FIC: Control Issues (Albus/Scorpius) NC17
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hpkinkfestTitle: Control Issues
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son_of_darkness
My own prompt:
Kink Showcased: Breathplay
Rating: NC17
Pairing(s): Albus Severus/Scorpius
Summary: "I want to see your eyes, today. I want to see the fear and panic when you can't breathe. I want to see how desperate you look and how afraid you are."
Warnings: Bondage, D/s, various different methods of breathplay
Word Count: 6959
Author's Notes: A million thank yous to my betas and a general yaye for kink. :D YAYE!
He didn't know what it was. It felt almost like a punch in the gut, or being kicked by a horse. Only… instead of pain he felt something warm and pleasant rush out from the point of impact to every nerve ending in his body. He watched avidly as Al raised his head from the pillow, panting and coughing and looking wide. His face was red, his skin was sweaty and his breathing was deep, loud and frantic; like each breath mattered more than the last. Scorpius just watched, transfixed, cock still buried deep inside Al's arse as Al turned to look angrily over his shoulder at him.
"You nearly fucking killed me," he said, eyes still wide. "I shouted at you twice to let me up."
Scorpius frowned. "I didn't hear you."
"No, because my face was buried in the pillows, you lunatic."
Scorpius pulled out of Al and fell back onto the bed, watching as Albus rolled over and propped himself breathlessly up against the headboard. The pair remained silent for a while, Scorpius watching the way Al's chest rose and fell until his breathing had returned to normal and the anger had faded from his face. "Next time we should push the pillows off the bed," Al suggested. "Or fuck at the other end. Either way, I don't fancy nearly suffocating again."
Scorpius just looked at him and something inside seemed to suddenly fall very neatly into place.
* * *
Scorpius had, of course, known he was a control freak for quite some time. He liked his coffee made just so, with one and a half sugars, just a drop of milk, and stirred in an anti-clockwise direction. He could always tell if it had been stirred incorrectly. It tasted different. So few people were able to actually make coffee to his liking, though, so he'd eventually given up trying to explain it to them and just offered to make it himself.
The bed was another area that Scorpius had taken charge of. The making of it, anyway. He loathed the way Albus would just carelessly toss pillows onto the mattress, willy nilly, not once stopping to plump or straighten them or place them in any sort of logical order. It was obvious the bigger pillows should go at the back and descend in size from there. Al's protest of "we don't even use them all, anyway" had gone very much unheeded.
Control had always been a big part of Scorpius' life, but he'd never expected his desire for it to manifest in such an... unusual way.
* * *
The next time Al surfaced, gasping and red-faced, from the pillows, Scorpius bit his lip and braced himself for the angry onslaught he was sure Al was trying to regain his breath for. He looked absolutely stunning as he gulped down lungfuls of air and the sight of his body squirming in the sheets before he'd pushed himself up had been unbelievable. If Scorpius had had any doubts about which way his desires had been leading him, they were certainly gone now. He moved off Al's thigh and enjoyed the few seconds of frantic breathing before Al found his voice.
"What are you doing?!" Al demanded, furious. "Anyone would think you were trying to kill me. Is this about my Quidditch insurance? Is that it? Because you don't need it, you're already bloody rich."
"It's nothing to do with insurance, you paranoid idiot," Scorpius snapped back, both amused and slightly annoyed at the accusation.
"My dad's firebolt, then? You know he's leaving me that."
"I'm not trying to kill you, Albus," Scorpius said, rolling his eyes. "You'd be no fun to me dead." He smirked and Albus frowned, his breathing still slightly heavy but evening out now.
"Then would you care to explain why you've almost suffocated me twice in a row?"
Scorpius looked at him for a while, then shrugged. "I just... I don't know... I think it's sort of... sexy."
Albus blinked. "Sexy?"
"Yeah."
"Trying to kill me is sexy?"
Scorpius growled and pushed himself up, walking over to and picking up his trousers from the floor. "I said I'm not trying to kill you. Just..." he paused. "... almost kill you."
Al's eyes widened. "What?!" he cried, shooting up from the bed.
Scorpius realised the phrase 'almost kill you' was probably not the best one he could have used. He sighed and finished doing up his trousers before turning to face Al properly. "That's not what I meant either. It's just that... well, the first time it happened it was an accident. Your face was in the pillows, I didn't notice and then when you came up you were breathing so hard and you looked so frantic and desperate and it was... hot. It was really unbelievably sexy and I couldn't stop staring at you. And then it was all I could think about for ages."
Albus' expression had changed to one of confusion, but he seemed to be listening rather than protesting or interrupting, so Scorpius went on.
"So anyway, I kept thinking about it and wondering why I found it so arousing, and all I could think of was that it must have been something to do with the way you seemed so desperate. Like... like... I don't know... like you were scared or panicking because you thought you might die or something."
"Well, I sort of was," Al replied.
"But that's what I found so sexy." Scorpius said, nodding enthusiastically. "The fact that you couldn't breathe because of me. Like... like I was somehow in control. I know I wasn't really... but that's why I did it again tonight. I did it on purpose this time. I just wanted to see if that was really the reason." He paused momentarily and went back over what he'd just said. "I guess that makes me sort of sick, doesn't it?"
Albus remained silent for a while, and Scorpius suddenly felt like a complete pervert. Albus probably thought he was a weirdo now and he'd probably go and tell all their friends and Scorpius would never live it down and it would eventually get back to his parents and they'd...
"You want to control my breathing?" Al asked eventually, cutting through Scorpius' rather unpleasant swirling thoughts.
He sighed, feeling deflated now after his amazing orgasm a few minutes ago. He nodded, unable now to really deny it.
"Well..." Albus went on, looking quite awkward himself. "What if I said I thought that was... sort of a hot idea?"
Scorpius' eyes widened and he was momentarily too stunned to think of a response. In fact, it took him a moment to realise that his ears hadn't deceived him and that Al really had said what he'd thought he'd said.
"You... really?" Scorpius managed. "You don't think I'm weird?"
"I didn't say that," Al said, grinning slightly. "But, even so... I think it could be sort of... fun."
"You'd let me do that?"
Albus shrugged and his grin widened. "Yeah. As long as this isn't actually just some insurance plot. Because there are easier ways to kill someone, you know."
Scorpius laughed and felt himself relax slightly. So, maybe he wasn't such a freak after all.
* * *
The pillows. It seemed the most logical thing; he knew they worked, after all, they had plenty of them, and they were soft enough not to do any damage to Al's face. It made sense.
"How exactly do you want to do this, then?" Al asked, sitting on the edge of the bed and fiddling with one of the smaller, decorative pillows. Scorpius bit his lip and looked at the bed for a minute, trying to decide on a course of action.
"Well," he said. "I guess you could lie on your back and I could hold the pillow over your face or something?"
Al moved further onto the bed and lay down. "Like this?"
Scorpius grinned and nodded. "Yeah." He was still feeling slightly thrown at Al's enthusiasm; he'd assumed his idea would be met with a raised eyebrow or derisive laugh, but Al seemed quite happy at the prospect of being smothered half to death. Of course, Scorpius would never let it get that far, but it was still a fairly big deal in his mind. He looked at Al for a while before climbing onto the bed and moving to straddle Al's hips. He'd decided to try this without sex, just to see if it elicited the same sort of response, but even as he reached for one of the larger, fuller pillows, he could already feel something quite pleasant spiralling in his stomach. "Um... so, what happens when you need to breathe?" Scorpius asked, hesitating slightly, the pillow in both hands.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean... you're going to need to breathe eventually. How will you let me know?"
Albus shrugged. "I don't know. Probably thrash and struggle and scream bloody murder?" He was grinning, obviously joking, but Scorpius couldn't help finding that idea incredibly appealing. He cleared his throat, as if that would somehow hide the fact that his cheeks were suddenly burning. No, that was not a good idea. Not yet, anyway.
"Just tap my arm when you need to breathe, alright? And I'll stop."
Albus grinned again and nodded and Scorpius took a deep breath himself before lowering his arms and pressing the pillow into Al's face, covering it entirely. It was instantaneous; the pleasant, tingling sensation in his stomach spread to his chest, making his heartbeat speed up as he listened to the breathing coming from beneath the pillow. It was slow and measured, but he could clearly hear the effort Al was putting in, trying to pull air through layers of fabric and down. Al was lying perfectly still and Scorpius wondered how long he could stay like this before he felt the tap on his arm.
He leaned forward, moving closer to the pillow, wanting to hear Al better, wanting to see if he could feel any warmth coming through the fabric. He heard Al grunt and let out a shaky breath as the muffled noise sent the tingling feeling downwards, straight to his cock -- proof that there didn't have to be any sex involved for this to be arousing. He moved back when Al grunted again and noticed Al's chest rising much higher now as he tried to inhale. He felt the body under him tense slightly and he fought back the urge to push his hips into Al's, knowing he couldn't afford to lose his concentration. There was another muffled moan, this one louder, and he watched as Al's right arm lifted slightly from his side.
Scorpius almost removed the pillow, but Albus had plenty of room to reach up and tap his arm. He trusted Al to let him know when he'd had enough. He bit his lip again and pressed the pillow harder to Al's face, nearly moaning himself when Al squirmed under him and finally slapped him on the elbow.
Instantly Scorpius drew back the pillow and flung it to one side, looking into Al's flushed face. He was panting, his eyes wide, and Scorpius actually felt a shiver run down his spin and all the way to his toes. Albus looked incredible like that, and Scorpius felt a sense of power building in his chest. It felt prideful and almost smug, but so much more than that, and the fact that Al had allowed him to do that turned him on more than he could wrap his head around. Al had given him that control and Scorpius' head was nearly spinning with it.
"Are you alright?" Scorpius asked, aware suddenly of his own rapid breathing. Albus nodded and reached up to push the hair out of his face.
"Yeah...," he said. "That was... wow."
Scorpius licked his lips. "Were you scared?"
Albus nodded. "A little bit," he admitted, then grinned slightly. "But... I think I sort of liked that."
Scorpius looked down and for the first time noticed the bulge in Al's jeans. He couldn't help but smirk as he moved forward and leaned down, pressing his own erection against Al's. "Want to go again?" he asked, grinding down against Al and reaching for the pillow. Al nodded and Scorpius once again felt that pleasant tingling sensation building in his gut.
* * *
It was several weeks and quite a few pillow-smothering sessions later that Scorpius realised he wanted more control. Giving Al an easy out had been the smart thing at do at first, but the arm-tapping had become bothersome, if for no other reason than it dictated to Scorpius when he had to stop. Scorpius had never been one for being dictated to and it had started to lessen his sense of control. He wasn't really the one in control - Albus was.
Of course, Al's safety was still completely paramount, but Scorpius was sure that they'd done it enough times now for him to know when Al needed to breathe just based on body language alone. The sudden tensing of Al's thighs, the muffled moans, the way his torso shifted and arched... These all came just before the tapping. Scorpius could easily read that. So what to do about the arm-tap?
He could tell Albus not to tap. It was a simple enough instruction. But in moments of panic would obeying an instruction really be at the forefront of anybodies mind? Especially when that panic was caused by something as major as not being able to breathe.
He supposed it was worth a try.
"So, I've been thinking," he said, once again straddling Al's hips and holding the pillow in his hands. "You know how you tap me on the arm when you need to breathe?"
Albus nodded. "Yeah?"
Scorpius frowned slightly and exhaled. "Well, could you not do that, this time?"
There was a pause, then Albus raised a quizzical eyebrow. "And what about when I need to breathe?"
"I'll remove the pillow," Scorpius said simply. "I know when you need to breathe. You move in certain ways... even before you tap me. I'll just... keep an eye out."
"Keep an eye out?"
"Yeah." Scorpius nodded, sensing Al's slightly unease with this new suggestion. "I promise I won't kill you." He grinned to let Al know he was playing and was pleased with Al's resulting shrug.
"Alright, fine. But if I die, I'm coming back to haunt you."
Scorpius smiled and settled more comfortably into Al's lap before covering Al's face with the pillow. It was going very well, Al was breathing heavily into the linen, laying still at first, then grunting and moaning and tensing, and Scorpius knew that Al was getting close. He watched him carefully, feeling every movement and quiver in his body. Any minute now Al's back would arch and Scorpius would know that Al needed to breathe and he would...
Scorpius frowned and removed the pillow.
"Why did you tap me?" Scorpius asked, annoyed and frustrated that Al had broken their agreement. "You said you wouldn't."
"I know, I'm sorry. I couldn't help it," Al panted, looking flushed, desperate and apologetic all at once. "I didn't mean to, I just... it was a reflex."
Scorpius sighed heavily and put the pillow down. He'd considered this possibility but it annoyed him that it had happened anyway. Still... there had to be other ways of stopping Al from tapping. Perhaps some sort of bribery system? He wasn't entirely above that. Maybe a blow-job for every time Al didn't tap? Or an ice cream. Either one was good.
He looked down at Al thoughtfully for a while, watching him breathe, then something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. Al's dressing gown. It was hanging messily over the back of the chair and trailing along the floor below was the cord. Perhaps...
He climbed off Al, ignoring his protests, and grabbed the cord, pulling it free from the garment and making his way back over to the bed.
"Okay, so... new plan," he said, suddenly feeling a lot better about the situation. Albus looked incredibly confused. "Give me your hands."
"Why?" Al asked, unsure. "What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to tie your hands to the headboard."
Albus eyed him for a few moments, then the cord in his hands, before a slow smirk spread across his face. "You want to tie me up, now?"
"Yes." Scorpius nodded. "So you can't tap. That way all the responsibility is taken away from you and I have all the control." Even saying it turned him on. It was so simple. Why hadn't he thought of it before? He wasn't sure what he expected from Al, but having him willingly present his wrists so quickly felt incredible. There was no fight, no resistance, just happy obedience. Scorpius felt his stomach clench excitedly as he tied Al's wrists together in front of him, then pulled them up above his head. Albus lay down again and bit his lip as Scorpius tied the end of the cord off to the bar in the headboard.
"Can you get out?" he asked, finding the sight of Al's stretched and restrained body a lot sexier than he'd anticipated.
Al struggled and gave a good, hard tug on his wrists, twisting and flexing them before finally giving up. "No."
The feeling that settled over Scorpius in that instant was so powerful it almost made him dizzy. Al was completely helpless and unable to do anything. Scorpius literally had all the power. He just stood and watched Albus for a minute; the way he craned his head to try and look at his bound wrists, the way he fiddled with the cord as if trying to seek out the knot. It was exhilarating. With a deep breath, Scorpius climbed back onto the bed and moved to sit on Al's thighs again, picking up the pillow and giving Al a grin before once again pressing it to Al's face. It felt instantly different this time. Everything seemed heightened. Al's breathing seemed louder and Scorpius' own heartbeat seemed faster. He leaned forward and pressed his cheek to the pillow, feeling the warmth of Al's breath seeping through and hearing the little muffled moans as Al fought to inhale.
Scorpius closed his eyes as he listened, feeling Al's whole body tremble under his. It must have been the added helplessness that was making him tremble; the knowledge that there was nothing he could do. That he was completely powerless. Scorpius' cock sprang to life as he rocked gently against Al's thighs, feeling Al's own erection pressing into his hip. The moans became louder as Al's chest rose and fell more heavily and Scorpius opened his eyes again to watch as Al suddenly tugged on his bound hands, straining against the bonds more frantically now and twisting his torso under his. He could feel Al struggling, trying to turn his head to the side under the pillow and the moans became more desperate, more panicked and Scorpius left it just two more seconds before finally removing the pillow and throwing it to the side.
Albus gasped harder than Scorpius had ever seen him gasp. His eyes were wide and wild and as he exhaled he let out a small whimpering sob. Scorpius didn't think he'd seen anything more incredible. The desperation, the fear, the helplessness... it was intoxicating. He bit his lip and moved forward, stroking Al's face gently and kissing his cheek. "Are you alright?" he asked, breathless himself, feeling Al still trembling beneath him.
Al nodded wordlessly, still trying to regain his breath and turned to look him in the eye. Scorpius could still feel Al's cock digging into his hip and he pressed down against it. "Do you want to come?"
Again, Albus nodded and Scorpius smiled, kissing him on the lips and feeling Al's hot breath puffing rapidly against his skin. "You liked that, then, I take it?"
"Y-yes..." Al breathed, his arms still tense and his face still flushed. Scorpius nodded, happy with Al's answer, and reached down to undo his jeans.
* * *
Scorpius sat at the kitchen table, watching as Al rummaged around in the fridge for 'something to make his sandwich crunchy'. It seemed cucumber was the solution. Scorpius sipped his coffee lazily, wondering if attacking Albus in the kitchen without warning would be a good idea. Probably not whilst he was chopping vegetables with a large kitchen knife.
"You remember my game's tomorrow afternoon, right?" Albus asked, now using the same knife to spread his mayonnaise. Scorpius nodded.
"I do," he replied. "And I'll be there. I suppose your parents will be there, too?"
"Of course."
Scorpius tensed slightly, though he'd been expecting that. He'd always had a very uneasy relationship with Al's parents, what with the history between their families, and spending time in their company tended to make him feel edgy. He frowned down into his coffee and huffed silently to himself.
"I got you a box, too, so you can all sit together."
Scorpius closed his eyes and scrunched up his face, tightening his grip on his coffee mug. "Why did you do that?" he asked, pushing the words out through clenched teeth. Albus knew how uncomfortable spending time with his family made him. They'd discussed it many a time.
Albus picked up his sandwich and walked over to the table, taking a seat opposite Scorpius. "Because they're my family and you're my boyfriend?" he said, like it was the simplest thing in the world. He knew it wasn't. Scorpius frowned.
"Al, you know how uncomfortable I get. And I very much doubt they're too happy about having to spend time in my company, either."
"What are you on about?" Al asked, picking up his sandwich. "They love you."
"They're wary of me."
"No, 'ery're gnot," Albus garbled around a mouthful of soggy bread. Scorpius shuddered.
"Do you remember the last time we had them over? Every time I offered to help you with something your mother would jump up and insist she do it instead..."
"She was just trying to be helpful..."
"... while your father asked me weird and probing questions about my family's recent trip to Europe."
Albus shrugged. "He's just being polite."
Scorpius sighed and put down his mug, irritated because he knew this was an argument he wasn't going to win.
"Please, Scorpius?" Al whimpered, and Scorpius looked up to see big, desperate green eyes pleading with him. He bit his lip, taken aback by the sudden lick of arousal that flared in his groin from the look in Al's eyes and let out a long, slow breath.
"Fine," he said finally, knowing that this was not worth getting into fight over. "But I want you to know I'm not happy about it."
Albus grinned anyway. "Thanks. It means a lot to have you guys all together."
"Eat your sandwich," Scorpius said, smiling just slightly as he got up and made his way to the bathroom with the image of Al's desperate, pleading eyes fixed in his mind.
* * *
She'd stirred his coffee the wrong way. She'd put in too much sugar. She'd sat him on a couch with uneven cushions. Scorpius had spent the entire evening feeling like he might snap at any minute. Mr. Potter had been politely inquisitive, asking questions like "so, what has your father been up to lately?" and "oh, really? And does he get those from Nocturne Alley?"
Everything was out of his control. Mrs. Potter even offered to help him on with his coat, which he politely declined, pushing down the urge he had to snatch said garment from her and kick it childishly across the room.
By the time they got up to leave, Scorpius wasn't sure if his patience or manners would hold out much longer.
"It was lovely to see you two, again," said Mrs. Potter, smiling at them. "You played a wonderful game today, sweetheart. Hopefully we'll be seeing you again soon?"
Albus nodded and Scorpius forced a polite smile before stepping into the grate and dragging Albus in with him by the sleeve. He grabbed a handful of Floo Powder and growled out their destination, relieved when the green flames engulfed them and they finally stepped out into their own living room.
"Fancy a coff-"
"Sit down," Scorpius said, interrupting Albus and cutting him off.
Albus stopped, then frowned, confused. "Huh?"
Scorpius took a deep breath before speaking again. "I said, sit down."
Albus didn't move for a while, standing motionless in the middle of the room, then walked over to the couch. Scorpius watched him in silence. Albus said nothing and that was good. There was nothing for him to say. Just obey.
"Take your clothes off," Scorpius instructed, finding it hard to keep from moaning when Albus did as he was told without so much as a raised eyebrow. They'd not talked about this, not rehearsed or agreed... it was just happening. Scorpius watched, not even caring that Al flung his clothes carelessly to one side, making a mess. His eyes were just fixed on Al's naked skin.
When the last item of clothing had been discarded, Scorpius shrugged off his coat and moved to straddle Al's lap, looking down into those green, questioning eyes. He swallowed thickly and reached into his pocket for his wand.
"Put your hands above your head, over the top of the couch."
He could see the muscles tense as Al lifted his arms and did as he was told and Scorpius could feel his cock harden in his trousers. He raised his wand and muttered "Incarcerous". Ropes flew out of the end of it and bound Al's arms where they were, securing themselves to the slats on the back of the couch. Al's breath hitched and he gave what Scorpius assumed was an instinctive tug on his restraints, testing them. Scorpius knew they would hold, and from the shaky breath and look of mild panic on Al's face, so did he.
Scorpius smiled, pressing himself closer to Al and feeling the night's tensions slowly draining from his body. He was in control now. After teetering on the brink of insanity all day, he was finally, once again, in control.
"I want to see your eyes, today," he said softly, almost whispering. "I want to see the fear and panic when you can't breathe. I want to see how desperate you look and how afraid you are."
Al's body shook underneath him and as Scorpius looked down he could see Al's cock was hard and standing proud against his stomach. Scorpius' own cock twitched in response and he looked up again and gave Al a quick kiss before placing his right hand tightly over Al's mouth and pinching Al's nose closed with his left.
Al's eyes went wide almost straight away. Scorpius realised as he watched Al's face that, unlike a pillow, there were no air pockets in his hand. No trapped oxygen that Albus could suck in, even for a few moments. With his hands covering Al's mouth and nose, there was no way for Albus to draw in any breath at all. The struggling started much more quickly because of that, and Scorpius could feel Al squirm against him, see him arching his chest and tugging on his arms as he tried to turn his head. He pressed his palm tighter to Al's mouth and leaned in, holding Al's head as still as he could as he rubbed his clothed erection against Al's stomach, hearing the muted, guttural moans and grunts coming from somewhere low in Al's throat.
Albus struggled for a few moments longer, then Scorpius saw something flash in Al's eyes. Something raw and primal. They were so wide and desperate and Scorpius could see fear there. The real, genuine fear of someone who's life was no longer in their own hands. Scorpius half-moaned, half-growled as he came hard in his boxers and finally removed his hands from Al's face.
Al gasped and coughed and bucked his hips up into Scorpius even as he struggled to breathe and pull his hands free. Scorpius leaned in to kiss him, not even letting him regain his breath, and reached down to take Al's cock in his hand, stroking him and kissing him and feeling Al's chest move heavily under his own. He didn't think he'd ever come so hard in his life, and Albus looked so fucking beautiful that he wasn't sure he'd ever come so hard again.
He kept stroking until Al shuddered violently and came all over his hand, breath still heavy and small whimpering sounds still making their way unwittingly from his throat.
Scorpius rested his forehead against Al's and looked at him, waiting for Al to return the gaze before smiling and kissing him on the nose. "Thank you," Scorpius whispered, feeling so amazingly content and at peace. He couldn't believe Albus kept letting him do this. And enjoying it. It made his head spin. Al was literally giving him control over whether he lived or died every time it happened and just thinking about the power in that made Scorpius almost delirious.
He reached for his wand and ended the spell, allowing Al to slowly lower his arms before kissing the corner of his smile.
* * *
Shopping was not one of Scorpius' preferred past-times, but Albus did so love his old Muggle record collection and who was Scorpius to deny him his favourite hobby? Unfortunately, this meant braving the packed streets of Muggle London. The record shops would have to be situated right next to Leicester Square, wouldn't they? The good thing was, being on Charing Cross Road meant The Leaky Cauldron wasn't too far away. Scorpius could always sneak off and take refuge in there for an hour or so while Albus got on with his browsing.
They reached one shop and Scorpius did a quick assessment of the crowd inside. The shop was packed and heaving and Scorpius decided that going inside was not really very high up on his agenda. "I'll wait here," he said, moving to stand by the side of the door. Albus nodded vaguely at him and ventured inside and Scorpius contemplated just wandering off and looking for a nice quiet place to have a scone. He waited for a good ten minutes, keeping a wary eye on the public, before something brushed against his leg, making him jump in a rather undignified manner. He just about bit back a squeal before looking down and frowning at the plastic carrier bag flapping against his shin. He growled and leaned down to remove it when he had a rather ingenious thought.
They'd passed a Muggle hardware store a few shops down. Albus would probably be quite some time... he'd be able to sneak off for a few minutes without Al noticing.
He pushed himself away from the wall and made his way back down the street, snaking through the throng of people and finally darting into the empty shop. It was musty and dirty and smelled vaguely of damp and Scorpius wrinkled his nose as he slunk down into an aisle and started eyeing all the items on display. He had a vague idea what he was looking for, he'd seen Muggles use it. It was a sort of adhesive strip, usually black or silver in colour, if he'd remembered correctly. It wasn't in the first two aisles, but he found it on the bottom shelf of the third. Gaffa tape was the name printed on it.
He reached into his pocket, pulling out his loose change. He supposed, on this occasion, it was a good thing Albus had insisted they use Muggle transport; it meant he had just enough Muggle money to purchase a roll. He picked up a black one and walked to the till, placing it down and studying the coins in his hand. He needed one pound and twenty five pence. The pound was the... the thick gold-looking one. The twenty... was that the big funny-shaped one or the little funny-shaped one?
"Would you like a bag?" the shop assistant asked.
Scorpius looked up and suppressed a grin. "Yes, please. A big one."
"That'll be one twenty five, then, please."
Scorpius thrust some amount of money into the man's hands, almost certain he'd given him too much, but unwilling to stand there looking like a fool as he tried to work out which coin was which. "Keep the change," he said, giving the man a tight smile, before taking the bag and making his way out of the shop.
Albus was standing outside the record shop, looking confused when Scorpius got back.
"Where did you go?" he asked, frowning. "I thought you'd been kidnapped or something. I was just about to Floo-call home to see if you'd gone back."
Scorpius just smiled. "I did a bit of shopping myself," he replied. "And if you're done, I'd like to go home."
They made their way to The Leaky Cauldron and Flooed home. Scorpius took off his coat, walked through to the kitchen and grabbed a chair. He pulled it out into the living room and positioned it in the middle of the room, placing his bag on the seat and grinning at Al.
Albus blinked at him. "Why did you bring the chair out here?"
Scorpius picked up the bag again and pulled out the tape. "This is what I got today," he said, still grinning.
"Gaffa tape?"
"And the bag," Scorpius added. "I had an idea, you see. Because having to hold you down is fun, but it means I can't do anything else."
The look on Al's faced slowly turned from puzzlement to understanding, then finally amusement. He smirked. "I see."
"So... I thought that it would be nice to use something else. Something that could restrict your breathing, that I was still in control of, but that allowed me to... well... you know... do other things."
Albus took off his coat and hung it up, moving to the chair and taking a seat. "And what sort of things do you intend to do?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Scorpius took Al's arms and pulled them behind the back of the chair, taping his wrists together and securing them to the bars. "I think I'll keep that a secret for now," he said, suddenly feeling quite smug. He moved round to the front and pushed Al's legs apart, then taped Al's ankles to the front two chair legs, before standing up and fixing Al to the back of the chair with several lengths of tape around his chest and upper arms. Finally, he placed the end of the tape over Al's mouth and wound it around his head several times, enjoying the way it stuck to and tugged on Al's hair. He could already tell it was going to be painful to rip off.
The sound of Al's breathing was already delicious and Scorpius leaned back against the arm of the couch to watch as Al tested his restraints. Scorpius had been slightly dubious about this Muggle tape, but it was apparently rather on the effective side if Al's futile squirming was anything to go by.
"I gagged you so you couldn't try and bite through the bag," Scorpius explained, picking up said bag and looking it over. He was glad he'd asked for a big one. "I'm going to leave it on until I feel you should breathe again, understand? You have no say in the matter."
Scorpius could see the way Al's throat moved as he swallowed and he licked his lips hungrily as he stood back up and placed the bag over Al's head. Using the tape, he sealed the plastic around Al's neck, making sure all gaps were closed and no air could get in, before stepping back and just watching.
The first breath of expelled air puffed the bag out into a circle of plastic around Al's head and Scorpius found he rather enjoyed the crinkling sound it made as it moved. When Al breathed in the bag collapsed a few inches and Scorpius could tell already that Albus was being very deliberate about his breathing. Each breath was slow and steady and there was a pause before each exhale, as if Al was trying to hold onto each breath for as long as possible. Clever boy. Scorpius could feel himself start to harden as he watched Al's face, seeing the concentration in his eyes and hearing the sound the bag made every time he took a breath.
He walked slowly around behind Al, stopping briefly to check his hands were still secure, before crouching down beside him. Al's eyes darted to him for a moment, before returning to the floor in front of him and Scorpius knew he was trying not to get distracted. Again, the plastic puffed out, and again it shrunk in, this time touching Al's skin. Scorpius smirked as he watched it, hearing the faint, throaty whimper that came with Al's next exhale. As clever as he was trying to be with his oxygen, it was still going to run out eventually.
It only took several more breaths before Al's breathing started to speed up and Scorpius pushed himself up and moved back to the couch, leaning lazily against it. "I could kill you, you know?" he said, his voice deadly calm. Of course, he wouldn't, but there was no need to tell Albus that. "It would be as simple as just not removing the bag. Eventually you'll use up all your oxygen and there'll be nothing left."
There was a definite hitch in Al's breathing and the bag seemed to expand and collapse and lot more quickly, then. Scorpius smirked. "Maybe I'll just leave it on. Watch as you suffocate to death?"
Al mumbled something behind the gag and shook his head as the plastic collapsed and stuck to his sweaty face. Scorpius could see the condensation forming on the inside of the bag from Al's hot breath and he knew the air in there would very soon be of no use to Al at all. Al started to struggle, twisting against the tape, pulling on his legs and shaking the plastic from his face every time he inhaled. Scorpius reached down and unfastened his trousers, reaching inside and taking hold of his cock. He looked down into Al's lap as he struggled, pleased to see a familiar bulge in his jeans. Al trusted him, despite the taunts, and that was almost enough to bring him to orgasm right there. He restrained himself, though. He wanted to see the fear in Al's eyes.
He ran his thumb over the head of his cock, drinking in the sounds of Al's muffled cries as he struggled and tried to breathe around the plastic sticking itself to every curve and angle of his face. There it was; that fear, that raw, animalistic, instinctual fear blazing vividly in Al's wide, emerald eyes. Scorpius moved forward quickly, straddling Al's knees and quickly reaching down to undo Al's jeans. He fumbled around inside for Al's cock and stroked them both as he fixed his gaze on Al's face. "You can't breathe until you come, Al," he said harshly, his voice deep and gravelly as he bucked into his own hand, so, so close now.
Albus sobbed and shook his head, screaming desperately behind the gag, writhing in the chair, pleading with his eyes, and pushing his hips up into Scorpius' touch. Scorpius just kept stroking, squeezing and pulling, only vaguely aware of the low keening sound coming from the back of his own throat. This was real, this was fear and panic as it's height and he pulled harder and faster until he shuddered and came, feeling Albus come all over his fist just a moment later.
Instantly, he let go of them both and ripped the bag open. Albus inhaled heavily, then sobbed and coughed behind the gag. Scorpius quickly found the end of the tape and unwound it, being careful not to rip out Al's hair, and cupped Al's face, looking at him, wanting to make sure he was alright.
"I love you," he said as Al gasped and panted and cried. Scorpius leaned forward and kissed his nose and his cheek, overcome with emotion and adoration. "You're amazing."
Albus smiled at him weakly, then let his head fall forward onto Scorpius' shoulder. "Dizzy now," he said, and Scorpius could hear the amusement in his voice. He climbed off Al's lap and moved round the chair, untying him and throwing the used tape to one side. He was still shaking slightly and knew he had a huge grin on his face, but couldn't seem to make it go away. He helped Albus over to the couch and fetched him a glass of water, sitting beside him and just beaming at him like an idiot.
"Thank you," he said, feeling incredibly warm.
Albus turned to him questioningly. "For what?"
"For trusting me," Scorpius replied. "Even though I said I was going to kill you." He grinned and Albus chuckled, finishing off his water.
"Well, it's like you said. I'd be no good to you dead, would I?"
Scorpius raised his eyebrows. "Hmmm, I suppose not." He paused for a moment, then smirked. "I guess I can say goodbye to that Quidditch insurance, then."
"Well, don't rule it out completely." Al grinned. "We haven't tried strangulation, yet."
Author:
son_of_darknessMy own prompt:
Kink Showcased: Breathplay
Rating: NC17
Pairing(s): Albus Severus/Scorpius
Summary: "I want to see your eyes, today. I want to see the fear and panic when you can't breathe. I want to see how desperate you look and how afraid you are."
Warnings: Bondage, D/s, various different methods of breathplay
Word Count: 6959
Author's Notes: A million thank yous to my betas and a general yaye for kink. :D YAYE!
He didn't know what it was. It felt almost like a punch in the gut, or being kicked by a horse. Only… instead of pain he felt something warm and pleasant rush out from the point of impact to every nerve ending in his body. He watched avidly as Al raised his head from the pillow, panting and coughing and looking wide. His face was red, his skin was sweaty and his breathing was deep, loud and frantic; like each breath mattered more than the last. Scorpius just watched, transfixed, cock still buried deep inside Al's arse as Al turned to look angrily over his shoulder at him.
"You nearly fucking killed me," he said, eyes still wide. "I shouted at you twice to let me up."
Scorpius frowned. "I didn't hear you."
"No, because my face was buried in the pillows, you lunatic."
Scorpius pulled out of Al and fell back onto the bed, watching as Albus rolled over and propped himself breathlessly up against the headboard. The pair remained silent for a while, Scorpius watching the way Al's chest rose and fell until his breathing had returned to normal and the anger had faded from his face. "Next time we should push the pillows off the bed," Al suggested. "Or fuck at the other end. Either way, I don't fancy nearly suffocating again."
Scorpius just looked at him and something inside seemed to suddenly fall very neatly into place.
Scorpius had, of course, known he was a control freak for quite some time. He liked his coffee made just so, with one and a half sugars, just a drop of milk, and stirred in an anti-clockwise direction. He could always tell if it had been stirred incorrectly. It tasted different. So few people were able to actually make coffee to his liking, though, so he'd eventually given up trying to explain it to them and just offered to make it himself.
The bed was another area that Scorpius had taken charge of. The making of it, anyway. He loathed the way Albus would just carelessly toss pillows onto the mattress, willy nilly, not once stopping to plump or straighten them or place them in any sort of logical order. It was obvious the bigger pillows should go at the back and descend in size from there. Al's protest of "we don't even use them all, anyway" had gone very much unheeded.
Control had always been a big part of Scorpius' life, but he'd never expected his desire for it to manifest in such an... unusual way.
The next time Al surfaced, gasping and red-faced, from the pillows, Scorpius bit his lip and braced himself for the angry onslaught he was sure Al was trying to regain his breath for. He looked absolutely stunning as he gulped down lungfuls of air and the sight of his body squirming in the sheets before he'd pushed himself up had been unbelievable. If Scorpius had had any doubts about which way his desires had been leading him, they were certainly gone now. He moved off Al's thigh and enjoyed the few seconds of frantic breathing before Al found his voice.
"What are you doing?!" Al demanded, furious. "Anyone would think you were trying to kill me. Is this about my Quidditch insurance? Is that it? Because you don't need it, you're already bloody rich."
"It's nothing to do with insurance, you paranoid idiot," Scorpius snapped back, both amused and slightly annoyed at the accusation.
"My dad's firebolt, then? You know he's leaving me that."
"I'm not trying to kill you, Albus," Scorpius said, rolling his eyes. "You'd be no fun to me dead." He smirked and Albus frowned, his breathing still slightly heavy but evening out now.
"Then would you care to explain why you've almost suffocated me twice in a row?"
Scorpius looked at him for a while, then shrugged. "I just... I don't know... I think it's sort of... sexy."
Albus blinked. "Sexy?"
"Yeah."
"Trying to kill me is sexy?"
Scorpius growled and pushed himself up, walking over to and picking up his trousers from the floor. "I said I'm not trying to kill you. Just..." he paused. "... almost kill you."
Al's eyes widened. "What?!" he cried, shooting up from the bed.
Scorpius realised the phrase 'almost kill you' was probably not the best one he could have used. He sighed and finished doing up his trousers before turning to face Al properly. "That's not what I meant either. It's just that... well, the first time it happened it was an accident. Your face was in the pillows, I didn't notice and then when you came up you were breathing so hard and you looked so frantic and desperate and it was... hot. It was really unbelievably sexy and I couldn't stop staring at you. And then it was all I could think about for ages."
Albus' expression had changed to one of confusion, but he seemed to be listening rather than protesting or interrupting, so Scorpius went on.
"So anyway, I kept thinking about it and wondering why I found it so arousing, and all I could think of was that it must have been something to do with the way you seemed so desperate. Like... like... I don't know... like you were scared or panicking because you thought you might die or something."
"Well, I sort of was," Al replied.
"But that's what I found so sexy." Scorpius said, nodding enthusiastically. "The fact that you couldn't breathe because of me. Like... like I was somehow in control. I know I wasn't really... but that's why I did it again tonight. I did it on purpose this time. I just wanted to see if that was really the reason." He paused momentarily and went back over what he'd just said. "I guess that makes me sort of sick, doesn't it?"
Albus remained silent for a while, and Scorpius suddenly felt like a complete pervert. Albus probably thought he was a weirdo now and he'd probably go and tell all their friends and Scorpius would never live it down and it would eventually get back to his parents and they'd...
"You want to control my breathing?" Al asked eventually, cutting through Scorpius' rather unpleasant swirling thoughts.
He sighed, feeling deflated now after his amazing orgasm a few minutes ago. He nodded, unable now to really deny it.
"Well..." Albus went on, looking quite awkward himself. "What if I said I thought that was... sort of a hot idea?"
Scorpius' eyes widened and he was momentarily too stunned to think of a response. In fact, it took him a moment to realise that his ears hadn't deceived him and that Al really had said what he'd thought he'd said.
"You... really?" Scorpius managed. "You don't think I'm weird?"
"I didn't say that," Al said, grinning slightly. "But, even so... I think it could be sort of... fun."
"You'd let me do that?"
Albus shrugged and his grin widened. "Yeah. As long as this isn't actually just some insurance plot. Because there are easier ways to kill someone, you know."
Scorpius laughed and felt himself relax slightly. So, maybe he wasn't such a freak after all.
The pillows. It seemed the most logical thing; he knew they worked, after all, they had plenty of them, and they were soft enough not to do any damage to Al's face. It made sense.
"How exactly do you want to do this, then?" Al asked, sitting on the edge of the bed and fiddling with one of the smaller, decorative pillows. Scorpius bit his lip and looked at the bed for a minute, trying to decide on a course of action.
"Well," he said. "I guess you could lie on your back and I could hold the pillow over your face or something?"
Al moved further onto the bed and lay down. "Like this?"
Scorpius grinned and nodded. "Yeah." He was still feeling slightly thrown at Al's enthusiasm; he'd assumed his idea would be met with a raised eyebrow or derisive laugh, but Al seemed quite happy at the prospect of being smothered half to death. Of course, Scorpius would never let it get that far, but it was still a fairly big deal in his mind. He looked at Al for a while before climbing onto the bed and moving to straddle Al's hips. He'd decided to try this without sex, just to see if it elicited the same sort of response, but even as he reached for one of the larger, fuller pillows, he could already feel something quite pleasant spiralling in his stomach. "Um... so, what happens when you need to breathe?" Scorpius asked, hesitating slightly, the pillow in both hands.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean... you're going to need to breathe eventually. How will you let me know?"
Albus shrugged. "I don't know. Probably thrash and struggle and scream bloody murder?" He was grinning, obviously joking, but Scorpius couldn't help finding that idea incredibly appealing. He cleared his throat, as if that would somehow hide the fact that his cheeks were suddenly burning. No, that was not a good idea. Not yet, anyway.
"Just tap my arm when you need to breathe, alright? And I'll stop."
Albus grinned again and nodded and Scorpius took a deep breath himself before lowering his arms and pressing the pillow into Al's face, covering it entirely. It was instantaneous; the pleasant, tingling sensation in his stomach spread to his chest, making his heartbeat speed up as he listened to the breathing coming from beneath the pillow. It was slow and measured, but he could clearly hear the effort Al was putting in, trying to pull air through layers of fabric and down. Al was lying perfectly still and Scorpius wondered how long he could stay like this before he felt the tap on his arm.
He leaned forward, moving closer to the pillow, wanting to hear Al better, wanting to see if he could feel any warmth coming through the fabric. He heard Al grunt and let out a shaky breath as the muffled noise sent the tingling feeling downwards, straight to his cock -- proof that there didn't have to be any sex involved for this to be arousing. He moved back when Al grunted again and noticed Al's chest rising much higher now as he tried to inhale. He felt the body under him tense slightly and he fought back the urge to push his hips into Al's, knowing he couldn't afford to lose his concentration. There was another muffled moan, this one louder, and he watched as Al's right arm lifted slightly from his side.
Scorpius almost removed the pillow, but Albus had plenty of room to reach up and tap his arm. He trusted Al to let him know when he'd had enough. He bit his lip again and pressed the pillow harder to Al's face, nearly moaning himself when Al squirmed under him and finally slapped him on the elbow.
Instantly Scorpius drew back the pillow and flung it to one side, looking into Al's flushed face. He was panting, his eyes wide, and Scorpius actually felt a shiver run down his spin and all the way to his toes. Albus looked incredible like that, and Scorpius felt a sense of power building in his chest. It felt prideful and almost smug, but so much more than that, and the fact that Al had allowed him to do that turned him on more than he could wrap his head around. Al had given him that control and Scorpius' head was nearly spinning with it.
"Are you alright?" Scorpius asked, aware suddenly of his own rapid breathing. Albus nodded and reached up to push the hair out of his face.
"Yeah...," he said. "That was... wow."
Scorpius licked his lips. "Were you scared?"
Albus nodded. "A little bit," he admitted, then grinned slightly. "But... I think I sort of liked that."
Scorpius looked down and for the first time noticed the bulge in Al's jeans. He couldn't help but smirk as he moved forward and leaned down, pressing his own erection against Al's. "Want to go again?" he asked, grinding down against Al and reaching for the pillow. Al nodded and Scorpius once again felt that pleasant tingling sensation building in his gut.
It was several weeks and quite a few pillow-smothering sessions later that Scorpius realised he wanted more control. Giving Al an easy out had been the smart thing at do at first, but the arm-tapping had become bothersome, if for no other reason than it dictated to Scorpius when he had to stop. Scorpius had never been one for being dictated to and it had started to lessen his sense of control. He wasn't really the one in control - Albus was.
Of course, Al's safety was still completely paramount, but Scorpius was sure that they'd done it enough times now for him to know when Al needed to breathe just based on body language alone. The sudden tensing of Al's thighs, the muffled moans, the way his torso shifted and arched... These all came just before the tapping. Scorpius could easily read that. So what to do about the arm-tap?
He could tell Albus not to tap. It was a simple enough instruction. But in moments of panic would obeying an instruction really be at the forefront of anybodies mind? Especially when that panic was caused by something as major as not being able to breathe.
He supposed it was worth a try.
"So, I've been thinking," he said, once again straddling Al's hips and holding the pillow in his hands. "You know how you tap me on the arm when you need to breathe?"
Albus nodded. "Yeah?"
Scorpius frowned slightly and exhaled. "Well, could you not do that, this time?"
There was a pause, then Albus raised a quizzical eyebrow. "And what about when I need to breathe?"
"I'll remove the pillow," Scorpius said simply. "I know when you need to breathe. You move in certain ways... even before you tap me. I'll just... keep an eye out."
"Keep an eye out?"
"Yeah." Scorpius nodded, sensing Al's slightly unease with this new suggestion. "I promise I won't kill you." He grinned to let Al know he was playing and was pleased with Al's resulting shrug.
"Alright, fine. But if I die, I'm coming back to haunt you."
Scorpius smiled and settled more comfortably into Al's lap before covering Al's face with the pillow. It was going very well, Al was breathing heavily into the linen, laying still at first, then grunting and moaning and tensing, and Scorpius knew that Al was getting close. He watched him carefully, feeling every movement and quiver in his body. Any minute now Al's back would arch and Scorpius would know that Al needed to breathe and he would...
Scorpius frowned and removed the pillow.
"Why did you tap me?" Scorpius asked, annoyed and frustrated that Al had broken their agreement. "You said you wouldn't."
"I know, I'm sorry. I couldn't help it," Al panted, looking flushed, desperate and apologetic all at once. "I didn't mean to, I just... it was a reflex."
Scorpius sighed heavily and put the pillow down. He'd considered this possibility but it annoyed him that it had happened anyway. Still... there had to be other ways of stopping Al from tapping. Perhaps some sort of bribery system? He wasn't entirely above that. Maybe a blow-job for every time Al didn't tap? Or an ice cream. Either one was good.
He looked down at Al thoughtfully for a while, watching him breathe, then something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. Al's dressing gown. It was hanging messily over the back of the chair and trailing along the floor below was the cord. Perhaps...
He climbed off Al, ignoring his protests, and grabbed the cord, pulling it free from the garment and making his way back over to the bed.
"Okay, so... new plan," he said, suddenly feeling a lot better about the situation. Albus looked incredibly confused. "Give me your hands."
"Why?" Al asked, unsure. "What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to tie your hands to the headboard."
Albus eyed him for a few moments, then the cord in his hands, before a slow smirk spread across his face. "You want to tie me up, now?"
"Yes." Scorpius nodded. "So you can't tap. That way all the responsibility is taken away from you and I have all the control." Even saying it turned him on. It was so simple. Why hadn't he thought of it before? He wasn't sure what he expected from Al, but having him willingly present his wrists so quickly felt incredible. There was no fight, no resistance, just happy obedience. Scorpius felt his stomach clench excitedly as he tied Al's wrists together in front of him, then pulled them up above his head. Albus lay down again and bit his lip as Scorpius tied the end of the cord off to the bar in the headboard.
"Can you get out?" he asked, finding the sight of Al's stretched and restrained body a lot sexier than he'd anticipated.
Al struggled and gave a good, hard tug on his wrists, twisting and flexing them before finally giving up. "No."
The feeling that settled over Scorpius in that instant was so powerful it almost made him dizzy. Al was completely helpless and unable to do anything. Scorpius literally had all the power. He just stood and watched Albus for a minute; the way he craned his head to try and look at his bound wrists, the way he fiddled with the cord as if trying to seek out the knot. It was exhilarating. With a deep breath, Scorpius climbed back onto the bed and moved to sit on Al's thighs again, picking up the pillow and giving Al a grin before once again pressing it to Al's face. It felt instantly different this time. Everything seemed heightened. Al's breathing seemed louder and Scorpius' own heartbeat seemed faster. He leaned forward and pressed his cheek to the pillow, feeling the warmth of Al's breath seeping through and hearing the little muffled moans as Al fought to inhale.
Scorpius closed his eyes as he listened, feeling Al's whole body tremble under his. It must have been the added helplessness that was making him tremble; the knowledge that there was nothing he could do. That he was completely powerless. Scorpius' cock sprang to life as he rocked gently against Al's thighs, feeling Al's own erection pressing into his hip. The moans became louder as Al's chest rose and fell more heavily and Scorpius opened his eyes again to watch as Al suddenly tugged on his bound hands, straining against the bonds more frantically now and twisting his torso under his. He could feel Al struggling, trying to turn his head to the side under the pillow and the moans became more desperate, more panicked and Scorpius left it just two more seconds before finally removing the pillow and throwing it to the side.
Albus gasped harder than Scorpius had ever seen him gasp. His eyes were wide and wild and as he exhaled he let out a small whimpering sob. Scorpius didn't think he'd seen anything more incredible. The desperation, the fear, the helplessness... it was intoxicating. He bit his lip and moved forward, stroking Al's face gently and kissing his cheek. "Are you alright?" he asked, breathless himself, feeling Al still trembling beneath him.
Al nodded wordlessly, still trying to regain his breath and turned to look him in the eye. Scorpius could still feel Al's cock digging into his hip and he pressed down against it. "Do you want to come?"
Again, Albus nodded and Scorpius smiled, kissing him on the lips and feeling Al's hot breath puffing rapidly against his skin. "You liked that, then, I take it?"
"Y-yes..." Al breathed, his arms still tense and his face still flushed. Scorpius nodded, happy with Al's answer, and reached down to undo his jeans.
Scorpius sat at the kitchen table, watching as Al rummaged around in the fridge for 'something to make his sandwich crunchy'. It seemed cucumber was the solution. Scorpius sipped his coffee lazily, wondering if attacking Albus in the kitchen without warning would be a good idea. Probably not whilst he was chopping vegetables with a large kitchen knife.
"You remember my game's tomorrow afternoon, right?" Albus asked, now using the same knife to spread his mayonnaise. Scorpius nodded.
"I do," he replied. "And I'll be there. I suppose your parents will be there, too?"
"Of course."
Scorpius tensed slightly, though he'd been expecting that. He'd always had a very uneasy relationship with Al's parents, what with the history between their families, and spending time in their company tended to make him feel edgy. He frowned down into his coffee and huffed silently to himself.
"I got you a box, too, so you can all sit together."
Scorpius closed his eyes and scrunched up his face, tightening his grip on his coffee mug. "Why did you do that?" he asked, pushing the words out through clenched teeth. Albus knew how uncomfortable spending time with his family made him. They'd discussed it many a time.
Albus picked up his sandwich and walked over to the table, taking a seat opposite Scorpius. "Because they're my family and you're my boyfriend?" he said, like it was the simplest thing in the world. He knew it wasn't. Scorpius frowned.
"Al, you know how uncomfortable I get. And I very much doubt they're too happy about having to spend time in my company, either."
"What are you on about?" Al asked, picking up his sandwich. "They love you."
"They're wary of me."
"No, 'ery're gnot," Albus garbled around a mouthful of soggy bread. Scorpius shuddered.
"Do you remember the last time we had them over? Every time I offered to help you with something your mother would jump up and insist she do it instead..."
"She was just trying to be helpful..."
"... while your father asked me weird and probing questions about my family's recent trip to Europe."
Albus shrugged. "He's just being polite."
Scorpius sighed and put down his mug, irritated because he knew this was an argument he wasn't going to win.
"Please, Scorpius?" Al whimpered, and Scorpius looked up to see big, desperate green eyes pleading with him. He bit his lip, taken aback by the sudden lick of arousal that flared in his groin from the look in Al's eyes and let out a long, slow breath.
"Fine," he said finally, knowing that this was not worth getting into fight over. "But I want you to know I'm not happy about it."
Albus grinned anyway. "Thanks. It means a lot to have you guys all together."
"Eat your sandwich," Scorpius said, smiling just slightly as he got up and made his way to the bathroom with the image of Al's desperate, pleading eyes fixed in his mind.
She'd stirred his coffee the wrong way. She'd put in too much sugar. She'd sat him on a couch with uneven cushions. Scorpius had spent the entire evening feeling like he might snap at any minute. Mr. Potter had been politely inquisitive, asking questions like "so, what has your father been up to lately?" and "oh, really? And does he get those from Nocturne Alley?"
Everything was out of his control. Mrs. Potter even offered to help him on with his coat, which he politely declined, pushing down the urge he had to snatch said garment from her and kick it childishly across the room.
By the time they got up to leave, Scorpius wasn't sure if his patience or manners would hold out much longer.
"It was lovely to see you two, again," said Mrs. Potter, smiling at them. "You played a wonderful game today, sweetheart. Hopefully we'll be seeing you again soon?"
Albus nodded and Scorpius forced a polite smile before stepping into the grate and dragging Albus in with him by the sleeve. He grabbed a handful of Floo Powder and growled out their destination, relieved when the green flames engulfed them and they finally stepped out into their own living room.
"Fancy a coff-"
"Sit down," Scorpius said, interrupting Albus and cutting him off.
Albus stopped, then frowned, confused. "Huh?"
Scorpius took a deep breath before speaking again. "I said, sit down."
Albus didn't move for a while, standing motionless in the middle of the room, then walked over to the couch. Scorpius watched him in silence. Albus said nothing and that was good. There was nothing for him to say. Just obey.
"Take your clothes off," Scorpius instructed, finding it hard to keep from moaning when Albus did as he was told without so much as a raised eyebrow. They'd not talked about this, not rehearsed or agreed... it was just happening. Scorpius watched, not even caring that Al flung his clothes carelessly to one side, making a mess. His eyes were just fixed on Al's naked skin.
When the last item of clothing had been discarded, Scorpius shrugged off his coat and moved to straddle Al's lap, looking down into those green, questioning eyes. He swallowed thickly and reached into his pocket for his wand.
"Put your hands above your head, over the top of the couch."
He could see the muscles tense as Al lifted his arms and did as he was told and Scorpius could feel his cock harden in his trousers. He raised his wand and muttered "Incarcerous". Ropes flew out of the end of it and bound Al's arms where they were, securing themselves to the slats on the back of the couch. Al's breath hitched and he gave what Scorpius assumed was an instinctive tug on his restraints, testing them. Scorpius knew they would hold, and from the shaky breath and look of mild panic on Al's face, so did he.
Scorpius smiled, pressing himself closer to Al and feeling the night's tensions slowly draining from his body. He was in control now. After teetering on the brink of insanity all day, he was finally, once again, in control.
"I want to see your eyes, today," he said softly, almost whispering. "I want to see the fear and panic when you can't breathe. I want to see how desperate you look and how afraid you are."
Al's body shook underneath him and as Scorpius looked down he could see Al's cock was hard and standing proud against his stomach. Scorpius' own cock twitched in response and he looked up again and gave Al a quick kiss before placing his right hand tightly over Al's mouth and pinching Al's nose closed with his left.
Al's eyes went wide almost straight away. Scorpius realised as he watched Al's face that, unlike a pillow, there were no air pockets in his hand. No trapped oxygen that Albus could suck in, even for a few moments. With his hands covering Al's mouth and nose, there was no way for Albus to draw in any breath at all. The struggling started much more quickly because of that, and Scorpius could feel Al squirm against him, see him arching his chest and tugging on his arms as he tried to turn his head. He pressed his palm tighter to Al's mouth and leaned in, holding Al's head as still as he could as he rubbed his clothed erection against Al's stomach, hearing the muted, guttural moans and grunts coming from somewhere low in Al's throat.
Albus struggled for a few moments longer, then Scorpius saw something flash in Al's eyes. Something raw and primal. They were so wide and desperate and Scorpius could see fear there. The real, genuine fear of someone who's life was no longer in their own hands. Scorpius half-moaned, half-growled as he came hard in his boxers and finally removed his hands from Al's face.
Al gasped and coughed and bucked his hips up into Scorpius even as he struggled to breathe and pull his hands free. Scorpius leaned in to kiss him, not even letting him regain his breath, and reached down to take Al's cock in his hand, stroking him and kissing him and feeling Al's chest move heavily under his own. He didn't think he'd ever come so hard in his life, and Albus looked so fucking beautiful that he wasn't sure he'd ever come so hard again.
He kept stroking until Al shuddered violently and came all over his hand, breath still heavy and small whimpering sounds still making their way unwittingly from his throat.
Scorpius rested his forehead against Al's and looked at him, waiting for Al to return the gaze before smiling and kissing him on the nose. "Thank you," Scorpius whispered, feeling so amazingly content and at peace. He couldn't believe Albus kept letting him do this. And enjoying it. It made his head spin. Al was literally giving him control over whether he lived or died every time it happened and just thinking about the power in that made Scorpius almost delirious.
He reached for his wand and ended the spell, allowing Al to slowly lower his arms before kissing the corner of his smile.
Shopping was not one of Scorpius' preferred past-times, but Albus did so love his old Muggle record collection and who was Scorpius to deny him his favourite hobby? Unfortunately, this meant braving the packed streets of Muggle London. The record shops would have to be situated right next to Leicester Square, wouldn't they? The good thing was, being on Charing Cross Road meant The Leaky Cauldron wasn't too far away. Scorpius could always sneak off and take refuge in there for an hour or so while Albus got on with his browsing.
They reached one shop and Scorpius did a quick assessment of the crowd inside. The shop was packed and heaving and Scorpius decided that going inside was not really very high up on his agenda. "I'll wait here," he said, moving to stand by the side of the door. Albus nodded vaguely at him and ventured inside and Scorpius contemplated just wandering off and looking for a nice quiet place to have a scone. He waited for a good ten minutes, keeping a wary eye on the public, before something brushed against his leg, making him jump in a rather undignified manner. He just about bit back a squeal before looking down and frowning at the plastic carrier bag flapping against his shin. He growled and leaned down to remove it when he had a rather ingenious thought.
They'd passed a Muggle hardware store a few shops down. Albus would probably be quite some time... he'd be able to sneak off for a few minutes without Al noticing.
He pushed himself away from the wall and made his way back down the street, snaking through the throng of people and finally darting into the empty shop. It was musty and dirty and smelled vaguely of damp and Scorpius wrinkled his nose as he slunk down into an aisle and started eyeing all the items on display. He had a vague idea what he was looking for, he'd seen Muggles use it. It was a sort of adhesive strip, usually black or silver in colour, if he'd remembered correctly. It wasn't in the first two aisles, but he found it on the bottom shelf of the third. Gaffa tape was the name printed on it.
He reached into his pocket, pulling out his loose change. He supposed, on this occasion, it was a good thing Albus had insisted they use Muggle transport; it meant he had just enough Muggle money to purchase a roll. He picked up a black one and walked to the till, placing it down and studying the coins in his hand. He needed one pound and twenty five pence. The pound was the... the thick gold-looking one. The twenty... was that the big funny-shaped one or the little funny-shaped one?
"Would you like a bag?" the shop assistant asked.
Scorpius looked up and suppressed a grin. "Yes, please. A big one."
"That'll be one twenty five, then, please."
Scorpius thrust some amount of money into the man's hands, almost certain he'd given him too much, but unwilling to stand there looking like a fool as he tried to work out which coin was which. "Keep the change," he said, giving the man a tight smile, before taking the bag and making his way out of the shop.
Albus was standing outside the record shop, looking confused when Scorpius got back.
"Where did you go?" he asked, frowning. "I thought you'd been kidnapped or something. I was just about to Floo-call home to see if you'd gone back."
Scorpius just smiled. "I did a bit of shopping myself," he replied. "And if you're done, I'd like to go home."
They made their way to The Leaky Cauldron and Flooed home. Scorpius took off his coat, walked through to the kitchen and grabbed a chair. He pulled it out into the living room and positioned it in the middle of the room, placing his bag on the seat and grinning at Al.
Albus blinked at him. "Why did you bring the chair out here?"
Scorpius picked up the bag again and pulled out the tape. "This is what I got today," he said, still grinning.
"Gaffa tape?"
"And the bag," Scorpius added. "I had an idea, you see. Because having to hold you down is fun, but it means I can't do anything else."
The look on Al's faced slowly turned from puzzlement to understanding, then finally amusement. He smirked. "I see."
"So... I thought that it would be nice to use something else. Something that could restrict your breathing, that I was still in control of, but that allowed me to... well... you know... do other things."
Albus took off his coat and hung it up, moving to the chair and taking a seat. "And what sort of things do you intend to do?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Scorpius took Al's arms and pulled them behind the back of the chair, taping his wrists together and securing them to the bars. "I think I'll keep that a secret for now," he said, suddenly feeling quite smug. He moved round to the front and pushed Al's legs apart, then taped Al's ankles to the front two chair legs, before standing up and fixing Al to the back of the chair with several lengths of tape around his chest and upper arms. Finally, he placed the end of the tape over Al's mouth and wound it around his head several times, enjoying the way it stuck to and tugged on Al's hair. He could already tell it was going to be painful to rip off.
The sound of Al's breathing was already delicious and Scorpius leaned back against the arm of the couch to watch as Al tested his restraints. Scorpius had been slightly dubious about this Muggle tape, but it was apparently rather on the effective side if Al's futile squirming was anything to go by.
"I gagged you so you couldn't try and bite through the bag," Scorpius explained, picking up said bag and looking it over. He was glad he'd asked for a big one. "I'm going to leave it on until I feel you should breathe again, understand? You have no say in the matter."
Scorpius could see the way Al's throat moved as he swallowed and he licked his lips hungrily as he stood back up and placed the bag over Al's head. Using the tape, he sealed the plastic around Al's neck, making sure all gaps were closed and no air could get in, before stepping back and just watching.
The first breath of expelled air puffed the bag out into a circle of plastic around Al's head and Scorpius found he rather enjoyed the crinkling sound it made as it moved. When Al breathed in the bag collapsed a few inches and Scorpius could tell already that Albus was being very deliberate about his breathing. Each breath was slow and steady and there was a pause before each exhale, as if Al was trying to hold onto each breath for as long as possible. Clever boy. Scorpius could feel himself start to harden as he watched Al's face, seeing the concentration in his eyes and hearing the sound the bag made every time he took a breath.
He walked slowly around behind Al, stopping briefly to check his hands were still secure, before crouching down beside him. Al's eyes darted to him for a moment, before returning to the floor in front of him and Scorpius knew he was trying not to get distracted. Again, the plastic puffed out, and again it shrunk in, this time touching Al's skin. Scorpius smirked as he watched it, hearing the faint, throaty whimper that came with Al's next exhale. As clever as he was trying to be with his oxygen, it was still going to run out eventually.
It only took several more breaths before Al's breathing started to speed up and Scorpius pushed himself up and moved back to the couch, leaning lazily against it. "I could kill you, you know?" he said, his voice deadly calm. Of course, he wouldn't, but there was no need to tell Albus that. "It would be as simple as just not removing the bag. Eventually you'll use up all your oxygen and there'll be nothing left."
There was a definite hitch in Al's breathing and the bag seemed to expand and collapse and lot more quickly, then. Scorpius smirked. "Maybe I'll just leave it on. Watch as you suffocate to death?"
Al mumbled something behind the gag and shook his head as the plastic collapsed and stuck to his sweaty face. Scorpius could see the condensation forming on the inside of the bag from Al's hot breath and he knew the air in there would very soon be of no use to Al at all. Al started to struggle, twisting against the tape, pulling on his legs and shaking the plastic from his face every time he inhaled. Scorpius reached down and unfastened his trousers, reaching inside and taking hold of his cock. He looked down into Al's lap as he struggled, pleased to see a familiar bulge in his jeans. Al trusted him, despite the taunts, and that was almost enough to bring him to orgasm right there. He restrained himself, though. He wanted to see the fear in Al's eyes.
He ran his thumb over the head of his cock, drinking in the sounds of Al's muffled cries as he struggled and tried to breathe around the plastic sticking itself to every curve and angle of his face. There it was; that fear, that raw, animalistic, instinctual fear blazing vividly in Al's wide, emerald eyes. Scorpius moved forward quickly, straddling Al's knees and quickly reaching down to undo Al's jeans. He fumbled around inside for Al's cock and stroked them both as he fixed his gaze on Al's face. "You can't breathe until you come, Al," he said harshly, his voice deep and gravelly as he bucked into his own hand, so, so close now.
Albus sobbed and shook his head, screaming desperately behind the gag, writhing in the chair, pleading with his eyes, and pushing his hips up into Scorpius' touch. Scorpius just kept stroking, squeezing and pulling, only vaguely aware of the low keening sound coming from the back of his own throat. This was real, this was fear and panic as it's height and he pulled harder and faster until he shuddered and came, feeling Albus come all over his fist just a moment later.
Instantly, he let go of them both and ripped the bag open. Albus inhaled heavily, then sobbed and coughed behind the gag. Scorpius quickly found the end of the tape and unwound it, being careful not to rip out Al's hair, and cupped Al's face, looking at him, wanting to make sure he was alright.
"I love you," he said as Al gasped and panted and cried. Scorpius leaned forward and kissed his nose and his cheek, overcome with emotion and adoration. "You're amazing."
Albus smiled at him weakly, then let his head fall forward onto Scorpius' shoulder. "Dizzy now," he said, and Scorpius could hear the amusement in his voice. He climbed off Al's lap and moved round the chair, untying him and throwing the used tape to one side. He was still shaking slightly and knew he had a huge grin on his face, but couldn't seem to make it go away. He helped Albus over to the couch and fetched him a glass of water, sitting beside him and just beaming at him like an idiot.
"Thank you," he said, feeling incredibly warm.
Albus turned to him questioningly. "For what?"
"For trusting me," Scorpius replied. "Even though I said I was going to kill you." He grinned and Albus chuckled, finishing off his water.
"Well, it's like you said. I'd be no good to you dead, would I?"
Scorpius raised his eyebrows. "Hmmm, I suppose not." He paused for a moment, then smirked. "I guess I can say goodbye to that Quidditch insurance, then."
"Well, don't rule it out completely." Al grinned. "We haven't tried strangulation, yet."
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Date: 2010-02-05 12:18 am (UTC)Love love love this fic!
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Date: 2010-02-05 07:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-05 01:16 am (UTC)This is such a dangerous game that I'm afraid for them. Taking away Al's safety-out was soooo scary to read. It's great that Scorpius can read the signs, but... yikes. Scary stuff, there. However, I do understand Scorpius needed the reality of power instead of the illusion, but I wonder how many scares it will take before Scorpius realises there are safewords/gestures for a reason.
Anyway, I also loved the humour throughout this. Al especially was deliciously funny and hot as hell. I could picture him so vividly. Great work here, I definitely enjoyed this! Breathplay is a kink of mine, and you did it justice (incidentally, I recently wrote an AS/S breathplay fic myself, with a corset as the implement of breath denial--great minds!).
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Date: 2010-02-05 01:30 am (UTC)Really well done! ♥
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Date: 2010-02-05 04:34 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-02-05 07:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-05 08:40 am (UTC)Oh man, you know how much this affected me. I relate so much to what Scorpius goes through in this fic -- how the sense of power is intoxicating. I also find myself going all swoony over how he reacts to the amazing amount of trust Albus puts in him. This is one of the most powerful aspects of this kink for me and you wrote so clearly and effectively.
I loved the boys and their relationship. I felt bad for Scorpius and his discomfort with Al's family. You got that down so well. Lol at Harry and his 'subtle' interrogations. And I loved the whole sense of love and care between the two boys.
Also -- this was desperately, breathtakingly hot. I had to stop and catch my breath once or twice and increasingly so as their play escalated. Mmmm! Man. You just know exactly how to write kink. ♥
*needs a breathplay icon*
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Date: 2010-02-05 10:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-05 01:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-05 02:48 pm (UTC)This is great. It's a scary kink and I'm glad I get to experience it vicariously and don't have to actually take the risks to get the thrill. Thanks for that. I did find I was holding my breath at some points though and, like Al, I'm "Dizzy now."
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Date: 2010-02-05 06:36 pm (UTC)Wow. Yeah, just.
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Date: 2010-02-06 01:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-06 01:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-06 02:31 am (UTC)Thanks for writing and sharing! :)
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Date: 2010-02-06 04:49 am (UTC)i absolutely adored al's easy take to the whole thing too. his laid-back eagerness was a perfect counterpoint to scorpius. and all of scorpius' warmth and gratitude at the end really resonated with me and made me all melty. :)
fabulous job, hon!!
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Date: 2010-02-06 11:28 pm (UTC)Strange choice of characters *ducks* but wonderful choice of topic. What an intense exploration; very well written and I identified quite strongly with, heck, both of them. <3
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Date: 2010-02-08 01:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-09 01:35 pm (UTC)I am so in love with this fic. Absolutely brilliantly done. You made me believe how much they wanted this, how hot it was for both of them. I didn't need to believe that this is hot for me. because it's not. But it was such a believable turn on for them and that is all that mattered in this fic. jfdksjfkljlfds!!!! Perfectly showcased. Thank you for this.
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Date: 2010-02-10 06:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-10 08:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-11 06:14 pm (UTC)Loved it!
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Date: 2010-02-13 07:39 pm (UTC)I twitched and bit my nails down to nothing and held my breath and there was lots of 'oh shit, oh shit, oh shit' but y'know..... it was GOOOOD.... (in a "I'm-kinda-scared-but-OMG-guh-rather-hawt" kinda way)
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Date: 2010-02-13 07:41 pm (UTC)hp kinkfest: Control Issues
Date: 2010-02-26 05:06 am (UTC)*that* was effin funny!
I am a bit out of breath myself after reading this. *shivers* :D
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