Mr Malfoy is silent for so long, Al assumes he’s trying to think of a way to let him down gently. Then his hand is on Al’s face, and he’s tipping Al’s chin up. “Look at me,” he says.

Al obeys, raising his eyes. What he sees on Mr Malfoy’s face, speculation, interest, hunger, makes his breath catch.

“So sweet.” Mr Malfoy slowly smiles, the cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth. “Have you sucked many other…things, Albus?”

Al wants to lie, he really does, but… “No,” he admits.

Mr Malfoy nods. “Thank you for being honest. We shall take this slowly,” he says. He runs his thumb under Al’s bottom lip. “Follow me.”

Al almost trips over himself as he hurries after Mr Malfoy. They wind their way around the balcony, skirting the ballroom until they’re in a secluded alcove. Mr Malfoy waves his hand and a shimmering Disillusionment Charm is in place, hiding them.

Swallowing hard, Al stares at Mr Malfoy, unsure how to begin.

Mr Malfoy hums. “Do as I say and all will be well. On your knees, Albus.”

Al drops to his knees, looking up at Mr Malfoy looming over him.

Mr Malfoy sighs. “If there’s a next time, I’ll expect you to do this next bit yourself,” he says, his hands busily undoing his robes to reveal his trousers. Within moments he’s pulling his cock out.

Al’s eyes widen. He’s big, so big Al’s not sure he can take him. “Oh.”

Mr Malfoy laughs softly. “You’re good for my ego,” he murmurs. Holding up his cock, he says, “Now, lick the head.”

Leaning forward, Al does, sticky, slightly salty liquid seeping onto his tongue. He looks up to see Mr Malfoy take a deep drag of his cigarette, and heat curls in his gut. Wrapping his lips around the crown, Al moves down Mr Malfoy’s prick.

“Watch the teeth,” Mr Malfoy murmurs, and Al, unable to respond any other way, hums.

“Fuck,” Mr Malfoy moans, his hand settling on Al’s head. “Look at you. You’re a natural cocksucker, aren’t you? Wrap your hand around the base—Yes, like that. Now, see if you can get your lips to touch your hand. Oh, fuck…yes!”

Al’s drooling, his jaw is aching, and he’s as hard as he can recall in his life. Mr Malfoy is panting, his breath hitching, and Al’s the one doing that, the one giving him pleasure.

When Mr Malfoy begins to shallowly thrust into his mouth, Al’s eyes start to water, but he keeps sucking, keeping himself still.

“Good,” Mr Malfoy croons. “Let me use your mouth…Salazar but you’re gorgeous. It’s like…you were made…to take my cock…”

Al’s trembling with the need to come, his own cock is pressing painfully against his flies.

“I’m going to come,” Mr Malfoy moans after a few more thrusts. “Try to swallow as much as you can.”

Al hums his agreement and Mr Malfoy groans. Hot, salty liquid fills Al’s mouth and throat, and though he tries his best to swallow it all, there’s too much, some seeps out the corners of his mouth and he starts to choke.

He pulls off, managing to close his eyes just as the last few spurts hit his face and dribble down onto his chin.