Prompt: Erection/Jake Wright & Augustus Rookwood
Requested by: shakespeare
Warning: MORE SMUT. What can I say these two are too hot to deny the world more...of their hotness? IDEK. This is me, Stevie, and Kristy's way of dealing with lack of DH, OKAY. DONT JUDGE.



There was snow falling outside, and Augustus couldn't help but hum a little muggle tune under his breath. It was infectious, their fucking music, and he couldn't deny himself a little 'chestnuts roasting over an open fire' or whatever the lyrics were.

Because inside, it was toasty warm. There were flames flickering in fireplace--no chestnuts roasting, but that was fine, he didn't really like chestnuts anyway. What he did have was one Jacob Wright, who was currently passed out in bed, and who had been passed out in bed for hours now. He'd gotten home and curled up and gone straight to sleep, just like he had every day since they'd heard about the Kents.

Augustus was bored. And he hated being bored. It made his mind wander. It brought too many bad memories to the front, too many regrets. But luckily for him, he had the perfect distraction to bury himself in. He grinned slightly as he glanced over at Jake's prone form, the fire throwing his nakedness-and the erection that so tempted Augustus-into sharp relief. As the fire crackled softly, casting long shadows across the entirety of the room, he crawled back into bed, grabbing something from the floor as he sidled up to Jake, limbs tangling themselves with the other man's, feeling the warmth of his skin sliding against Jake's naked body.

Still half-asleep, Jake shifted in the bed, turning to lie face-up and arm winding loosely around Augustus' hips. With a small sigh, he relaxed again, as though content to sleep like that for another few hours. Slowly, carefully, Augustus lifted the other man's arms. No response. Placing them precisely down at the edge of the headboard, he pulled over what he'd picked up from the floor.

It was a scarf, long and striped with the colors of his alma mater house, Ravenclaw. Straddling Jake's body, he carefully tied the man's hands to the railing of the headboard, securing the scarf by knotting it a few times. And then he lowered himself back down to Jake.

He stirred slightly as Augustus licked his neck, fingers trailing down his body to run his nails lightly down the slope of his hip bones. But his eyes didn't open. Augustus smiled slightly as he nipped at his neck and Jake groaned, wondering what sort of a dream he was having at the moment. As his tongue flicked across a nipple, lips closing over it, he thought he saw his eyes flutter, but he didn't come to. It wasn't until August licked and nipped his way down to his hips and started tracing intricate patterns on them with his tongue that Jake finally woke up.

"August," he said, voice filled with sleep and lust. His hands moved to reach for him, but even in his half-asleep state he realized that he was tied down. "What the fuck?" he asked, but mildly--he wasn't angry, just confused about what the hell was going on.

Augustus smiled, borderline predatory. "Morning Jake," he drawled, even though it was dark outside still. His tongue ran up and down the length of Jake's cock, pausing at the tip to flick across, catlike. "Bout time you woke up."

"Mmmm..." Jake replied, distracted by sleepiness and the feeling of his tongue. "Tease," he mumbled as Augustus' tongue somehow wandered away from his cock and resumed its game of tracing patterns on his hip, his abdomen, sending little shockwaves of pleasure that made him twist and pull at the scarf binding his hands. He could practically feel Augustus smirking against his skin.

"Tease? Me?" Augustus' voice was the pinnacle of innocence, with a dash of hurt thrown in. "I don't think I'm a tease." He leaned forward again, on his hands and knees hovering over Jake, lips tracing a delicate path, barely brushing his skin, along Jake's jawline, the curve of his ear, down his neck and across his shoulder. Jake squirmed underneath him with a small growl of impatience.

Augustus sat back, pouted slightly. "You really do think I'm a tease," he said, looking put out. Damn, he was a good actor. "Well. If that's what you want..." His hand slid to palm his own erection, thumb sliding over the tip of his cock before his fingers tightened slightly and slid up and down, making him moan under his breath.

"God damnit, August." Jake spoke between gritted teeth, hips lifting slightly off the bed in an instinctive reaction to the urge to pounce on the moaning, teasing bastard and fuck him so hard he passed out when he came. That lazy smile creeped across Augustus' face again, and his hand slid up and down faster now, hips moving slightly, the firelight melting into the curves of his muscles and the way they tightened as he moved.

Jake's arms were tugging against the headboard. "Fine. Fine, I don't give a fuck, you're not a tease, fuck!" The laziness changed to pleased acceptance on Augustus' face and he leaned over, tugging at the knots on the scarf. The action moved his cock just within reach of Jake, and Augustus stopped mid-knot and pressed his forehead against the wall as he felt the mouth, warm and tight around his cock, sliding down his shaft.

"Jesus Christ," he huffed, eyelashes fluttering shut for a moment before he managed to tug at the last knot.

The second the scarf was loosened, Jake pounced. No sleepiness in his eyes now, just lust, and hunger. He pushed the other man back onto the bed, lips meeting his, hips bumping and legs tangling as their cocks slid against each other and made them moan. His hand gripped the back of Augustus' neck, the other man's body arching up into his, pressing against him as they slid into one hot tangled dance of skin and tongues and fingers tracing up and down each other's bodies, scratching marks down backs.

It was the perfect distraction--the one they found in each other, the two left to lick their wounds after the war had taken everything else they'd loved away from them. At least, in the end, they had each other.