Wait, I wrote what?
A little while ago, kitty_fic launched her quest to get me into shipping HP cross-gen. Surprisingly, she did no recoil in horror when I told her how I thought that would go. Then she gave me my delightful new userhead and inspired my campaign to GET SCORPIUS LAID ALREADY and in return, I offer porn. Here, bb, with my thanks. <3
title: of lesson plans and lizard brains
pairing: Harry/Scorpius (i know :/)
rating: shameless porn.
w/c: 2,606
warning/note: Everyone in this fic is over the age of consent. How old, you ask? As old as you need them to be legally in your area.
summary: Scorpius has to learn sometime.
a/n: cheerleading beta by brinimc .
Scorpius slinks down on him like Charmed robes, slithers bonelessly to kneel between Harry's legs, his delicate hands on Harry's thighs. Scorpius looks up at him, all big, bright eyes and that sucked-shiny pout, better than any dirty picture Harry's ever found. His hair's cropped short, only just long enough to let Harry bury his fingers when he feels the urge to guide the boy's head down, and his face is longer, narrower, than his father's was at that age. Harry thinks it's better, Scorpius Malfoy's face, and not just because Harry gets to fuck this one. The boy sneers less, works harder, seems smarter and Merlin, so much sweeter; Harry's watched him grow up sure this is what Malfoy should have been and now that he's of age, Harry's free to take him up on their mutual attraction.
So far, it's been good. Scorpius is eager and so new to everything, Harry has to teach him everything, and Harry doesn't mind that at all.
Really, it's no trouble.
Lately, they've been working on blow jobs because Harry adores the hot, wet suction, the way Scorpius tries to take Harry's whole prick down his throat even though it gags him, cuts off his air. Scorpius swallows, always has, and Harry's said it's all right, the boy doesn't have to, it's all right if he's not fond of the taste yet, but it pricks some sort of Malfoy stubbornness and Harry's just fine being proved wrong.
Scorpius's mouth is wide and lush-lipped, pinkish-red until he's sucked it, and the way it looks stretching around Harry's cock is gorgeous.
Harry loves, too, how wrecked it looks when the boy's finished, a bit of come left for Harry to sweep off with his thumb when he tilts the boy's face up. Scorpius watches him with big, awed eyes, still looks at Harry like he's in the presence of greatness, and that's been so much harder to find lately. Seeing it on a distinctly Malfoy face is just wickedly hot, better than almost anything, and all it takes to keep that look on Scorpius's face is a few kind words, a few minutes here and there of Harry's complete attention.
Harry's been teaching him about how to play with Harry's testicles because Harry likes that, too, feeling those long, clever fingers rolling-squeezing-tugging at him, the tentative kitten-licks of Scorpius's tongue there. They're working their way up to rimming, Harry knows they are, and he wants Scorpius's tongue petting softly over his arsehole, pushing in all hot and slick, wants the boy's mouth sucking at him until Harry's all soft and loose. He's already brought up the idea of him doing it to Scorpius, preparing the boy's tight arse to take Harry's cock eventually, but the boy's shied away, coltishly virgin.
The part of Harry that's gotten off on backroom blows and glory holes for years thinks it might be an act, a game the boy's playing with him to keep Harry's interest, but that's not the boy Harry's watched grow up. Scorpius Malfoy isn't that kind of manipulative, thank fuck, and Harry's achingly aware of how easy it would be to manipulate him.
Scorpius sneaks a look up at him while he's loosing Harry's flies, spreading Harry's trousers to bare Harry's erection. As always, Scorpius can't help touching it, pushing two fingertips gently against the head of Harry's prick, dabbing at the slick of his pre-come. He stares at it for a moment, glances up with a smile, and licks his lower lip expectantly before he lowers his head.
The first touch of his tongue is delicious. Harry makes it through a bit of licking before he's curled his fingers in that short, bright hair, leading the boy's mouth down to his shaft oh-so-gently.
"Yes, that's it, just like that," Harry murmurs encouragingly and rolls his hips up carefully, just a nudge of his penis against the boy's mouth. "Mmm, sweetheart, you're getting so good at this, your mouth feels amazing, yes, baby, suck me, sweetheart, I love it when you do."
And Scorpius does it, everything Harry says, sweeps his tongue up Harry's prick like it's an ice cream before he takes the tip into his mouth, sucks it like a sweet. Harry groans a bit then, at how good it feels, how much lewder it is to watch that face suck him in, just take every inch Harry nudges into him.
Harry touches him all over, broad sweeps of his back, pets the curve of the boy's neck and rakes his fingers through the boy's hair in the wrong direction, making it stick out like his own does. Scorpius can't smile with a mouth full of penis but his eyes light and that delicate flush creeps across his cheeks. Harry can see Scorpius squirming, trying to get a bit of friction on his own dick, and Harry's not having that, Harry wants to play with the boy's cock himself, wants to tease him into coming. At this age, it's no trouble at all to get Scorpius hard again, the boy's always so, so eager, but Harry likes watching orgasm sweep over the boy's face, likes being able to play with him through it, steal the words with messy kisses.
Harry, unfortunately, is years off having that kind of recovery speed so he can't let himself come in Scorpius's mouth as quickly as he wants; the boy's head bobs happily on the end of Harry's cock and Harry knows he could fuck that pretty face now, just rut his hips up and push down the boy's throat, Scorpius certainly won't complain, but that's not what Harry has planned.
Tonight, he thinks, he's coming somewhere new on Scorpius's lithe body.
So he lets Scorpius bob down on him until the boy's nose presses into Harry's belly, at which point Harry resumes his hold on that pale hair to keep the boy's head pinned.
Harry's cock is wedged down Scorpius's throat, the first time the boy's taken all of him, and Harry watches Scorpius turn new colours in his gagging, his lack of breath just now, and Harry knows it's terrible that he gets off on this, watching little Scorpius all grown up and struggling to take Harry's cock, but sod it, that just looks delicious.
Scorpius is so, so red when Harry's grip eases. He still tries to bob down again once he's sucked in a few ragged breaths.
Harry has to hold him off, tilt that head back to pet over that pretty, messy hair.
Scorpius frowns his confusion. "Are we practicing my face again?" he asks and rubs his cheek over Harry's erection, positions himself to let Harry's come dribble over him. Fuck, it's just sublimely hot, knowing he can smear come trails over that face, knowing Scorpius will preen into it.
Sometimes, Harry thinks that's how he wants to send Scorpius home to his father, flushed and needy and covered in Harry's come, robes wrinkled from where they've been ruthlessly rucked aside and the scent of sex hanging over him. Not that Harry's holding a grudge or anything over Malfoy's surprising heterosexuality but he wants to lay claim to this boy, make it clear the son's only too eager to take everything his father's turned down so long ago.
Mostly, he wants to know he can still have this, that there's nothing Malfoy can do to stop it any more than Ginny could bind him to fidelity.
Harry jolts out of his own head when he feels Scorpius licking lewd over Harry's cock-tip again, nuzzling into Harry's penis.
"No," he says gently, "Not tonight." The boy moues a protest. Harry strokes his hair again, brushes it with the backs of his knuckles until the boy's eyes flutter closed. "Come up here, Scorpius. I want to teach you something new."
That gets those big eyes open, bright and liquid silver. Harry leads him up, guides Scorpius onto his lap demurely, and when he's got Scorpius straddling him, Harry starts working the boy's robes open, kissing him slowly as distraction.
Scorpius squirms when Harry's got the boy's trousers undone, his robes spread enough to bare the boy's long, lean erection. It's hot and hard in Harry's hand, almost too sensitive because just touching it still gets Scorpius a hair's breadth from coming, and Harry leaves off palming it to spread his hand on the boy's tight arse, nudging him closer.
He can tell when Scorpius figures out the benefits of this position; the boy stiffens and whimpers at the first brush of their cocks and Harry has to hold his hips still so he won't just grind them both off too quickly.
"There we go," Harry says, working his hips up a little to resettle the boy on his lap. "Is that better?"
"Merlin, yes, Mr. Potter. That's--" Scorpius loses his words then, closes his eyes and bites his lip white. Harry pets the boy's hip, down over the boy's arse because he needs to get Scorpius used to being touched there and he's trying to keep it gradual, trying not to scare the boy by going too fast, taking more than Scorpius is ready to handle.
"Harry," he corrects, searching out that mouth. "For the hundredth time, sweetheart, while we're in here, I'm Harry."
"Yes, Harry." Scorpius hisses the first word, falters over the second when his voice breaks, and it's not fair at all, Harry brushing the backs of his knuckles along the boy's swollen penis just then but fuck, is it pretty.
"Good," Harry says, and teases pressure deliberately, works a knuckle against the boy's shaft. "Now, I know you wank, sweetheart, all boys your age do and someday, I'd like to see it, watch what you like best. Would you, if I asked?" Those lovely, foggy Malfoy eyes lift, all silent questions there's no chance Scorpius can put into words while Harry's cockteasing him like this. "Would you let me watch you rub one out for me? Can I watch you play with yourself someday, sweetheart?" Scorpius shivers and nods. "Good. That's so hot, sweetheart, that's going to be amazing, watching your big hand working over your prick. Will you come for me, do you think? Or will you be too nervous?" Harry kisses Scorpius's temple, eases off his knuckle and feels Scorpius nodding again. "Can you tell me, sweetheart? I can't hear."
"Come," Scorpius breathes, voice rough with teenage lust, making Harry's prick twitch. "I'll come for you. Harry. Won't--mmm--won't be too nervous, if it's just for you."
Harry can't help smiling. Scorpius is wonderful, the partner Harry's looked for all his life, and it's an absolute pleasure to teach him like this, introduce him to all the wicked things his body can feel.
"Good, sweetheart. I'm very glad to hear it. Just now, though, I'm going to show you how I wank. If that's all right?" He can feel Scorpius fighting against the urge to ask Harry to touch him, torn between that natural submissive streak and the need to come, and Harry lets him linger in the uncertainty for the luscious, dirty kick of it before Harry says, "Can I wank you, Scorpius? Will you let me touch your cock?"
Unfair, he knows, to ask when he's got his hand just there, when all it takes is a single shift of his hips to brush their pricks together again, but he takes the boy's squeak as consent and runs his fingers over the boy's penis, learning it by touch.
It's easy, so, so simple, to ease Scorpius's head onto Harry's shoulder, Scorpius's face pressing buried in Harry's neck, so Harry gets the damp heat of the boy's unsteady breathing when Harry wraps his hand around both their pricks, strokes them together that first time.
"Oh!" Scorpius gasps, hips moving automatically. "Oh, Harry, please."
"You like this?" Harry strokes again, loose and easy, lets himself enjoy what that does to Scorpius's breathing, how hot and tense the boy feels curled up against him. He wonders whether it's occurred to Scorpius yet that from this angle, he can't really watch; if it has, he imagines the boy will keep that question to himself. Harry's all right with that. "Tell me, sweetheart. Need me to go faster, Scorpius?"
Scorpius grinds another sound out, half-growl and half-moan, and Harry's grip tightens, turns into something more familiar, rough and sharp when his wrist jerks for the tug at the end of each stroke.
Part of Harry worries he'll be too rough with Scorpius some day, that one of the many obscene things he wants to do to all that young, tight body will run the boy off, but the rest of him...Harry's lizard brain says the years between them don't matter as much as all that, that he's showing little Scorpius one more way to be an adult, that he's not taking advantage so much as he's lending the boy a hand. That all Scorpius's sweetness and demureness requires a level of care Harry's not willing to risk to just anyone and the way the boy keeps coming back is proof Harry's earned his trust for this, that Scorpius is willing to go anywhere, do anything, just on the strength of that trust.
So no, Harry's lizard brain highly doubts there's anything Harry can do or say or ask that's going to send Scorpius running for the hills. Harry certainly won't hurt him.
The boy doesn't last long with Harry's hand on him, Harry's cock grinding slickly beside his own, and Scorpius searches out Harry's mouth blindly just before he comes, feeds the worst of the needy sounds as vibrations against Harry's lips.
Someday, Scorpius is going to be a spooner, Harry can tell, because getting him off turns him cuddly and inclined to cling. He's still kissing Harry urgently, squirming as close as he can get, when Harry lets the hot coils winding in his belly snap, pleasure washing through him as he splashes semen all over his hand, making a mess of their bellies.
"Did you like that?" Harry asks, reaching his come-smeared hand up to touch Scorpius's face, spread a smear of someone's semen over the boy's mouth as Harry cups his jaw. Scorpius can't answer him yet, the boy's still all flushed and flustered, tongue-tied until he's caught his breath, but Harry expects a nod at least, some sign Scorpius is all right with this new addition to their established repertoire.
Scorpius meets Harry's gaze then, hot-eyed and intense like his father was so often, and Harry braces himself to hear something unexpected, a rare display of that gorgeous stubbornness, and instead, the boy's tongue sweeps out, licks the smear off his mouth and swallows.
Harry can't breathe for how hot that is, can't move for staring, because there's worlds of difference between the boy going along with Harry's every suggestion and him doing a thing like that all on his own.
Scorpius takes Harry's wrist in his hand, draws it to his mouth and sucks-licks the worst of the mess clean, watching Harry's eyes all the while. Not for the first time, Harry regrets he can't get hard again this soon because fuck, the things he wants to do to this boy are unbelievable.
When Scorpius kisses him, Harry tastes them both, sucks the salt-must off the boy's tongue, and Harry can't say which of them starts the needy clutching but he's dead sure he won't be the one who ends it.
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title: of lesson plans and lizard brains
pairing: Harry/Scorpius (i know :/)
rating: shameless porn.
w/c: 2,606
warning/note: Everyone in this fic is over the age of consent. How old, you ask? As old as you need them to be legally in your area.
summary: Scorpius has to learn sometime.
a/n: cheerleading beta by brinimc .
Scorpius slinks down on him like Charmed robes, slithers bonelessly to kneel between Harry's legs, his delicate hands on Harry's thighs. Scorpius looks up at him, all big, bright eyes and that sucked-shiny pout, better than any dirty picture Harry's ever found. His hair's cropped short, only just long enough to let Harry bury his fingers when he feels the urge to guide the boy's head down, and his face is longer, narrower, than his father's was at that age. Harry thinks it's better, Scorpius Malfoy's face, and not just because Harry gets to fuck this one. The boy sneers less, works harder, seems smarter and Merlin, so much sweeter; Harry's watched him grow up sure this is what Malfoy should have been and now that he's of age, Harry's free to take him up on their mutual attraction.
So far, it's been good. Scorpius is eager and so new to everything, Harry has to teach him everything, and Harry doesn't mind that at all.
Really, it's no trouble.
Lately, they've been working on blow jobs because Harry adores the hot, wet suction, the way Scorpius tries to take Harry's whole prick down his throat even though it gags him, cuts off his air. Scorpius swallows, always has, and Harry's said it's all right, the boy doesn't have to, it's all right if he's not fond of the taste yet, but it pricks some sort of Malfoy stubbornness and Harry's just fine being proved wrong.
Scorpius's mouth is wide and lush-lipped, pinkish-red until he's sucked it, and the way it looks stretching around Harry's cock is gorgeous.
Harry loves, too, how wrecked it looks when the boy's finished, a bit of come left for Harry to sweep off with his thumb when he tilts the boy's face up. Scorpius watches him with big, awed eyes, still looks at Harry like he's in the presence of greatness, and that's been so much harder to find lately. Seeing it on a distinctly Malfoy face is just wickedly hot, better than almost anything, and all it takes to keep that look on Scorpius's face is a few kind words, a few minutes here and there of Harry's complete attention.
Harry's been teaching him about how to play with Harry's testicles because Harry likes that, too, feeling those long, clever fingers rolling-squeezing-tugging at him, the tentative kitten-licks of Scorpius's tongue there. They're working their way up to rimming, Harry knows they are, and he wants Scorpius's tongue petting softly over his arsehole, pushing in all hot and slick, wants the boy's mouth sucking at him until Harry's all soft and loose. He's already brought up the idea of him doing it to Scorpius, preparing the boy's tight arse to take Harry's cock eventually, but the boy's shied away, coltishly virgin.
The part of Harry that's gotten off on backroom blows and glory holes for years thinks it might be an act, a game the boy's playing with him to keep Harry's interest, but that's not the boy Harry's watched grow up. Scorpius Malfoy isn't that kind of manipulative, thank fuck, and Harry's achingly aware of how easy it would be to manipulate him.
Scorpius sneaks a look up at him while he's loosing Harry's flies, spreading Harry's trousers to bare Harry's erection. As always, Scorpius can't help touching it, pushing two fingertips gently against the head of Harry's prick, dabbing at the slick of his pre-come. He stares at it for a moment, glances up with a smile, and licks his lower lip expectantly before he lowers his head.
The first touch of his tongue is delicious. Harry makes it through a bit of licking before he's curled his fingers in that short, bright hair, leading the boy's mouth down to his shaft oh-so-gently.
"Yes, that's it, just like that," Harry murmurs encouragingly and rolls his hips up carefully, just a nudge of his penis against the boy's mouth. "Mmm, sweetheart, you're getting so good at this, your mouth feels amazing, yes, baby, suck me, sweetheart, I love it when you do."
And Scorpius does it, everything Harry says, sweeps his tongue up Harry's prick like it's an ice cream before he takes the tip into his mouth, sucks it like a sweet. Harry groans a bit then, at how good it feels, how much lewder it is to watch that face suck him in, just take every inch Harry nudges into him.
Harry touches him all over, broad sweeps of his back, pets the curve of the boy's neck and rakes his fingers through the boy's hair in the wrong direction, making it stick out like his own does. Scorpius can't smile with a mouth full of penis but his eyes light and that delicate flush creeps across his cheeks. Harry can see Scorpius squirming, trying to get a bit of friction on his own dick, and Harry's not having that, Harry wants to play with the boy's cock himself, wants to tease him into coming. At this age, it's no trouble at all to get Scorpius hard again, the boy's always so, so eager, but Harry likes watching orgasm sweep over the boy's face, likes being able to play with him through it, steal the words with messy kisses.
Harry, unfortunately, is years off having that kind of recovery speed so he can't let himself come in Scorpius's mouth as quickly as he wants; the boy's head bobs happily on the end of Harry's cock and Harry knows he could fuck that pretty face now, just rut his hips up and push down the boy's throat, Scorpius certainly won't complain, but that's not what Harry has planned.
Tonight, he thinks, he's coming somewhere new on Scorpius's lithe body.
So he lets Scorpius bob down on him until the boy's nose presses into Harry's belly, at which point Harry resumes his hold on that pale hair to keep the boy's head pinned.
Harry's cock is wedged down Scorpius's throat, the first time the boy's taken all of him, and Harry watches Scorpius turn new colours in his gagging, his lack of breath just now, and Harry knows it's terrible that he gets off on this, watching little Scorpius all grown up and struggling to take Harry's cock, but sod it, that just looks delicious.
Scorpius is so, so red when Harry's grip eases. He still tries to bob down again once he's sucked in a few ragged breaths.
Harry has to hold him off, tilt that head back to pet over that pretty, messy hair.
Scorpius frowns his confusion. "Are we practicing my face again?" he asks and rubs his cheek over Harry's erection, positions himself to let Harry's come dribble over him. Fuck, it's just sublimely hot, knowing he can smear come trails over that face, knowing Scorpius will preen into it.
Sometimes, Harry thinks that's how he wants to send Scorpius home to his father, flushed and needy and covered in Harry's come, robes wrinkled from where they've been ruthlessly rucked aside and the scent of sex hanging over him. Not that Harry's holding a grudge or anything over Malfoy's surprising heterosexuality but he wants to lay claim to this boy, make it clear the son's only too eager to take everything his father's turned down so long ago.
Mostly, he wants to know he can still have this, that there's nothing Malfoy can do to stop it any more than Ginny could bind him to fidelity.
Harry jolts out of his own head when he feels Scorpius licking lewd over Harry's cock-tip again, nuzzling into Harry's penis.
"No," he says gently, "Not tonight." The boy moues a protest. Harry strokes his hair again, brushes it with the backs of his knuckles until the boy's eyes flutter closed. "Come up here, Scorpius. I want to teach you something new."
That gets those big eyes open, bright and liquid silver. Harry leads him up, guides Scorpius onto his lap demurely, and when he's got Scorpius straddling him, Harry starts working the boy's robes open, kissing him slowly as distraction.
Scorpius squirms when Harry's got the boy's trousers undone, his robes spread enough to bare the boy's long, lean erection. It's hot and hard in Harry's hand, almost too sensitive because just touching it still gets Scorpius a hair's breadth from coming, and Harry leaves off palming it to spread his hand on the boy's tight arse, nudging him closer.
He can tell when Scorpius figures out the benefits of this position; the boy stiffens and whimpers at the first brush of their cocks and Harry has to hold his hips still so he won't just grind them both off too quickly.
"There we go," Harry says, working his hips up a little to resettle the boy on his lap. "Is that better?"
"Merlin, yes, Mr. Potter. That's--" Scorpius loses his words then, closes his eyes and bites his lip white. Harry pets the boy's hip, down over the boy's arse because he needs to get Scorpius used to being touched there and he's trying to keep it gradual, trying not to scare the boy by going too fast, taking more than Scorpius is ready to handle.
"Harry," he corrects, searching out that mouth. "For the hundredth time, sweetheart, while we're in here, I'm Harry."
"Yes, Harry." Scorpius hisses the first word, falters over the second when his voice breaks, and it's not fair at all, Harry brushing the backs of his knuckles along the boy's swollen penis just then but fuck, is it pretty.
"Good," Harry says, and teases pressure deliberately, works a knuckle against the boy's shaft. "Now, I know you wank, sweetheart, all boys your age do and someday, I'd like to see it, watch what you like best. Would you, if I asked?" Those lovely, foggy Malfoy eyes lift, all silent questions there's no chance Scorpius can put into words while Harry's cockteasing him like this. "Would you let me watch you rub one out for me? Can I watch you play with yourself someday, sweetheart?" Scorpius shivers and nods. "Good. That's so hot, sweetheart, that's going to be amazing, watching your big hand working over your prick. Will you come for me, do you think? Or will you be too nervous?" Harry kisses Scorpius's temple, eases off his knuckle and feels Scorpius nodding again. "Can you tell me, sweetheart? I can't hear."
"Come," Scorpius breathes, voice rough with teenage lust, making Harry's prick twitch. "I'll come for you. Harry. Won't--mmm--won't be too nervous, if it's just for you."
Harry can't help smiling. Scorpius is wonderful, the partner Harry's looked for all his life, and it's an absolute pleasure to teach him like this, introduce him to all the wicked things his body can feel.
"Good, sweetheart. I'm very glad to hear it. Just now, though, I'm going to show you how I wank. If that's all right?" He can feel Scorpius fighting against the urge to ask Harry to touch him, torn between that natural submissive streak and the need to come, and Harry lets him linger in the uncertainty for the luscious, dirty kick of it before Harry says, "Can I wank you, Scorpius? Will you let me touch your cock?"
Unfair, he knows, to ask when he's got his hand just there, when all it takes is a single shift of his hips to brush their pricks together again, but he takes the boy's squeak as consent and runs his fingers over the boy's penis, learning it by touch.
It's easy, so, so simple, to ease Scorpius's head onto Harry's shoulder, Scorpius's face pressing buried in Harry's neck, so Harry gets the damp heat of the boy's unsteady breathing when Harry wraps his hand around both their pricks, strokes them together that first time.
"Oh!" Scorpius gasps, hips moving automatically. "Oh, Harry, please."
"You like this?" Harry strokes again, loose and easy, lets himself enjoy what that does to Scorpius's breathing, how hot and tense the boy feels curled up against him. He wonders whether it's occurred to Scorpius yet that from this angle, he can't really watch; if it has, he imagines the boy will keep that question to himself. Harry's all right with that. "Tell me, sweetheart. Need me to go faster, Scorpius?"
Scorpius grinds another sound out, half-growl and half-moan, and Harry's grip tightens, turns into something more familiar, rough and sharp when his wrist jerks for the tug at the end of each stroke.
Part of Harry worries he'll be too rough with Scorpius some day, that one of the many obscene things he wants to do to all that young, tight body will run the boy off, but the rest of him...Harry's lizard brain says the years between them don't matter as much as all that, that he's showing little Scorpius one more way to be an adult, that he's not taking advantage so much as he's lending the boy a hand. That all Scorpius's sweetness and demureness requires a level of care Harry's not willing to risk to just anyone and the way the boy keeps coming back is proof Harry's earned his trust for this, that Scorpius is willing to go anywhere, do anything, just on the strength of that trust.
So no, Harry's lizard brain highly doubts there's anything Harry can do or say or ask that's going to send Scorpius running for the hills. Harry certainly won't hurt him.
The boy doesn't last long with Harry's hand on him, Harry's cock grinding slickly beside his own, and Scorpius searches out Harry's mouth blindly just before he comes, feeds the worst of the needy sounds as vibrations against Harry's lips.
Someday, Scorpius is going to be a spooner, Harry can tell, because getting him off turns him cuddly and inclined to cling. He's still kissing Harry urgently, squirming as close as he can get, when Harry lets the hot coils winding in his belly snap, pleasure washing through him as he splashes semen all over his hand, making a mess of their bellies.
"Did you like that?" Harry asks, reaching his come-smeared hand up to touch Scorpius's face, spread a smear of someone's semen over the boy's mouth as Harry cups his jaw. Scorpius can't answer him yet, the boy's still all flushed and flustered, tongue-tied until he's caught his breath, but Harry expects a nod at least, some sign Scorpius is all right with this new addition to their established repertoire.
Scorpius meets Harry's gaze then, hot-eyed and intense like his father was so often, and Harry braces himself to hear something unexpected, a rare display of that gorgeous stubbornness, and instead, the boy's tongue sweeps out, licks the smear off his mouth and swallows.
Harry can't breathe for how hot that is, can't move for staring, because there's worlds of difference between the boy going along with Harry's every suggestion and him doing a thing like that all on his own.
Scorpius takes Harry's wrist in his hand, draws it to his mouth and sucks-licks the worst of the mess clean, watching Harry's eyes all the while. Not for the first time, Harry regrets he can't get hard again this soon because fuck, the things he wants to do to this boy are unbelievable.
When Scorpius kisses him, Harry tastes them both, sucks the salt-must off the boy's tongue, and Harry can't say which of them starts the needy clutching but he's dead sure he won't be the one who ends it.
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