How to Start the New Year (Hugo/Scorpius; R)
Title: How to Start the New Year
Author: _melodic_
Pairing: Hugo/Scorpius
Word Count: 100 x 7
Rating: R
Warnings: Kissing. Frottage.
Challenge: Written for hp_nextgen100’s 108 Prompt: New Years Eve
A/N: Unbeta’d. Finally some smut! This is a continuation of the previous drabbles, Crush, Beauty in the Evening, When Morning Comes, Rumours, and Melt Away.
It’s just a kiss, Hugo repeats over and over again in his head. It’s not as if he hasn’t had his share of kisses with Scorpius over the last few days. In fact, Hugo’s heart swells as the memories come rushing in; sneaking chaste kisses between classes, mouths meeting in unspoken promises.
Somehow, however, tonight feels different. Scorpius slipped Hugo a note earlier, asking to meet him at the Astronomy Tower. It’s now only five minutes until midnight and Hugo’s heart feels like it might burst from his chest. The glittering stars in the night sky do little to distract Hugo from the nerves dancing across his skin.
“Hugo.” Scorpius appears, looking like an angel as the moon reflects off his pale hair. Hugo’s knees nearly buckle at the sight. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting.”
“No, I’m-it’s fine.” Hugo swallows roughly, cheeks flaming red as Scorpius steps closer. Even after so many stolen kisses he still gets terribly flustered having Scorpius so near.
“I thought this would be the perfect place to ring in the New Year together.” Scorpius smirks. “You did promise to be my New Year’s kiss.”
Hugo nods in response, his heart thudding as Scorpius steps even closer. Scorpius casts a modified Tempus with his wand, the seconds winding down with a gentle clicking sound. Scorpius cups Hugo’s cheeks, leaning forward and Hugo closes his eyes at the first press of those soft lips against his.
It’s like heaven every single time. Hugo is instantly transported to some other universe where nothing else exists but the firm pressure against his mouth and the taste of mint and sunshine on his tongue. Hugo’s fingers tangle in Scorpius’s hair, delighting in the feathery soft feel as the strands brush against his skin.
Scorpius deepens the kiss and Hugo is certain he sees stars, bright and vivid against the darkness of his closed eyes. Already this kiss feels different, just as Hugo suspected, and the intensity only increases as Hugo finds himself pressed against the stone wall.
Arousal stirs in his stomach, spreading through his body, and his cock swells inside his trousers. Scorpius’s hands cling to Hugo’s arms, firm and steady as he keeps him pinned to the wall. Hugo has a brief flash of embarrassment, fearful of Scorpius’s reaction when he realizes just how affected Hugo is. The anxiety is swept away and replaced with a thrill of anticipation when he feel the hard length of Scorpius’s erection brush against his thigh.
“Hugo,” Scorpius gasps against his mouth, rocking gently against him. “Hugo…”
Hugo starts as he realises Scorpius is asking, wants to know if this is okay.
It’s more than okay.
“Yes,” Hugo hisses in return, losing the will to care about how he sounds. “Please.”
Scorpius responds by capturing his mouth into a searing kiss again, adjusting their bodies until their trouser-covered cocks line up. Hugo’s prick throbs at the touch, straining against the fabric for more of that delicious friction.
It’s soon all a blur of messy kisses, wet mouths, and delightful pressure that builds and builds. The hard press of Scorpius’s cock against his is too much and yet not enough. He wants more, needs more, but can’t find the words to ask. Scorpius, mind reader that he is, releases Hugo’s arms and grabs Hugo’s arse. He squeezes and kneads, pulling Hugo tighter against his body.
“Scorpius, I-”
“Yes,” Scorpius groans, his hips stuttering and his face twisting into an expression of pure pleasure.
Hugo tips over the edge, cock throbbing as it spurts its release in his pants. His head swims in the aftermath, floating pleasantly somewhere distant. He hardly notices the cleaning spell Scorpius casts on them both, or the way he slides slowly to the floor with Scorpius’s arms wrapped around him.
“You know,” Scorpius finally says after a few minutes of silent, soft kisses. “They say whatever you do at midnight is what you’ll likely be doing for the entire next year.”
“Do they?” Hugo asks, still hazy in the aftermath of his orgasm.
“I think it’s going to be a great year,” Scorpius murmurs, his breath tickling against Hugo’s ear.
Hugo wholeheartedly agrees.
Author: _melodic_
Pairing: Hugo/Scorpius
Word Count: 100 x 7
Rating: R
Warnings: Kissing. Frottage.
Challenge: Written for hp_nextgen100’s 108 Prompt: New Years Eve
A/N: Unbeta’d. Finally some smut! This is a continuation of the previous drabbles, Crush, Beauty in the Evening, When Morning Comes, Rumours, and Melt Away.
It’s just a kiss, Hugo repeats over and over again in his head. It’s not as if he hasn’t had his share of kisses with Scorpius over the last few days. In fact, Hugo’s heart swells as the memories come rushing in; sneaking chaste kisses between classes, mouths meeting in unspoken promises.
Somehow, however, tonight feels different. Scorpius slipped Hugo a note earlier, asking to meet him at the Astronomy Tower. It’s now only five minutes until midnight and Hugo’s heart feels like it might burst from his chest. The glittering stars in the night sky do little to distract Hugo from the nerves dancing across his skin.
“Hugo.” Scorpius appears, looking like an angel as the moon reflects off his pale hair. Hugo’s knees nearly buckle at the sight. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting.”
“No, I’m-it’s fine.” Hugo swallows roughly, cheeks flaming red as Scorpius steps closer. Even after so many stolen kisses he still gets terribly flustered having Scorpius so near.
“I thought this would be the perfect place to ring in the New Year together.” Scorpius smirks. “You did promise to be my New Year’s kiss.”
Hugo nods in response, his heart thudding as Scorpius steps even closer. Scorpius casts a modified Tempus with his wand, the seconds winding down with a gentle clicking sound. Scorpius cups Hugo’s cheeks, leaning forward and Hugo closes his eyes at the first press of those soft lips against his.
It’s like heaven every single time. Hugo is instantly transported to some other universe where nothing else exists but the firm pressure against his mouth and the taste of mint and sunshine on his tongue. Hugo’s fingers tangle in Scorpius’s hair, delighting in the feathery soft feel as the strands brush against his skin.
Scorpius deepens the kiss and Hugo is certain he sees stars, bright and vivid against the darkness of his closed eyes. Already this kiss feels different, just as Hugo suspected, and the intensity only increases as Hugo finds himself pressed against the stone wall.
Arousal stirs in his stomach, spreading through his body, and his cock swells inside his trousers. Scorpius’s hands cling to Hugo’s arms, firm and steady as he keeps him pinned to the wall. Hugo has a brief flash of embarrassment, fearful of Scorpius’s reaction when he realizes just how affected Hugo is. The anxiety is swept away and replaced with a thrill of anticipation when he feel the hard length of Scorpius’s erection brush against his thigh.
“Hugo,” Scorpius gasps against his mouth, rocking gently against him. “Hugo…”
Hugo starts as he realises Scorpius is asking, wants to know if this is okay.
It’s more than okay.
“Yes,” Hugo hisses in return, losing the will to care about how he sounds. “Please.”
Scorpius responds by capturing his mouth into a searing kiss again, adjusting their bodies until their trouser-covered cocks line up. Hugo’s prick throbs at the touch, straining against the fabric for more of that delicious friction.
It’s soon all a blur of messy kisses, wet mouths, and delightful pressure that builds and builds. The hard press of Scorpius’s cock against his is too much and yet not enough. He wants more, needs more, but can’t find the words to ask. Scorpius, mind reader that he is, releases Hugo’s arms and grabs Hugo’s arse. He squeezes and kneads, pulling Hugo tighter against his body.
“Scorpius, I-”
“Yes,” Scorpius groans, his hips stuttering and his face twisting into an expression of pure pleasure.
Hugo tips over the edge, cock throbbing as it spurts its release in his pants. His head swims in the aftermath, floating pleasantly somewhere distant. He hardly notices the cleaning spell Scorpius casts on them both, or the way he slides slowly to the floor with Scorpius’s arms wrapped around him.
“You know,” Scorpius finally says after a few minutes of silent, soft kisses. “They say whatever you do at midnight is what you’ll likely be doing for the entire next year.”
“Do they?” Hugo asks, still hazy in the aftermath of his orgasm.
“I think it’s going to be a great year,” Scorpius murmurs, his breath tickling against Hugo’s ear.
Hugo wholeheartedly agrees.