Fic: 'Head Boy' HP/SM NC17
Title - Head Boy
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - kcstories
Rating - NC17
Word Count - ~1,300
Characters/Pairings - Harry/Scorpius
Warnings - Slash, Cross!gen, BJ
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 - In the midst of revision for his mock-NEWTS, Scorpius steals a few moments of Harry's time.
Author's Notes - Counts to prompt #48 Tender from my 100quills Harry/Scorpius Table and prompt #46 Swirl from my 100quills Next Generation Table
For lil_duffy19 ♥
Shaking his head, Harry tutted, half at himself and half at Scorpius. Nevertheless, he let himself be pushed into the empty Charms classroom by his young lover. "I'm meant to be patrolling, Scorpius."
"So am I. But I'm sure the other teachers and prefects can pick up our slack." Scorpius half-smirked, brushing his hair out of his face with his long, pale fingers. He looked especially delectable tonight. Long, lithe limbs were wrapped in dark grey trousers and a charcoal grey shirt. The smooth silk almost seemed to flow down his body, interrupted only by his shiny silver Head Boy badge.
Trailing his fingers over the silver badge, Harry surreptitiously cast Privacy charms on the classroom. He hoped Scorpius wouldn't notice, but of course Scorpius did, a small half-smile giving away his sharp observance. But Scorpius said nothing, letting Harry have his little charade of being the mature adult, instead of facing the reality that he was just as much of a lovesick teenager as Scorpius. If not more.
Reaching up to stroke the back of his hand along Scorpius' jaw, Harry stepped a little closer to Scorpius, so that he could feel the heat radiating off Scorpius' body. "You look good tonight."
"I look good every night, Professor."
"Some nights even more so." Harry leaned forwards so that his nose could travel the same path his hand had just taken.
Scorpius leaned into the touch, tipping his head so that his lips grazed Harry's cheek and his breath tickled Harry's ear as he whispered, "Do I look better on those nights when I'm spread out in your bed?"
Shivering slightly, Harry stroked his hand down Scorpius' arm, taking Scorpius' hand in his and twining their fingers together. "You do. You look even better when you're naked and writhing, lips inches from mine and mouthing my name."
Scorpius swayed slightly and Harry could feel the muscles in Scorpius' face tighten. He knew Scorpius was biting his lip, and Harry ramped up his seduction. Squeezing Scorpius' fingers tighter, Harry turned his head and sucked the lobe of Scorpius' ear into his mouth. Nibbling on the tender flesh gently, Harry smiled when Scorpius exhaled shakily and pressed his body flush against Harry's.
"Do that again," Scorpius breathed.
Harry had no intention of doing any such thing. Flicking his tongue out, he licked the sweet flesh behind Scorpius' ear, nipping the lobe again and tugging playfully.
"Har-ree!"
Harry could hear the pout in Scorpius' voice, and kissed his way along Scorpius' jaw. Finally meeting Scorpius' lips, Harry brought his hands up to cup Scorpius' face as they kissed sweetly. When his neck began to complain from being angled so that their glasses didn't clash, Harry reluctantly broke away from the kiss.
Immediately Scorpius removed his glasses and folded them up, flicking his wrist in an extravagant twist and making them Vanish.
"Show off," Harry teased, staying still as Scorpius reached out to remove his glasses. He'd learned the hard way that glasses discarded in the heat of passion usually ended up in his eye, so it wasn't until Scorpius' hands were well clear of his face that Harry moved again.
Thoughtfully, Scorpius eyed the glasses and slipped them on. Scorpius was close enough that Harry could see Scorpius clearly even without his glasses, and it was a delicious sight. Scorpius made Harry's battered, bent glasses look sexy in a way Harry could never manage. And when Scorpius tipped his head down, letting the glasses slip down his nose so he could peer over the rim, harry felt a shiver of arousal run from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. "They suit you."
"I'm a Malfoy," Scorpius began, an easy smirk spreading over his face. "Everything suits me."
"Even smugness!" Harry dodged the hand that swiped at his arm and stepped closer to Scorpius, crowding Scorpius' space and backing him against the wall. "Now, I assume you have a pressing reason for demanding my time, Mr Malfoy?"
Rolling his hips, Scorpius rubbed the stiffness in his trousers against Harry's own hardening cock. "The most pressing reason a boy can have, Sir."
"I love hearing you call me 'sir'," Harry whispered, dropping his hand down between them and fondling him affectionately. Scorpius moved into the touch, one hand tightening around Harry's bicep while the other clung to his shoulder.
"You're my favourite Professor, Sir."
Harry knew Scorpius was shamelessly trying to rile him up, but he didn't care. It was working. "Well, you're my favourite student. And I think you deserve some extra credit."
Expertly, Harry twisted his thumb and flicked open the button on Scorpius' trousers. He was a pro at removing Scorpius' clothes, and pulled down the zipper tantalisingly slowly, every click of the metal teeth coming apart seeming to echo around the room.
With the trousers finally open, Harry slipped his hand inside, cupping Scorpius' balls and squeezing softly. Scorpius was completely lax, leaning against the wall with his eyes closed and his lower lip caught between his teeth. Reaching up, Harry thumbed the flesh free of its pearly prison, smiling when Scorpius' tongue darted out and traced around the pad of his thumb.
Sliding his fingers through the slit in Scorpius' boxers - rich cotton, and far too plain to be on Scorpius' body, Harry felt - Harry closed his fingers around Scorpius' shaft and drew Scorpius' prick out to give himself better access.
Between Harry's duties as a Professor and Scorpius' duties as head Boy, as well as his revision for the mock-NEWTs, they barely had time to steal kisses in empty corridors, let alone do anything further. Harry had almost forgotten how Scorpius tasted, and he knew that heinous fact had to be rectified now.
With nothing more than a smile to Scorpius, Harry dropped to his knees and took Scorpius' trousers down with him. Shifting into a more comfortable position - Harry's limbs weren't as forgiving as they had once been, and his joints had creaked ominously as he dropped onto his knees - Harry carefully eased down Scorpius' boxers.
With total access, Harry spent a few happy moments just touching Scorpius, re-learning every ridge and bump as he watched the muscles in Scorpius' thighs twitch and strain under his skin. Finally curling his fingers around the base of Scorpius' shaft, Harry leaned forwards and swiped his tongue over the tip. Bringing his other hand up to close around Scorpius' shaft, Harry pulled Scorpius' foreskin back gently, exposing all of Scorpius' glans.
Flicking his tongue all over the soft, spongy head, Harry squeezed Scorpius' shaft rhythmically. He could feel Scorpius' fingers clenching in his hair, but he resisted the silent plea to take more of Scorpius into his mouth. Instead, Harry focussed on licking and sucking the head, massaging the shaft firmly and bringing Scorpius closer to the edge. Moving one hand to curl around Scorpius' hip, Harry held Scorpius steady as he drew Scorpius' over the edge, coaxing him into orgasm with fingers and tongue.
As Scorpius slithered down the wall and onto the floor, Harry swallowed thickly. Mouth empty, he leaned forwards and kissed Scorpius, bringing his hand up from Scorpius' shaft to stroke damp blond hair from Scorpius' forehead.
"Let me." Scorpius pulled away from the kiss and reached his hand down to Harry's crotch, but Harry pushed him away gently. "You don't want to come?"
"We don't have time, Scorpius. I have patrols to finish, and you have an exam in the morning."
Scorpius pouted, but he didn't complain when Harry stood up and held out his hand. As Harry hauled Scorpius up, Scorpius muttered, "Stupid mock-NEWTs."
"They're good practice," Harry reeled off the standard teacher response as he took his glasses off Scorpius and slipped them back on himself. "Besides, once they're over, we can spend some proper time catching up."
Scorpius smiled at the insinuation, leaning forwards to brush a kiss over Harry's lips as Harry took the privacy wards down. "That sounds like a date, Sir."
"It certainly is."
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - kcstories
Rating - NC17
Word Count - ~1,300
Characters/Pairings - Harry/Scorpius
Warnings - Slash, Cross!gen, BJ
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 - In the midst of revision for his mock-NEWTS, Scorpius steals a few moments of Harry's time.
Author's Notes - Counts to prompt #48 Tender from my 100quills Harry/Scorpius Table and prompt #46 Swirl from my 100quills Next Generation Table
For lil_duffy19 ♥
Shaking his head, Harry tutted, half at himself and half at Scorpius. Nevertheless, he let himself be pushed into the empty Charms classroom by his young lover. "I'm meant to be patrolling, Scorpius."
"So am I. But I'm sure the other teachers and prefects can pick up our slack." Scorpius half-smirked, brushing his hair out of his face with his long, pale fingers. He looked especially delectable tonight. Long, lithe limbs were wrapped in dark grey trousers and a charcoal grey shirt. The smooth silk almost seemed to flow down his body, interrupted only by his shiny silver Head Boy badge.
Trailing his fingers over the silver badge, Harry surreptitiously cast Privacy charms on the classroom. He hoped Scorpius wouldn't notice, but of course Scorpius did, a small half-smile giving away his sharp observance. But Scorpius said nothing, letting Harry have his little charade of being the mature adult, instead of facing the reality that he was just as much of a lovesick teenager as Scorpius. If not more.
Reaching up to stroke the back of his hand along Scorpius' jaw, Harry stepped a little closer to Scorpius, so that he could feel the heat radiating off Scorpius' body. "You look good tonight."
"I look good every night, Professor."
"Some nights even more so." Harry leaned forwards so that his nose could travel the same path his hand had just taken.
Scorpius leaned into the touch, tipping his head so that his lips grazed Harry's cheek and his breath tickled Harry's ear as he whispered, "Do I look better on those nights when I'm spread out in your bed?"
Shivering slightly, Harry stroked his hand down Scorpius' arm, taking Scorpius' hand in his and twining their fingers together. "You do. You look even better when you're naked and writhing, lips inches from mine and mouthing my name."
Scorpius swayed slightly and Harry could feel the muscles in Scorpius' face tighten. He knew Scorpius was biting his lip, and Harry ramped up his seduction. Squeezing Scorpius' fingers tighter, Harry turned his head and sucked the lobe of Scorpius' ear into his mouth. Nibbling on the tender flesh gently, Harry smiled when Scorpius exhaled shakily and pressed his body flush against Harry's.
"Do that again," Scorpius breathed.
Harry had no intention of doing any such thing. Flicking his tongue out, he licked the sweet flesh behind Scorpius' ear, nipping the lobe again and tugging playfully.
"Har-ree!"
Harry could hear the pout in Scorpius' voice, and kissed his way along Scorpius' jaw. Finally meeting Scorpius' lips, Harry brought his hands up to cup Scorpius' face as they kissed sweetly. When his neck began to complain from being angled so that their glasses didn't clash, Harry reluctantly broke away from the kiss.
Immediately Scorpius removed his glasses and folded them up, flicking his wrist in an extravagant twist and making them Vanish.
"Show off," Harry teased, staying still as Scorpius reached out to remove his glasses. He'd learned the hard way that glasses discarded in the heat of passion usually ended up in his eye, so it wasn't until Scorpius' hands were well clear of his face that Harry moved again.
Thoughtfully, Scorpius eyed the glasses and slipped them on. Scorpius was close enough that Harry could see Scorpius clearly even without his glasses, and it was a delicious sight. Scorpius made Harry's battered, bent glasses look sexy in a way Harry could never manage. And when Scorpius tipped his head down, letting the glasses slip down his nose so he could peer over the rim, harry felt a shiver of arousal run from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. "They suit you."
"I'm a Malfoy," Scorpius began, an easy smirk spreading over his face. "Everything suits me."
"Even smugness!" Harry dodged the hand that swiped at his arm and stepped closer to Scorpius, crowding Scorpius' space and backing him against the wall. "Now, I assume you have a pressing reason for demanding my time, Mr Malfoy?"
Rolling his hips, Scorpius rubbed the stiffness in his trousers against Harry's own hardening cock. "The most pressing reason a boy can have, Sir."
"I love hearing you call me 'sir'," Harry whispered, dropping his hand down between them and fondling him affectionately. Scorpius moved into the touch, one hand tightening around Harry's bicep while the other clung to his shoulder.
"You're my favourite Professor, Sir."
Harry knew Scorpius was shamelessly trying to rile him up, but he didn't care. It was working. "Well, you're my favourite student. And I think you deserve some extra credit."
Expertly, Harry twisted his thumb and flicked open the button on Scorpius' trousers. He was a pro at removing Scorpius' clothes, and pulled down the zipper tantalisingly slowly, every click of the metal teeth coming apart seeming to echo around the room.
With the trousers finally open, Harry slipped his hand inside, cupping Scorpius' balls and squeezing softly. Scorpius was completely lax, leaning against the wall with his eyes closed and his lower lip caught between his teeth. Reaching up, Harry thumbed the flesh free of its pearly prison, smiling when Scorpius' tongue darted out and traced around the pad of his thumb.
Sliding his fingers through the slit in Scorpius' boxers - rich cotton, and far too plain to be on Scorpius' body, Harry felt - Harry closed his fingers around Scorpius' shaft and drew Scorpius' prick out to give himself better access.
Between Harry's duties as a Professor and Scorpius' duties as head Boy, as well as his revision for the mock-NEWTs, they barely had time to steal kisses in empty corridors, let alone do anything further. Harry had almost forgotten how Scorpius tasted, and he knew that heinous fact had to be rectified now.
With nothing more than a smile to Scorpius, Harry dropped to his knees and took Scorpius' trousers down with him. Shifting into a more comfortable position - Harry's limbs weren't as forgiving as they had once been, and his joints had creaked ominously as he dropped onto his knees - Harry carefully eased down Scorpius' boxers.
With total access, Harry spent a few happy moments just touching Scorpius, re-learning every ridge and bump as he watched the muscles in Scorpius' thighs twitch and strain under his skin. Finally curling his fingers around the base of Scorpius' shaft, Harry leaned forwards and swiped his tongue over the tip. Bringing his other hand up to close around Scorpius' shaft, Harry pulled Scorpius' foreskin back gently, exposing all of Scorpius' glans.
Flicking his tongue all over the soft, spongy head, Harry squeezed Scorpius' shaft rhythmically. He could feel Scorpius' fingers clenching in his hair, but he resisted the silent plea to take more of Scorpius into his mouth. Instead, Harry focussed on licking and sucking the head, massaging the shaft firmly and bringing Scorpius closer to the edge. Moving one hand to curl around Scorpius' hip, Harry held Scorpius steady as he drew Scorpius' over the edge, coaxing him into orgasm with fingers and tongue.
As Scorpius slithered down the wall and onto the floor, Harry swallowed thickly. Mouth empty, he leaned forwards and kissed Scorpius, bringing his hand up from Scorpius' shaft to stroke damp blond hair from Scorpius' forehead.
"Let me." Scorpius pulled away from the kiss and reached his hand down to Harry's crotch, but Harry pushed him away gently. "You don't want to come?"
"We don't have time, Scorpius. I have patrols to finish, and you have an exam in the morning."
Scorpius pouted, but he didn't complain when Harry stood up and held out his hand. As Harry hauled Scorpius up, Scorpius muttered, "Stupid mock-NEWTs."
"They're good practice," Harry reeled off the standard teacher response as he took his glasses off Scorpius and slipped them back on himself. "Besides, once they're over, we can spend some proper time catching up."
Scorpius smiled at the insinuation, leaning forwards to brush a kiss over Harry's lips as Harry took the privacy wards down. "That sounds like a date, Sir."
"It certainly is."