Betas: literaryspell and mystressxoxo
Pairing: Albus Severus/Scorpius
Rating: hard R
Warnings: underage characters, PWP
Word Count: 258
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K. Rowling, various publishers, including but not limited to Bloomsbury Publishing Plc. and Scholastic Inc., and Warner Bros. Entertainment Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. This story is a work of fiction. Names, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.
Summary: It's Halloween in Hogwarts, but Albus and Scorpius have their own way to celebrate it.
A/N: Written for hp_nextgen_fest Halloween Drabble Treat, using the prompt All Hallows Eve. Although I like the Halloween festivities, we don't have it here in Brazil, so I hope the drabble is at least okay.
“Have you gone crazy?” Scorpius nearly shouted as they reached the empty Slytherin common room.
All the other students were enjoying the magnificent Halloween feast at the Great Hall, but Albus hadn’t even given him the chance to properly sip his pumpkin juice before dragging him out of the hall and to the dungeons.
“We’ll be missed at the feast.”
Scorpius was trying to pull out of Albus’s grasp just before he locked the door to the boys’ dormitory, but soon found himself shoved face first against the door, hissing at the heat of Albus’s body against his own.
He gasped at the feeling of the other boy’s erection pressing against his bum through their clothes and felt his own cock harden with need. Scorpius whimpered. Albus nibbled at his earlobe.
“I really doubt it,” Albus finally replied, voice husky, earning a moan from the boy beneath him.
It what? At this point Scorpius could hardly recall saying anything. He wanted – needed - it, to feel that hardness filling him. He bit his lip to suppress a moan as Albus undid the trousers of their pirate costumes, and the other boy’s fingers found their way to prepare him.
“Say you want it,” Albus whispered in his ear, fingertips teasing at Scorpius’s entrance.
“Please, Al, I wan–“ Scorpius broke off and said instead, “I need you.” It came out as a needy whimper but he didn’t care; all that mattered was the sensation, the anticipation… He let himself feel, tilting his head back and relaxing under Al’s ministrations.
Optional sequel: Feeling safer