“Going to let me join in?” Scorpius teases, rightly confident in his own place in things.
“Anything,” James tells him, honestly.
“I’m going to fuck my boyfriend while you suck him off,” Scorpius says, sliding the hand on Al’s stomach down, down, over his erection and further, cupping his balls before reaching a little further still, behind them.
Al – almost instinctively, James thinks – spreads his legs wider apart, giving Scorpius access, and Scorpius rubs his index finger gently around the puckered whorl of skin. Touching, not entering, his finger still dry.
“Lube?” James asks.
Scorpius meets his eyes deliberately, and James murmurs a wandless spell which brings the small bottle whirling across the room. He licks around his lips as he unstoppers it before leaning down to pour the viscous liquid over Scorpius’s fingers.
“Feels good,” Al says huskily.
“Good. Turn on your side. I’ll take you slowly that way, and James can suck you.” Al obeys, always willing to follow Scorpius’s lead in bed, though out of it things are a little different. “All right, James?” Scorpius asks, and kisses him hard when James nods. “You’re part of things now,” he says quietly. “We always wanted you to be.”
“Yeah,” says James, meaning ‘me too’.
He watches as Scorpius fingers Al open. He’s seen it before, more than once, but it never gets old, the sight of Scorpius’s long, almost delicate, fingers probing inside his brother. The way Albus arches and moans, his shaggy dark hair half-obscuring his face. The sound of harsh, desperate breaths coming from all three men. The heat, the scent of musk and lube and sex, the increasing tension and need.
“Fuck, Al,” James moans.
Albus gives him a half-smile and pants, “Sometime, maybe.”
And Merlin and Morgana, James had never even really considered...that. He says nothing, manoeuvring himself into place and putting his tongue against the tip of Al’s cock, where it peeks out of the foreskin. Albus lets out a whine, jerking uncontrollably at the sensation, which makes James’s own dick jump in reaction.
“Turn round, Jamie. Let me do you as you do me,” Albus says unexpectedly.
James has turned almost immediately, and he hears Scorpius chuckle above them. He looks at his blond lover – like a Greek fucking god, that man – and sees the affection and lust in his eyes as he returns the gaze.
“A Potter sixty-nine has to be the hottest thing I’ve seen in a while,” Scorpius comments, tweaking Albus’s nipple with one hand whilst the other still continues inside him. “Possibly ever.”
“Come on,” James teases, “you must have wanked in front of a mirror before.”
Scorpius’s laugh is genuine. “Fucked Al in front of one once. Utterly gorgeous, but you two are better still.”
“Going to let me join in?” Scorpius teases, rightly confident in his own place in things.
“Anything,” James tells him, honestly.
“I’m going to fuck my boyfriend while you suck him off,” Scorpius says, sliding the hand on Al’s stomach down, down, over his erection and further, cupping his balls before reaching a little further still, behind them.
Al – almost instinctively, James thinks – spreads his legs wider apart, giving Scorpius access, and Scorpius rubs his index finger gently around the puckered whorl of skin. Touching, not entering, his finger still dry.
“Lube?” James asks.
Scorpius meets his eyes deliberately, and James murmurs a wandless spell which brings the small bottle whirling across the room. He licks around his lips as he unstoppers it before leaning down to pour the viscous liquid over Scorpius’s fingers.
“Feels good,” Al says huskily.
“Good. Turn on your side. I’ll take you slowly that way, and James can suck you.” Al obeys, always willing to follow Scorpius’s lead in bed, though out of it things are a little different. “All right, James?” Scorpius asks, and kisses him hard when James nods. “You’re part of things now,” he says quietly. “We always wanted you to be.”
“Yeah,” says James, meaning ‘me too’.
He watches as Scorpius fingers Al open. He’s seen it before, more than once, but it never gets old, the sight of Scorpius’s long, almost delicate, fingers probing inside his brother. The way Albus arches and moans, his shaggy dark hair half-obscuring his face. The sound of harsh, desperate breaths coming from all three men. The heat, the scent of musk and lube and sex, the increasing tension and need.
“Fuck, Al,” James moans.
Albus gives him a half-smile and pants, “Sometime, maybe.”
And Merlin and Morgana, James had never even really considered...that. He says nothing, manoeuvring himself into place and putting his tongue against the tip of Al’s cock, where it peeks out of the foreskin. Albus lets out a whine, jerking uncontrollably at the sensation, which makes James’s own dick jump in reaction.
“Turn round, Jamie. Let me do you as you do me,” Albus says unexpectedly.
James has turned almost immediately, and he hears Scorpius chuckle above them. He looks at his blond lover – like a Greek fucking god, that man – and sees the affection and lust in his eyes as he returns the gaze.
“A Potter sixty-nine has to be the hottest thing I’ve seen in a while,” Scorpius comments, tweaking Albus’s nipple with one hand whilst the other still continues inside him. “Possibly ever.”
“Come on,” James teases, “you must have wanked in front of a mirror before.”
Scorpius’s laugh is genuine. “Fucked Al in front of one once. Utterly gorgeous, but you two are better still.”