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Drabble: Dating a Trainee Healer
Title: Dating a Trainee Healer
Word Count and Rating: 468, NC-17
Summary: It has its perils and its rewards.
Notes: Written for Round Two of the ASS Fest's Winter Shorts Exchange for tiger_flame's prompt: "One of the boys falls asleep while giving a BJ." Also for my 100quills table, prompt 087 Overwhelmed.


“Scorpius,” Albus moaned and twisted his head into his pillow. “Please...please stop torturing me.”

Since Scorpius arrived home from his latest shift as a Trainee Healer at St Mungo's, Albus had been the lucky recipient of the most incredible, languorous blow job. Scorpius's warm, wet mouth had pulled Albus out of a sound sleep—Albus learned about a month into the training program that the only thing better than dreaming about Scorpius's mouth around his cock was waking up and discovering it was a reality—and Scorpius was currently lying between his legs, cheek nestled against Albus's thigh. One lightly calloused hand lightly cupped Albus's sac, and he shivered in delight as Scorpius's warm breath ghosted over him.

“Scorpius,” he whimpered, twitching his legs farther apart in invitation. Scorpius sighed deeply and moved his left hand from the base of Albus's cock to his thigh, but otherwise did nothing.

“Scorpius?” Albus lifted his head and looked down his body at his boyfriend, the boyfriend who was fast asleep, his face inches from Albus's erection. “Scorpius!”

With a grunt, Scorpius jolted up onto his knees, rubbing his hand over his face and looking around the bedroom in bewilderment.

“Albus? Um, what--” He stared at Albus's engorged flesh and then up at his shocked expression. “I fell asleep? Right in the middle of...” Scorpius trailed off completely. Like a child, he knuckled his eyes and took a shuddering breath. “Gods, I'm sorry. I'm so tired, I don't even remember closing my eyes. These hours are killing me, Healer Hypatian is out to get me, he told me to my face that he doesn't want a Malfoy working at his hospital, there was an explosion at Pimbly's Potion Emporium and everyone had grass growing out of their ears--”Albus stopped him by gently placing his thumb over Scorpius's mouth.

“Why didn't you just climb into bed and go to sleep?” He smiled when Scorpius kissed his thumb and tipped his head until Albus was cupping his cheek.

“Because I love you, and I feel like I never see you anymore. Because I don't want you to feel neglected.” Scorpius abruptly lowered his head back to Albus's erection and dragged his tongue across the glans. He grinned at Albus's broken moan. “I'll just finish what I began, shall I?”

Albus tugged Scorpius up until his head was resting on his pillow. “Nope. Your work is done for tonight.”

“You can't sleep like that.” Eyes half-closed already, Scorpius eased a lazy hand down Albus's torso.

“I never said I could.” Albus caught Scorpius's hand and pinned it next to his head, grinding himself against Scorpius's hip in the process and smiling as his breath caught. “You just relax, lie there like a good boy, and let me take care of you.”