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Title: Discovering A New Possibility (11)
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, come licking, 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, Part FOUR, Part FIVE, Part SIX, Part SEVEN, Part EIGHT, Part NINE, Part TEN or view the whole series so far on AO3.
Fuck it.
He was finally about to get his mouth on James’s thick cock, and now he’s on his back. Everything’s gone tits up.
Or has it? Because James is on his knees, cautiously advancing towards him. Like a fox trying not to spook a rabbit. Al lies still, watching, waiting. His chest is heaving with rapid breaths. James reaches out, brushing hair out of Al’s eyes. Then he leans in, and Al knows what James wants. He wants it too. He wets his lips with his tongue in invitation.
The movement catches James’s gaze.
And he closes the gap.
Part TWELVE
Title: Discovering A New Possibility (11)
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, come licking, 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, Part FOUR, Part FIVE, Part SIX, Part SEVEN, Part EIGHT, Part NINE, Part TEN or view the whole series so far on AO3.
Fuck it.
He was finally about to get his mouth on James’s thick cock, and now he’s on his back. Everything’s gone tits up.
Or has it? Because James is on his knees, cautiously advancing towards him. Like a fox trying not to spook a rabbit. Al lies still, watching, waiting. His chest is heaving with rapid breaths. James reaches out, brushing hair out of Al’s eyes. Then he leans in, and Al knows what James wants. He wants it too. He wets his lips with his tongue in invitation.
The movement catches James’s gaze.
And he closes the gap.
Part TWELVE
