hpkinkfest | Fic: Insolence (Draco/Al), NC-17

Title: Insolence
Author:

noeon
Prompt Number: #219 submitted by

themostepotente
Kink Showcased: OTK or 'over the knee' spanking
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Draco/Albus Severus
Summary: "Always admit when you've had enough."
Warnings: spanking, cross-gen (17/43), single glove
Word Count: 1,580
Author's Notes: I hope you enjoy this little piece of adoring smut, dearest Money Penny. Countless thanks to

femmequixotic and her ability to top from the beta, and to

nursedarry for her enthusiastic willingness to look at whatever I can think of.

“Albus, does your father know you’re here?” Draco’s tone was level, but his heart raced at the sight of unruly dark curls and a sleepy frown standing just to the side of his massive walnut desk.

“No, sir.”

“How can he possibly miss...”

“He’s easily absorbed in his cases, sir.” The undertone of insolence spoiled the apparent politeness of the statement.

“And your mother?” Draco noted the quick grimace on Albus’s face.

The young man shrugged.

Draco pondered how any parent could let this beautiful, reckless seventeen-year-old escape their eye. Scorpius had inherited his mother’s dutiful side--thank Merlin!--although Draco knew exactly what he got up to, with whom, and when. Publicly, Draco feigned disinterest in his son's activities but in actuality, he kept a careful watch. And if Albus had been his son, he wouldn’t be here a second time in Draco’s study on a Wednesday evening with that wild and challenging look in his eye, having just blown in like a thunderstorm and begging for more than he could name.

Two weeks ago Scorpius had invited the entire seventh year to the Manor for a post-term celebration. Draco had spent the evening at his desk, reading and occasionally casting an eye over the security mirrors lining his study walls. He had known that the extra wards and house-elves would warn him of serious trouble, but he was not above a few surveillance spells and traps on the grounds.

Nothing had warned him of the trouble that was Albus Potter until the boy knocked at his door. Draco had waited a good three minutes before opening the door to glare at the tousle-headed young man slouching against the doorframe. Albus was a picture of rebellious disaffection in his crisp white Muggle shirt and thin wool trousers that shouldn’t have been so well cut for such narrow hips, but when he had looked up, Draco had seen desperation in those deep green eyes. After that, he'd been lost.

Draco hadn’t even bothered to tell Albus not to come back afterward. It smacked of self-flattery and weakness; he couldn’t imagine any young man actually enjoying more than the quick thrill of seducing his father’s enemy and his rival’s father. He also didn't plan to succumb to temptation again. The encounter had been gloriously urgent – Draco had enjoyed his slightly swollen lip and hidden scratches the next day, not to mention the tender spot where his hip hit the edge of the desk as he wrestled Albus onto it and the momentary visceral recollections of how utterly, achingly good it had been.

Draco had enjoyed the distraction for what it was: brief, exquisite, and never to be repeated.

Or so he'd thought.

But now here Albus was again, and the way Draco's heart (and his cock) leapt when he saw the boy, Draco regretted ever having opened the door.

"Perhaps you should go home." Draco pursed his lips and turned his attention to the ledger on his desk.

In his peripheral vision, he was aware of Albus coming closer, close enough that he could feel the warmth of his body. Albus leaned on the edge of the desk. The hairs on Draco's arm stood up lightly at his proximity. "What if I don't wish to. Sir."

Draco lowered his lids. Damn. He wouldn't get out of this unscathed.

"I don't remember asking what you wished," Draco said firmly.

Albus blinked, then grinned. "And what will you do if I stay?"

Draco turned and looked directly into Al's eyes. "Most likely throw you out."

"Before that part."

"Spank you for your insolence," Draco retorted in genuine annoyance.

Al stopped smiling, and a dark gleam entered his eyes. "That sounds kind of hot."

Draco's mouth opened and shut. His cheeks grew warm, and his cock gave a twitch of interest. He knew he should nip this in the bud. He should call the elves and have Potter junior ejected.

He should.

"Then bring me the leather gloves from the pocket of my grey coat." Draco leaned back in his chair. Potter that he was, Albus would bristle at the command, and this would be over soon.

As Draco watched in astonishment, Al pushed off from the desk and walked, hips shifting in a most fetching fashion, to the coat-hook. He rummaged in the pocket of Draco's coat and returned with a pair of finely stitched black leather gloves. He dropped them on Draco's desk with a faint smile.

Draco shifted in his chair and drew on the right glove. He wondered how far this was going to go, how far Albus would really go. How far he would really go. "Trousers down," Draco said impersonally, looking not at Albus's face but at his legs.

Albus's long fingers fumbled with the button and zip of his Muggle jeans. To Draco's chagrin, he wasn't wearing pants beneath. Unable to tear his gaze away from the curve of Al's cock, standing erect from the dark nest of curls, Draco had to force himself to breathe steadily, to think clearly in the middle of everything.

Still not meeting Al's eyes, Draco settled back in his chair, making a peremptory motion with his gloved hand. Al followed the visual cue and stretched himself out over Draco's knees.

"Now you're going to tell me what you've done," Draco said, stroking the lovely firm curve of Al's right buttock, "and why you deserve this."

"I slept with James's girlfriend last Saturday," Al said in a muffled voice.

Draco kept stroking, ignoring the red twinge of jealousy that gathered in his gut.

"I stole Teddy's hash and smoked all of it." Al was laughing as he confessed. Draco could hear it, and he lifted his hand.

"I let my schoolmate's father fuck me two weeks ago," Al added saucily.

Draco silenced him with sharp smack to his exposed bottom.

"Ow!" Al was clearly caught off guard.

Draco smiled. He stroked the flushed skin, then brought his hand down again, hard against the smooth curve of Al's arse.

With a soft grunt, Al shifted over Draco's thighs, sending a frisson of want shivering through Draco's body.

Draco set up a rhythm of stroking, then striking, carefully varying the pattern so Al could not predict it. Al jolted with each unexpected blow, and Draco stared, captivated, as each strike of his hand pinked Al's skin further. He'd never imagined a flush could look so beautiful.

Another sharp smack, and despite the glove, Draco's hand began to tingle. He was rock-hard from the wriggling lapful of barely submissive young man.

He caressed the warmed, reddening skin. "Had enough yet?"

"What do you think?" Al flexed against him.

Draco's gloved hands slid between Al's legs, fingertips grazing his arsehole, the swell of his balls.

"Merlin." Al said softly, opening his legs to Draco's hand.

Draco removed his hand, letting it hover over Al's left buttock before bringing it down in one last, vicious slap.

"FUCK!" Al swore, nearly falling from Draco's lap.

Draco steadied him and smiled. "That's for lying. Always admit when you've had enough."

Al frowned. "Okay." He sounded petulant, and for some reason he preferred not to examine at the moment, Draco was pleased. Still, he waited, one eyebrow raised. Al sighed. "I mean, yes, sir."

Draco petted Al's arse, rewarding the young man for his sense of what to do without being told. Al rubbed against his lap, letting Draco set the pace again, sighing in pleasure as Draco's fingers circled the base of his cock.

Balancing Al in his lap, Draco reached into his desk drawer for the phial he'd left in there after last time. Uncorking the stopper, he dribbled lube across the fingers of his glove and between Al's firm buttocks. Al groaned as Draco's finger touched his arsehole.

Draco worked two gloved fingers into Al, watching his body swallow them up greedily.

"Touch yourself," Draco commanded. He twisted his fingers; Al rubbed against his thigh with a soft gasp.

Face red from the exertion and from hanging over Draco's knees, Al awkwardly snaked a hand under himself and moaned as he made contact. His knuckles bumped against Draco's leg with each quick, eager thrust; his red, red buttocks shifted and clenched.

Draco worked another finger into Al.

"Oh," Al choked out, and he tensed. "Oh." His hips bucked back against Draco's hand, and his fist clenched roughly around the stiff length of his prick. "I--"

With a shudder and a soft cry, he came against Draco's thigh, sticky wetness soaking through Draco's wool trousers. Draco's breath caught. Al fell against him, breathing hard, his body draped over Draco's lap.

Draco gently withdrew his fingers and took off the glove, dropping it to the floor. The house-elves would deal with it later. Al stood up stiffly, face as beet red as his arse and black hair everywhere, panting deliciously.

"Now get out," Draco said softly.

His amused smirk lasted for the few moments it took Al to pull up his jeans awkwardly and storm out of the room. As soon as the door slammed, Draco ripped open his trousers and jerked frantically at his cock. A few violent strokes, and with his teeth digging sharply into his bottom lip, he arched in his chair, gasping as thick white ropes of semen splattered across his desk.

Draco slumped back, exhausted. His eyes drifted back to the door, his fingers still lightly stroking his prick, smearing come across his slick skin. He smiled.

Somehow he knew this wasn't over yet.

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