Fic: 'Extra Credit' HW/SM NC17
Title: Extra Credit
Author: softly_sweetly
Beta: nolagal
Pairing: Hugo/Scorpius
Length: ~1,100
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are the property of J.K. Rowling. I make no money from this piece of fanfiction.
Warnings: Oral, Masturbation, Teacher/Student (though Hugo is 18 in this), Facial, Coercion
Summary: "You want extra credit, don't you Mr Weasley?"
Author Notes: Counts to prompt #83 Satisfaction from my 100quills Next Generation Table and Day 31 over at mmom.
Written for Prompt 18 over at hugo_love's prompt challenge.
Twisting his fingers into his robes, Hugo prayed he wasn't blushing. It was an embarrassing habit, inherited from his Dad, and never failed to give away his feelings. Looking up, Hugo wagered either he wasn't blushing, or Scorpius wasn't reacting to it. "You want me to what, Professor?"
"You want extra credit, don't you Mr Weasley?" Scorpius neatly side-stepped Hugo's question, not that Hugo was surprised. To answer the question would be yielding ground to Hugo, and Scorpius would not do that. "You want to complete school top of your year and earn a glowing reference for your chosen career?"
"Yes, Sir. But I didn't hear what you asked." That was a lie, but Hugo tried it anyway. Perhaps Scorpius wouldn't have the shame to repeat the request twice. Ever since he'd started teaching at Hogwarts, Scorpius had delighted in pushing Hugo's buttons, trying to force Hugo to lose his composure, lose the levelheadedness from his mother and fall into the quick temper and unplanned words of his father. Disconcertingly, Scorpius usually achieved this.
"I didn't ask. I told you that your detention assignment was to remove your clothes, get down on your knees, and show me that your mouth is good for something other than excusing your lack of homework."
The entire school thought Scorpius was too big for his boots, too settled in the role of power-holder when he'd been a teacher all of three months, and Hugo was inclined to agree with them. Resisting the urge to argue, Hugo went for levelheadedness. His mother would be proud. "The school rules clearly state that..."
"...That the Head Boy must uphold all rules and not break them by sneaking off school grounds via a secret passageway, by breaking curfew with the Ravenclaw prefect, or by disobeying any teacher."
Gawping at Scorpius, Hugo shook his head softly. "You can't prove any of that."
"I don't need to. My word is greater than yours."
"I'm leaving."
Hugo stood up and began walking towards the door, but Scorpius' silky voice stopped him in his tracks. "Walking out of a detention necessitates a letter home to parents. What would your parents say if they found out exactly where you've been putting your wand while the Slytherin Quidditch team watch?"
Clenching his fists, Hugo turned around and glared at Scorpius. "You wouldn't."
"Dear Mr and Mrs Weasley. I regret to inform you that your son was caught breaking curfew in the school library, sprawled out on a table with his wand up his..."
"Fine!" Hugo's shoulders dropped, his fists unclenching in defeat. "If this is the only way you can con someone into sucking you off, then fine. What's up, Sir? Jealous that I'm a year younger than you and get laid far more often?"
"Jealous of a Weasley? I think not. However, I'm such a fool for the trends and, as every other man in this castle has had you, I think it's only fair I sample your wares as well."
Hugo bristled at the insinuation, anger and shame battling for prominence in his mind. Yes, he'd had a few partners, but Scorpius' reputation was far worse. And yet, Hugo knew he couldn't win this. Scorpius had the power of a teaching position behind him, however wet behind the ears he still was. And Scorpius always won. No matter the fight, every time Hugo came up against him, Scorpius won.
Turning around, Hugo stalked back to Scorpius' desk, undoing his robes as he went. Angrily, he tried to will his arousal away; he'd do this, but he wouldn't enjoy it. But the look on Scorpius' face, the greedy want, made it hard for Hugo not to react. Dropping down to his knees, Hugo waited as Scorpius' long fingers quickly his trousers and pulled out his prick.
Shrugging out of his robes, Hugo leaned forwards and took Scorpius into his mouth, hoping this time that the blush on his cheeks was embarrassment. That was better than arousal. Swirling his tongue around the head, Hugo put the situation out of his mind. With his eyes closed, he could pretend this was some nameless, faceless cock, just something to suck on with no consequences. And for all his talk, Scorpius' hands were gentle as they clenched in Hugo's hair, not forcing his movements but not letting him pull back either.
Sliding down Scorpius' shaft, Hugo forgot he was supposed to be hating this. Scorpius tasted good, felt good on his tongue, and with one hand on Scorpius' knee to balance himself, Hugo left his other hand drift down to squeeze his prick. Fighting his gag reflex, Hugo buried his nose in Scorpius' tight curls, loving the way Scorpius whimpered helplessly. He wasn't the powerless one right now, and Hugo knew he wielded his power well. Drawing back up, he grazed his teeth lightly over Scorpius' sensitive glans, catching up the salty pre-come gathered there and swallowing it greedily. Using the tip of his tongue to toy with Scorpius' slit, Hugo let Scorpius force his head, let himself be pulled back down roughly, taking all of Scorpius in.
Moving his hand from Scorpius' knee to cup his sac, Hugo squeezed the solid ovals gently, feeling Scorpius shake as his orgasm built up. At the last minute, Hugo drew back suddenly, flicking his tongue over Scorpius' slit before Scorpius' came, ribbons of pearly white streaming over Hugo's cheeks and lips, dripping down onto his chest. The look of surprise and delight on Scorpius' face was enough to push Hugo over the edge, and he came hard while his free hand rubbed the sticky droplets over his nipples, pinching them roughly.
"Fucking hell, Hugo."
The game was clearly up, and Hugo grinned widely. "You thought I'd let you boss me around without getting my own back?"
Scorpius laughed breathily, leaning forwards in his chair to kiss Hugo, the taste of his come mingling between them. Pulling back to speak, Scorpius stayed close enough that his lips brushed Hugo's as he spoke. "Taking this job was the best idea I've ever had. You'll be in detention more often."
"What about my extra credit?" Hugo asked cheekily, pulling his robes on and standing up carefully, using the desk for support as pins and needles crackled through his legs for a minute. "I think I earned it."
"I can't do extra credit. How about a long, hard fuck in the teachers' bathroom?"
Flicking out his tongue to lap up some of the mess from his chin, Hugo beamed. "That sounds like extra credit to me!"
Author: softly_sweetly
Beta: nolagal
Pairing: Hugo/Scorpius
Length: ~1,100
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are the property of J.K. Rowling. I make no money from this piece of fanfiction.
Warnings: Oral, Masturbation, Teacher/Student (though Hugo is 18 in this), Facial, Coercion
Summary: "You want extra credit, don't you Mr Weasley?"
Author Notes: Counts to prompt #83 Satisfaction from my 100quills Next Generation Table and Day 31 over at mmom.
Written for Prompt 18 over at hugo_love's prompt challenge.
Twisting his fingers into his robes, Hugo prayed he wasn't blushing. It was an embarrassing habit, inherited from his Dad, and never failed to give away his feelings. Looking up, Hugo wagered either he wasn't blushing, or Scorpius wasn't reacting to it. "You want me to what, Professor?"
"You want extra credit, don't you Mr Weasley?" Scorpius neatly side-stepped Hugo's question, not that Hugo was surprised. To answer the question would be yielding ground to Hugo, and Scorpius would not do that. "You want to complete school top of your year and earn a glowing reference for your chosen career?"
"Yes, Sir. But I didn't hear what you asked." That was a lie, but Hugo tried it anyway. Perhaps Scorpius wouldn't have the shame to repeat the request twice. Ever since he'd started teaching at Hogwarts, Scorpius had delighted in pushing Hugo's buttons, trying to force Hugo to lose his composure, lose the levelheadedness from his mother and fall into the quick temper and unplanned words of his father. Disconcertingly, Scorpius usually achieved this.
"I didn't ask. I told you that your detention assignment was to remove your clothes, get down on your knees, and show me that your mouth is good for something other than excusing your lack of homework."
The entire school thought Scorpius was too big for his boots, too settled in the role of power-holder when he'd been a teacher all of three months, and Hugo was inclined to agree with them. Resisting the urge to argue, Hugo went for levelheadedness. His mother would be proud. "The school rules clearly state that..."
"...That the Head Boy must uphold all rules and not break them by sneaking off school grounds via a secret passageway, by breaking curfew with the Ravenclaw prefect, or by disobeying any teacher."
Gawping at Scorpius, Hugo shook his head softly. "You can't prove any of that."
"I don't need to. My word is greater than yours."
"I'm leaving."
Hugo stood up and began walking towards the door, but Scorpius' silky voice stopped him in his tracks. "Walking out of a detention necessitates a letter home to parents. What would your parents say if they found out exactly where you've been putting your wand while the Slytherin Quidditch team watch?"
Clenching his fists, Hugo turned around and glared at Scorpius. "You wouldn't."
"Dear Mr and Mrs Weasley. I regret to inform you that your son was caught breaking curfew in the school library, sprawled out on a table with his wand up his..."
"Fine!" Hugo's shoulders dropped, his fists unclenching in defeat. "If this is the only way you can con someone into sucking you off, then fine. What's up, Sir? Jealous that I'm a year younger than you and get laid far more often?"
"Jealous of a Weasley? I think not. However, I'm such a fool for the trends and, as every other man in this castle has had you, I think it's only fair I sample your wares as well."
Hugo bristled at the insinuation, anger and shame battling for prominence in his mind. Yes, he'd had a few partners, but Scorpius' reputation was far worse. And yet, Hugo knew he couldn't win this. Scorpius had the power of a teaching position behind him, however wet behind the ears he still was. And Scorpius always won. No matter the fight, every time Hugo came up against him, Scorpius won.
Turning around, Hugo stalked back to Scorpius' desk, undoing his robes as he went. Angrily, he tried to will his arousal away; he'd do this, but he wouldn't enjoy it. But the look on Scorpius' face, the greedy want, made it hard for Hugo not to react. Dropping down to his knees, Hugo waited as Scorpius' long fingers quickly his trousers and pulled out his prick.
Shrugging out of his robes, Hugo leaned forwards and took Scorpius into his mouth, hoping this time that the blush on his cheeks was embarrassment. That was better than arousal. Swirling his tongue around the head, Hugo put the situation out of his mind. With his eyes closed, he could pretend this was some nameless, faceless cock, just something to suck on with no consequences. And for all his talk, Scorpius' hands were gentle as they clenched in Hugo's hair, not forcing his movements but not letting him pull back either.
Sliding down Scorpius' shaft, Hugo forgot he was supposed to be hating this. Scorpius tasted good, felt good on his tongue, and with one hand on Scorpius' knee to balance himself, Hugo left his other hand drift down to squeeze his prick. Fighting his gag reflex, Hugo buried his nose in Scorpius' tight curls, loving the way Scorpius whimpered helplessly. He wasn't the powerless one right now, and Hugo knew he wielded his power well. Drawing back up, he grazed his teeth lightly over Scorpius' sensitive glans, catching up the salty pre-come gathered there and swallowing it greedily. Using the tip of his tongue to toy with Scorpius' slit, Hugo let Scorpius force his head, let himself be pulled back down roughly, taking all of Scorpius in.
Moving his hand from Scorpius' knee to cup his sac, Hugo squeezed the solid ovals gently, feeling Scorpius shake as his orgasm built up. At the last minute, Hugo drew back suddenly, flicking his tongue over Scorpius' slit before Scorpius' came, ribbons of pearly white streaming over Hugo's cheeks and lips, dripping down onto his chest. The look of surprise and delight on Scorpius' face was enough to push Hugo over the edge, and he came hard while his free hand rubbed the sticky droplets over his nipples, pinching them roughly.
"Fucking hell, Hugo."
The game was clearly up, and Hugo grinned widely. "You thought I'd let you boss me around without getting my own back?"
Scorpius laughed breathily, leaning forwards in his chair to kiss Hugo, the taste of his come mingling between them. Pulling back to speak, Scorpius stayed close enough that his lips brushed Hugo's as he spoke. "Taking this job was the best idea I've ever had. You'll be in detention more often."
"What about my extra credit?" Hugo asked cheekily, pulling his robes on and standing up carefully, using the desk for support as pins and needles crackled through his legs for a minute. "I think I earned it."
"I can't do extra credit. How about a long, hard fuck in the teachers' bathroom?"
Flicking out his tongue to lap up some of the mess from his chin, Hugo beamed. "That sounds like extra credit to me!"