Scorpius/Albus, Scorpius/Albus/James a/n - sorry there's more joining in than watching, I hope it's not too disappointing.
“Hey James.”
Scorpius looks across to the doorway at James, his casual greeting apparently at odds with the fact that he is half-naked, James’s brother Albus on his knees in front of him with his mouth around Scorpius’s cock. James loves that about Scor – that he is so utterly shameless about it; about sex, about the fact that he’s fucking Al, about the fact that he enjoys James watching.
Watching, and sometimes joining in. James’s heart is beating a little faster tonight because he’s thinking of taking Scorpius up on something he’s suggested more than once in the past. Usually, James gets off on watching Scorpius take Albus apart. Sometimes, he’ll touch Scor, or Scorpius will fuck his face. The one thing that never happens is James touching his brother.
Until tonight.
“I see you didn’t wait for me,” James says, willing his voice to sound steady.
Scorpius tangles his hand in Al’s hair, tugging gently to direct him back to his task. And fuck, Albus looks good on his knees. He hasn’t even lifted his head to look in James’s direction, too intent on his task. He is shirtless, naked from the waist up as Scorpius is naked from the waist down – and James both loves and hates that he finds Albus incredibly attractive. He knows it’s wrong, but it feels too good to let go of. As for Scor…
Scorpius looks over at James as James settles himself on the bed behind Albus, and smirks. He knows how James feels about him. Everyone fancies Scorpius Malfoy, and he knows it. James is half-hard already.
“Why wait, when Al wants it so much?” he asks, his voice smoky.
Even from behind, James can see the flush which takes over Albus’s face, neck and ears. He has the Weasley tendency there.
“Why indeed,” James agrees.
“So, are you merely watching tonight, or…?” Scorpius trails off invitingly.
“One Potter not enough for you, Malfoy?”
Scorpius looks down at Albus and strokes his head with unexpected gentleness. “One is definitely enough,” he says softly. “But if the option’s there...”
“The option’s there.”
Their eyes meet, and James pushes himself off the bed, stalking over to Scorpius and standing above Al as he leans in to kiss his brother’s boyfriend. Below him, Albus gives a little moan, and James isn’t sure whether it’s because Scor has pushed his cock further into Al’s mouth as they kiss, or whether (as he secretly hopes) Al is getting off on watching James and Scorpius snog.
The kiss turns hotter and dirtier, and James’s hands are on the buttons of Scorpius’s shirt, pulling it off. He runs his hands over Scor’s chest and back, and accidentally-on-purpose rubs his cock against the side of Albus’s head as the three of them are pressed closer. And James is definitely not imagining it as Al leans against him, nudging his erection with his cheek. Merlin, Al does want him. Scorpius hasn’t been making it up.
a/n - sorry there's more joining in than watching, I hope it's not too disappointing.
“Hey James.”
Scorpius looks across to the doorway at James, his casual greeting apparently at odds with the fact that he is half-naked, James’s brother Albus on his knees in front of him with his mouth around Scorpius’s cock. James loves that about Scor – that he is so utterly shameless about it; about sex, about the fact that he’s fucking Al, about the fact that he enjoys James watching.
Watching, and sometimes joining in. James’s heart is beating a little faster tonight because he’s thinking of taking Scorpius up on something he’s suggested more than once in the past. Usually, James gets off on watching Scorpius take Albus apart. Sometimes, he’ll touch Scor, or Scorpius will fuck his face. The one thing that never happens is James touching his brother.
Until tonight.
“I see you didn’t wait for me,” James says, willing his voice to sound steady.
Scorpius tangles his hand in Al’s hair, tugging gently to direct him back to his task. And fuck, Albus looks good on his knees. He hasn’t even lifted his head to look in James’s direction, too intent on his task. He is shirtless, naked from the waist up as Scorpius is naked from the waist down – and James both loves and hates that he finds Albus incredibly attractive. He knows it’s wrong, but it feels too good to let go of. As for Scor…
Scorpius looks over at James as James settles himself on the bed behind Albus, and smirks. He knows how James feels about him. Everyone fancies Scorpius Malfoy, and he knows it. James is half-hard already.
“Why wait, when Al wants it so much?” he asks, his voice smoky.
Even from behind, James can see the flush which takes over Albus’s face, neck and ears. He has the Weasley tendency there.
“Why indeed,” James agrees.
“So, are you merely watching tonight, or…?” Scorpius trails off invitingly.
“One Potter not enough for you, Malfoy?”
Scorpius looks down at Albus and strokes his head with unexpected gentleness. “One is definitely enough,” he says softly. “But if the option’s there...”
“The option’s there.”
Their eyes meet, and James pushes himself off the bed, stalking over to Scorpius and standing above Al as he leans in to kiss his brother’s boyfriend. Below him, Albus gives a little moan, and James isn’t sure whether it’s because Scor has pushed his cock further into Al’s mouth as they kiss, or whether (as he secretly hopes) Al is getting off on watching James and Scorpius snog.
The kiss turns hotter and dirtier, and James’s hands are on the buttons of Scorpius’s shirt, pulling it off. He runs his hands over Scor’s chest and back, and accidentally-on-purpose rubs his cock against the side of Albus’s head as the three of them are pressed closer. And James is definitely not imagining it as Al leans against him, nudging his erection with his cheek. Merlin, Al does want him. Scorpius hasn’t been making it up.