Fic: 'Something Promised' HP/SM NC17
Title - Something Promised
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - kcstories
Rating - NC17
Word Count - ~2,300
Characters/Pairings - Harry/Scorpius
Warnings - Slash, Cross!gen, Bottom!Harry, Fluff
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 - Scorpius will get his mock-NEWT results by any means necessary
Author's Notes - Counts to prompt #73 Hope from my 100quills Harry/Scorpius Table and prompt #9 Wishes from my 100quills Next Generation Table
In the same 'verse as Head Boy, but one makes sense without the other.
For lilduffy19 ♥
Glancing up and down the corridor, Scorpius grabbed the door handle and felt the wards tingle through him as they accepted him. Opening the door, he stepped into Harry's private rooms and shrugged off his cloak, closing the door behind him. "All this skulking around makes me feel like I'm an Unspeakable!"
Harry chuckled, crossing the living room and snaking his arms around Scorpius' waist. Scorpius leant forwards, kissing Harry hello.
"Once you've left here and decided what you're doing with your life, there won't be any more secrecy."
Scorpius chuckled, a cheeky tone colouring his words. "Why, will you have moved on to your next student?"
"That depends, will you have moved on to someone your own age?"
Shaking his head, Scorpius tightened his arms around Harry, dropping his head onto Harry's shoulder and inhaling the spicy, woodsy scent of Harry's aftershave. "I'll never move on."
"Then I promise never to trade you in for a younger model."
Grinning, Scorpius pulled away and crossed to the sofa, taking a sip of Harry's vodka and sitting down.
"Score?"
Harry sat down next to him, something unsaid in his eyes. Scorpius twisted around on the couch so that he was facing Harry and took Harry's hand in his, pressing a kiss to the back. "What is it?"
"I'm serious. If you want it... want me... then as soon as you leave here we can stop the skulking around."
They'd never talked about the future but Scorpius had fantasized about it often enough. One of the things he loved about Harry was how unassuming Harry was, and seeing him sat offering himself so nervously made Scorpius' heart ache. Squeezing Harry's hand tighter, Scorpius smiled. "Of course I want you. If the St. Mungo's training course accepts me..."
"Of course they'll accept you!"
"...If they accept me, it'll be pretty hectic, but we can make it work."
Harry smiled, taking his glass from Scorpius' hand and draining it. "Yeah, we will. And they will accept you; they'd be idiots not to."
"Let's wait until I get the marks from my mocks before we start the celebration plans."
Harry grinned; the cheeky, happy grin that gave him dimples in his cheeks and made him look like a teenager. "Well, I have it on good authority that your marks from the mock-NEWTS are pretty impressive."
Laughing, Scorpius Summoned the vodka bottle and topped up Harry's glass. "Oh really? How impressive?"
Harry chuckled, sipping his drink and twisting his hand around Scorpius' so that their fingers could link together. "Are you trying to get me drunk so I spill teacherly secrets?"
"Maybe." Scorpius fluttered his eyelashes, an over-the-top gesture of coyness.
"Shame. I hoped it was to take me to bed and have your wicked way with me."
Leaning forwards, Scorpius flicked his tongue into the dimple created by Harry's smile and whispered, "Oh, I think I can manage that."
Chuckling darkly, Harry stood up and pulled Scorpius up with him. Backing towards the bedroom, Harry's expression told Scorpius everything he needed to know about the night ahead.
They collapsed onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and laughter, and Harry flung himself across the bed like a starfish, moulding into the quilt and beaming. "Come on then, have your wicked way with me. You did promise."
The cheeky, playful side Harry was showing now never came out in public. At three in the morning, when Scorpius' insomnia was playing hell with him and he was tormenting himself with the notion he was a plaything, something to pass the time before Harry found a proper partner, it was this that got Scorpius through, the knowledge that Harry trusted Scorpius enough to drop his walls when they were together, to let Scorpius see the things that were normally hidden from view.
Playing up to his role, Scorpius crawled up Harry's body, balancing his weight on his hands and knees and kissing Harry's jaw line softly. The slight stubble there tickled his lips. "Shall I just take what I want, make you scream and beg until you tell me my results?"
"I'll never tell!"
Harry's acting was far more convincing than the acting on the Muggle shows Harry liked to watch, and Scorpius silently applauded him. Sitting up on Harry's chest, careful to take most of his weight on his knees so that he didn't suffocate Harry, Scorpius eased open the knot on his tie and pulled it off. Tossing the silver and green tie over the headboard, Scorpius Summoned the end back to himself. In a few quick moves, Scorpius had bound Harry's wrists together with one end of the tie. Using the other end as a pulley system, Scorpius pulled Harry's hands above his head on the bed, tucking the free end of the tie securely in the knot. "Are you going to talk now?"
"I'll never talk. No matter what you do."
Scorpius knew Harry well enough to know that was both a challenge and permission. Not wanting to waste a second, Scorpius imitated the complicated little wrist flick Harry often used and Vanished their clothes with a 'pop'.
The sudden feeling of skin on skin was electrifying. The coarse hairs on Harry's chest tickled the underside of Scorpius' prick, speeding up the blood that was rushing down to fill the flesh out. Rocking his body slowly, Scorpius enjoyed the sensation of thrusting idly against Harry's chest as he tried to figure out what to do next.
Climbing off Harry, Scorpius shuffled down the bed, moving into the space Harry created by spreading his legs open. Harry's cock lay full and heavy along his belly, pointing slightly to the right and looking very edible. Scorpius decided to start there.
Looking up through his eyelashes - Harry always said it made him look smouldering - Scorpius lowered his head and flicked his tongue along his prize. Harry tasted clean and a little minty, like the shower gel he used. It wasn’t an unpleasant taste, and Scorpius went back for more. Flattening his tongue, he licked up the length of Harry's prick in a broad stroke, hearing Harry suck in a trembling breath. Reverting to using the tip of his tongue, Scorpius teased the soft head, exploring Harry's glans and the ridge of receded foreskin. He knew Harry's prick by heart, but that didn't lessen his enjoyment of it in any way.
Nestled between Harry's legs, Scorpius' mind couldn't help but think lower. He knew just how incredible it felt, because Harry had done it to him many times before. But he'd never returned the favour. Deciding the moment was ripe for a little reciprocation, Scorpius let Harry's cock slide from his mouth slowly. Before he could over-think the situation, Scorpius Summoned over a pillow and pushed it gently against Harry's hip.
Comprehension dawned on Harry's face and Scorpius waited until Harry had risen up on his heels and shoulder blades to slide the soft pillow under his arse. With Harry risen to a more acceptable level, Scorpius had nothing left to stall for. Dropping down onto his stomach, he rested his hands on Harry's round buttocks. As he spread the firm flesh, Scorpius desperately tried to remember all the things Harry had done to him when the roles were reversed.
But his memory was failing him; recalling only blinding pleasure and fantastic orgasms. If he could bring Harry even a fraction of that pleasure, then it would be a job well done. Taking the plunge, literally, Scorpius poked out his tongue and ran it along Harry's cleft.
"Score..."
Hearing Harry moan like that sold Scorpius on the act, and he went back for a second taste. Already his tongue ached - clearly Harry included his tongue in his Quidditch warm up exercises - but Scorpius furled it slightly and pointed the tip, rubbing it over the tight ring of Harry's entrance.
Rosebud. The word came to Scorpius' mind in a flash, remembered from one of the trashy erotic romance novels that Al had stolen from Stacy McBride's school bag. All the girls read them and the boys had each taken a night with The Passions of Mirabella.
But the excessively purple prose couldn't come close to matching the actual lived experience of tasting Harry like this. He didn't even mind that his chin was coated in saliva. Pushing his tongue past the tight ring of muscle, Scorpius hummed with pleasure as Harry's hands stroked through his hair. Scorpius realised he was rubbing his prick against the quilt and made a conscious effort to still his hips.
Spreading Harry's cheeks further apart, Scorpius pushed closer to Harry's body as he slid his tongue in and out. Feeling his stomach beginning to cramp, his own quirky sign of impending orgasm, Scorpius pulled away with a soft nip to Harry's buttocks. Rising up on his knees, Scorpius knew the next logical step, but he still looked to Harry for guidance. Fantasising about sliding into Harry's arse when he was alone in the shower was one thing. Actually doing it was something else entirely.
Propping up on his elbows, Harry looked at Scorpius and grinned. "I'm sure there's somewhere more comfortable for that pretty dick than your thighs. And it might just force your grades out of me."
Just because Harry was continuing with their game didn't mask the emotion in his voice, the implicit trust and quiet confidence in every syllable.
Suddenly, Scorpius had no memory of how to have sex.
Chuckling softly, Harry flung out his hand to the side, pressing a half-empty tube of lubricant into Scorpius' hand. "This is usually a good place to start."
Flipping the cap off, Scorpius squeezed a generous amount onto his hand. Spreading it around his fingers like he'd so often seen Harry do, Scorpius looked up at Harry, waiting for the small nod of consent. Exhaling slowly, Scorpius noticed his hand was shaking - through nerves, excitement or arousal he didn't know - and it only got worse when his fingertips touched Harry's wrinkled rim. Slowly, carefully, Scorpius pushed his index finger into Harry's arse, winning out against the resistance of Harry's tight sphincter.
Sliding his finger into Harry down to the knuckle, Scorpius swore under his breath. It was tight and soft and warm, and Scorpius ached to feel the same around his dick.
Wriggling and twisting his finger, Scorpius slid it in and out, watching the way Harry's body gripped his slim digit. Intuition, or just sheer desperation, pulled at Scorpius' gut and he folded his middle and ring finger in against his index finger and slid all three back into Harry, fighting against the taut resistance.
Harry hissed and Scorpius fell still, suddenly panicked. He'd ruined everything with his impatience. But, before he could pull his fingers out, Harry's fingers closed around his wrist and he hummed softly. "That feels good."
Smiling tightly, Scorpius pushed his fingers in a little further, twisting and flexing them in what he hoped was a good imitation of what Harry did to stretch and prepare him. Scorpius must have been doing something right because after a few minutes Harry was rocking back onto his fingers and whispering, "More."
Scorpius didn't think he'd be able to get a fourth finger in, so 'more' could only mean one thing. Pulling his fingers free, Scorpius reapplied lubricant, smearing it over his prick while he stared down at Harry. Shuffling forwards on the bed, Scorpius held his prick and lined it up with Harry's hole. Harry's hand on his arm squeezed encouragingly and Scorpius rocked his hips forwards slowly.
Harry was even tighter when it was Scorpius' prick sliding into him and Scorpius enjoyed every blissful second as Harry's inner walls parted for him. By the time Scorpius hips were pressed against Harry's buttocks, they were both flushed and panting. Scorpius could have happily come then and there - and Harry didn't look far behind him - so Scorpius forced himself to take a few deep breaths and regain his composure.
When Harry tugged on his arm, Scorpius took it as his cue and pulled his hips back a little. Thrusting them forwards again, slow and tentative, Scorpius dropped down to hover over Harry. He could feel Harry's knuckles on his belly and pressed breathless kisses to Harry's cheeks and chin. Scorpius was well-aware he was showing no grace or finesse, but hopefully he'd be able to work on his technique again. As it was, Scorpius didn't think he was doing that bad of a job as he rutted into Harry.
The warm, soft walls felt incredible and Scorpius' stomach was aching with holding back his orgasm. He fought it as long as he could but when Harry whispered his name and squeezed down around him, Scorpius was finished. Collapsing on top of Harry, Scorpius grunted and emptied himself into Harry. There were little flecks of light playing behind his eyelids, and Scorpius reckoned it was the best orgasm he had ever had.
Scorpius was so lost in his own post-orgasmic haze that he hadn't really registered Harry's hand still moving between them, and it was only when Harry cried out and wet warmth spread between their bellies that Scorpius remembered he wasn't alone in wanting pleasure.
Nuzzling against Harry's neck, Scorpius was content just to cuddle up together and sleep, so that he could replay this moment in his dreams. But Harry clearly had other ideas, and Scorpius chuckled as Harry stayed true to his promise. "You got all 'O's, but act surprised when they tell you or McGonagall will have my bollocks."
"I wouldn't want that!"
Grinning wickedly, Harry asked, "Now, how about you roll over and let me shag my student appraisal remarks out of you?!"
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - kcstories
Rating - NC17
Word Count - ~2,300
Characters/Pairings - Harry/Scorpius
Warnings - Slash, Cross!gen, Bottom!Harry, Fluff
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 - Scorpius will get his mock-NEWT results by any means necessary
Author's Notes - Counts to prompt #73 Hope from my 100quills Harry/Scorpius Table and prompt #9 Wishes from my 100quills Next Generation Table
In the same 'verse as Head Boy, but one makes sense without the other.
For lilduffy19 ♥
Glancing up and down the corridor, Scorpius grabbed the door handle and felt the wards tingle through him as they accepted him. Opening the door, he stepped into Harry's private rooms and shrugged off his cloak, closing the door behind him. "All this skulking around makes me feel like I'm an Unspeakable!"
Harry chuckled, crossing the living room and snaking his arms around Scorpius' waist. Scorpius leant forwards, kissing Harry hello.
"Once you've left here and decided what you're doing with your life, there won't be any more secrecy."
Scorpius chuckled, a cheeky tone colouring his words. "Why, will you have moved on to your next student?"
"That depends, will you have moved on to someone your own age?"
Shaking his head, Scorpius tightened his arms around Harry, dropping his head onto Harry's shoulder and inhaling the spicy, woodsy scent of Harry's aftershave. "I'll never move on."
"Then I promise never to trade you in for a younger model."
Grinning, Scorpius pulled away and crossed to the sofa, taking a sip of Harry's vodka and sitting down.
"Score?"
Harry sat down next to him, something unsaid in his eyes. Scorpius twisted around on the couch so that he was facing Harry and took Harry's hand in his, pressing a kiss to the back. "What is it?"
"I'm serious. If you want it... want me... then as soon as you leave here we can stop the skulking around."
They'd never talked about the future but Scorpius had fantasized about it often enough. One of the things he loved about Harry was how unassuming Harry was, and seeing him sat offering himself so nervously made Scorpius' heart ache. Squeezing Harry's hand tighter, Scorpius smiled. "Of course I want you. If the St. Mungo's training course accepts me..."
"Of course they'll accept you!"
"...If they accept me, it'll be pretty hectic, but we can make it work."
Harry smiled, taking his glass from Scorpius' hand and draining it. "Yeah, we will. And they will accept you; they'd be idiots not to."
"Let's wait until I get the marks from my mocks before we start the celebration plans."
Harry grinned; the cheeky, happy grin that gave him dimples in his cheeks and made him look like a teenager. "Well, I have it on good authority that your marks from the mock-NEWTS are pretty impressive."
Laughing, Scorpius Summoned the vodka bottle and topped up Harry's glass. "Oh really? How impressive?"
Harry chuckled, sipping his drink and twisting his hand around Scorpius' so that their fingers could link together. "Are you trying to get me drunk so I spill teacherly secrets?"
"Maybe." Scorpius fluttered his eyelashes, an over-the-top gesture of coyness.
"Shame. I hoped it was to take me to bed and have your wicked way with me."
Leaning forwards, Scorpius flicked his tongue into the dimple created by Harry's smile and whispered, "Oh, I think I can manage that."
Chuckling darkly, Harry stood up and pulled Scorpius up with him. Backing towards the bedroom, Harry's expression told Scorpius everything he needed to know about the night ahead.
They collapsed onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and laughter, and Harry flung himself across the bed like a starfish, moulding into the quilt and beaming. "Come on then, have your wicked way with me. You did promise."
The cheeky, playful side Harry was showing now never came out in public. At three in the morning, when Scorpius' insomnia was playing hell with him and he was tormenting himself with the notion he was a plaything, something to pass the time before Harry found a proper partner, it was this that got Scorpius through, the knowledge that Harry trusted Scorpius enough to drop his walls when they were together, to let Scorpius see the things that were normally hidden from view.
Playing up to his role, Scorpius crawled up Harry's body, balancing his weight on his hands and knees and kissing Harry's jaw line softly. The slight stubble there tickled his lips. "Shall I just take what I want, make you scream and beg until you tell me my results?"
"I'll never tell!"
Harry's acting was far more convincing than the acting on the Muggle shows Harry liked to watch, and Scorpius silently applauded him. Sitting up on Harry's chest, careful to take most of his weight on his knees so that he didn't suffocate Harry, Scorpius eased open the knot on his tie and pulled it off. Tossing the silver and green tie over the headboard, Scorpius Summoned the end back to himself. In a few quick moves, Scorpius had bound Harry's wrists together with one end of the tie. Using the other end as a pulley system, Scorpius pulled Harry's hands above his head on the bed, tucking the free end of the tie securely in the knot. "Are you going to talk now?"
"I'll never talk. No matter what you do."
Scorpius knew Harry well enough to know that was both a challenge and permission. Not wanting to waste a second, Scorpius imitated the complicated little wrist flick Harry often used and Vanished their clothes with a 'pop'.
The sudden feeling of skin on skin was electrifying. The coarse hairs on Harry's chest tickled the underside of Scorpius' prick, speeding up the blood that was rushing down to fill the flesh out. Rocking his body slowly, Scorpius enjoyed the sensation of thrusting idly against Harry's chest as he tried to figure out what to do next.
Climbing off Harry, Scorpius shuffled down the bed, moving into the space Harry created by spreading his legs open. Harry's cock lay full and heavy along his belly, pointing slightly to the right and looking very edible. Scorpius decided to start there.
Looking up through his eyelashes - Harry always said it made him look smouldering - Scorpius lowered his head and flicked his tongue along his prize. Harry tasted clean and a little minty, like the shower gel he used. It wasn’t an unpleasant taste, and Scorpius went back for more. Flattening his tongue, he licked up the length of Harry's prick in a broad stroke, hearing Harry suck in a trembling breath. Reverting to using the tip of his tongue, Scorpius teased the soft head, exploring Harry's glans and the ridge of receded foreskin. He knew Harry's prick by heart, but that didn't lessen his enjoyment of it in any way.
Nestled between Harry's legs, Scorpius' mind couldn't help but think lower. He knew just how incredible it felt, because Harry had done it to him many times before. But he'd never returned the favour. Deciding the moment was ripe for a little reciprocation, Scorpius let Harry's cock slide from his mouth slowly. Before he could over-think the situation, Scorpius Summoned over a pillow and pushed it gently against Harry's hip.
Comprehension dawned on Harry's face and Scorpius waited until Harry had risen up on his heels and shoulder blades to slide the soft pillow under his arse. With Harry risen to a more acceptable level, Scorpius had nothing left to stall for. Dropping down onto his stomach, he rested his hands on Harry's round buttocks. As he spread the firm flesh, Scorpius desperately tried to remember all the things Harry had done to him when the roles were reversed.
But his memory was failing him; recalling only blinding pleasure and fantastic orgasms. If he could bring Harry even a fraction of that pleasure, then it would be a job well done. Taking the plunge, literally, Scorpius poked out his tongue and ran it along Harry's cleft.
"Score..."
Hearing Harry moan like that sold Scorpius on the act, and he went back for a second taste. Already his tongue ached - clearly Harry included his tongue in his Quidditch warm up exercises - but Scorpius furled it slightly and pointed the tip, rubbing it over the tight ring of Harry's entrance.
Rosebud. The word came to Scorpius' mind in a flash, remembered from one of the trashy erotic romance novels that Al had stolen from Stacy McBride's school bag. All the girls read them and the boys had each taken a night with The Passions of Mirabella.
But the excessively purple prose couldn't come close to matching the actual lived experience of tasting Harry like this. He didn't even mind that his chin was coated in saliva. Pushing his tongue past the tight ring of muscle, Scorpius hummed with pleasure as Harry's hands stroked through his hair. Scorpius realised he was rubbing his prick against the quilt and made a conscious effort to still his hips.
Spreading Harry's cheeks further apart, Scorpius pushed closer to Harry's body as he slid his tongue in and out. Feeling his stomach beginning to cramp, his own quirky sign of impending orgasm, Scorpius pulled away with a soft nip to Harry's buttocks. Rising up on his knees, Scorpius knew the next logical step, but he still looked to Harry for guidance. Fantasising about sliding into Harry's arse when he was alone in the shower was one thing. Actually doing it was something else entirely.
Propping up on his elbows, Harry looked at Scorpius and grinned. "I'm sure there's somewhere more comfortable for that pretty dick than your thighs. And it might just force your grades out of me."
Just because Harry was continuing with their game didn't mask the emotion in his voice, the implicit trust and quiet confidence in every syllable.
Suddenly, Scorpius had no memory of how to have sex.
Chuckling softly, Harry flung out his hand to the side, pressing a half-empty tube of lubricant into Scorpius' hand. "This is usually a good place to start."
Flipping the cap off, Scorpius squeezed a generous amount onto his hand. Spreading it around his fingers like he'd so often seen Harry do, Scorpius looked up at Harry, waiting for the small nod of consent. Exhaling slowly, Scorpius noticed his hand was shaking - through nerves, excitement or arousal he didn't know - and it only got worse when his fingertips touched Harry's wrinkled rim. Slowly, carefully, Scorpius pushed his index finger into Harry's arse, winning out against the resistance of Harry's tight sphincter.
Sliding his finger into Harry down to the knuckle, Scorpius swore under his breath. It was tight and soft and warm, and Scorpius ached to feel the same around his dick.
Wriggling and twisting his finger, Scorpius slid it in and out, watching the way Harry's body gripped his slim digit. Intuition, or just sheer desperation, pulled at Scorpius' gut and he folded his middle and ring finger in against his index finger and slid all three back into Harry, fighting against the taut resistance.
Harry hissed and Scorpius fell still, suddenly panicked. He'd ruined everything with his impatience. But, before he could pull his fingers out, Harry's fingers closed around his wrist and he hummed softly. "That feels good."
Smiling tightly, Scorpius pushed his fingers in a little further, twisting and flexing them in what he hoped was a good imitation of what Harry did to stretch and prepare him. Scorpius must have been doing something right because after a few minutes Harry was rocking back onto his fingers and whispering, "More."
Scorpius didn't think he'd be able to get a fourth finger in, so 'more' could only mean one thing. Pulling his fingers free, Scorpius reapplied lubricant, smearing it over his prick while he stared down at Harry. Shuffling forwards on the bed, Scorpius held his prick and lined it up with Harry's hole. Harry's hand on his arm squeezed encouragingly and Scorpius rocked his hips forwards slowly.
Harry was even tighter when it was Scorpius' prick sliding into him and Scorpius enjoyed every blissful second as Harry's inner walls parted for him. By the time Scorpius hips were pressed against Harry's buttocks, they were both flushed and panting. Scorpius could have happily come then and there - and Harry didn't look far behind him - so Scorpius forced himself to take a few deep breaths and regain his composure.
When Harry tugged on his arm, Scorpius took it as his cue and pulled his hips back a little. Thrusting them forwards again, slow and tentative, Scorpius dropped down to hover over Harry. He could feel Harry's knuckles on his belly and pressed breathless kisses to Harry's cheeks and chin. Scorpius was well-aware he was showing no grace or finesse, but hopefully he'd be able to work on his technique again. As it was, Scorpius didn't think he was doing that bad of a job as he rutted into Harry.
The warm, soft walls felt incredible and Scorpius' stomach was aching with holding back his orgasm. He fought it as long as he could but when Harry whispered his name and squeezed down around him, Scorpius was finished. Collapsing on top of Harry, Scorpius grunted and emptied himself into Harry. There were little flecks of light playing behind his eyelids, and Scorpius reckoned it was the best orgasm he had ever had.
Scorpius was so lost in his own post-orgasmic haze that he hadn't really registered Harry's hand still moving between them, and it was only when Harry cried out and wet warmth spread between their bellies that Scorpius remembered he wasn't alone in wanting pleasure.
Nuzzling against Harry's neck, Scorpius was content just to cuddle up together and sleep, so that he could replay this moment in his dreams. But Harry clearly had other ideas, and Scorpius chuckled as Harry stayed true to his promise. "You got all 'O's, but act surprised when they tell you or McGonagall will have my bollocks."
"I wouldn't want that!"
Grinning wickedly, Harry asked, "Now, how about you roll over and let me shag my student appraisal remarks out of you?!"