Something You Can Do To Your Quill
Title: Something You Can Do to Your Quill
Author: k8matty
Pairing: Harry/Scorpius
Rating: N-17+ (aren’t they always with me?)
Summary: Scorpius eyed him seductively during class, sucking pointedly on the end of his quill.
Warnings: Coming untouched, desk!sex, blowjob, virgin!sex, mild chan (Scorpius is 16), oh and I once again borrowed fbowden's kilted!Scorp because at this stage I don't think I can write him any other way.
Authors Note: This is my first actual Harry/Scorpius. Yes, I have been completely and utterly seduced by this fagtastic pairing.
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He was staring again.
Harry coughed and stumbled over his lecture notes as his emerald eyes collided with the silver pair, raking appreciatively over the man they belonged to before Harry could help himself.
No, not a man, Harry sternly reminded himself as Scorpius eyed him seductively during class, sucking pointedly on the end of his quill. Though the round face of a boy had been replaced with sharp, prominent white cheekbones, and though the fat, full lips of a cherub were now thinner, though every bit as baby pink as they’d always been, Scorpius was still small, delicate, and surely far too young for him to be attempting such blatant provocations.
At first, Scorpius’ staring had been a mild irritation, a gleam of unrelenting grey in the corner of Harry’s peripherals. But at the time when it had all started, Harry had told himself not to react, that he had put up with years of being stared at, and there was no reason to stir the cauldron.
And then, Harry had taken to sneaking glances back, colliding into moments of heated eye contact that sent lightning bolts up Harry’s spine and through his cock. But Harry had told himself that there was no reason to panic, that it was perfectly normal for Scorpius to experiment with flirting, and it was no fault of his own if Scorpius’ Shag Me glances had a minimal physical impact on Harry’s traitorous body.
Now, Harry was hopelessly lost to Scorpius’ adolescent allure, the hot stares that Scorpius kept shooting in Harry’s direction were burning him, and Harry was seriously starting to worry. Merlin forbid the boy should misinterpret the situation and think Harry wanted to start something between them! True, he would not be wrong, but as the mature adult in this situation, Harry decided to take responsibility and put a stop to this once and for all.
And so it was with a firm hand and a hot collar that Harry bit the bullet and called Scorpius back after class, courteously putting locking and silencing charms on the classroom so that no one would overhear their private conversation.
“Have a seat, Scorpius.” Harry tried to sound gentle, paternal even. It was difficult when the infuriating boy practically performed the splits as he took his seat. Surely there was no reason for the boy to sit with his legs quite so far apart, Harry brooded, especially when he refused to partake in the Hogwarts uniform code and instead substituted a tartan kilt for school trousers. Harry struggled against the image that forced itself into the front of Harry’s mind, an image of Harry kneeling between those parted legs and sticking his head under that kilt to see for himself just how boldly young Malfoy rebelled against the uniform code…
“Professor?” Scorpius stifled a smirk as Harry’s glazed eyes fell to his groin and fluttered. Harry was so deliciously open with his expressions, something he didn’t even seem to be aware of. There was no aphrodisiac on earth that compared to Professor Potter’s face as he struggled to mask his arousal, that twitch in his jaw, the slight shake of his head like a dog ridding its ears of water… Scorpius felt a spike of arousal with the knowledge that it was him making his teacher feel this way.
Scorpius affected an air of innocence that belied his blatantly sexual posture, coyly looking up at Harry from underneath long, fine lashes.
Harry was not a fool; he scowled at the Slytherin manipulation, crossing his legs behind his desk in an effort to punish his disobedient cock.
“Scorpius, I wish to discuss a delicate matter regarding your behavior towards me.” Harry kept his tone crisp and professional, trying not to let it crack as Scorpius tilted his head in confusion, the light glancing off his porcelain cheekbone and a single strand of silken blonde hair falling into his eyes as he did so.
“My behavior, sir?” Scorpius tucked the strand behind his ear, letting his long, white fingers linger around his lobe longer than was necessary, traveling down the length of his torso before coming to rest on his kilted thigh. It didn’t escape his notice that Harry watched his fingers journey, tongue flicking out to unconsciously wet his lips.
“Yes, your behavior.” Harry ploughed on through gritted teeth, before stopping to take a sobering breath. He was just a lad with a crush, after all. No need to sound harsh. He tried again, “Scorpius, I’ve noticed some… flirting on your part.”
“Flirting, sir?” Scorpius sounded scandalized. He sucked his lower lip into his mouth and widened his soulful grey eyes, affecting an air of surprise and naivety. Harry moaned a little under his breath; Merlin, was Scorpius trying to put him in an early grave?
“Listen, Scorpius, I don’t know what you think you’re playing at, staring at me all the time and doing that… whatever you’re doing now. It’s completely inappropriate to behave like that towards your teacher, not to mention your best friends dad!” despite himself, Harry ended on a slightly accusatory tone, a tone that made Scorpius’ shy little smile fall very quickly.
“I don’t want to see or hear any more of this, Scorpius, do I make myself understood?” Without meaning too, Harry’s voice has risen in volume. He paused and held his breath, willing the teenage boy in front of him to speak.
When he finally did, Harry nearly toppled backwards in his chair as Scorpius soft, melodic voice changed to one most usually heard during exorcisms.
“Fine! Jesus Christ, I wasn’t hurting anyone, but fuck it, if the idea of a Malfoy staring at you is something just too repulsive to endure, forget it, I’ll stop. God, I should have listened to my Dad; he always said you were an arrogant twat who knocked back anyone he thought was ‘unworthy’, and you know what, he was bloody well right!”
Scorpius straightened resolutely and held Harry’s gaze; his usually pale face was hot and flushed, and despite himself, Harry tucked the image away so he could remind himself later how Scorpius might look when flushed and passionate in a variety of circumstances. Stupid, unhelpful imagination. Harry shook his head, chasing away the images that swam in his minds eye.
Harry coughed and leant forwards slowly, trying to ignore the pang that resulted when the boy blinked angrily as though holding back tears.
“Scorpius, I know what it’s like to have a crush-” on the person currently sitting opposite you “-and I know that its… difficult when you discover your inclination towards men-” particularly teenaged, flaxen-haired, pureblooded ones “-but I really think this blatant flirting needs to stop.” Before I fling that pretty skirt of yours over your head and fuck you over the nearest available flat surface.
Scorpius nodded, looking glum. “snotlyk mmdoin enthin nwine sldoes.” He muttered to his knees, looking decidedly bitter.
“Pardon?” Harry raised an eyebrow, ignoring the ache in his lap that meant his eyebrow wasn’t the only thing currently raised.
Scorpius looked up and shot Harry an accusatory glare. “I said, ‘it’s not like I’m doing anything nobody else does’. All the girls drool over you, sir, and half the boys at that. Why am I the only one getting stick for it? Alicia Keys actually flashed you yesterday, and you barely batted an eyelash!”
Harry blinked stupidly. “That was an accident.” He replied honestly; Alicia had apologized - surely it was an accident? Though, come to think of it, just how did one accidentally pop open all the buttons of their school blouse?
Scorpius snorted incredulously. “And what about Zach Wood?” he accused. “Staring at you every mealtime, sliding sausages and bananas down his throat?”
“You suck your quill…” Harry protested weakly, wondering why he hadn’t even noticed the Scottish Gryffindor performing oral sex on various phallic foods - maybe it had something to do with the fact that Harry spent mealtimes sneaking covert glances towards the Slytherin table.
“I don’t deep throat my quill.” Scorpius countered, almost laughing at Harry’s stricken expression. “Though, I could if I wanted to,” he added as an afterthought.
“Scorpius…” Harry tried to reprimand, but it came out as a low, sultry moan.
Scorpius smirked and leant in, over the mahogany desk. “Don’t tell me,” Scorpius whispered, the corners of his mouth turning up in a smile, “that you’ve spent well over a month here, blissfully unaware of the hundreds of seduction attempts firing at you from all directions? Don’t tell me that while students are flashing and fellating objects all over the place, you’re hung up on my staring.”
Harry didn’t tell him; he could scarcely believe it himself.
Scorpius’ triumphant expression was growing dark and lustful, and Harry knew he was powerless to stop his own features adapting to match. Without hesitation, Harry threw himself over his desk and onto Scorpius’ soft, waiting lips.
Unfortunately, the maneuver was every bit as precariously awkward as it sounds, and so Harry didn’t so much kiss Scorpius as painfully smash their faces together.
“Ow!” Scorpius yelped, jolting backwards indignantly and rubbing his nose. “What was that for?”
Harry faltered and sat back down behind his desk. “I’m… sorry, I just thought…” shit, he was such an arse.
Scorpius rolled his eyes and rose from his seat opposite. “I suppose I can say goodbye to those ‘suave, experienced older man’ fantasies then,” he muttered, coming around to straddle Harry’s hips, beaming his victory when he settled his weight around Harry’s prominent erection. Grinding forwards into the rock-hard warmth of Harry’s abdominal muscles, Scorpius leant forwards and pressed his sweet, soft lips against Harry’s, moaning as Harry thrust his tongue into the wicked warmth of Scorpius’ mouth.
“Fantasies? You fantasize about me?” Harry gasped as he broke away, bucking up against the sweet young arse nestled in his lap.
Scorpius rolled his eyes again; “Me and the rest of the wizarding world, no doubt. Merlin, you really are as naïve as my Dad always said.” He smirked, returning his lips to Harry’s neck, peppering it with kisses and kitten licks that made Harry squirm with need.
“And you’re every bit as smarmy as he ever was.” Harry growled, holding Scorpius in place and thrusting demandingly until his kilt was indecently ruffled around his waist. “Since you’ve decreed me an ‘inexperienced, non-suave older man’, perhaps you would care to dazzle me with your expertise? I recall you mentioning something you can do to your quill?”
Scorpius’ eyes brightened as he leaned in to steal another kiss, grinding forwards against Harry’s stomach one last time before sliding off his lap, down his legs, and onto the stone floor, grey eyes shining with promise as he hurriedly parted Harry’s robes.
“Sure you wouldn’t rather Wood for this?” Scorpius husked against the warm bulge in Harry’s pants.
“I have wood!” Harry proclaimed indignantly, jabbing his hips to indicate the blinding truth of it.
“I meant… oh never mind.” Scorpius rolled his eyes exasperatedly, scrabbling at Harry’s zip, blushing with excitement as he felt the heat radiating from the taught fabric.
Harry threw his head back, swearing loudly as his cock throbbed with arousal. He grappled for the infuriating zip himself, tangling his fingers with Scorpius’ as they frenziedly tore apart the cruel metal teeth that held back Harry’s straining cock. Once free, it twitched happily inside Harry’s underwear as though it knew what treatment it was about to receive.
Scorpius’ mouth instantly watered as a dark patch formed at the head of Harry’s leaking cock, each bump and ridge pronounced against the tight red material. He could smell Harry’s arousal from here, and Scorpius found himself wanting, no needing, the smell of Harry’s lust in his mouth, on his face, all over him.
“Scorpius, please…” Harry shuddered as a spike of arousal made his cock jump excitedly, and Scorpius moaned, gripping Harry’s calf with one hand and sticking the other up his kilt to press firmly against his crotch, shaking as his own cock trembled violently in warning. Fuck, that had been close; Scorpius wondered how long he would last before the sensory stimulation undid him completely.
Peeling away Harry’s underwear, Scorpius moaned low in his throat as the huge, reddened prick underneath was slowly revealed to his gaze, hot and damp and reeking of arousal.
Scorpius pressed his cheek to the sticky head and inhaled the spicy musk until he felt dizzy. He poked his tongue out and tangled it in the thick thatch of Harry’s pubic hair, savoring the wicked, spicy flavors that assailed his taste buds as he roamed it around Harry’s genitals, nuzzling Harry’s sac and inhaling the strong, musky scent.
“Use your mouth on me.” Harry grunted, jabbing his hips and managing to leave a sticky smear across Scorpius’ alabaster cheekbone.
Lips parted in a moan, Scorpius guided Harry’s cock to his lips, reflexively flicking out his tongue to capture the bittersweet drops that spilled forth from the swollen slit. Scorpius ran the flat of his tongue across the crimson dome, before sucking it down and taking Harry inside his warm, wet heat.
Scorpius hadn’t been lying when he’d boasted about being able to deep throat, although he had admittedly had a moments doubt when he first saw how big Harry was; there was a slight HUGE difference between the adolescent boys that Scorpius usually associated with, and the pulsing member that now assailed Scorpius’ tonsils with frantic demand. But despite his hesitance, Scorpius was never one to disappoint, and so with great effort, he coaxed his gag reflex to relax, allowing a grateful Harry to slide forwards into the tight heat of Scorpius’ throat.
“God, Scorpius, you don’t know how good this feels,” Harry panted, staring down at the pink, swollen lips stretched prettily around his cock.
As if in response, Scorpius gave a tentative swallow, inordinately pleased when Harry swore loudly and squirmed against his face as Scorpius’ throat played all sorts of incredible tricks against the sensitive head of Harry’s cock. Making sure his teeth were covered, Scorpius set up a rhythm, rising and falling against Harry’s lap, never rising too far, should he irritate his gag reflex again.
“Oh Jesus, Scorpius, I shouldn’t be doing this…” Harry whined, jolting suddenly when Scorpius made an indignant noise of protest around his cock, the vibrations of which had Harry’s eyes rolling in his skull. As though deliberately trying to prove him wrong, Scorpius redoubled his efforts, sucking and moving determinedly, bringing up a hand to fondle Harry’s balls and sucking like his life depended on it.
Fuck he tastes good, hot and heavy in my mouth, leaking down my throat… Scorpius groaned, his prick throbbing heavily as it scratched tantalizingly against the rough fabric of his kilt.
Jesus, look at him, splayed and wanton in his chair, God he’s horny, just listen to him… Scorpius squeezed his eyes shut and tried to ward off the image of Harry, robes and trousers open for Scorpius to devour him. His cock was thrumming, the steady pulse growing ever more rapid and impatient with every ragged moan that escaped Professor Potter’s lips.
Scorpius felt his cheeks grow hot with something other than arousal as his balls drew up sharply, and he barely had time to snap his eyes open and shout in warning before he was screaming his release and spurting against the insides of his tartan pleats.
“Oh fuck!” Harry gasped vehemently as Scorpius’ grey eyes widened and fixed on him during the younger mans orgasm. How on earth could Harry have ever chastised him for staring? Scorpius hummed low in his throat as his orgasm settled, and Harry couldn’t help reaching out to pet Scorpius’ hair, earning a grateful suckle.
Pulling himself together and preparing to suck Harry to completion, Scorpius nearly sobbed in disappointment when Harry withdrew from his mouth completely. He opened his mouth to demand Harry put it back immediately, but his protest turned to a gasp as he felt Harry tugging him to his feet and struggling with the buttons of his school shirt.
“Fuck this,” Harry muttered, a bead of sweat running down his face as he gave up trying to undress Scorpius manually and instead wrenched the fabric apart, sending buttons skittering across the stone floor. Licking hungrily at the smooth expanse of skin revealed, Harry quickly hitched up Scorpius’ kilt, groaning as he pressed his mouth to the come-soaked fabric.
Harry moved down under the sticky skirt and sucked Scorpius’ half-hard cock clean of seed as he slid his hands down long, white legs that trembled in their haste to kick away their shoes. Harry tore away the last vestiges of his own clothing before leaning back, waving his rock-hard prick at Scorpius in invitation.
He must look silly, Scorpius reflected as he clambered into Harry’s lap, wearing absolutely nothing but his kilt and socks. But at the same time, it felt delightfully naughty, having an older man’s hands fondling him under his rumpled skirt. Growling appreciatively, Harry roughly shoved his fingers into Scorpius’ mouth and ordered him to coat them.
“Get them nice and wet, Scorpius. You’re going to need it.” Harry promised Scorpius, bringing those syrupy fingers to Scorpius’ opening.
Scorpius bit his lip and braced himself, begging his muscles to relax before Harry reached them and felt how tight and unready he was. Harry had only managed to wriggle in the first finger before Scorpius bleated “Go easy, okay?”
Harry paused, his finger still nestled in gloriously tight heat. “You a virgin?” Harry asked, his voice rough and gravelly with restrained arousal. Scorpius nodded, biting his lip worriedly.
“Sort of… I mean, I’ve given head loads, obviously-” Harry laughed, which Scorpius didn’t think was very appropriate, especially when Harry still had his finger in his arse “And I’ve done other stuff. With… girls.” Scorpius said the word quickly and quietly, as though the mere mention of the female species would cause Harry to instantaneously wilt and turf Scorpius off his lap in sheer disgust.
“But not with a man.” Harry confirmed, slightly disturbed with himself at the thrill that surged through him at the knowledge that he would be the first to plunder that sweet, juicy young arse.
Scorpius squirmed, biting his lip again before asking quietly “Do you have any lube?”
Harry raised an eyebrow. “Of course. I keep it here, in my desk, next to my first-years assignments.”
“Really? Excellent.”
“No, not really.” Harry sighed, withdrawing his finger. Apparently, Scorpius hadn’t inherited his father’s sardonic sense of humor.
Scorpius frowned at the removal of the warm stretch, then smiled brightly as something occurred to him. “Hang on, I think I have something.” Scorpius leaned backwards and scrabbled around on the floor for his robes, unwittingly angling his weight just so against Harry’s erection, causing him to hiss and snatch at the bunched fabric around Scorpius’ waist.
“You keep lube in your pocket?” Harry smirked as Scorpius drew up with a small white tube.
“Er… not exactly.” Scorpius blushed as he passed it to Harry, who blinked in disbelief as he read the label.
“Hair gel? You walk around all day with hair gel?” Harry shook his head in exasperation. “You really are a Malfoy, then.”
Scorpius flushed and wriggled in Harry’s lap. “I’m probably the first Malfoy to put it in my arse, though.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure. Especially seeing as your father spent so much time with his head up there.”
“Sir…” Scorpius moaned, not particularly wanting to bicker when his cock was stirring to full hardness again.
Shaking his head again, Harry squeezed a generous helping of the clear gel onto his fingers, rubbing them together and deciding that yes, this would certainly do as impromptu lube. Slowly, he bought his fingers to Scorpius’ arse, breaching it with two digits, twisting them carefully until he felt the unrelenting grip relax to his intrusion.
“Harry…” Scorpius clenched his legs a little tighter around Harry’s waist and started to rise and fall against Harry’s hand. Unable to take his eyes away from Scorpius’ face, contorted in pleasure, Harry added a third finger, cock jerking hungrily when Scorpius snapped his eyes open and gasped.
“Oh God, that’s…” Scorpius grit his teeth and shuddered as Harry brushed his prostate, his cock standing up proudly from its dusting of blonde pubic hair, trembling under the weight of his kilt.
“I think- I think I’m ready.” Scorpius insisted, twisting on Harry’s hand and groaning again as they found that magical spot inside of him.
“I don’t know…” Harry thrust his fingers experimentally a few times, “You’re quite tight...”
“Why, thank you.” Scorpius preened, and Harry snorted, conceding defeat and withdrawing his hand from Scorpius slick, loosened arse. His cock throbbing madly in encouragement, Harry lined it up with Scorpius’ hole, hissing when the head of his prick was teased by furled, puckered flesh.
“Sit on it.” Harry instructed, wanting to lift his hips and feed himself into that heated tunnel of warm, wet flesh himself, but unable to trust himself not to slam viciously upwards and bury himself to the balls.
Scorpius nodded and sank slowly down, crying out as the swollen dome of Harry’s cock breached his tender opening. Harry swore through gritted teeth, the chords of his neck straining with the effort not to thrust dementedly into the boy’s tight, virgin passage.
The stretch was almost unbearable, but Scorpius found himself unrelenting as he continued the slow downward slide, pausing for only the briefest of moments as he felt the scratchy tickle of Harry’s pubic hair that meant the older man was fully sheathed inside his body.
As Scorpius settled into place, Harry exhaled a gust of relieved air, groaning as he moved and felt his cock scrape against clamped, heated walls.
“Scorpius, I have to move,” Harry blurted, jerking his hips slightly despite his efforts to hold still.
Scorpius nodded and reached for his cock with one hand, steadying himself on his teacher’s shoulders with the other, as he began to rise and fall on Harry’s dick, stroking his own in time with his movements to distract himself from the burning stretch.
“Sir…” Scorpius breathed, chest rising and falling rapidly as the hand on his cock sped up. Harry felt amazing inside of him, warm and thick and just perfect in managing to hit Scorpius’ prostate with almost every downward propulsion.
“Fuck!” Harry shouted suddenly, making Scorpius yelp as he slammed his hips upwards and pinched Scorpius’ milky hip in a vice-grip. Scorpius keened and ground his hips desperately against Harry’s lap, trying to fill himself to the hilt with Harry’s cock. Harry growled raggedly and started to thrust, brutal, savage thrusts that sent Scorpius bouncing on his lap, his kilt flying haphazardly as he squealed and threw his arms around Harry’s neck and held on for dear life.
“You like that cock?” Harry husked roughly against Scorpius’ neck, gratified to feel Scorpius’ rhythm faltering and adapting to the one Harry was now setting. “Like the way it feels, crammed up that sweet arse of yours?” Harry felt sweat building up on the small of Scorpius’ back as he drove upwards, nailing the boy’s prostate and making him keen loudly.
“F-f-fuck, sir!” Scorpius stuttered as he lifted his feet off the floor entirely and planted his knees on either side of Harry’s body, a feat made difficult by the less-than-accommodating chair. Harry cupped the round, white arse and started pulling Scorpius down, hard, to meet every one of Harry’s upward thrusts, but he still snarled in frustration as he ploughed Scorpius’ body from below, needing faster, harder, more.
Without warning, Harry seized Scorpius around the waist and rose from his chair, Scorpius crying out in shock as he was lifted and roughly deposited over Harry’s desk. Paper crunched under Scorpius’ back, a cool, wet sensation tickling his side that Scorpius took to mean Harry had knocked over a bottle of ink in his haste. Scorpius only had a moment to contemplate this, however, before Harry had seized each of his ankles, yanked them apart, and rammed his way back inside Scorpius’ body, shouting a guttural “Gods, yes!” before slamming his hands either side of Scorpius’ head and pistoning his hips madly.
“That’s it, Scorpius, just lie there and take it, I’ll give it to you good…” Harry snarled, pounding furiously inside Scorpius’ body.
Scorpius was powerless to do anything but lie back and take it, crushed as he was between the cold weight of the desk and the hot, living weight of his professor. All he could see was Harry’s face, red and contorted in furious pleasure, but all around him Scorpius could hear the thundering of the desk as Harry repeatedly slammed his weight against it, the sexy, slick suction as Harry ravaged his passage, and the loud, keening wails that Scorpius had not until now even been aware he was making.
“Oh shit!” Scorpius yelped in alarm as his cock started pulsing in warning. “Harry, don’t stop, I’m going to come!” Scorpius screamed the last word, hot white ribbons of pleasure erupting from his flushed prick and coating Harry’s stomach as he thrashed around under Harry’s unrelenting onslaught.
“Fuck yes, you loved that, didn’t you?” Harry hooked his arms under Scorpius’ shoulders and hammered his hips frantically, spurred on by how hot and slick Scorpius’ body was beneath him, slippery as it was with sweat and his own come.
“Fuck… me… Harry…” Scorpius moaned, eyes closed in post-orgasmic bliss. Harry groaned against Scorpius’ milky neck and bucked madly as the first tingles of impending orgasm stole over his genitals.
“So hot, so beautiful beneath me…” Harry panted, sweat running down his face and dripping onto Scorpius to mingle with the beads of moisture clinging to his own flushed skin. “Fuck, Gods, Scorpius, you’re so…” Harry stiffened, then thrust one last time into Scorpius’ welcoming heat, grinding furiously as hot fluid flooded Scorpius’ no-longer-virgin channel.
“Perfect…” Harry breathed, falling forwards and inhaling the rich, intoxicating stench of sex that permeated the classroom.
Scorpius’ thighs were aching, forced apart as they were and sore from being rammed consecutively by Professor Potter’s sturdy hip bones, but he daren’t move for fear that the warm, sticky weight atop him might disappear and never return.
Harry sensed the boy’s discomfort, and he withdrew, cringing when Scorpius winced and jerked his legs together reflexively.
“Wait.” Harry muttered when Scorpius made to sit up. Scorpius obeyed, lying on his back with his feet on the edge of the desk, wondering what Harry was going to do now.
“Oh…” Scorpius groaned in appreciation as Harry’s finger traced his opening, wet and cold with something that felt wonderfully soothing against Scorpius’ red and sore flesh.
“I don’t want to use too much.” Harry said regretfully as he planted a reverent kiss on Scorpius’ pale buttock and pulled his kilt down as though protecting Scorpius’ modesty. “If you want it to get easier, your body has to get used to it the hard way.”
Scorpius’ heart skipped a beat as he sat up sharply, wincing as a stab of pain shot through his defiled passage. “Get easier? You mean, we’re going to do this again?”
Harry shrugged, leaning back in his chair and surveying Scorpius interestedly, looking regal despite his being completely naked. “Would you like to do this again, Scorpius?”
Not trusting his mouth not to shriek his assent at highest possible volume, Scorpius nodded wildly and scrambled into Harry’s lap.
“Good.” Harry chuckled, petting the flaxen head of hair absently. “Next time, maybe I can show you something I like to do with my quill.”
Author: k8matty
Pairing: Harry/Scorpius
Rating: N-17+ (aren’t they always with me?)
Summary: Scorpius eyed him seductively during class, sucking pointedly on the end of his quill.
Warnings: Coming untouched, desk!sex, blowjob, virgin!sex, mild chan (Scorpius is 16), oh and I once again borrowed fbowden's kilted!Scorp because at this stage I don't think I can write him any other way.
Authors Note: This is my first actual Harry/Scorpius. Yes, I have been completely and utterly seduced by this fagtastic pairing.
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He was staring again.
Harry coughed and stumbled over his lecture notes as his emerald eyes collided with the silver pair, raking appreciatively over the man they belonged to before Harry could help himself.
No, not a man, Harry sternly reminded himself as Scorpius eyed him seductively during class, sucking pointedly on the end of his quill. Though the round face of a boy had been replaced with sharp, prominent white cheekbones, and though the fat, full lips of a cherub were now thinner, though every bit as baby pink as they’d always been, Scorpius was still small, delicate, and surely far too young for him to be attempting such blatant provocations.
At first, Scorpius’ staring had been a mild irritation, a gleam of unrelenting grey in the corner of Harry’s peripherals. But at the time when it had all started, Harry had told himself not to react, that he had put up with years of being stared at, and there was no reason to stir the cauldron.
And then, Harry had taken to sneaking glances back, colliding into moments of heated eye contact that sent lightning bolts up Harry’s spine and through his cock. But Harry had told himself that there was no reason to panic, that it was perfectly normal for Scorpius to experiment with flirting, and it was no fault of his own if Scorpius’ Shag Me glances had a minimal physical impact on Harry’s traitorous body.
Now, Harry was hopelessly lost to Scorpius’ adolescent allure, the hot stares that Scorpius kept shooting in Harry’s direction were burning him, and Harry was seriously starting to worry. Merlin forbid the boy should misinterpret the situation and think Harry wanted to start something between them! True, he would not be wrong, but as the mature adult in this situation, Harry decided to take responsibility and put a stop to this once and for all.
And so it was with a firm hand and a hot collar that Harry bit the bullet and called Scorpius back after class, courteously putting locking and silencing charms on the classroom so that no one would overhear their private conversation.
“Have a seat, Scorpius.” Harry tried to sound gentle, paternal even. It was difficult when the infuriating boy practically performed the splits as he took his seat. Surely there was no reason for the boy to sit with his legs quite so far apart, Harry brooded, especially when he refused to partake in the Hogwarts uniform code and instead substituted a tartan kilt for school trousers. Harry struggled against the image that forced itself into the front of Harry’s mind, an image of Harry kneeling between those parted legs and sticking his head under that kilt to see for himself just how boldly young Malfoy rebelled against the uniform code…
“Professor?” Scorpius stifled a smirk as Harry’s glazed eyes fell to his groin and fluttered. Harry was so deliciously open with his expressions, something he didn’t even seem to be aware of. There was no aphrodisiac on earth that compared to Professor Potter’s face as he struggled to mask his arousal, that twitch in his jaw, the slight shake of his head like a dog ridding its ears of water… Scorpius felt a spike of arousal with the knowledge that it was him making his teacher feel this way.
Scorpius affected an air of innocence that belied his blatantly sexual posture, coyly looking up at Harry from underneath long, fine lashes.
Harry was not a fool; he scowled at the Slytherin manipulation, crossing his legs behind his desk in an effort to punish his disobedient cock.
“Scorpius, I wish to discuss a delicate matter regarding your behavior towards me.” Harry kept his tone crisp and professional, trying not to let it crack as Scorpius tilted his head in confusion, the light glancing off his porcelain cheekbone and a single strand of silken blonde hair falling into his eyes as he did so.
“My behavior, sir?” Scorpius tucked the strand behind his ear, letting his long, white fingers linger around his lobe longer than was necessary, traveling down the length of his torso before coming to rest on his kilted thigh. It didn’t escape his notice that Harry watched his fingers journey, tongue flicking out to unconsciously wet his lips.
“Yes, your behavior.” Harry ploughed on through gritted teeth, before stopping to take a sobering breath. He was just a lad with a crush, after all. No need to sound harsh. He tried again, “Scorpius, I’ve noticed some… flirting on your part.”
“Flirting, sir?” Scorpius sounded scandalized. He sucked his lower lip into his mouth and widened his soulful grey eyes, affecting an air of surprise and naivety. Harry moaned a little under his breath; Merlin, was Scorpius trying to put him in an early grave?
“Listen, Scorpius, I don’t know what you think you’re playing at, staring at me all the time and doing that… whatever you’re doing now. It’s completely inappropriate to behave like that towards your teacher, not to mention your best friends dad!” despite himself, Harry ended on a slightly accusatory tone, a tone that made Scorpius’ shy little smile fall very quickly.
“I don’t want to see or hear any more of this, Scorpius, do I make myself understood?” Without meaning too, Harry’s voice has risen in volume. He paused and held his breath, willing the teenage boy in front of him to speak.
When he finally did, Harry nearly toppled backwards in his chair as Scorpius soft, melodic voice changed to one most usually heard during exorcisms.
“Fine! Jesus Christ, I wasn’t hurting anyone, but fuck it, if the idea of a Malfoy staring at you is something just too repulsive to endure, forget it, I’ll stop. God, I should have listened to my Dad; he always said you were an arrogant twat who knocked back anyone he thought was ‘unworthy’, and you know what, he was bloody well right!”
Scorpius straightened resolutely and held Harry’s gaze; his usually pale face was hot and flushed, and despite himself, Harry tucked the image away so he could remind himself later how Scorpius might look when flushed and passionate in a variety of circumstances. Stupid, unhelpful imagination. Harry shook his head, chasing away the images that swam in his minds eye.
Harry coughed and leant forwards slowly, trying to ignore the pang that resulted when the boy blinked angrily as though holding back tears.
“Scorpius, I know what it’s like to have a crush-” on the person currently sitting opposite you “-and I know that its… difficult when you discover your inclination towards men-” particularly teenaged, flaxen-haired, pureblooded ones “-but I really think this blatant flirting needs to stop.” Before I fling that pretty skirt of yours over your head and fuck you over the nearest available flat surface.
Scorpius nodded, looking glum. “snotlyk mmdoin enthin nwine sldoes.” He muttered to his knees, looking decidedly bitter.
“Pardon?” Harry raised an eyebrow, ignoring the ache in his lap that meant his eyebrow wasn’t the only thing currently raised.
Scorpius looked up and shot Harry an accusatory glare. “I said, ‘it’s not like I’m doing anything nobody else does’. All the girls drool over you, sir, and half the boys at that. Why am I the only one getting stick for it? Alicia Keys actually flashed you yesterday, and you barely batted an eyelash!”
Harry blinked stupidly. “That was an accident.” He replied honestly; Alicia had apologized - surely it was an accident? Though, come to think of it, just how did one accidentally pop open all the buttons of their school blouse?
Scorpius snorted incredulously. “And what about Zach Wood?” he accused. “Staring at you every mealtime, sliding sausages and bananas down his throat?”
“You suck your quill…” Harry protested weakly, wondering why he hadn’t even noticed the Scottish Gryffindor performing oral sex on various phallic foods - maybe it had something to do with the fact that Harry spent mealtimes sneaking covert glances towards the Slytherin table.
“I don’t deep throat my quill.” Scorpius countered, almost laughing at Harry’s stricken expression. “Though, I could if I wanted to,” he added as an afterthought.
“Scorpius…” Harry tried to reprimand, but it came out as a low, sultry moan.
Scorpius smirked and leant in, over the mahogany desk. “Don’t tell me,” Scorpius whispered, the corners of his mouth turning up in a smile, “that you’ve spent well over a month here, blissfully unaware of the hundreds of seduction attempts firing at you from all directions? Don’t tell me that while students are flashing and fellating objects all over the place, you’re hung up on my staring.”
Harry didn’t tell him; he could scarcely believe it himself.
Scorpius’ triumphant expression was growing dark and lustful, and Harry knew he was powerless to stop his own features adapting to match. Without hesitation, Harry threw himself over his desk and onto Scorpius’ soft, waiting lips.
Unfortunately, the maneuver was every bit as precariously awkward as it sounds, and so Harry didn’t so much kiss Scorpius as painfully smash their faces together.
“Ow!” Scorpius yelped, jolting backwards indignantly and rubbing his nose. “What was that for?”
Harry faltered and sat back down behind his desk. “I’m… sorry, I just thought…” shit, he was such an arse.
Scorpius rolled his eyes and rose from his seat opposite. “I suppose I can say goodbye to those ‘suave, experienced older man’ fantasies then,” he muttered, coming around to straddle Harry’s hips, beaming his victory when he settled his weight around Harry’s prominent erection. Grinding forwards into the rock-hard warmth of Harry’s abdominal muscles, Scorpius leant forwards and pressed his sweet, soft lips against Harry’s, moaning as Harry thrust his tongue into the wicked warmth of Scorpius’ mouth.
“Fantasies? You fantasize about me?” Harry gasped as he broke away, bucking up against the sweet young arse nestled in his lap.
Scorpius rolled his eyes again; “Me and the rest of the wizarding world, no doubt. Merlin, you really are as naïve as my Dad always said.” He smirked, returning his lips to Harry’s neck, peppering it with kisses and kitten licks that made Harry squirm with need.
“And you’re every bit as smarmy as he ever was.” Harry growled, holding Scorpius in place and thrusting demandingly until his kilt was indecently ruffled around his waist. “Since you’ve decreed me an ‘inexperienced, non-suave older man’, perhaps you would care to dazzle me with your expertise? I recall you mentioning something you can do to your quill?”
Scorpius’ eyes brightened as he leaned in to steal another kiss, grinding forwards against Harry’s stomach one last time before sliding off his lap, down his legs, and onto the stone floor, grey eyes shining with promise as he hurriedly parted Harry’s robes.
“Sure you wouldn’t rather Wood for this?” Scorpius husked against the warm bulge in Harry’s pants.
“I have wood!” Harry proclaimed indignantly, jabbing his hips to indicate the blinding truth of it.
“I meant… oh never mind.” Scorpius rolled his eyes exasperatedly, scrabbling at Harry’s zip, blushing with excitement as he felt the heat radiating from the taught fabric.
Harry threw his head back, swearing loudly as his cock throbbed with arousal. He grappled for the infuriating zip himself, tangling his fingers with Scorpius’ as they frenziedly tore apart the cruel metal teeth that held back Harry’s straining cock. Once free, it twitched happily inside Harry’s underwear as though it knew what treatment it was about to receive.
Scorpius’ mouth instantly watered as a dark patch formed at the head of Harry’s leaking cock, each bump and ridge pronounced against the tight red material. He could smell Harry’s arousal from here, and Scorpius found himself wanting, no needing, the smell of Harry’s lust in his mouth, on his face, all over him.
“Scorpius, please…” Harry shuddered as a spike of arousal made his cock jump excitedly, and Scorpius moaned, gripping Harry’s calf with one hand and sticking the other up his kilt to press firmly against his crotch, shaking as his own cock trembled violently in warning. Fuck, that had been close; Scorpius wondered how long he would last before the sensory stimulation undid him completely.
Peeling away Harry’s underwear, Scorpius moaned low in his throat as the huge, reddened prick underneath was slowly revealed to his gaze, hot and damp and reeking of arousal.
Scorpius pressed his cheek to the sticky head and inhaled the spicy musk until he felt dizzy. He poked his tongue out and tangled it in the thick thatch of Harry’s pubic hair, savoring the wicked, spicy flavors that assailed his taste buds as he roamed it around Harry’s genitals, nuzzling Harry’s sac and inhaling the strong, musky scent.
“Use your mouth on me.” Harry grunted, jabbing his hips and managing to leave a sticky smear across Scorpius’ alabaster cheekbone.
Lips parted in a moan, Scorpius guided Harry’s cock to his lips, reflexively flicking out his tongue to capture the bittersweet drops that spilled forth from the swollen slit. Scorpius ran the flat of his tongue across the crimson dome, before sucking it down and taking Harry inside his warm, wet heat.
Scorpius hadn’t been lying when he’d boasted about being able to deep throat, although he had admittedly had a moments doubt when he first saw how big Harry was; there was a slight HUGE difference between the adolescent boys that Scorpius usually associated with, and the pulsing member that now assailed Scorpius’ tonsils with frantic demand. But despite his hesitance, Scorpius was never one to disappoint, and so with great effort, he coaxed his gag reflex to relax, allowing a grateful Harry to slide forwards into the tight heat of Scorpius’ throat.
“God, Scorpius, you don’t know how good this feels,” Harry panted, staring down at the pink, swollen lips stretched prettily around his cock.
As if in response, Scorpius gave a tentative swallow, inordinately pleased when Harry swore loudly and squirmed against his face as Scorpius’ throat played all sorts of incredible tricks against the sensitive head of Harry’s cock. Making sure his teeth were covered, Scorpius set up a rhythm, rising and falling against Harry’s lap, never rising too far, should he irritate his gag reflex again.
“Oh Jesus, Scorpius, I shouldn’t be doing this…” Harry whined, jolting suddenly when Scorpius made an indignant noise of protest around his cock, the vibrations of which had Harry’s eyes rolling in his skull. As though deliberately trying to prove him wrong, Scorpius redoubled his efforts, sucking and moving determinedly, bringing up a hand to fondle Harry’s balls and sucking like his life depended on it.
Fuck he tastes good, hot and heavy in my mouth, leaking down my throat… Scorpius groaned, his prick throbbing heavily as it scratched tantalizingly against the rough fabric of his kilt.
Jesus, look at him, splayed and wanton in his chair, God he’s horny, just listen to him… Scorpius squeezed his eyes shut and tried to ward off the image of Harry, robes and trousers open for Scorpius to devour him. His cock was thrumming, the steady pulse growing ever more rapid and impatient with every ragged moan that escaped Professor Potter’s lips.
Scorpius felt his cheeks grow hot with something other than arousal as his balls drew up sharply, and he barely had time to snap his eyes open and shout in warning before he was screaming his release and spurting against the insides of his tartan pleats.
“Oh fuck!” Harry gasped vehemently as Scorpius’ grey eyes widened and fixed on him during the younger mans orgasm. How on earth could Harry have ever chastised him for staring? Scorpius hummed low in his throat as his orgasm settled, and Harry couldn’t help reaching out to pet Scorpius’ hair, earning a grateful suckle.
Pulling himself together and preparing to suck Harry to completion, Scorpius nearly sobbed in disappointment when Harry withdrew from his mouth completely. He opened his mouth to demand Harry put it back immediately, but his protest turned to a gasp as he felt Harry tugging him to his feet and struggling with the buttons of his school shirt.
“Fuck this,” Harry muttered, a bead of sweat running down his face as he gave up trying to undress Scorpius manually and instead wrenched the fabric apart, sending buttons skittering across the stone floor. Licking hungrily at the smooth expanse of skin revealed, Harry quickly hitched up Scorpius’ kilt, groaning as he pressed his mouth to the come-soaked fabric.
Harry moved down under the sticky skirt and sucked Scorpius’ half-hard cock clean of seed as he slid his hands down long, white legs that trembled in their haste to kick away their shoes. Harry tore away the last vestiges of his own clothing before leaning back, waving his rock-hard prick at Scorpius in invitation.
He must look silly, Scorpius reflected as he clambered into Harry’s lap, wearing absolutely nothing but his kilt and socks. But at the same time, it felt delightfully naughty, having an older man’s hands fondling him under his rumpled skirt. Growling appreciatively, Harry roughly shoved his fingers into Scorpius’ mouth and ordered him to coat them.
“Get them nice and wet, Scorpius. You’re going to need it.” Harry promised Scorpius, bringing those syrupy fingers to Scorpius’ opening.
Scorpius bit his lip and braced himself, begging his muscles to relax before Harry reached them and felt how tight and unready he was. Harry had only managed to wriggle in the first finger before Scorpius bleated “Go easy, okay?”
Harry paused, his finger still nestled in gloriously tight heat. “You a virgin?” Harry asked, his voice rough and gravelly with restrained arousal. Scorpius nodded, biting his lip worriedly.
“Sort of… I mean, I’ve given head loads, obviously-” Harry laughed, which Scorpius didn’t think was very appropriate, especially when Harry still had his finger in his arse “And I’ve done other stuff. With… girls.” Scorpius said the word quickly and quietly, as though the mere mention of the female species would cause Harry to instantaneously wilt and turf Scorpius off his lap in sheer disgust.
“But not with a man.” Harry confirmed, slightly disturbed with himself at the thrill that surged through him at the knowledge that he would be the first to plunder that sweet, juicy young arse.
Scorpius squirmed, biting his lip again before asking quietly “Do you have any lube?”
Harry raised an eyebrow. “Of course. I keep it here, in my desk, next to my first-years assignments.”
“Really? Excellent.”
“No, not really.” Harry sighed, withdrawing his finger. Apparently, Scorpius hadn’t inherited his father’s sardonic sense of humor.
Scorpius frowned at the removal of the warm stretch, then smiled brightly as something occurred to him. “Hang on, I think I have something.” Scorpius leaned backwards and scrabbled around on the floor for his robes, unwittingly angling his weight just so against Harry’s erection, causing him to hiss and snatch at the bunched fabric around Scorpius’ waist.
“You keep lube in your pocket?” Harry smirked as Scorpius drew up with a small white tube.
“Er… not exactly.” Scorpius blushed as he passed it to Harry, who blinked in disbelief as he read the label.
“Hair gel? You walk around all day with hair gel?” Harry shook his head in exasperation. “You really are a Malfoy, then.”
Scorpius flushed and wriggled in Harry’s lap. “I’m probably the first Malfoy to put it in my arse, though.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure. Especially seeing as your father spent so much time with his head up there.”
“Sir…” Scorpius moaned, not particularly wanting to bicker when his cock was stirring to full hardness again.
Shaking his head again, Harry squeezed a generous helping of the clear gel onto his fingers, rubbing them together and deciding that yes, this would certainly do as impromptu lube. Slowly, he bought his fingers to Scorpius’ arse, breaching it with two digits, twisting them carefully until he felt the unrelenting grip relax to his intrusion.
“Harry…” Scorpius clenched his legs a little tighter around Harry’s waist and started to rise and fall against Harry’s hand. Unable to take his eyes away from Scorpius’ face, contorted in pleasure, Harry added a third finger, cock jerking hungrily when Scorpius snapped his eyes open and gasped.
“Oh God, that’s…” Scorpius grit his teeth and shuddered as Harry brushed his prostate, his cock standing up proudly from its dusting of blonde pubic hair, trembling under the weight of his kilt.
“I think- I think I’m ready.” Scorpius insisted, twisting on Harry’s hand and groaning again as they found that magical spot inside of him.
“I don’t know…” Harry thrust his fingers experimentally a few times, “You’re quite tight...”
“Why, thank you.” Scorpius preened, and Harry snorted, conceding defeat and withdrawing his hand from Scorpius slick, loosened arse. His cock throbbing madly in encouragement, Harry lined it up with Scorpius’ hole, hissing when the head of his prick was teased by furled, puckered flesh.
“Sit on it.” Harry instructed, wanting to lift his hips and feed himself into that heated tunnel of warm, wet flesh himself, but unable to trust himself not to slam viciously upwards and bury himself to the balls.
Scorpius nodded and sank slowly down, crying out as the swollen dome of Harry’s cock breached his tender opening. Harry swore through gritted teeth, the chords of his neck straining with the effort not to thrust dementedly into the boy’s tight, virgin passage.
The stretch was almost unbearable, but Scorpius found himself unrelenting as he continued the slow downward slide, pausing for only the briefest of moments as he felt the scratchy tickle of Harry’s pubic hair that meant the older man was fully sheathed inside his body.
As Scorpius settled into place, Harry exhaled a gust of relieved air, groaning as he moved and felt his cock scrape against clamped, heated walls.
“Scorpius, I have to move,” Harry blurted, jerking his hips slightly despite his efforts to hold still.
Scorpius nodded and reached for his cock with one hand, steadying himself on his teacher’s shoulders with the other, as he began to rise and fall on Harry’s dick, stroking his own in time with his movements to distract himself from the burning stretch.
“Sir…” Scorpius breathed, chest rising and falling rapidly as the hand on his cock sped up. Harry felt amazing inside of him, warm and thick and just perfect in managing to hit Scorpius’ prostate with almost every downward propulsion.
“Fuck!” Harry shouted suddenly, making Scorpius yelp as he slammed his hips upwards and pinched Scorpius’ milky hip in a vice-grip. Scorpius keened and ground his hips desperately against Harry’s lap, trying to fill himself to the hilt with Harry’s cock. Harry growled raggedly and started to thrust, brutal, savage thrusts that sent Scorpius bouncing on his lap, his kilt flying haphazardly as he squealed and threw his arms around Harry’s neck and held on for dear life.
“You like that cock?” Harry husked roughly against Scorpius’ neck, gratified to feel Scorpius’ rhythm faltering and adapting to the one Harry was now setting. “Like the way it feels, crammed up that sweet arse of yours?” Harry felt sweat building up on the small of Scorpius’ back as he drove upwards, nailing the boy’s prostate and making him keen loudly.
“F-f-fuck, sir!” Scorpius stuttered as he lifted his feet off the floor entirely and planted his knees on either side of Harry’s body, a feat made difficult by the less-than-accommodating chair. Harry cupped the round, white arse and started pulling Scorpius down, hard, to meet every one of Harry’s upward thrusts, but he still snarled in frustration as he ploughed Scorpius’ body from below, needing faster, harder, more.
Without warning, Harry seized Scorpius around the waist and rose from his chair, Scorpius crying out in shock as he was lifted and roughly deposited over Harry’s desk. Paper crunched under Scorpius’ back, a cool, wet sensation tickling his side that Scorpius took to mean Harry had knocked over a bottle of ink in his haste. Scorpius only had a moment to contemplate this, however, before Harry had seized each of his ankles, yanked them apart, and rammed his way back inside Scorpius’ body, shouting a guttural “Gods, yes!” before slamming his hands either side of Scorpius’ head and pistoning his hips madly.
“That’s it, Scorpius, just lie there and take it, I’ll give it to you good…” Harry snarled, pounding furiously inside Scorpius’ body.
Scorpius was powerless to do anything but lie back and take it, crushed as he was between the cold weight of the desk and the hot, living weight of his professor. All he could see was Harry’s face, red and contorted in furious pleasure, but all around him Scorpius could hear the thundering of the desk as Harry repeatedly slammed his weight against it, the sexy, slick suction as Harry ravaged his passage, and the loud, keening wails that Scorpius had not until now even been aware he was making.
“Oh shit!” Scorpius yelped in alarm as his cock started pulsing in warning. “Harry, don’t stop, I’m going to come!” Scorpius screamed the last word, hot white ribbons of pleasure erupting from his flushed prick and coating Harry’s stomach as he thrashed around under Harry’s unrelenting onslaught.
“Fuck yes, you loved that, didn’t you?” Harry hooked his arms under Scorpius’ shoulders and hammered his hips frantically, spurred on by how hot and slick Scorpius’ body was beneath him, slippery as it was with sweat and his own come.
“Fuck… me… Harry…” Scorpius moaned, eyes closed in post-orgasmic bliss. Harry groaned against Scorpius’ milky neck and bucked madly as the first tingles of impending orgasm stole over his genitals.
“So hot, so beautiful beneath me…” Harry panted, sweat running down his face and dripping onto Scorpius to mingle with the beads of moisture clinging to his own flushed skin. “Fuck, Gods, Scorpius, you’re so…” Harry stiffened, then thrust one last time into Scorpius’ welcoming heat, grinding furiously as hot fluid flooded Scorpius’ no-longer-virgin channel.
“Perfect…” Harry breathed, falling forwards and inhaling the rich, intoxicating stench of sex that permeated the classroom.
Scorpius’ thighs were aching, forced apart as they were and sore from being rammed consecutively by Professor Potter’s sturdy hip bones, but he daren’t move for fear that the warm, sticky weight atop him might disappear and never return.
Harry sensed the boy’s discomfort, and he withdrew, cringing when Scorpius winced and jerked his legs together reflexively.
“Wait.” Harry muttered when Scorpius made to sit up. Scorpius obeyed, lying on his back with his feet on the edge of the desk, wondering what Harry was going to do now.
“Oh…” Scorpius groaned in appreciation as Harry’s finger traced his opening, wet and cold with something that felt wonderfully soothing against Scorpius’ red and sore flesh.
“I don’t want to use too much.” Harry said regretfully as he planted a reverent kiss on Scorpius’ pale buttock and pulled his kilt down as though protecting Scorpius’ modesty. “If you want it to get easier, your body has to get used to it the hard way.”
Scorpius’ heart skipped a beat as he sat up sharply, wincing as a stab of pain shot through his defiled passage. “Get easier? You mean, we’re going to do this again?”
Harry shrugged, leaning back in his chair and surveying Scorpius interestedly, looking regal despite his being completely naked. “Would you like to do this again, Scorpius?”
Not trusting his mouth not to shriek his assent at highest possible volume, Scorpius nodded wildly and scrambled into Harry’s lap.
“Good.” Harry chuckled, petting the flaxen head of hair absently. “Next time, maybe I can show you something I like to do with my quill.”