Albus Severus Potter (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
honourbyname) wrote2014-06-29 02:06 pm
honourbyname) wrote2014-06-29 02:06 pm
Entry tags:
[OOM] Hogwarts Dorm Rooms
It's a peaceful Sunday mid-morning and the dormitories are nearly empty, save for one Albus Potter sitting up in his bed, doing something so incredibly predictable for a Ravenclaw student, it's almost downright cliche.
He's reading a book.
Oh, yes.
Most of his clothing is strewn about on the floor, and his other belongings - books stacked in piles of two - are perched precariously on the edge of his night-table. Albus has never been known to be particularly neat with his belongings but it could be worse.
(At least all of said clothing is clean, for example.)
He's flipping through pages, occasionally jotting down a note in the parchment beside him.
He's reading a book.
Oh, yes.
Most of his clothing is strewn about on the floor, and his other belongings - books stacked in piles of two - are perched precariously on the edge of his night-table. Albus has never been known to be particularly neat with his belongings but it could be worse.
(At least all of said clothing is clean, for example.)
He's flipping through pages, occasionally jotting down a note in the parchment beside him.
no subject
Which is, if anything like the butterflies that are fluttering about in his own stomach, from nerves, he totally understands.
He distracts Albus from those silly thoughts by kissing him, and helping him with the last of the buttons.
And with the pushing of the shirt off the shoulders.
And -
"Alright?" he asks, only after the shirt has been added to the pile on the floor.
no subject
His reply is sure, much surer than his fingers had been, and while his skin suddenly feels cold from the sudden loss of shirt, Scorpius' mouth on his warms him immediately.
It's instinct more than anything that gives him the confidence to do this.
His hands immediately set to exploring Scorpius' skin, shifting the focus of his mouth from Scorpius' lips to his neck, and then a shoulder, one hand moving to press itself against the pounding beat of his heart, echoing like Albus' own.
no subject
"Okay."
He worries at his bottom lip, if only in restraint, and oh-so-carefully follows the curve of Albus' collarbone with his fingers.
Down then, across his chest, and lower still to skim the waist of trousers. But there he stops, paused.
"Maybe we should, uhm - Lie down?"
(It'd be more comfortable. Or something.)
no subject
Scorpius is right, of course.
And these sorts of things - whatever they're trying to do, or however far they're willing to go - are probably done better when more comfortable.
Not that Albus isn't feeling surprisingly okay about everything though. Good, even.
He kisses Scorpius again, leaning back against the crushed sheets and his half-squashed pillow and drawing the other boy with him.
no subject
Being the adventurous sort and all.
He breaks the kiss - with some reluctance, being that they were having a very good snog - to turn his attentions elsewhere.
Like to the same path his fingers had taken moments before.
no subject
If Albus hadn't been completely distracted by Scorpius (so that the world around them could cease to exist and he wouldn't even notice) before, well he certainly is now.
Everything is getting hotter, the pounding in his chest is getting louder, and the blood pumping in his ears is nearly deafening - save for the sound of their breathing, and lips being pressed against skin, hands skimming strong curves and tense muscle.
He is only vaguely aware that Scorpius' hand is reaching lower than it ever has, and Albus is both excited and a little scared of what he knows is going to come next.
no subject
Not that such thoughts are enough to stop him.
One glance at Al, so undone as he is and all from his doing, and Scorpius is feeling particularly pleased with himself.
Sitting back, lower lip caught between his teeth, his fingers tremble, much like Al's had before, as he reaches for the trousers and then there's nothing to do but act.
(He'll worry about any critiques on technique later.)
no subject
Everything is so - it's all skin and lips and fingers, here, then there, then there. Everywhere.
He closes his eyes and feels like he's drowning in happiness itself, to be so close to Scorpius, to share this with him. Even if it's not yet mutual.
Not yet.
no subject
(Adventurous, remember? And - why not.)
With some awkwardness and certainly not very graceful-like, being the first time and all, but - brilliant.
Scorpius has forgotten his worries and he'll accept whatever critique because it is just so - and Albus is - and he's grinning, after.
"Still with me?" he asks, when he clambers forward to kiss his ridiculously gorgeous boyfriend on the nose, cheek and chin, and everywhere.
"You'd better not be thinking about Potions."
no subject
He feels spent and relaxed, more relaxed than he's ever been. Is this what it feels like? The pain mingled with the pleasure, and then suddenly he's aware of e v e r y thing.
"Who could think of Potions after that?" he asks, voice quiet, almost shy.
no subject
What they've just done.
"I don't think it makes the memoirs, though."
He curls up beside Albus, sharing his pillow, and touching. He can't stop touching his boyfriend. Kisses here, and there. And hands everywhere.
"Unless it's a biography written by Rita Skeeter, maybe? I haven't read any of her works."
He realizes he's rambling now. It's just - And he's just - And what they did.
no subject
Because ... yeah. After what they've done, which he's never ever done before, or ever even thought they'd be doing this morning, it's actually a bit exhausting.
"Maybe," he allows. "I've read plenty of Rita Skeeter. It's hard not to when your dad -"
There's a one-shouldered shrug but he doesn't finish the sentence. Scorpius knows about his dad. He knows how Rita Skeeter has pretty much made it her life's mission to go after him for ages.
"Mm. Scorp? Um. How do you feel?"
no subject
And not who Scorpius wants to be thinking about right now, anyway. So.
"Uhm."
How does he feel? Besides brilliant, if a little flabbergasted as to how the morning took its turn. (He did not plan this. Handsy snogging, yes. That, no.)
"Honestly? Like I could go another round or two," he says with a laugh.
He glances at Albus, taking stock of his (sleepy-eyed) boyfriend - and, okay, getting another eyeful, too. It's just - yeah.
"Are you - ?" He sits up, propping himself on an elbow. "I mean - How do you feel?"
no subject
He smiles and lets it sort of linger on his face.
Yeah, lets not talk or think about Albus' dad for a little bit. Talk about a moment-killer. (Sorry, dad.)
He traces the line of Scorpius' jaw with a finger, the motion entirely fond.
"We could go again. If you want. Before the morning's over."
... and everyone gets back.
no subject
That smile.
His heart is skipping all over the place.
no subject
He feels like he'd run a marathon, but that's just Scorpius' effect on him.
It's strange. Brilliant. He's honestly never felt anything like this before.
So ... yeah. Another round couldn't be a better idea.