Fic: 'The Ballad of Harry and Scorpius' HP/SM NC17
I need a new special hell icon. And a Harry/Scorpius icon. *shoves aside study and goes icon!hunting*
Title - The Ballad of Harry and Scorpius
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - potion_lady
Rating - NC17
Word Count - ~1,000
Characters/Pairings - Harry/Scorpius
Warnings - Slash, Frotting
Disclaimer - I own nothing but the plot lines. I make no money from this, and mean no offence by any scene depicted within this story. All characters depicted in sexual situations herein are above the age of consent.
Summary - Jealousy causes Harry to act rashly…
Author's Notes - Written for my mission_insane Inspired by Songs table, which can be found here. The song I've used is The Ballad of John and Yoko by The Beatles, lyrics can be found here, more specifically the lines Christ you know it ain't easy // You know how hard it can be // The way things are going // They're gonna crucify me Though it's inspired by a song, it is not a songfic, *grin*
"Christ, you know, it isn’t easy!" Harry fumed through the side of his mouth, resisting the urge to reach out and pinch the smirk off Scorpius' face. "Do you know how hard it can be?"
"I know how hard you can be," Scorpius purred, flicking his tongue out to twine around the straw in his cocktail and draw it into his mouth.
Biting his cheek to keep in his moan, Harry tried to look like he was just engaging in pleasant small talk with a fellow attendee at yet another ridiculous Ministry function his job required him to attend. He'd begged Scorpius not to come; known his lover would use every wile he had to melt Harry, revelling in the knowledge Harry was aroused beyond belief and unable to do anything about it. "Scorpius… just give it a rest. Stop flirting with me, do you want us found out?"
Scorpius shook his head, affecting innocence as he glided away from the bar, ending their hissed conversation and leaving Harry feeling slightly off-kilter. Still, he'd won, so he was going to try and enjoy the rest of the party.
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Harry was so angry the wineglass stem had snapped in his grip. But that pressure was nothing compared to the friction being created by his grinding teeth. To think he'd actually been stupid enough to think he'd won against Scorpius Malfoy would have made him laugh out loud, had he not been so angry his eyes were crossing. Some man, some filthy little drone from the Department of Finance, was chatting up Scorpius. Was actually trying to flirt with Scorpius, was laughing and fluttering his eyes as though anyone could touch Scorpius, as though Scorpius wasn't Harry's exclusive property.
And worse, Scorpius was flirting right back! Obviously intent on diving Harry mad from anger, not lust, he had taken don't flirt with me to be permission to flirt with everyone else!
When the slimy little wizard actually reached up and stroked Scorpius' hair, Harry lost his mind. Letting the broken wineglass fall to the floor, he strode through the crowd and clamped his hand over the wizard's shoulder. In a move he'd never have been able to pull off were anger not running his mind for him, Harry swung the wizard around and away from Scorpius and brought his right arm up, balling his hand into a fist and connecting it with the wizard's face. The wizard fell backwards, sliding a few feet along the shiny wooden floor before stopping when his head connected with the base of a marble statue. Sneering at him, Harry turned to Scorpius and grabbed his arm, growling, "Mine!"
Scorpius looked part-terrified, part-aroused, and Harry leant down to kiss away the terror, claiming Scorpius' mouth possessively. He felt Scorpius melt against him and wound his arms around Scorpius' waist, holding them together and picturing his bedroom as he Apparated them both away.
He overshot his bedroom by a few feet, and they ended up in the hallway. Not caring, Harry just focused on ripping Scorpius' clothes off, hearing the matching sounds of Scorpius attacking his own. "Arrogant fucker, touching you."
"You didn’t say not to… not to flirt with anyone else," Scorpius retorted, his usual cheek present in full force as he wrapped his hand around Harry's aching dick and stroked firmly.
Growling again, Harry stepped back and spun Scorpius around to press face-first against the wall. Tugging on pale hips to bring Scorpius' arse forwards, Harry draped himself over Scorpius' back and nipped his shoulder sharply. "Dirty little tease."
"You love it," Scorpius gasped, wriggling his arse so that Harry's cock was lay snugly between Scorpius buttocks.
Opening his mouth to perform a lubrication spell, Harry changed his mind and directed the spell at his dick instead of Scorpius' arse. The cool gel squelched between them, and Harry rocked his hips experimentally, groaning at the slick friction. Pinning Scorpius' right wrist to the wall and clutching his left hip, Harry rolled his hips faster and faster, loving the way Scorpius whimpered and writhed underneath his body.
"Harry, please!"
"Don’t you like teasing?"
"No! Harry… gods, fuck me, Harry. Slide your dick into me and ride my arse."
Scorpius had a dirty mouth, and the begging words made Harry's dick jump, bringing his orgasm that much closer as Scorpius begged and whined. Sucking wet kisses over Scorpius' neck and shoulder, sloppy actions that would mark Scorpius clearly, Harry purred, "I'm going to come all over your pert arse."
Scorpius moaned, pushing himself back against Harry in offering, and that was enough. Leaning back so that he could see, Harry reached down and tugged his prick once, twice, three times before he came, creamy white spilling over Scorpius' buttocks and cleft as they both made noises of pleasure. Harry slumped backwards, sliding down the opposite wall to sprawl in the hallway, eyes closed and lips twisted in a sated smile. He cracked one eye open in time to see an angry red cock in front of his face, and then grey eyes as Scorpius sat on his lap and pouted. "My turn?"
~~~~~~~~~~
Harry was woken by an explosion, and just caught sight of a disgruntled owl flying off as the remains of a Howler fluttered to the bedroom floor. He'd thought the screeching was in his dreams, but it was apparently in his bedroom, being brought in by the stream of owls entering and exiting through the open bedroom window in an orderly fashion. Scorpius had jolted awake next to him and looked as confused as Harry felt.
"Whuzzat?"
Grace and prose were not Scorpius' strong points in the morning, and as he fumbled himself out of the covers, Harry stood up and crossed to the window. Outside was a gaggle of reporters and bystanders, some with… "They're picketing me."
"What?"
"Yesterday. Oh shit. Oh shit, Scorpius, I outed us!"
Scorpius looked only slightly less worried than Harry felt, and Harry reached out for Scorpius' arm as he looked down at the mob below.
"Some of the placards are supportive."
"One says my cock should be fed to a hag."
"I take offence at that!" Scorpius quipped, getting a slight smile from Harry.
Running his hand up through his hair, Harry groaned. "They're going to crucify me."
"Lucky you like a bit of pain then, isn’t it."
Title - The Ballad of Harry and Scorpius
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - potion_lady
Rating - NC17
Word Count - ~1,000
Characters/Pairings - Harry/Scorpius
Warnings - Slash, Frotting
Disclaimer - I own nothing but the plot lines. I make no money from this, and mean no offence by any scene depicted within this story. All characters depicted in sexual situations herein are above the age of consent.
Summary - Jealousy causes Harry to act rashly…
Author's Notes - Written for my mission_insane Inspired by Songs table, which can be found here. The song I've used is The Ballad of John and Yoko by The Beatles, lyrics can be found here, more specifically the lines Christ you know it ain't easy // You know how hard it can be // The way things are going // They're gonna crucify me Though it's inspired by a song, it is not a songfic, *grin*
"Christ, you know, it isn’t easy!" Harry fumed through the side of his mouth, resisting the urge to reach out and pinch the smirk off Scorpius' face. "Do you know how hard it can be?"
"I know how hard you can be," Scorpius purred, flicking his tongue out to twine around the straw in his cocktail and draw it into his mouth.
Biting his cheek to keep in his moan, Harry tried to look like he was just engaging in pleasant small talk with a fellow attendee at yet another ridiculous Ministry function his job required him to attend. He'd begged Scorpius not to come; known his lover would use every wile he had to melt Harry, revelling in the knowledge Harry was aroused beyond belief and unable to do anything about it. "Scorpius… just give it a rest. Stop flirting with me, do you want us found out?"
Scorpius shook his head, affecting innocence as he glided away from the bar, ending their hissed conversation and leaving Harry feeling slightly off-kilter. Still, he'd won, so he was going to try and enjoy the rest of the party.
~~~~~~~~~~
Harry was so angry the wineglass stem had snapped in his grip. But that pressure was nothing compared to the friction being created by his grinding teeth. To think he'd actually been stupid enough to think he'd won against Scorpius Malfoy would have made him laugh out loud, had he not been so angry his eyes were crossing. Some man, some filthy little drone from the Department of Finance, was chatting up Scorpius. Was actually trying to flirt with Scorpius, was laughing and fluttering his eyes as though anyone could touch Scorpius, as though Scorpius wasn't Harry's exclusive property.
And worse, Scorpius was flirting right back! Obviously intent on diving Harry mad from anger, not lust, he had taken don't flirt with me to be permission to flirt with everyone else!
When the slimy little wizard actually reached up and stroked Scorpius' hair, Harry lost his mind. Letting the broken wineglass fall to the floor, he strode through the crowd and clamped his hand over the wizard's shoulder. In a move he'd never have been able to pull off were anger not running his mind for him, Harry swung the wizard around and away from Scorpius and brought his right arm up, balling his hand into a fist and connecting it with the wizard's face. The wizard fell backwards, sliding a few feet along the shiny wooden floor before stopping when his head connected with the base of a marble statue. Sneering at him, Harry turned to Scorpius and grabbed his arm, growling, "Mine!"
Scorpius looked part-terrified, part-aroused, and Harry leant down to kiss away the terror, claiming Scorpius' mouth possessively. He felt Scorpius melt against him and wound his arms around Scorpius' waist, holding them together and picturing his bedroom as he Apparated them both away.
He overshot his bedroom by a few feet, and they ended up in the hallway. Not caring, Harry just focused on ripping Scorpius' clothes off, hearing the matching sounds of Scorpius attacking his own. "Arrogant fucker, touching you."
"You didn’t say not to… not to flirt with anyone else," Scorpius retorted, his usual cheek present in full force as he wrapped his hand around Harry's aching dick and stroked firmly.
Growling again, Harry stepped back and spun Scorpius around to press face-first against the wall. Tugging on pale hips to bring Scorpius' arse forwards, Harry draped himself over Scorpius' back and nipped his shoulder sharply. "Dirty little tease."
"You love it," Scorpius gasped, wriggling his arse so that Harry's cock was lay snugly between Scorpius buttocks.
Opening his mouth to perform a lubrication spell, Harry changed his mind and directed the spell at his dick instead of Scorpius' arse. The cool gel squelched between them, and Harry rocked his hips experimentally, groaning at the slick friction. Pinning Scorpius' right wrist to the wall and clutching his left hip, Harry rolled his hips faster and faster, loving the way Scorpius whimpered and writhed underneath his body.
"Harry, please!"
"Don’t you like teasing?"
"No! Harry… gods, fuck me, Harry. Slide your dick into me and ride my arse."
Scorpius had a dirty mouth, and the begging words made Harry's dick jump, bringing his orgasm that much closer as Scorpius begged and whined. Sucking wet kisses over Scorpius' neck and shoulder, sloppy actions that would mark Scorpius clearly, Harry purred, "I'm going to come all over your pert arse."
Scorpius moaned, pushing himself back against Harry in offering, and that was enough. Leaning back so that he could see, Harry reached down and tugged his prick once, twice, three times before he came, creamy white spilling over Scorpius' buttocks and cleft as they both made noises of pleasure. Harry slumped backwards, sliding down the opposite wall to sprawl in the hallway, eyes closed and lips twisted in a sated smile. He cracked one eye open in time to see an angry red cock in front of his face, and then grey eyes as Scorpius sat on his lap and pouted. "My turn?"
~~~~~~~~~~
Harry was woken by an explosion, and just caught sight of a disgruntled owl flying off as the remains of a Howler fluttered to the bedroom floor. He'd thought the screeching was in his dreams, but it was apparently in his bedroom, being brought in by the stream of owls entering and exiting through the open bedroom window in an orderly fashion. Scorpius had jolted awake next to him and looked as confused as Harry felt.
"Whuzzat?"
Grace and prose were not Scorpius' strong points in the morning, and as he fumbled himself out of the covers, Harry stood up and crossed to the window. Outside was a gaggle of reporters and bystanders, some with… "They're picketing me."
"What?"
"Yesterday. Oh shit. Oh shit, Scorpius, I outed us!"
Scorpius looked only slightly less worried than Harry felt, and Harry reached out for Scorpius' arm as he looked down at the mob below.
"Some of the placards are supportive."
"One says my cock should be fed to a hag."
"I take offence at that!" Scorpius quipped, getting a slight smile from Harry.
Running his hand up through his hair, Harry groaned. "They're going to crucify me."
"Lucky you like a bit of pain then, isn’t it."