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llaeyroTitle: Discovering A New Possibility (17)
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, nipple play, body piercings, 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, Part FIFTEEN, Part SIXTEEN or view the whole series so far on AO3.
Al bites his lip, staring down at his brother imploringly, his fingers still pressing insistently into the back of James’s neck. James’s long hair is pulled back into a low, messy bun— probably shoved away from the wind on the way home. A few loose strands fall against James’s face as he leans forward and traces Al’s bar with his tongue.
As Al watches James attach his lips to his chest, sucking gently and flicking his tongue around his nipple, Al wants.
He wants to reach up. Pull the hair band free. Feel long, wavy hair threading between his fingers.
Part EIGHTEEN
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, nipple play, body piercings, 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, Part FIFTEEN, Part SIXTEEN or view the whole series so far on AO3.
Al bites his lip, staring down at his brother imploringly, his fingers still pressing insistently into the back of James’s neck. James’s long hair is pulled back into a low, messy bun— probably shoved away from the wind on the way home. A few loose strands fall against James’s face as he leans forward and traces Al’s bar with his tongue.
As Al watches James attach his lips to his chest, sucking gently and flicking his tongue around his nipple, Al wants.
He wants to reach up. Pull the hair band free. Feel long, wavy hair threading between his fingers.
Part EIGHTEEN
