last part y'all of this Mommy chapter, only because some of you wanted more of it, it is fun to do albus and elliot tho, anyways enjoy
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"Mother, no. Seriously. I don't need to have the Talk, okay? I already know about it, alright?" he whined childishly, sighing when Draco gave him a look. "I've read about them in that Wizarding Gay Sex and Kinks that Uncle George gave me last Christmas. I'm 16 now, Mother, and the book is... very enlightening so to say."
"What do you use to prepare your lover before sex then?" Draco raised an eyebrow.
"Lubrication," Albus huffed.
"What do you use to prevent pregnancies?"
"They usually just use condoms but for further safety precaution, girls would be on birth control potion. Since this is the Wizarding World and weird stuff happens every time, couples who have gay sex would be on birth control as well to prevent their magic from manifesting the sperm to produce an ovum." Albus looked at Draco's swelling stomach pointedly. "Dad's sperm must've been so powerful to impregnate you."
Blushing brightly, Draco glared at his son. "We're talking about your sex life here, baby. Not mine. Now focus–"
"I'm pretty sure that Albus knew how sex works between men and men, beautiful," Harry came into the room with three mugs of hot cocoa. "Well, Potter. I'm just making sure that our son here doesn't accidentally impregnate someone!" Draco huffed, glaring at his husband.
"How do you know that Al would be the one impregnating someone and not the other way around?" Harry questioned pointedly as he sipped his drink. Albus squeaked at the implication of him bottoming, which he was but still, the fact that his father just implied his son bottomed for someone was weird as hell.
"THIS IS NOT THE KIND OF CONVERSATION I WANT TO DISCUSS. PLEASE. THANK Y0U," Albus screeched before narrowing his eyes towards his parents. "We are not discussing my sexual life, alright? It's bloody weird and no one is impregnating anyone anytime soon."
Scorpius passed by the living room with his own mug of hot cocoa that Harry had passed to him earlier. "Albus is kinky as hell. I heard he's into choking and bondage," he sipped his drink loudly as he climbed up the stairs.
"You little bitch!"
Harry turned to look at Draco with a smirk when Albus ran towards the 12-year-old. "He is your son after all, is he not? I'm not surprised if he got his kinkiness from you."
"HARRY!"
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"Hi, kitten," Elliot smirked as he sat next to his boyfriend at the Great Hall by the Slytherin table. Albus rolled his eyes and nudged him with a small smile. "Hi," he greeted back shyly.
"How were Charms and Transfiguration class?" the taller male asked, putting a possessive arm around his waist. Albus hummed, leaning against him comfortingly. "It was easy. I have a few essays to finish up tonight. Do you want to do your homework with me?"
"Sure. I don't mind. I have DADA essay to do as well. As long as I get to sneak a few snogging sessions in between, I'm good to go."
"You always want some snogging," Albus rolled his eyes again with a sigh, tilting his head up when Elliot pushed his head upwards to face him. "It's not my fault that you look so sinfully kissable, kitten. I just wanted to kiss you until you're hot all over and whining as I wrapped my hands around your throat," he whispered into the Slytherin's ear.
