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Drabble: Discovering A New Possibility (4)
Title: Discovering A New Possibility (4)
Pairing: Albus Severus/James Sirius
Rating: NC-17 (ultimately)
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I make nothing.
Warnings: Incest, guilt, shame, UST, masturbation, voyeurism, explicit language, more warnings to follow!
A/N: This is part of an on-going drabble series, posting weekly. It will not make sense unless you've read the others, so you can catch up here: Part ONE, Part TWO, Part THREE, or view the whole series so far on AO3.
James can hear someone slowly approaching. He’s naked and vulnerable; his wand has rolled off the bed, onto the floor and out of sight. He waits. Whoever it is already knows enough to destroy him. His family, his career, his public image, everything. He can’t afford to piss them off. He waits for them to make their move.
Warmth, like a hand—soft as if covered in silky cloth—ghosts against James’s side. The sensation makes him gasp. He looks up, staring unseeingly at the face beneath the Cloak.
Scared to hope.
It’s better kept a fantasy. For everyone’s sake.
Part FIVE
Pairing: Albus Severus/James Sirius
Rating: NC-17 (ultimately)
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I make nothing.
Warnings: Incest, guilt, shame, UST, masturbation, voyeurism, explicit language, more warnings to follow!
A/N: This is part of an on-going drabble series, posting weekly. It will not make sense unless you've read the others, so you can catch up here: Part ONE, Part TWO, Part THREE, or view the whole series so far on AO3.
James can hear someone slowly approaching. He’s naked and vulnerable; his wand has rolled off the bed, onto the floor and out of sight. He waits. Whoever it is already knows enough to destroy him. His family, his career, his public image, everything. He can’t afford to piss them off. He waits for them to make their move.
Warmth, like a hand—soft as if covered in silky cloth—ghosts against James’s side. The sensation makes him gasp. He looks up, staring unseeingly at the face beneath the Cloak.
Scared to hope.
It’s better kept a fantasy. For everyone’s sake.
Part FIVE