Fic: 'The Things We Do for Charlie Weasley' Charlie/Scorpius NC17
Title - The Things We Do For Charlie Weasley
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - luvscharlie
Rating - NC17
Word Count - ~2,600
Characters/Pairings - Charlie/Scorpius
Warnings/Kinks - Piercings, Cross!Gen, PWP, 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 do anything to get Charlie's attention. Even face his fear of needles. If only he can stay conscious long enough to explain what he wants to the piercer...
Author's Notes - Told using the prompt Piercings/Needleplay from my kink_bingo claim card, which can be found here.
Sinking down onto a bench, Scorpius eyed the tattoo parlour balefully, cursing its very existence. His mother was constantly telling him off for getting an idea into his head and refusing to deviate from it, and right now he could see her point.
He'd been working on the Welsh reserve for six months, earning his stripes as he learnt everything there was to know about Dragons. At first, he had felt nothing for his tutor but the appropriate level of respect and reverence: Charlie Weasley was the best in the business, and had the scars to prove it. Literally.
Except, quite without him realising it, Scorpius had started to look at Charlie as something more than his teacher. He'd started to notice the way Charlie's leathers clung to his skin a little tighter than everyone else's. He'd started to notice the way Charlie's skin was awash with colours, from the phoenix rising on his back to the tiny purple butterfly on the inside of his wrist. He'd started to notice the various piercings Charlie had, none of them ever on view, but hinted at due to the aforementioned tight leather clothes.
And Charlie didn't ever notice him.
Scorpius had flirted in the pub on the regular nights out. He'd stayed longer than anyone else on the reserve to help Charlie pack up at night. He'd volunteered for night shifts to sit up with Charlie. And all the time Charlie kept a respectful distance, treated him like a child.
It was that thought that spurred Scorpius on, cajoled him into standing up and striding towards the little shop. The sign in the window said they had a fully trained piercer, and it was that service that Scorpius intended to avail himself of today. Two simple rings, something to just disrupt the line of his shirt on the next night out, were all he needed.
Entering the shop, Scorpius gave his name and followed the woman into the back. Just looking at her made Scorpius tremble - she had piercings in places he'd never realised you could pierce.
"Right, love, what are we doing today?"
"P-p-p-piercing." Scorpius hated the way he stammered over the word, but he'd just caught sight of the collection of needles on the side. They were huge; surely she wouldn't use that...
"I sort of gathered that, love. What are we piercing? Ear, lip, nipple, cock?"
"NO!" Scorpius startled himself with his yelp, and he had to sink into the little chair; his knees weren't going to support him much longer. "I mean... just my nipples, thank you."
"Okie-dokie, that'll be eight Galleons for them both, special offer on today. Shirt off, love, and we'll whack them in."
Scorpius could barely get his shirt open; his hands were shaking that badly. As he shrugged out of his shirt, the friendly woman turned away and began sterilising two small needles.
"Just read through this and sign on the bottom, love."
Scorpius took the clipboard, scanning over the warnings and aftercare instructions, and signing his name at the bottom. "Will this hurt?"
"Not so much. I'm sure a strapping lad like you will survive it."
Scorpius nodded warily, letting her push him back in the chair, so that his chest was sloped at an angle. She rested each of the little needles on his chest, pinching his nipples to get them stiff. Scorpius looked down, unable to look away as she drew her wand and muttered an incantation. It would have been nice to hear the incantation, just so he could maybe do his own piercings one day. Unfortunately, at the sight of the little needles wiggling into life and piercing into his skin, Scorpius passed out.
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Scorpius opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling of his little bedroom on the reserve. Disorientated, and with an aching chest, Scorpius stood up and walked into the little lounge area. Then he blinked. Twice. Charlie was sat on the sofa as though he owned the place, one foot up on the coffee table and one on the sofa. "Uhm, hello."
"You're awake."
"Was I asleep long?"
Charlie laughed, standing up and stretching. "You opened your eyes pretty much as soon as you'd passed out, and started babbling such nonsense that Stace gave you a mouthful of Draught of Peace and Floo'd me. Her mouthful is pretty big though; it's almost teatime."
Scorpius flushed, wrapping his arms around himself in shame, and wincing as his arms brushed against his sore nipples. "Bugger."
"Malfoy, you go green when Nurse Jackie gets the tweezers to pick bits of grit out of your cuts; why on earth would you get piercings?"
"Because I wanted you to notice me." There was a beat of silence, and then the last of the haze from the Draught of Peace lifted, and Scorpius clapped his hand over his mouth. "Shit!"
Charlie looked as stunned as Scorpius felt, and didn't seem to know where to look. "Oh."
"Oh bugger."
"Mate, I've never not noticed you."
"I know, I know, I'm a great student. Look, could you just leave so that I can wallow in my own idiocy?"
Charlie nodded, but didn't actually move. Scorpius was about to ask him to leave, again - and just when had Scorpius' objective switched from desperately trying to get Charlie into his rooms to desperately trying to get him out of them - when Charlie spoke quietly. "I noticed you the first time you walked onto my reserve, acting like you owned the place and making leather look even sexier than I thought it could."
"Oh." Scorpius didn't really know what else to say, so he just hugged his torso a little tighter, and looked at Charlie's boots. "Okay. Well, could you not have mentioned that before I scarred myself for life?"
"Scorpius, you're my student."
"Oh." Scorpius was making himself look like a monosyllabic dunce, but really, what else could he say?
"Listen, can we have this conversation in a month, when you get your stripes?"
Scorpius nodded. He felt too rejected, and was in too much pain to really do anything else. As Charlie slipped out of the door and clicked it closed, Scorpius decided it was time for brandy. Lots and lots of brandy.
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For saying they weren't going to have any conversations about any possible relationship until Scorpius had completed his internship, Charlie was sure doing his best to make Scorpius explode with pent up frustration. Everything was an innuendo, every look a double entendre and every word laced with a second meaning. Scorpius spent half his time hard and half his time wanting to smack Charlie around the head for making him hard. It was a confusing way to live.
It also meant that, as Scorpius headed into Charlie's office to find out if he'd passed his internship and would be offered a job or not, he was also desperate to know whether Charlie intended to push their flirting any further either.
"Take a seat Scorpius." Scorpius sat in the chair that Charlie gestured to and waited for Charlie to speak again. "Congratulations are in order; you've certainly proved yourself these past few months, and right now a form is being Owled to the Ministry to get you your Dragon Handler's licence. There's also a job here, if you want it?"
A little gobsmacked, it took Scorpius a few moments to register the reality of the situation. "Merlin. Thank you! Yes, I'd love the job, thank you."
"Good, I think you'll be a valuable member of the team." Charlie stood up and walked around his desk. Scorpius heard the lock click into place and stood up automatically. Charlie was walking back over to him, his lips pulling up at the edges as he spoke softly. "And now you're not my student anymore, I can finally do this."
Charlie leaned forwards, his rough hands cupping Scorpius' face. The last thing Scorpius saw was Charlie's sky-blue eyes before Charlie kissed him. It felt incredible, and Scorpius' arms wound up of their own accord to wrap around Charlie's back and pull him closer. Scorpius had been craving this for so long that to finally have it now felt almost unreal. He wanted more of Charlie, right now, and couldn't stop himself frotting against Charlie gently, letting out a little moan.
"Fuck, I want you."
No four words had ever sounded as sweet to Scorpius' ears, and he nodded frantically, practically running backwards until his legs hit Charlie's desk. Reaching his hand behind him to sweep the piles of paperwork out of the way, Scorpius reached out and pulled Charlie to him, opening his legs so that Charlie could stand between them as they kissed again. Scorpius had never been kissed so thoroughly; Charlie clearly knew what he was doing. Scorpius' hands seemed to have developed a life of their own, racing up and down Charlie's back, his arms, lacing into his hair and pinching his arse. But when Scorpius started fumbling at Charlie's buttons, Charlie stepped back suddenly.
"Shouldn't we... you know, take it slow, or-"
"You spend a month riling me up, and then want to go slow?" Scorpius didn't know whether to sound incredulous or annoyed. He settled for a mix of both. "Sod slow, get your arse back over here!"
For saying he was the boss, Charlie was very good at taking orders, and was soon back between Scorpius' legs, kissing like he needed it to breathe. And this time, when Scorpius' hands dropped down to Charlie's arse, squeezing the firm globes, Charlie didn't back away. Quite the opposite: he jolted his hips forwards and rubbed an impressive hardness against the bulge in Scorpius' own trousers. Scorpius had never once hated his leathers, or Charlie's for that matter, but right now Scorpius despised the work gear, and how it stood in the way between his skin and Charlie's.
Breaking away from the kiss, Scorpius leaned back and brought one hand up to his mouth, running his thumb over his lips to check they were still there, and Charlie hadn't kissed them off. "Do you want to come back to mine?"
"My rooms are nicer. We can go later; right now, I want to shag you senseless right over this desk."
Groaning, Scorpius practically melted off the desk, standing up straight to strip off his clothes. Charlie mirrored his actions, and in no time at all they were naked, and Scorpius was staring at a very pretty cock. Nice and thick, surrounded by wiry red curls, it jutted out proudly from Charlie's body, and made Scorpius ache. He hadn't had sex in so long, he'd almost forgotten how it felt. But Scorpius had no doubt that Charlie would bring it all crashing back to him, and likely teach him a few new things too.
Watching Charlie's hand raise up, Scorpius groaned as Charlie pulled at one of his nipple rings gently.
"You kept these?"
"Seemed a waste to take them out, after all the drama of getting them put in." Scorpius felt himself colouring up at the memory of fainting, and being taken home by Charlie. Not that he remembered the being taken home part, but he had no doubt it had been embarrassing. Still, at least in his state of high arousal, Charlie wouldn't be able to see him blushing.
"Have they healed up properly?"
"Yeah, no problems."
"Good." Charlie sounded genuinely pleased as he rested his hands on Scorpius' waist, turning Scorpius around to face the desk. Scorpius shivered as Charlie's hand pressed between his shoulder blades, bending him down over the smooth wood. He could get used to being manhandled in this way; his love of rough and tumble had been what drew him to Dragon Handling as a profession, and Scorpius was immensely relieved that Charlie didn't disappoint. He bit down on the inside of his cheek as the chill of a lubricating spell washed over him, immediately followed by the warmth of Charlie spooning around his back. "Because I've been thinking about them non-stop since I saw them."
Scorpius nodded vaguely, too focused on the feeling of the head of Charlie's dick rubbing along his cleft to really focus on the words. Until Charlie tugged on one of the little hoops, sending a jolt of delicious pain through Scorpius' chest. Scorpius knew how good it felt to have the piercings played with, he'd been toying with them himself ever since they'd healed up. But having someone else playing with them was a kind of pleasure he hadn't even imagined.
"Thinking about taking you over my desk, tugging on these as I split you open."
"Gods..." Scorpius trailed off, bracing his arms against the desk as he felt Charlie breach him. For long, glorious minutes, neither of them spoke, just grunted and moaned as Charlie thrust into Scorpius, coming to a stop only when he was balls deep. Scorpius chuckled slightly as Charlie licked his spine, catching the beads of sweat there as they both panted for breath. "Anything... anything else?"
"Thought about you riding me, and me pulling on these little rings with my teeth. I thought about tying you up and seeing how many weights you could stand." Charlie punctuated every word with a thrust, using the first few to find his rhythm and test Scorpius' limits. And it seemed that once he figured out that Scorpius wasn't going to break, all bets were off.
Arching his fingers, Scorpius tried to find some purchase on the smooth wood as Charlie thrust in and out of him, fucking him hard and deep, with the occasional line of filthy talk, promising all manner of things he'd do to Scorpius and the piercings. Scorpius fully intended to hold him to each one. Giving up on the top of the desk and curling one hand around the far side, Scorpius rested his other hand over Charlie's, pushing Charlie's fingers into pinching and pulling his nipples harder. The pain felt divine, the perfect counterpart to the warm pleasure tingling up and down his spine. He'd really missed sex.
Feeling Charlie's rhythm start to falter, Scorpius dropped his hand away from Charlie's, finding his prick bouncing against the desk and taking it in hand. A few short, sharp pulls and Scorpius was coming in what felt like waves, spilling pearly white strands all over the desk as his entire body seized and spasmed. It was better than all the orgasms he'd had while he'd been thinking of Charlie in the shower, or in bed, or a few times out on the reserve.
Scorpius' elbows finally gave up, and he slumped forwards onto the desk, exhaling with an 'oof' as Charlie lay on top of him. "Gods. That was... yeah." It wasn't often that Scorpius was left ineloquent and lost for words.
"Yeah. So, back to mine?"
"Yes, boss."
Charlie laughed, pressing a kiss between Scorpius' shoulder blades and pulling on his nipple rings once before he stepped away. "I might make you call me boss all the time."
"Well, you sign my pay check, boss. I'll do whatever you want." Scorpius tried to sound as flirty as was possible when you were hopping back into your clothes and slightly uncoordinated from a fantastic orgasm. It clearly worked, because Charlie's hand swung out, catching Scorpius' hair and bringing him in for another sloppy kiss.
"I'll hold you to that."
"I can't wait."
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - luvscharlie
Rating - NC17
Word Count - ~2,600
Characters/Pairings - Charlie/Scorpius
Warnings/Kinks - Piercings, Cross!Gen, PWP, 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 do anything to get Charlie's attention. Even face his fear of needles. If only he can stay conscious long enough to explain what he wants to the piercer...
Author's Notes - Told using the prompt Piercings/Needleplay from my kink_bingo claim card, which can be found here.
Sinking down onto a bench, Scorpius eyed the tattoo parlour balefully, cursing its very existence. His mother was constantly telling him off for getting an idea into his head and refusing to deviate from it, and right now he could see her point.
He'd been working on the Welsh reserve for six months, earning his stripes as he learnt everything there was to know about Dragons. At first, he had felt nothing for his tutor but the appropriate level of respect and reverence: Charlie Weasley was the best in the business, and had the scars to prove it. Literally.
Except, quite without him realising it, Scorpius had started to look at Charlie as something more than his teacher. He'd started to notice the way Charlie's leathers clung to his skin a little tighter than everyone else's. He'd started to notice the way Charlie's skin was awash with colours, from the phoenix rising on his back to the tiny purple butterfly on the inside of his wrist. He'd started to notice the various piercings Charlie had, none of them ever on view, but hinted at due to the aforementioned tight leather clothes.
And Charlie didn't ever notice him.
Scorpius had flirted in the pub on the regular nights out. He'd stayed longer than anyone else on the reserve to help Charlie pack up at night. He'd volunteered for night shifts to sit up with Charlie. And all the time Charlie kept a respectful distance, treated him like a child.
It was that thought that spurred Scorpius on, cajoled him into standing up and striding towards the little shop. The sign in the window said they had a fully trained piercer, and it was that service that Scorpius intended to avail himself of today. Two simple rings, something to just disrupt the line of his shirt on the next night out, were all he needed.
Entering the shop, Scorpius gave his name and followed the woman into the back. Just looking at her made Scorpius tremble - she had piercings in places he'd never realised you could pierce.
"Right, love, what are we doing today?"
"P-p-p-piercing." Scorpius hated the way he stammered over the word, but he'd just caught sight of the collection of needles on the side. They were huge; surely she wouldn't use that...
"I sort of gathered that, love. What are we piercing? Ear, lip, nipple, cock?"
"NO!" Scorpius startled himself with his yelp, and he had to sink into the little chair; his knees weren't going to support him much longer. "I mean... just my nipples, thank you."
"Okie-dokie, that'll be eight Galleons for them both, special offer on today. Shirt off, love, and we'll whack them in."
Scorpius could barely get his shirt open; his hands were shaking that badly. As he shrugged out of his shirt, the friendly woman turned away and began sterilising two small needles.
"Just read through this and sign on the bottom, love."
Scorpius took the clipboard, scanning over the warnings and aftercare instructions, and signing his name at the bottom. "Will this hurt?"
"Not so much. I'm sure a strapping lad like you will survive it."
Scorpius nodded warily, letting her push him back in the chair, so that his chest was sloped at an angle. She rested each of the little needles on his chest, pinching his nipples to get them stiff. Scorpius looked down, unable to look away as she drew her wand and muttered an incantation. It would have been nice to hear the incantation, just so he could maybe do his own piercings one day. Unfortunately, at the sight of the little needles wiggling into life and piercing into his skin, Scorpius passed out.
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Scorpius opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling of his little bedroom on the reserve. Disorientated, and with an aching chest, Scorpius stood up and walked into the little lounge area. Then he blinked. Twice. Charlie was sat on the sofa as though he owned the place, one foot up on the coffee table and one on the sofa. "Uhm, hello."
"You're awake."
"Was I asleep long?"
Charlie laughed, standing up and stretching. "You opened your eyes pretty much as soon as you'd passed out, and started babbling such nonsense that Stace gave you a mouthful of Draught of Peace and Floo'd me. Her mouthful is pretty big though; it's almost teatime."
Scorpius flushed, wrapping his arms around himself in shame, and wincing as his arms brushed against his sore nipples. "Bugger."
"Malfoy, you go green when Nurse Jackie gets the tweezers to pick bits of grit out of your cuts; why on earth would you get piercings?"
"Because I wanted you to notice me." There was a beat of silence, and then the last of the haze from the Draught of Peace lifted, and Scorpius clapped his hand over his mouth. "Shit!"
Charlie looked as stunned as Scorpius felt, and didn't seem to know where to look. "Oh."
"Oh bugger."
"Mate, I've never not noticed you."
"I know, I know, I'm a great student. Look, could you just leave so that I can wallow in my own idiocy?"
Charlie nodded, but didn't actually move. Scorpius was about to ask him to leave, again - and just when had Scorpius' objective switched from desperately trying to get Charlie into his rooms to desperately trying to get him out of them - when Charlie spoke quietly. "I noticed you the first time you walked onto my reserve, acting like you owned the place and making leather look even sexier than I thought it could."
"Oh." Scorpius didn't really know what else to say, so he just hugged his torso a little tighter, and looked at Charlie's boots. "Okay. Well, could you not have mentioned that before I scarred myself for life?"
"Scorpius, you're my student."
"Oh." Scorpius was making himself look like a monosyllabic dunce, but really, what else could he say?
"Listen, can we have this conversation in a month, when you get your stripes?"
Scorpius nodded. He felt too rejected, and was in too much pain to really do anything else. As Charlie slipped out of the door and clicked it closed, Scorpius decided it was time for brandy. Lots and lots of brandy.
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For saying they weren't going to have any conversations about any possible relationship until Scorpius had completed his internship, Charlie was sure doing his best to make Scorpius explode with pent up frustration. Everything was an innuendo, every look a double entendre and every word laced with a second meaning. Scorpius spent half his time hard and half his time wanting to smack Charlie around the head for making him hard. It was a confusing way to live.
It also meant that, as Scorpius headed into Charlie's office to find out if he'd passed his internship and would be offered a job or not, he was also desperate to know whether Charlie intended to push their flirting any further either.
"Take a seat Scorpius." Scorpius sat in the chair that Charlie gestured to and waited for Charlie to speak again. "Congratulations are in order; you've certainly proved yourself these past few months, and right now a form is being Owled to the Ministry to get you your Dragon Handler's licence. There's also a job here, if you want it?"
A little gobsmacked, it took Scorpius a few moments to register the reality of the situation. "Merlin. Thank you! Yes, I'd love the job, thank you."
"Good, I think you'll be a valuable member of the team." Charlie stood up and walked around his desk. Scorpius heard the lock click into place and stood up automatically. Charlie was walking back over to him, his lips pulling up at the edges as he spoke softly. "And now you're not my student anymore, I can finally do this."
Charlie leaned forwards, his rough hands cupping Scorpius' face. The last thing Scorpius saw was Charlie's sky-blue eyes before Charlie kissed him. It felt incredible, and Scorpius' arms wound up of their own accord to wrap around Charlie's back and pull him closer. Scorpius had been craving this for so long that to finally have it now felt almost unreal. He wanted more of Charlie, right now, and couldn't stop himself frotting against Charlie gently, letting out a little moan.
"Fuck, I want you."
No four words had ever sounded as sweet to Scorpius' ears, and he nodded frantically, practically running backwards until his legs hit Charlie's desk. Reaching his hand behind him to sweep the piles of paperwork out of the way, Scorpius reached out and pulled Charlie to him, opening his legs so that Charlie could stand between them as they kissed again. Scorpius had never been kissed so thoroughly; Charlie clearly knew what he was doing. Scorpius' hands seemed to have developed a life of their own, racing up and down Charlie's back, his arms, lacing into his hair and pinching his arse. But when Scorpius started fumbling at Charlie's buttons, Charlie stepped back suddenly.
"Shouldn't we... you know, take it slow, or-"
"You spend a month riling me up, and then want to go slow?" Scorpius didn't know whether to sound incredulous or annoyed. He settled for a mix of both. "Sod slow, get your arse back over here!"
For saying he was the boss, Charlie was very good at taking orders, and was soon back between Scorpius' legs, kissing like he needed it to breathe. And this time, when Scorpius' hands dropped down to Charlie's arse, squeezing the firm globes, Charlie didn't back away. Quite the opposite: he jolted his hips forwards and rubbed an impressive hardness against the bulge in Scorpius' own trousers. Scorpius had never once hated his leathers, or Charlie's for that matter, but right now Scorpius despised the work gear, and how it stood in the way between his skin and Charlie's.
Breaking away from the kiss, Scorpius leaned back and brought one hand up to his mouth, running his thumb over his lips to check they were still there, and Charlie hadn't kissed them off. "Do you want to come back to mine?"
"My rooms are nicer. We can go later; right now, I want to shag you senseless right over this desk."
Groaning, Scorpius practically melted off the desk, standing up straight to strip off his clothes. Charlie mirrored his actions, and in no time at all they were naked, and Scorpius was staring at a very pretty cock. Nice and thick, surrounded by wiry red curls, it jutted out proudly from Charlie's body, and made Scorpius ache. He hadn't had sex in so long, he'd almost forgotten how it felt. But Scorpius had no doubt that Charlie would bring it all crashing back to him, and likely teach him a few new things too.
Watching Charlie's hand raise up, Scorpius groaned as Charlie pulled at one of his nipple rings gently.
"You kept these?"
"Seemed a waste to take them out, after all the drama of getting them put in." Scorpius felt himself colouring up at the memory of fainting, and being taken home by Charlie. Not that he remembered the being taken home part, but he had no doubt it had been embarrassing. Still, at least in his state of high arousal, Charlie wouldn't be able to see him blushing.
"Have they healed up properly?"
"Yeah, no problems."
"Good." Charlie sounded genuinely pleased as he rested his hands on Scorpius' waist, turning Scorpius around to face the desk. Scorpius shivered as Charlie's hand pressed between his shoulder blades, bending him down over the smooth wood. He could get used to being manhandled in this way; his love of rough and tumble had been what drew him to Dragon Handling as a profession, and Scorpius was immensely relieved that Charlie didn't disappoint. He bit down on the inside of his cheek as the chill of a lubricating spell washed over him, immediately followed by the warmth of Charlie spooning around his back. "Because I've been thinking about them non-stop since I saw them."
Scorpius nodded vaguely, too focused on the feeling of the head of Charlie's dick rubbing along his cleft to really focus on the words. Until Charlie tugged on one of the little hoops, sending a jolt of delicious pain through Scorpius' chest. Scorpius knew how good it felt to have the piercings played with, he'd been toying with them himself ever since they'd healed up. But having someone else playing with them was a kind of pleasure he hadn't even imagined.
"Thinking about taking you over my desk, tugging on these as I split you open."
"Gods..." Scorpius trailed off, bracing his arms against the desk as he felt Charlie breach him. For long, glorious minutes, neither of them spoke, just grunted and moaned as Charlie thrust into Scorpius, coming to a stop only when he was balls deep. Scorpius chuckled slightly as Charlie licked his spine, catching the beads of sweat there as they both panted for breath. "Anything... anything else?"
"Thought about you riding me, and me pulling on these little rings with my teeth. I thought about tying you up and seeing how many weights you could stand." Charlie punctuated every word with a thrust, using the first few to find his rhythm and test Scorpius' limits. And it seemed that once he figured out that Scorpius wasn't going to break, all bets were off.
Arching his fingers, Scorpius tried to find some purchase on the smooth wood as Charlie thrust in and out of him, fucking him hard and deep, with the occasional line of filthy talk, promising all manner of things he'd do to Scorpius and the piercings. Scorpius fully intended to hold him to each one. Giving up on the top of the desk and curling one hand around the far side, Scorpius rested his other hand over Charlie's, pushing Charlie's fingers into pinching and pulling his nipples harder. The pain felt divine, the perfect counterpart to the warm pleasure tingling up and down his spine. He'd really missed sex.
Feeling Charlie's rhythm start to falter, Scorpius dropped his hand away from Charlie's, finding his prick bouncing against the desk and taking it in hand. A few short, sharp pulls and Scorpius was coming in what felt like waves, spilling pearly white strands all over the desk as his entire body seized and spasmed. It was better than all the orgasms he'd had while he'd been thinking of Charlie in the shower, or in bed, or a few times out on the reserve.
Scorpius' elbows finally gave up, and he slumped forwards onto the desk, exhaling with an 'oof' as Charlie lay on top of him. "Gods. That was... yeah." It wasn't often that Scorpius was left ineloquent and lost for words.
"Yeah. So, back to mine?"
"Yes, boss."
Charlie laughed, pressing a kiss between Scorpius' shoulder blades and pulling on his nipple rings once before he stepped away. "I might make you call me boss all the time."
"Well, you sign my pay check, boss. I'll do whatever you want." Scorpius tried to sound as flirty as was possible when you were hopping back into your clothes and slightly uncoordinated from a fantastic orgasm. It clearly worked, because Charlie's hand swung out, catching Scorpius' hair and bringing him in for another sloppy kiss.
"I'll hold you to that."
"I can't wait."