Advent Drabble for k8matty!
Title - Christmas Dinner
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - None, mistakes are mine alone
Rating - NC17
Word Count - ~620
Characters/Pairings - Harry/Scorpius
Warnings - Slash, Cross!gen, Rimming
Disclaimer - I own nothing but the plot lines. I make no money from this, and mean no offence by any scene depicted within this story. All characters depicted in sexual situations herein are above the age of consent.
Summary - Time for a different Christmas feast
Author's Notes - Counts to prompt #44 Window from my 100quills Harry/Scorpius Table
Advent Drabble for k8matty!
Harry left it a respectable amount of time before he set down his cutlery and cleared his throat. "I'll go and see what's keeping Scorpius, please excuse me."
Christmas dinner at the Malfoys' hadn't been as painful as Harry had imagined, and he'd even managed to have a conversation with Draco that didn't require Astoria and Scorpius to keep them in line. But he'd been placed next to Scorpius, and knew how tense Scorpius was about the day going well. Harry hadn't been able to resist slipping his hand under the table every so often, keeping the top half of his body perfectly calm and respectable even as his hand did wicked things in Scorpius' lap. He'd taken more enjoyment that was probably healthy about driving Scorpius wild in an environment where they couldn't act on it, and had felt a flush of satisfaction when Scorpius had excused himself and walked awkwardly from the room, his cheeks stained red.
Walking down the hall, Harry opened the first door he came to, and was unsurprised to find Scorpius slumped against the study wall, breathing hard. "Everything all right, Scorpius?"
"You fucker," Scorpius muttered under his breath, his face screwed up. Harry figured Scorpius was thinking of unattractive things to try and calm down.
Harry wasn't having that.
Reaching out for Scorpius, he turned him around and pressed Scorpius against the window. He knew no one would be leaving the dining room any time soon, but he also knew the thrill of being on display would bring Scorpius off quicker. Pressing himself against Scorpius' back, Harry reached around and undid Scorpius' trousers, bringing them down with him as he sunk onto his knees. Pushing Scorpius' robes out of the way, Harry reached out and flattened his hands over Scorpius' buttocks, pulling the firm flesh slightly. Leaning forward and dragging his tongue along Scorpius' cleft, Harry listened to Scorpius whimper and smirked. "Time for a different Christmas feast."
Scorpius groaned, and Harry got comfortable, tracing his tongue around and around Scorpius' entrance, randomly dipping into the tight muscle. He could feel Scorpius' muscles tensing under his hands, and Harry groaned. He wanted to bend Scorpius over the desk and give him the most thorough Christmas present of his life. But too much longer, and they'd be missed. Pulling back for a moment, Harry growled, "Touch yourself."
He didn't need to look to know Scorpius would do as told; he could hear the slap of skin on skin almost as soon as he'd said the words. Harry knocked his glasses up onto the top of his head - they'd made little dents in Scorpius' flesh - and dipped his head back down, working Scorpius with his tongue in all the right ways. Sliding one hand across Scorpius' arse, Harry tipped his head to the side and slipped his index finger into Scorpius, curling it at just the right moment to find his target.
"Fuck!"
Scorpius collapsed onto Harry with a shout, sending both of them into a messy pile on the floor. Harry held onto him for a moment, before he nudged Scorpius into action. If Scorpius' yell hadn't sent the entire house looking for them, the length of time they'd been gone would be doing that soon.
"Don't you...?"
"Later." Standing up, Harry helped Scorpius up and stared out of the window while he waited for Scorpius to straighten his clothes and his hair. Noticing the stain on the window, Harry grinned. "Is that snow, or is the window happy to see me?"
"Prat," Scorpius muttered, drawing his wand and cleaning the glass with a wave. "Now, can you behave through dessert, please? I'd quite like to be invited back to my parents' sometime this century!"
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - None, mistakes are mine alone
Rating - NC17
Word Count - ~620
Characters/Pairings - Harry/Scorpius
Warnings - Slash, Cross!gen, Rimming
Disclaimer - I own nothing but the plot lines. I make no money from this, and mean no offence by any scene depicted within this story. All characters depicted in sexual situations herein are above the age of consent.
Summary - Time for a different Christmas feast
Author's Notes - Counts to prompt #44 Window from my 100quills Harry/Scorpius Table
Advent Drabble for k8matty!
Harry left it a respectable amount of time before he set down his cutlery and cleared his throat. "I'll go and see what's keeping Scorpius, please excuse me."
Christmas dinner at the Malfoys' hadn't been as painful as Harry had imagined, and he'd even managed to have a conversation with Draco that didn't require Astoria and Scorpius to keep them in line. But he'd been placed next to Scorpius, and knew how tense Scorpius was about the day going well. Harry hadn't been able to resist slipping his hand under the table every so often, keeping the top half of his body perfectly calm and respectable even as his hand did wicked things in Scorpius' lap. He'd taken more enjoyment that was probably healthy about driving Scorpius wild in an environment where they couldn't act on it, and had felt a flush of satisfaction when Scorpius had excused himself and walked awkwardly from the room, his cheeks stained red.
Walking down the hall, Harry opened the first door he came to, and was unsurprised to find Scorpius slumped against the study wall, breathing hard. "Everything all right, Scorpius?"
"You fucker," Scorpius muttered under his breath, his face screwed up. Harry figured Scorpius was thinking of unattractive things to try and calm down.
Harry wasn't having that.
Reaching out for Scorpius, he turned him around and pressed Scorpius against the window. He knew no one would be leaving the dining room any time soon, but he also knew the thrill of being on display would bring Scorpius off quicker. Pressing himself against Scorpius' back, Harry reached around and undid Scorpius' trousers, bringing them down with him as he sunk onto his knees. Pushing Scorpius' robes out of the way, Harry reached out and flattened his hands over Scorpius' buttocks, pulling the firm flesh slightly. Leaning forward and dragging his tongue along Scorpius' cleft, Harry listened to Scorpius whimper and smirked. "Time for a different Christmas feast."
Scorpius groaned, and Harry got comfortable, tracing his tongue around and around Scorpius' entrance, randomly dipping into the tight muscle. He could feel Scorpius' muscles tensing under his hands, and Harry groaned. He wanted to bend Scorpius over the desk and give him the most thorough Christmas present of his life. But too much longer, and they'd be missed. Pulling back for a moment, Harry growled, "Touch yourself."
He didn't need to look to know Scorpius would do as told; he could hear the slap of skin on skin almost as soon as he'd said the words. Harry knocked his glasses up onto the top of his head - they'd made little dents in Scorpius' flesh - and dipped his head back down, working Scorpius with his tongue in all the right ways. Sliding one hand across Scorpius' arse, Harry tipped his head to the side and slipped his index finger into Scorpius, curling it at just the right moment to find his target.
"Fuck!"
Scorpius collapsed onto Harry with a shout, sending both of them into a messy pile on the floor. Harry held onto him for a moment, before he nudged Scorpius into action. If Scorpius' yell hadn't sent the entire house looking for them, the length of time they'd been gone would be doing that soon.
"Don't you...?"
"Later." Standing up, Harry helped Scorpius up and stared out of the window while he waited for Scorpius to straighten his clothes and his hair. Noticing the stain on the window, Harry grinned. "Is that snow, or is the window happy to see me?"
"Prat," Scorpius muttered, drawing his wand and cleaning the glass with a wave. "Now, can you behave through dessert, please? I'd quite like to be invited back to my parents' sometime this century!"