers gripping her hips to set up a quick, snapping rhythm. She’s so fucking tight that he could almost believe she’s a virgin, gripping him brutally, milking his dick like she could make him come in just a few strokes. But Scorpius is better than that, and he doesn’t want to miss the show.

He reaches for one nipple, twisting it lightly, rolling it between his fingertips until she whimpers. She is shaking under his touch, his other thumb pressed lightly against her one remaining hole. She squirms when he touches it, even though his thumb is slick with her juices. “No,” she whispers, letting Al’s cock slip out. “Please no.”

Scorpius doesn’t know whether that’s a protest or a hard line. “Not tonight? Not my prick? Does it feel good?”

The flush stains her skin, entire body rose-colored with need. “It feels good,” she says softly. “But it’s dirty. Not tonight. Maybe… maybe another day.”

He presses lightly, and she presses back, an entire conversation in that touch. Lily Luna Potter is no stranger to being fucked in the ass, but this teenager in his arms is an innocent. He understands, and leaves it for another time. Instead he presses a kiss against her shoulder. “Another day. I might hold you to that one, sweetheart, if you’ve pleased us both. You have such a tight little fanny. Do you like how it feels when I fuck you?”

“Mm-hm.” Her agreement is muffled by Al’s cock, spit dripping down her chin, eyes watering as his hips stutter, going deeper than she can take. She whines, and he groans; he’s close to the edge. Scorpius wants to see this, wants to see that sweet little mouth swallow his best friend, so he pauses, holding back as Albus fucks into her mouth, and a moment later he stiffens.

Lily swallows but Albus pulls out, a stream shooting across her cheek and another on her chest. She whimpers as Scorpius rocks into her, desperate to come now, wanting to fill her up. “Oh fuck, baby,” he whispers. “I’m going to fill you. Going to push myself so deep inside your virgin fanny and I’m so close… so close… can you come for me again, baby?” He watches as Albus kisses her, as they both touch her, four hands on her nipples, on her clit, teasing her until she shatters and Scorpius can finally let go and gain his own release.

He feels the change in her demeanor, the way her body goes from lax and limp and innocent to slightly tense. “This is usually where the guy pulls out, Scor,” she says, and her voice is lower, without that breathy thread.

“Maybe I like being here. Why, is this about to get awkward?” His hand strokes her hip, and he doesn’t move, even though he’s starting to slip out as he softens.

She licks her lips and looks at Albus. “Not on my part. I mean, you two are the guys picking up sixteen year olds in a sex club.” She tosses her hair and the innocence is gone, replaced by the fiery girl he has known for so long.

“I’m okay.” Albus sinks into the other chair in the room, legs splayed as he leans back. “I mean… playacting aside, we’re all adults here. We know what we did.”

“You almost fucked your sister,” Scorpius points out baldly.

“I would have let him,” Lily counters quickly, her skin hot under his hands. “I’m not a tease.”

“Maybe we’ll get there next time.” Albus speaks quietly, each word seeming to be chosen carefully. “I mean, if you guys are done flirting and actually want me to join in.”

“He’s your boyfriend.” Lily pulls away, flopping into the chair and pulling Scorpius in with her. “I’m pretty sure I’m only going to fuck him if you know about it, and I’m fine with you being there.” Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and she bites the lower one, worrying at it. “Or participating. I’m fine with you participating. I mean… well… you can’t actually be surprised by that, Al.”

Albus smirks. “No, I’m not. I also remember that you like to watch.”

Scorpius has a feeling he’s missing a part of the conversation. “What are you two talking about?”

“Nothing,” Lily singsongs, and Albus laughs as she continues talking. “A story for another time. Right now, you two have a girl to take home, because I think once is not enough. She needs to learn how to suck a cock properly before you send her back to her boyfriend, and I think she might just loosen up enough to let someone take her ass.” She blinks innocently, and just like that the girl is back, hesitant and shy, offering, “Maybe? If you ask nice…”

It twists in Scorpius’s gut, and he glances at Albus just long to see him nod, to know it’s okay to bring her home. “Get dressed,” he whispers. “You’re coming home with us. You have so much to learn, baby. It might take all night.”

Scorpius rather hopes that it does.