Mr Malfoy is gasping, breathing unevenly, the cigarette is dangling from the tips of his fingers.
“Did you come?” Mr Malfoy asks after a moment.
Al shakes his head.
“Stand up.”
Al does, moving stiffly. He cries out as Mr Malfoy, without preamble, reaches into his trousers and grips his cock. It only takes a couple of strokes to bring Al off and he’s shaking, crying out as his come spurts onto his pants and into Mr Malfoy’s hand.
When he’s himself again, Al looks up at Mr Malfoy and smiles.
Mr Malfoy’s answering smile is wry. “Least I could do,” he murmurs. “You proved an apt pupil.”
Al smiles. “Thanks.” He dips his head, embarrassed.
“None of that,” says Mr Malfoy, tipping Al’s chin up. When he kisses Al, it’s sublime, his tongue everywhere in Al’s mouth, sampling, tasting. When he pulls back, he hums. “I taste delicious in your mouth.”
Al moans, his cock twitching.
Mr Malfoy’s smile widens. “Ah, youth,” he murmurs, patting Al’s crotch. “Alas, we can’t tarry much longer or we’ll be missed.”
Al nods. He swallows hard. “When can we—?” He pauses. Will Mr Malfoy want another go with him?
“Do this again?” Mr Malfoy hums. “Aren’t you visiting Scorpius next weekend?”
“Yes.”
Mr Malfoy wipes the corner of Al’s mouth with the pad of his thumb, putting it to his mouth and licking it. “We’ll have many opportunities to continue…this then, I assure you.” Leaning in, he whispers, “You have the makings of a first-rate cocksucker, Albus.” And with that he cancels the spell and, once more looking immaculate, he pauses, lights another cigarette, then strides away in a cloud of smoke.
It takes Al a few minutes to put himself back together, and by the time he gets back to the ballroom, his mum’s glaring. “Where were you?” she asks.
Al shrugs. “Couldn’t find the loo.” He huffs. “Honestly, Mum! I’m seventeen!”
“You’ll always be my baby,” his mum reminds him before turning her attention elsewhere.
James gives him an amused look that says he’ll want the real story later, but Al knows he won’t tell him a thing. No. He’s got a secret, it’s the most delicious secret in the world, and it’s all his.
“Did you come?” Mr Malfoy asks after a moment.
Al shakes his head.
“Stand up.”
Al does, moving stiffly. He cries out as Mr Malfoy, without preamble, reaches into his trousers and grips his cock. It only takes a couple of strokes to bring Al off and he’s shaking, crying out as his come spurts onto his pants and into Mr Malfoy’s hand.
When he’s himself again, Al looks up at Mr Malfoy and smiles.
Mr Malfoy’s answering smile is wry. “Least I could do,” he murmurs. “You proved an apt pupil.”
Al smiles. “Thanks.” He dips his head, embarrassed.
“None of that,” says Mr Malfoy, tipping Al’s chin up. When he kisses Al, it’s sublime, his tongue everywhere in Al’s mouth, sampling, tasting. When he pulls back, he hums. “I taste delicious in your mouth.”
Al moans, his cock twitching.
Mr Malfoy’s smile widens. “Ah, youth,” he murmurs, patting Al’s crotch. “Alas, we can’t tarry much longer or we’ll be missed.”
Al nods. He swallows hard. “When can we—?” He pauses. Will Mr Malfoy want another go with him?
“Do this again?” Mr Malfoy hums. “Aren’t you visiting Scorpius next weekend?”
“Yes.”
Mr Malfoy wipes the corner of Al’s mouth with the pad of his thumb, putting it to his mouth and licking it. “We’ll have many opportunities to continue…this then, I assure you.” Leaning in, he whispers, “You have the makings of a first-rate cocksucker, Albus.” And with that he cancels the spell and, once more looking immaculate, he pauses, lights another cigarette, then strides away in a cloud of smoke.
It takes Al a few minutes to put himself back together, and by the time he gets back to the ballroom, his mum’s glaring. “Where were you?” she asks.
Al shrugs. “Couldn’t find the loo.” He huffs. “Honestly, Mum! I’m seventeen!”
“You’ll always be my baby,” his mum reminds him before turning her attention elsewhere.
James gives him an amused look that says he’ll want the real story later, but Al knows he won’t tell him a thing. No. He’s got a secret, it’s the most delicious secret in the world, and it’s all his.
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