Things Could Have Gone Worse
Title: Things Could Have Gone Worse
Author: k8matty
Pairing: Harry/Scorpius
Beta:: A million thanks go to broken_anchor
Rating: N-17
Warnings: Explicit sex, cross!dressing, very mild NC roleplay, dirty talk
Word Count: 1835
~*~
“…well, that could have gone a lot worse.”
“Easy for you to say.” Harry grumbled, pulling the red-splattered towel away from his throbbing nose.
“I said I should have told him by myself.” Scorpius tutted. He pointed his wand to Harry’s face, muttering under his breath and touching it gingerly. “You okay?” Scorpius asked quietly, his eyes shuttered against an emotion he didn’t want to examine right now.
Harry gently took Scorpius’ hand, moving his thumb in reassuring circles. “Don’t worry about me. It wouldn’t be the first time your dad’s broken my nose.” He sighed. “I just hope he doesn’t take this to the Prophet.”
Scorpius shook his head. “He’d be too ashamed to do that.” He said quietly.
Harry frowned and drew Scorpius into his lap. “We have nothing to be ashamed of.” Harry said firmly. “If your father cares for you as much as he insists, he’ll come round. Just you see.”
Scorpius pressed his face into Harry’s shirt, hoping his lover was right.
~*~
Two days later, Scorpius still hadn’t returned to the Manor, though he’d be lying if he said that he was overly-desperate to leave Grimmauld place. Free from having to sneak around in an effort to hide their relationship from Draco, Harry and Scorpius had become increasingly wanton in their love-making; often sprawled naked in varying rooms of the house, they spent the majority of their time coaxing orgasms from each other in a frenzied slapping of bodies.
Today, Scorpius was taking great delight in modeling Harry’s latest gift, a snug-fitting black corset, trimmed with green ribbons; after having matched it with his favorite kilt, Scorpius had completed the stunning ensemble with stockings, heels, and lacy black knickers.
He’d pranced about the house for well over an hour, laughing and dancing playfully out of Harry’s hungry reach. Scorpius knew that the more he denied Harry his right to claim his lithe figure encased by such lovely garments, the more possessive and frantic their coupling would be.
“Enough, Scorpius.” Harry rasped, the sudden slam of his hand on the table making Scorpius jump and squeal prettily in surprise. His mind made up, Harry stalked determinedly to where Scorpius stood in his silky corset, strappy high-heels and shining black stockings.
Heart fluttering, Scorpius turned on his heel and fled, shoes clacking on wood as he made his pitiful escape. He knew he wouldn’t get away, as a matter of fact; he was counting on it, and the snarl of outrage from behind confirmed Scorpius’ hopes that a furiously aroused Harry was hot on his tail.
Scorpius made it as far to the living room before Harry seized him and tackled him to the ground. Scorpius squealed, crawling across the carpet in a last-ditch effort, before Harry seized one stocking-clad ankle and yanked the infuriating boy down into place beneath him.
“You’re not going anywhere, Scorpius.” Harry promised darkly, leaning onto Scorpius' back. The pressure knocked the boy flat on his stomach as Harry's erection ground demandingly against Scorpius' arse.
Scorpius' moans of assent disguised themselves as pleas for mercy. He cried out and squirmed against the carpet as Harry kissed a hot, wet trail down his back. When Harry reached the tender flesh of Scorpius’ thighs, he delivered a sharp bite.
“You and your little games,” Harry growled, running a flat tongue over the angry mark even as he delivered a hard slap on the unblemished thigh. “Do you have any idea what they do to me?”
Oh yes, Scorpius knew. If he weren't dazed with arousal, he would tell Harry just how sexy he was when he was flushed and impatient. Scorpius would admit how hot he became when forced beneath Harry and speared mercilessly on that reddened, angry cock. As it was, Scorpius could only keen loudly and dribble precome into his lacy knickers, which seemed to be more than enough of an answer for Harry.
“Such a needy slut, pretending he doesn’t want it,” Harry snarled accusingly, pulling away Scorpius’ knickers and flushing with arousal as he rubbed the damp patch of Scorpius' precome between his fingers. “You’re not fooling anyone, you know that don’t you?”
“Yes!” Scorpius gasped, although whether that was in agreement or because Harry was now playing with his opening, he wasn’t sure.
A whispered lubrication spell later and Scorpius moaned loudly as two fingers pushed rudely into his greedy, grasping hole. Scorpius writhed in wanton pleasure, drawing his knees forwards and tilting his arse up towards Harry in a silent bid for more.
“Such a naughty lad,” Harry praised, jabbing Scorpius’ prostate in reward. Harry congratulated himself silently when Scorpius rocked forwards, throwing his head back in a keening wail.
Withdrawing his fingers from Scorpius’ arse, Harry smacked Scorpius sharply on the bottom when the boy tried to push back onto Harry's prick. Harry pushed Scorpius’ face into the carpet with the hand still holding his knickers, delighting in the knowledge that Scorpius could smell his own musk and arousal clinging to the lacy fabric.
“Admit you want it out loud, Scorpius, and I’ll give it to you.” Harry promised, dragging his hot, heavy erection up and down the cleft of Scorpius’ arse.
“I want it, Gods, I want it, Harry!” Scorpius moaned, looking like the most wanton slut in the world with his face pressed in the carpet and his arse raised in shameless invitation.
Never one to break his word, Harry shuffled closer and pushed the head of his cock into the tight ring of muscle. “Beg me for it.” Harry ordered, not sure he could stop himself from fucking Scorpius into the floor if he refused.
“Oh please, Harry, please, please, fuck me!” Scorpius begged, his words sounding like sobs as he wiggled his arse imploringly.
“Good boy,” Harry growled, forcing Scorpius’ knickers into his groaning mouth as a makeshift gag. He planted one hand between milky shoulders to hold the boy in place, Harry began pounding his hips, starting up a fast, furious pace. Spurred on by the keening wails, muffled as they were by the wad of damp, musky lace, Harry fucked into the flaxen-haired boy with wild abandon.
“Holy hell, Scorpius, you were fucking asking for this all night…” Harry forced out between laboured breaths as he drove himself further into tight warmth. “Strutting around, flaunting yourself like some filthy Knockturn tart...”
Scorpius howled around his mouthful, pleading guilty to the delicious allegations.
“Fucking beautiful is what you are…” Harry growled, his hips hammering faster and faster with every word. “Gorgeous in that corset… those fucking heels, fucking skirt…”
If Scorpius wasn't seconds away from an explosive orgasm, he would have vehemently pointed out that it was a kilt and not a skirt.
It wouldn't have mattered though, because Harry was fast losing coherency and any vestige of restraint he had left as he seized hold of Scorpius’ hips in a vice grip and pummeled his prostate ruthlessly.
Unable to shout a warning, Scorpius could only muffle a curse before his insides clenched and spasmed around Harry’s length, hot white ribbons of come shooting from his swollen prick in electrifying pulses.
“Harry…” Scorpius tried to shout his lover’s name at the peak of his climax, but it was lost in the raunchy underwear still lodged in his mouth.
Perhaps Harry understood him though; with a savage bellow, he launched forwards and smothered Scorpius with his warm weight, decorating the back of his neck with reverent kisses that soothed the occasional muttered curse: “Dirty-” kiss “-filthy-” kiss “-mine!”
Scorpius nodded wildly, clenching around the throbbing rod of flesh as hot, violent bursts of seed spurted against his quivering inner walls. Yours.
“Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy!”
Eyes flying open in alarm, Scorpius reared up, knocking a post-coital Harry onto his side and coming face to horrified face with Draco Malfoy.
“Dad!” Scorpius blurted, and then realized his mouth was still crammed with underwear when it came out as “Dugh!” Blushing furiously, he spat the lingerie onto the floor.
“Oh my God…” Draco closed his eyes, a vein in his temple throbbing as Harry gasped and pulled his pants back into place around his waist.
“What are you doing here?” Scorpius squeaked, wishing he were wearing anything in the world besides a kilt, a corset, and high-fucking-heels.
Draco curled his lip in distaste and withdrew a letter from the front of his robes.
“Dad,” Draco began in a mocking voice, “I know that my new relationship has been a bit of a shock for you. I understand your concerns, and I know you want to protect me, but let me assure you, Harry is a good man and a gentleman. Please, come over and see us, so you can see for yourself that our relationship is one borne out of love and mutual respect. Yours sincerely, etcetera.” Draco sneered.
“You asked your dad over and didn’t tell me?” Harry accused, blushing madly.
“I didn’t know you were coming over tonight.” Scorpius crossed his arms as though this would shield his come-splattered garments from his fathers view.
“That, my son, is painfully obvious. Unless this was part of your cunning plan to demonstrate just how much your gentleman shows his love and respect for you?” Twin patches of red formed on Draco’s cheeks as he turned a disgusted gaze onto the worn panties that not thirty seconds ago had been wadded inside his son's mouth.
“I love him, Dad.” Scorpius said, looking Draco in the eye as he said it. “And he loves me. And I’m sorry you had to see this, but what Harry and I do together in private isn’t for you to judge.”
Harry’s heart swelled with pride. For Scorpius to say that to his father would have been difficult in the best of situations. Never mind trussed up in a tarty outfit with his own come on his abdomen, Harry’s running down his legs.
Draco stared long and hard at his son. “What are you doing tomorrow night, Scorpius?”
Deciding that telling his father about Harry’s new vibrator probably wasn’t the anticipated response, Scorpius answered, “Nothing I can’t reschedule.”
Draco nodded. “You will come over for dinner then. Alone.” he added pointedly, before going on. “Your mother misses you. And… there are things to be discussed.”
Scorpius nodded. “I’ll be there.”
Draco inclined his head. “Perhaps you can pick up some clothes while you’re over.” He arched an eyebrow at Scorpius’ corset, before turning and leaving the room. The whoosh of the Floo was Scorpius’ cue to fall onto the floor with a groan.
“I can’t believe that just happened.”
“Hey now, it could have been worse.” Harry was unable to contain a smirk as he mimicked his boyfriend’s words back to him.
“Oh ha-ha.” Scorpius drawled, looking uncannily like his father before shrugging and scrambling onto Harry’s lap with an impish grin. “At least he didn’t put your fist in your nose this time.”
“True,” Harry agreed as his cock reawakened under a lapful of debauched teenage boy. “But I think you deserve a fist somewhere else for sending that letter without telling me.”
Author: k8matty
Pairing: Harry/Scorpius
Beta:: A million thanks go to broken_anchor
Rating: N-17
Warnings: Explicit sex, cross!dressing, very mild NC roleplay, dirty talk
Word Count: 1835
~*~
“…well, that could have gone a lot worse.”
“Easy for you to say.” Harry grumbled, pulling the red-splattered towel away from his throbbing nose.
“I said I should have told him by myself.” Scorpius tutted. He pointed his wand to Harry’s face, muttering under his breath and touching it gingerly. “You okay?” Scorpius asked quietly, his eyes shuttered against an emotion he didn’t want to examine right now.
Harry gently took Scorpius’ hand, moving his thumb in reassuring circles. “Don’t worry about me. It wouldn’t be the first time your dad’s broken my nose.” He sighed. “I just hope he doesn’t take this to the Prophet.”
Scorpius shook his head. “He’d be too ashamed to do that.” He said quietly.
Harry frowned and drew Scorpius into his lap. “We have nothing to be ashamed of.” Harry said firmly. “If your father cares for you as much as he insists, he’ll come round. Just you see.”
Scorpius pressed his face into Harry’s shirt, hoping his lover was right.
~*~
Two days later, Scorpius still hadn’t returned to the Manor, though he’d be lying if he said that he was overly-desperate to leave Grimmauld place. Free from having to sneak around in an effort to hide their relationship from Draco, Harry and Scorpius had become increasingly wanton in their love-making; often sprawled naked in varying rooms of the house, they spent the majority of their time coaxing orgasms from each other in a frenzied slapping of bodies.
Today, Scorpius was taking great delight in modeling Harry’s latest gift, a snug-fitting black corset, trimmed with green ribbons; after having matched it with his favorite kilt, Scorpius had completed the stunning ensemble with stockings, heels, and lacy black knickers.
He’d pranced about the house for well over an hour, laughing and dancing playfully out of Harry’s hungry reach. Scorpius knew that the more he denied Harry his right to claim his lithe figure encased by such lovely garments, the more possessive and frantic their coupling would be.
“Enough, Scorpius.” Harry rasped, the sudden slam of his hand on the table making Scorpius jump and squeal prettily in surprise. His mind made up, Harry stalked determinedly to where Scorpius stood in his silky corset, strappy high-heels and shining black stockings.
Heart fluttering, Scorpius turned on his heel and fled, shoes clacking on wood as he made his pitiful escape. He knew he wouldn’t get away, as a matter of fact; he was counting on it, and the snarl of outrage from behind confirmed Scorpius’ hopes that a furiously aroused Harry was hot on his tail.
Scorpius made it as far to the living room before Harry seized him and tackled him to the ground. Scorpius squealed, crawling across the carpet in a last-ditch effort, before Harry seized one stocking-clad ankle and yanked the infuriating boy down into place beneath him.
“You’re not going anywhere, Scorpius.” Harry promised darkly, leaning onto Scorpius' back. The pressure knocked the boy flat on his stomach as Harry's erection ground demandingly against Scorpius' arse.
Scorpius' moans of assent disguised themselves as pleas for mercy. He cried out and squirmed against the carpet as Harry kissed a hot, wet trail down his back. When Harry reached the tender flesh of Scorpius’ thighs, he delivered a sharp bite.
“You and your little games,” Harry growled, running a flat tongue over the angry mark even as he delivered a hard slap on the unblemished thigh. “Do you have any idea what they do to me?”
Oh yes, Scorpius knew. If he weren't dazed with arousal, he would tell Harry just how sexy he was when he was flushed and impatient. Scorpius would admit how hot he became when forced beneath Harry and speared mercilessly on that reddened, angry cock. As it was, Scorpius could only keen loudly and dribble precome into his lacy knickers, which seemed to be more than enough of an answer for Harry.
“Such a needy slut, pretending he doesn’t want it,” Harry snarled accusingly, pulling away Scorpius’ knickers and flushing with arousal as he rubbed the damp patch of Scorpius' precome between his fingers. “You’re not fooling anyone, you know that don’t you?”
“Yes!” Scorpius gasped, although whether that was in agreement or because Harry was now playing with his opening, he wasn’t sure.
A whispered lubrication spell later and Scorpius moaned loudly as two fingers pushed rudely into his greedy, grasping hole. Scorpius writhed in wanton pleasure, drawing his knees forwards and tilting his arse up towards Harry in a silent bid for more.
“Such a naughty lad,” Harry praised, jabbing Scorpius’ prostate in reward. Harry congratulated himself silently when Scorpius rocked forwards, throwing his head back in a keening wail.
Withdrawing his fingers from Scorpius’ arse, Harry smacked Scorpius sharply on the bottom when the boy tried to push back onto Harry's prick. Harry pushed Scorpius’ face into the carpet with the hand still holding his knickers, delighting in the knowledge that Scorpius could smell his own musk and arousal clinging to the lacy fabric.
“Admit you want it out loud, Scorpius, and I’ll give it to you.” Harry promised, dragging his hot, heavy erection up and down the cleft of Scorpius’ arse.
“I want it, Gods, I want it, Harry!” Scorpius moaned, looking like the most wanton slut in the world with his face pressed in the carpet and his arse raised in shameless invitation.
Never one to break his word, Harry shuffled closer and pushed the head of his cock into the tight ring of muscle. “Beg me for it.” Harry ordered, not sure he could stop himself from fucking Scorpius into the floor if he refused.
“Oh please, Harry, please, please, fuck me!” Scorpius begged, his words sounding like sobs as he wiggled his arse imploringly.
“Good boy,” Harry growled, forcing Scorpius’ knickers into his groaning mouth as a makeshift gag. He planted one hand between milky shoulders to hold the boy in place, Harry began pounding his hips, starting up a fast, furious pace. Spurred on by the keening wails, muffled as they were by the wad of damp, musky lace, Harry fucked into the flaxen-haired boy with wild abandon.
“Holy hell, Scorpius, you were fucking asking for this all night…” Harry forced out between laboured breaths as he drove himself further into tight warmth. “Strutting around, flaunting yourself like some filthy Knockturn tart...”
Scorpius howled around his mouthful, pleading guilty to the delicious allegations.
“Fucking beautiful is what you are…” Harry growled, his hips hammering faster and faster with every word. “Gorgeous in that corset… those fucking heels, fucking skirt…”
If Scorpius wasn't seconds away from an explosive orgasm, he would have vehemently pointed out that it was a kilt and not a skirt.
It wouldn't have mattered though, because Harry was fast losing coherency and any vestige of restraint he had left as he seized hold of Scorpius’ hips in a vice grip and pummeled his prostate ruthlessly.
Unable to shout a warning, Scorpius could only muffle a curse before his insides clenched and spasmed around Harry’s length, hot white ribbons of come shooting from his swollen prick in electrifying pulses.
“Harry…” Scorpius tried to shout his lover’s name at the peak of his climax, but it was lost in the raunchy underwear still lodged in his mouth.
Perhaps Harry understood him though; with a savage bellow, he launched forwards and smothered Scorpius with his warm weight, decorating the back of his neck with reverent kisses that soothed the occasional muttered curse: “Dirty-” kiss “-filthy-” kiss “-mine!”
Scorpius nodded wildly, clenching around the throbbing rod of flesh as hot, violent bursts of seed spurted against his quivering inner walls. Yours.
“Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy!”
Eyes flying open in alarm, Scorpius reared up, knocking a post-coital Harry onto his side and coming face to horrified face with Draco Malfoy.
“Dad!” Scorpius blurted, and then realized his mouth was still crammed with underwear when it came out as “Dugh!” Blushing furiously, he spat the lingerie onto the floor.
“Oh my God…” Draco closed his eyes, a vein in his temple throbbing as Harry gasped and pulled his pants back into place around his waist.
“What are you doing here?” Scorpius squeaked, wishing he were wearing anything in the world besides a kilt, a corset, and high-fucking-heels.
Draco curled his lip in distaste and withdrew a letter from the front of his robes.
“Dad,” Draco began in a mocking voice, “I know that my new relationship has been a bit of a shock for you. I understand your concerns, and I know you want to protect me, but let me assure you, Harry is a good man and a gentleman. Please, come over and see us, so you can see for yourself that our relationship is one borne out of love and mutual respect. Yours sincerely, etcetera.” Draco sneered.
“You asked your dad over and didn’t tell me?” Harry accused, blushing madly.
“I didn’t know you were coming over tonight.” Scorpius crossed his arms as though this would shield his come-splattered garments from his fathers view.
“That, my son, is painfully obvious. Unless this was part of your cunning plan to demonstrate just how much your gentleman shows his love and respect for you?” Twin patches of red formed on Draco’s cheeks as he turned a disgusted gaze onto the worn panties that not thirty seconds ago had been wadded inside his son's mouth.
“I love him, Dad.” Scorpius said, looking Draco in the eye as he said it. “And he loves me. And I’m sorry you had to see this, but what Harry and I do together in private isn’t for you to judge.”
Harry’s heart swelled with pride. For Scorpius to say that to his father would have been difficult in the best of situations. Never mind trussed up in a tarty outfit with his own come on his abdomen, Harry’s running down his legs.
Draco stared long and hard at his son. “What are you doing tomorrow night, Scorpius?”
Deciding that telling his father about Harry’s new vibrator probably wasn’t the anticipated response, Scorpius answered, “Nothing I can’t reschedule.”
Draco nodded. “You will come over for dinner then. Alone.” he added pointedly, before going on. “Your mother misses you. And… there are things to be discussed.”
Scorpius nodded. “I’ll be there.”
Draco inclined his head. “Perhaps you can pick up some clothes while you’re over.” He arched an eyebrow at Scorpius’ corset, before turning and leaving the room. The whoosh of the Floo was Scorpius’ cue to fall onto the floor with a groan.
“I can’t believe that just happened.”
“Hey now, it could have been worse.” Harry was unable to contain a smirk as he mimicked his boyfriend’s words back to him.
“Oh ha-ha.” Scorpius drawled, looking uncannily like his father before shrugging and scrambling onto Harry’s lap with an impish grin. “At least he didn’t put your fist in your nose this time.”
“True,” Harry agreed as his cock reawakened under a lapful of debauched teenage boy. “But I think you deserve a fist somewhere else for sending that letter without telling me.”