Fest Fic: Unfinished Business (Harry/Scorpius)
Title: Unfinished Business
Author: kitty_fic
Prompt: Own Prompt
Pairing(s): Harry/Scorpius
Word Count: 1600
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s) (Highlight to view): *bdsm, bondage, spanking, rimming, felching*
Disclaimer:Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: Many many thanks to kk, sp, and l who helped me get this written and to c who helped me get it finished!
Summary: Scorpius knows what Harry needs.
Scorpius heard the familiar sound of a Floo call coming in and he quickly moved to the fireplace to intercept it. As the Minister's assistant it was his job to screen any unwanted calls, though very few people had access to the Minister of Magic's private Floo as it was. Regardless, Harry was an extremely busy and important man and it was Scorpius' job to keep him on schedule.
Green flames erupted and Hermione's head showed through. "Hello, Scorpius. Is Harry available?"
"Oh, I'm very sorry Mrs. Weasley." Scorpius threw a quick glance over his shoulder towards Harry's desk. "Harry is all tied up right now. Shall I have him return your call at his earliest convenience?"
"Oh, no. No, that won't be necessary. Please just tell him that I'll see him at the Burrow tonight. He is still planning to come, isn't he?"
"Yes, certainly. I have it on his schedule," Scorpius assured her.
"Thank you, Scorpius," she said before disappearing into the flames again.
Scorpius pushed up from where he knelt and turned back to Harry. "It was Hermione. She said that she'll see you tonight. Of course, I told her you were much too busy to talk at the moment." A smirk spread slowly across his face.
A whimper sounded from Harry's direction but Scorpius ignored it.
"Now, where were we? I believe we have some unfinished business." Scorpius circled around the desk, looking over his handiwork.
Harry lay face down on his desk, legs spread wide, feet tied securely to the desk legs. His hands were bound together, also tied to the desk. His body was stretched taut, forcing him up on his toes and his arse in the air. His mouth was gagged with a silk tie wrapped around his head. Harry could still make the most delicious moans and whimpers around his gag but words didn't come out clearly enough for him to be understood.
Scorpius reached out and grabbed the thick wooden paddle that he had laid on the edge of Harry's desk when he was called away. Long pale fingers wrapping around the curve of the handle.
"Let's see. What number were we on?"
Harry made a noncommittal grunt and wriggled his already pink arse as much as his limited mobility would allow.
"Why don't we start back at seven? Does that sound fair?"
Scorpius got his answer with a small nod from Harry and he pulled back his arm swinging the paddle through the air until it connected with a sharp slapping sound to Harry's arse, further reddening the right side.
"Seven," Scorpius counted, even as he pulled his arm back again preparing for the next swing.
This time the paddle hit the left side of Harry's arse twice, but with considerably less force. "Eight. Nine."
"One more," Scorpius crooned as he ran a hand lightly across the welts on Harry's red cheeks and along the sweaty crease of his arse. "How do you want it?"
Harry's green eyes glittered, bright with anticipation and he mumbled something but the tie made it impossible to understand.
Scorpius ran one hand lovingly through Harry's thick black hair, giving it a gentle tug. "Don't worry, love," he said, kneading Harry's sore arse. "I know just what you need, and I'm going to make sure you get it. Then, when I'm satisfied that your arse is good and red, I'm going to spread you wide and pound that pretty pink arse into the desk." Scorpius' hand trailed down from Harry's hair to caress his cheek and he leaned over to place a sweet kiss to his sweat-damp neck.
Scorpius stepped back purposefully and drew up his arm once more before swinging the paddle forward, landing it hard across both cheeks with a loud thunderclap of wood on flesh.
He dropped the paddle unceremoniously back on the corner of the desk and began to unbutton his trousers as he came up behind Harry. Leaving his trousers open and slung low on his hips, Scorpius reached out with both hands to cup Harry's red arse, reveling in the ridges of welts he felt there. Harry's skin was warm and shining with perspiration. He whimpered lightly when his cheeks were squeezed and Scorpius wondered if it was a sound born of pain or pleasure. Most likely both.
Scorpius' heart felt full to bursting with feeling for this man. The trust that Harry showed him, never failed to astound and amaze him. Scorpius' fingers began to knead the sore skin.
"You're so fucking beautiful like this. Do you have any idea what it does to me to see you tied and helpless, with my marks on your body? The most powerful man in the wizarding world, completely at my mercy, entirely by your own choice," he purred into Harry's ear.
Scorpius ran his hands up Harry's arse, grazing his nails lightly over his back. “What would they say if they could see you now? But they never will, will they? This side of you is for my eyes only. Isn't it, love?"
Harry groaned in agreement, nodding his head and thrusting his hips against the desk.
Such a hot and needy little slut. You're all mine and I love you for it."
Scorpius' hands moved in opposite circles, working their way outward, separating Harry's cheeks and giving his thumbs access to delve down into his crack, searching for his hole. He wasn’t surprised to find Harry had prepared himself ahead of time. When his thumbs met their mark he pressed gently into the already loosened opening. He pulled the skin apart, widening Harry’s hole just a bit more to ensure his comfort.
Scorpius leaned over Harry's back, pressing soft kisses to his spine as he reached for the drawer, pulled it open and grabbed out a vial of lube. He straightened up again and shoved his trousers and pants past his knees, letting them drop to his ankles. He opened the vial and scooped two fingers in before tossing it onto the desk. His fingers curled around the hardness of his cock. Once he was slicked up, Scorpius pressed the head of his cock to Harry's loosened hole. Rolling his hips, he pushed forward and snapped past the tight ring of muscle, earning a keening cry from Harry.
"I'm going to fuck you now. You want it don't you? You need it?" Scorpius slid further in until he was pressed against Harry's arse, the skin still flushed red and warm to the touch from the spanking. The heat from his skin, scorching hot. "I can give you what you need."
Harry struggled in his bonds, pressing his arse back in a desperate plea to be fucked but Scorpius gripped his hand in Harry's hair and held his head down, cheek to the table as he began to thrust in and out of Harry's hole.
"Yeah, you're my little slut, aren't you? The world thinks you're their hero, but I know the truth. You need to be owned and fucked and used like the slut we both know you are." Scorpius drove in harder and deeper, ploughing Harry mercilessly against the desk.
Harry cried out around his gag, aching for release.
"You love the feel of my cock in your arse, don't you?"
Scorpius' movements grew erratic as his orgasm approached. He gripped Harry's hips tightly and thrust in once more, come spurting from his cock almost endlessly as he came with Harry's name on his lips.
When his pleasure finally subsided, Scorpius slowly slid out of Harry and dropped to his knees. Carefully, he pulled Harry's cheeks apart, shoving his face into his crack and licking the come greedily as it dribbled from Harry's hole. He thrust his tongue into Harry's opening as he slid one hand between Harry's legs to fondle his balls. His hand moved further forward until Scorpius found Harry's leaking erection. He curled his fingers around Harry's cock and gave two firm tugs that sent Harry over the edge, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm and his rim fluttering around Scorpius' tongue.
With both of their pleasure equally seen to, Scorpius pulled back and wiped his mouth. He stood again, caressing Harry's thigh as he rose. Scorpius grabbed his wand and released Harry's bonds. He draped himself over Harry's body and pressed his lips to Harry's damp shoulder blades. "Are you okay?"
"Yes," Harry said, his voice rough. "More than."
Scorpius sent a Cleaning Charm across Harry’s sweat slicked body and felt him shiver against him as the tingling, cool sensation ran over him. He helped Harry up from his prostrate position and pulled him into an embrace. He placed a soft kiss to the corner of Harry's mouth and ran his hands soothingly over what he knew must be aching muscles in Harry's arms and back, as well as his arse. "Anything I can do, love?"
Harry shook his head but pulled Scorpius tighter.
They dressed in comfortable silence. Scorpius stepped forward to lend a hand with Harry's shirt buttons and tie, claiming a slow and sensual kiss as he straightened Harry's tie one last time.
Once they were both presentable again, Scorpius took his seat in front of Harry's desk. With a swish of his wand, he cleared their toys from the desk and summoned the day's to do list.
Harry took his place in his high backed leather chair and leaned forward in his seat, propping his elbows on the desk in front of him. "So, Scorpius, is there any other unfinished business for the day?"
Author: kitty_fic
Prompt: Own Prompt
Pairing(s): Harry/Scorpius
Word Count: 1600
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s) (Highlight to view): *bdsm, bondage, spanking, rimming, felching*
Disclaimer:Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: Many many thanks to kk, sp, and l who helped me get this written and to c who helped me get it finished!
Summary: Scorpius knows what Harry needs.
Scorpius heard the familiar sound of a Floo call coming in and he quickly moved to the fireplace to intercept it. As the Minister's assistant it was his job to screen any unwanted calls, though very few people had access to the Minister of Magic's private Floo as it was. Regardless, Harry was an extremely busy and important man and it was Scorpius' job to keep him on schedule.
Green flames erupted and Hermione's head showed through. "Hello, Scorpius. Is Harry available?"
"Oh, I'm very sorry Mrs. Weasley." Scorpius threw a quick glance over his shoulder towards Harry's desk. "Harry is all tied up right now. Shall I have him return your call at his earliest convenience?"
"Oh, no. No, that won't be necessary. Please just tell him that I'll see him at the Burrow tonight. He is still planning to come, isn't he?"
"Yes, certainly. I have it on his schedule," Scorpius assured her.
"Thank you, Scorpius," she said before disappearing into the flames again.
Scorpius pushed up from where he knelt and turned back to Harry. "It was Hermione. She said that she'll see you tonight. Of course, I told her you were much too busy to talk at the moment." A smirk spread slowly across his face.
A whimper sounded from Harry's direction but Scorpius ignored it.
"Now, where were we? I believe we have some unfinished business." Scorpius circled around the desk, looking over his handiwork.
Harry lay face down on his desk, legs spread wide, feet tied securely to the desk legs. His hands were bound together, also tied to the desk. His body was stretched taut, forcing him up on his toes and his arse in the air. His mouth was gagged with a silk tie wrapped around his head. Harry could still make the most delicious moans and whimpers around his gag but words didn't come out clearly enough for him to be understood.
Scorpius reached out and grabbed the thick wooden paddle that he had laid on the edge of Harry's desk when he was called away. Long pale fingers wrapping around the curve of the handle.
"Let's see. What number were we on?"
Harry made a noncommittal grunt and wriggled his already pink arse as much as his limited mobility would allow.
"Why don't we start back at seven? Does that sound fair?"
Scorpius got his answer with a small nod from Harry and he pulled back his arm swinging the paddle through the air until it connected with a sharp slapping sound to Harry's arse, further reddening the right side.
"Seven," Scorpius counted, even as he pulled his arm back again preparing for the next swing.
This time the paddle hit the left side of Harry's arse twice, but with considerably less force. "Eight. Nine."
"One more," Scorpius crooned as he ran a hand lightly across the welts on Harry's red cheeks and along the sweaty crease of his arse. "How do you want it?"
Harry's green eyes glittered, bright with anticipation and he mumbled something but the tie made it impossible to understand.
Scorpius ran one hand lovingly through Harry's thick black hair, giving it a gentle tug. "Don't worry, love," he said, kneading Harry's sore arse. "I know just what you need, and I'm going to make sure you get it. Then, when I'm satisfied that your arse is good and red, I'm going to spread you wide and pound that pretty pink arse into the desk." Scorpius' hand trailed down from Harry's hair to caress his cheek and he leaned over to place a sweet kiss to his sweat-damp neck.
Scorpius stepped back purposefully and drew up his arm once more before swinging the paddle forward, landing it hard across both cheeks with a loud thunderclap of wood on flesh.
He dropped the paddle unceremoniously back on the corner of the desk and began to unbutton his trousers as he came up behind Harry. Leaving his trousers open and slung low on his hips, Scorpius reached out with both hands to cup Harry's red arse, reveling in the ridges of welts he felt there. Harry's skin was warm and shining with perspiration. He whimpered lightly when his cheeks were squeezed and Scorpius wondered if it was a sound born of pain or pleasure. Most likely both.
Scorpius' heart felt full to bursting with feeling for this man. The trust that Harry showed him, never failed to astound and amaze him. Scorpius' fingers began to knead the sore skin.
"You're so fucking beautiful like this. Do you have any idea what it does to me to see you tied and helpless, with my marks on your body? The most powerful man in the wizarding world, completely at my mercy, entirely by your own choice," he purred into Harry's ear.
Scorpius ran his hands up Harry's arse, grazing his nails lightly over his back. “What would they say if they could see you now? But they never will, will they? This side of you is for my eyes only. Isn't it, love?"
Harry groaned in agreement, nodding his head and thrusting his hips against the desk.
Such a hot and needy little slut. You're all mine and I love you for it."
Scorpius' hands moved in opposite circles, working their way outward, separating Harry's cheeks and giving his thumbs access to delve down into his crack, searching for his hole. He wasn’t surprised to find Harry had prepared himself ahead of time. When his thumbs met their mark he pressed gently into the already loosened opening. He pulled the skin apart, widening Harry’s hole just a bit more to ensure his comfort.
Scorpius leaned over Harry's back, pressing soft kisses to his spine as he reached for the drawer, pulled it open and grabbed out a vial of lube. He straightened up again and shoved his trousers and pants past his knees, letting them drop to his ankles. He opened the vial and scooped two fingers in before tossing it onto the desk. His fingers curled around the hardness of his cock. Once he was slicked up, Scorpius pressed the head of his cock to Harry's loosened hole. Rolling his hips, he pushed forward and snapped past the tight ring of muscle, earning a keening cry from Harry.
"I'm going to fuck you now. You want it don't you? You need it?" Scorpius slid further in until he was pressed against Harry's arse, the skin still flushed red and warm to the touch from the spanking. The heat from his skin, scorching hot. "I can give you what you need."
Harry struggled in his bonds, pressing his arse back in a desperate plea to be fucked but Scorpius gripped his hand in Harry's hair and held his head down, cheek to the table as he began to thrust in and out of Harry's hole.
"Yeah, you're my little slut, aren't you? The world thinks you're their hero, but I know the truth. You need to be owned and fucked and used like the slut we both know you are." Scorpius drove in harder and deeper, ploughing Harry mercilessly against the desk.
Harry cried out around his gag, aching for release.
"You love the feel of my cock in your arse, don't you?"
Scorpius' movements grew erratic as his orgasm approached. He gripped Harry's hips tightly and thrust in once more, come spurting from his cock almost endlessly as he came with Harry's name on his lips.
When his pleasure finally subsided, Scorpius slowly slid out of Harry and dropped to his knees. Carefully, he pulled Harry's cheeks apart, shoving his face into his crack and licking the come greedily as it dribbled from Harry's hole. He thrust his tongue into Harry's opening as he slid one hand between Harry's legs to fondle his balls. His hand moved further forward until Scorpius found Harry's leaking erection. He curled his fingers around Harry's cock and gave two firm tugs that sent Harry over the edge, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm and his rim fluttering around Scorpius' tongue.
With both of their pleasure equally seen to, Scorpius pulled back and wiped his mouth. He stood again, caressing Harry's thigh as he rose. Scorpius grabbed his wand and released Harry's bonds. He draped himself over Harry's body and pressed his lips to Harry's damp shoulder blades. "Are you okay?"
"Yes," Harry said, his voice rough. "More than."
Scorpius sent a Cleaning Charm across Harry’s sweat slicked body and felt him shiver against him as the tingling, cool sensation ran over him. He helped Harry up from his prostrate position and pulled him into an embrace. He placed a soft kiss to the corner of Harry's mouth and ran his hands soothingly over what he knew must be aching muscles in Harry's arms and back, as well as his arse. "Anything I can do, love?"
Harry shook his head but pulled Scorpius tighter.
They dressed in comfortable silence. Scorpius stepped forward to lend a hand with Harry's shirt buttons and tie, claiming a slow and sensual kiss as he straightened Harry's tie one last time.
Once they were both presentable again, Scorpius took his seat in front of Harry's desk. With a swish of his wand, he cleared their toys from the desk and summoned the day's to do list.
Harry took his place in his high backed leather chair and leaned forward in his seat, propping his elbows on the desk in front of him. "So, Scorpius, is there any other unfinished business for the day?"