When Morning Comes (Hugo/Scorpius; R)
Title: When Morning Comes
Author: _melodic_
Pairing: Hugo/Scorpius
Word Count: 100 x 4
Rating: R
Warnings: Pining. Fantasies. Wanking.
Challenge: Written for hp_nextgen100’s 105 Prompt: The Morning After
A/N: Unbeta’d. This is a continuation of the previous drabbles, Crush and Beauty in the Evening. You already know who this is for. ( hint: our favourite Hugo lover <3 )
Sunlight filters through the window, the room slowly filling with hues of gold and pink as early morning announces itself. Hugo rolls over, turning his back on the rays of light and burrows his face into his pillow. He inhales deeply and is bombarded with the smoky scent of campfire and pine needles.
Memories of last night flood in and Hugo smiles softly against the cool sheets. He can still feel the steady warmth of Scorpius’s arm against his shoulder.
They sat out for hours, until the roaring bonfire reduced to sparking embers. Scorpius drifted off, his head heavy as it fell onto Hugo’s shoulder. Hugo can still feel the strands of hair against his cheek, feather soft and smelling of fresh rain.
Heat pools in Hugo’s stomach at the memory, his cock stirring beneath the covers. He slips his hand into his pants and curls his fingers around his growing erection. How nice it would’ve been to stay out there all night, laying on the soft grass and staring at the stars. How sweet it would have been to lean over, cup Scorpius’s cheek with his hand and capture his lips in a kiss. Hugo slowly pumps his cock as his imagination runs wild. Scorpius’s mouth would have been warm and welcome, his tongue wet and slippery against Hugo’s.
Hugo increases the speed of his strokes, a steady stream of pre-come sliding down his shaft. In his fantasy, Hugo would be brave and forward. He would press Scorpius onto the ground, straddle his hips and devour his mouth. He would wrap his hands around Scorpius’s wrists, pin him down and grind their hard pricks together.
Oh, Merlin.
Hugo can see it now: Scorpius writhing beneath him, his plush lips parting as moans escape his pretty mouth. Hugo’s thighs tighten, his hand a blur over his dripping cock. Hugo can even hear Scorpius’s seductive voice, deep and trembling as he calls out his name.
Hugo. Yes, Hugo!
“Hugo?”
Hugo’s cock pulses in his hand, his release spilling over his fingers.
“Hey, Hugo! You awake yet? Let’s grab some breakfast.”
Fuck.
“Yeah, I’m up,” Hugo replies, his voice rough. “Go ahead, I’ll meet you there.”
Hugo listens to the sound of Scorpius’s retreating footsteps from behind the curtains. He casts a cleaning spell and shuts his eyes on a heavy sigh.
Merlin, he’s in deep.
Author: _melodic_
Pairing: Hugo/Scorpius
Word Count: 100 x 4
Rating: R
Warnings: Pining. Fantasies. Wanking.
Challenge: Written for hp_nextgen100’s 105 Prompt: The Morning After
A/N: Unbeta’d. This is a continuation of the previous drabbles, Crush and Beauty in the Evening. You already know who this is for. ( hint: our favourite Hugo lover <3 )
Sunlight filters through the window, the room slowly filling with hues of gold and pink as early morning announces itself. Hugo rolls over, turning his back on the rays of light and burrows his face into his pillow. He inhales deeply and is bombarded with the smoky scent of campfire and pine needles.
Memories of last night flood in and Hugo smiles softly against the cool sheets. He can still feel the steady warmth of Scorpius’s arm against his shoulder.
They sat out for hours, until the roaring bonfire reduced to sparking embers. Scorpius drifted off, his head heavy as it fell onto Hugo’s shoulder. Hugo can still feel the strands of hair against his cheek, feather soft and smelling of fresh rain.
Heat pools in Hugo’s stomach at the memory, his cock stirring beneath the covers. He slips his hand into his pants and curls his fingers around his growing erection. How nice it would’ve been to stay out there all night, laying on the soft grass and staring at the stars. How sweet it would have been to lean over, cup Scorpius’s cheek with his hand and capture his lips in a kiss. Hugo slowly pumps his cock as his imagination runs wild. Scorpius’s mouth would have been warm and welcome, his tongue wet and slippery against Hugo’s.
Hugo increases the speed of his strokes, a steady stream of pre-come sliding down his shaft. In his fantasy, Hugo would be brave and forward. He would press Scorpius onto the ground, straddle his hips and devour his mouth. He would wrap his hands around Scorpius’s wrists, pin him down and grind their hard pricks together.
Oh, Merlin.
Hugo can see it now: Scorpius writhing beneath him, his plush lips parting as moans escape his pretty mouth. Hugo’s thighs tighten, his hand a blur over his dripping cock. Hugo can even hear Scorpius’s seductive voice, deep and trembling as he calls out his name.
Hugo. Yes, Hugo!
“Hugo?”
Hugo’s cock pulses in his hand, his release spilling over his fingers.
“Hey, Hugo! You awake yet? Let’s grab some breakfast.”
Fuck.
“Yeah, I’m up,” Hugo replies, his voice rough. “Go ahead, I’ll meet you there.”
Hugo listens to the sound of Scorpius’s retreating footsteps from behind the curtains. He casts a cleaning spell and shuts his eyes on a heavy sigh.
Merlin, he’s in deep.