Happy Belated Birthday girlofavalon!
Title: Ends and Means
Author: softly_sweetly
Beta: None, mistakes are mine alone
Pairing: Harry/Draco/Scorpius
Length: ~500
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are the property of J.K. Rowling. I make no money from this piece of fanfiction.
Warnings/Kinks: Incest, Threesome, Double Penetration, DubCon, Crossgen (Scorpius is 17 here)
Summary:
Author Notes: Counts to prompt #13 Trust from my 100quills Next Generation Table
Happy belated birthday, girlofavalon!
Scorpius had been caught, quite literally, with his hands down his pants. Stuck at home over the summer, bored out of his mind with all his homework finished, he'd seen no reason not to spend some quality time with himself while his father and Harry were at work. He had a stock of memories from his coming of age party - the one he had with his father and Harry, not the one he shared with his friends - and as he was a man now, what was the harm?
And if Scorpius had selectively forgotten his father's rule about asking permission when he was at the Manor - his father called it manners, Scorpius knew it was so neither his father nor Harry ever missed a chance to watch him - then Scorpius could put it down to raging hormones.
He had the luck of Sod himself, and had been caught. His father was the uptight one, the one who liked to maintain control and told Scorpius off for breaking the rules. Harry was the laid back one, who Scorpius could normally count on to get him out of trouble with his father. But then his father had said the two magic words, and Harry's desire to get Scorpius off the hook had melted off his face.
Scorpius begged and pleaded, but their minds were set. The punishment never fit the crime, but Scorpius had long ago given up on the idea that any punishment he ever got would be accountable to anything other than whatever sexual whim his father or Harry had at the time. Scorpius would be lying if he said he didn't like it too, but he didn't like this. Lay on top of Harry, already full on Harry's shaft and his father's fingers, and with more to come. It didn't matter that the pleasure at the end of the process was shattering; getting there hurt, and Scorpius had tried to whine and wheedle his way out of this.
Harry's fingers ran up and down his back, and Scorpius wriggled as the chill of extra lubricant sent a shiver up his spine. The fingers slid out of him, and Scorpius relaxed for a moment. But he couldn't stop himself tensing up when he felt the tip of his father's shaft pushing against his stretched entrance. Soft lips pressed against his cheek, and the words came on a whisper, both his father and Harry seeming to speak in unison.
"Trust us."
Scorpius inhaled deeply and tried to relax, pressing his forehead against Harry's chest and biting down on his lips as his father slipped into him, and the burning started. It hurt, but the closeness between the three of them, the way Scorpius felt connected to both men, equally and eternally, as well as the promise of pleasure to come, helped Scorpius to relax, gave him something to focus on other than the pain. For this, this closeness, this intimacy, this promise of pleasure to come if he could just ride out the pain, the means were justified.
Author: softly_sweetly
Beta: None, mistakes are mine alone
Pairing: Harry/Draco/Scorpius
Length: ~500
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are the property of J.K. Rowling. I make no money from this piece of fanfiction.
Warnings/Kinks: Incest, Threesome, Double Penetration, DubCon, Crossgen (Scorpius is 17 here)
Summary:
Author Notes: Counts to prompt #13 Trust from my 100quills Next Generation Table
Happy belated birthday, girlofavalon!
Scorpius had been caught, quite literally, with his hands down his pants. Stuck at home over the summer, bored out of his mind with all his homework finished, he'd seen no reason not to spend some quality time with himself while his father and Harry were at work. He had a stock of memories from his coming of age party - the one he had with his father and Harry, not the one he shared with his friends - and as he was a man now, what was the harm?
And if Scorpius had selectively forgotten his father's rule about asking permission when he was at the Manor - his father called it manners, Scorpius knew it was so neither his father nor Harry ever missed a chance to watch him - then Scorpius could put it down to raging hormones.
He had the luck of Sod himself, and had been caught. His father was the uptight one, the one who liked to maintain control and told Scorpius off for breaking the rules. Harry was the laid back one, who Scorpius could normally count on to get him out of trouble with his father. But then his father had said the two magic words, and Harry's desire to get Scorpius off the hook had melted off his face.
Scorpius begged and pleaded, but their minds were set. The punishment never fit the crime, but Scorpius had long ago given up on the idea that any punishment he ever got would be accountable to anything other than whatever sexual whim his father or Harry had at the time. Scorpius would be lying if he said he didn't like it too, but he didn't like this. Lay on top of Harry, already full on Harry's shaft and his father's fingers, and with more to come. It didn't matter that the pleasure at the end of the process was shattering; getting there hurt, and Scorpius had tried to whine and wheedle his way out of this.
Harry's fingers ran up and down his back, and Scorpius wriggled as the chill of extra lubricant sent a shiver up his spine. The fingers slid out of him, and Scorpius relaxed for a moment. But he couldn't stop himself tensing up when he felt the tip of his father's shaft pushing against his stretched entrance. Soft lips pressed against his cheek, and the words came on a whisper, both his father and Harry seeming to speak in unison.
"Trust us."
Scorpius inhaled deeply and tried to relax, pressing his forehead against Harry's chest and biting down on his lips as his father slipped into him, and the burning started. It hurt, but the closeness between the three of them, the way Scorpius felt connected to both men, equally and eternally, as well as the promise of pleasure to come, helped Scorpius to relax, gave him something to focus on other than the pain. For this, this closeness, this intimacy, this promise of pleasure to come if he could just ride out the pain, the means were justified.