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llaeyroThe second of this week's special double posting!
Title: Discovering A New Possibility (15)
Pairing: Albus Severus/James Sirius
Rating: NC-17
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, Part ELEVEN, Part TWELVE, Part THIRTEEN, Part FOURTEEN or view the whole series so far on AO3.
Holding back is so bloody hard with James grinding down on him, that sinful tongue dancing against his own.
But then he pulls away. They’re both panting. James looks lost. He doesn’t seem to know where to look, or what to do. He just hovers over Al, no longer touching, eyes roving constantly over his face and body.
Mustn’t leave time for logic to kick in, Al thinks, rucking up his t-shirt. James shifts to his knees, giving Al the space to yank it off and toss it aside.
He notices James’s fingers twitch.
It’s Al’s turn to reach out.
Part SIXTEEN
Title: Discovering A New Possibility (15)
Pairing: Albus Severus/James Sirius
Rating: NC-17
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, Part ELEVEN, Part TWELVE, Part THIRTEEN, Part FOURTEEN or view the whole series so far on AO3.
Holding back is so bloody hard with James grinding down on him, that sinful tongue dancing against his own.
But then he pulls away. They’re both panting. James looks lost. He doesn’t seem to know where to look, or what to do. He just hovers over Al, no longer touching, eyes roving constantly over his face and body.
Mustn’t leave time for logic to kick in, Al thinks, rucking up his t-shirt. James shifts to his knees, giving Al the space to yank it off and toss it aside.
He notices James’s fingers twitch.
It’s Al’s turn to reach out.
Part SIXTEEN
