Happy Belated Birthday snarkyscorp!
Title - Young Lust
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - nolagal
Rating - NC17
Word Count - ~800
Characters/Pairings - Harry/Scorpius
Warnings/Kinks - Cross Gen, Dub Con, Teacher/Student, Toys,
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 - No Gryffindor/Slytherin Quidditch match would be complete without at least one side cheating. And just because he's a teacher doesn't mean Harry has to refrain from swaying the results.
Author's Notes - Counts to prompt #22 Heartless from my 100quills Harry/Scorpius Table. Follows on from Hey, Teacher, Leave that Kid Alone, but can be read alone.
Happy Belated Birthday snarkyscorp!
"Malfoy."
Harry would never get tired of the way Scorpius paused when he spoke, of the way Scorpius flinched into submission as soon as Harry called his name. The joy it gave him was cold and clear, made him feel powerful and heartless. Scorpius made Harry feel invincible again. Harry didn't even care anymore, didn't let the reality of what he was doing bother his conscience. After all, Scorpius had never said no. At least, he'd never said it and meant it.
"Professor?"
Harry pushed open the first door his palm found and silently waited. Scorpius nodded, walking into the room with his head bowed. Harry glanced down, resisting the urge to lean and bite the back of Scorpius' neck. All that lovely pale skin... just thinking about it was making Harry's trousers feel tighter. But now wasn't the time; he had a better plan. Reaching into his pocket, Harry pulled out the plug and let Scorpius look at it. It wasn't particularly intimidating; red, slimmer than most things Harry made Scorpius take, and relatively short. The reason Scorpius' eyes were wide and sparkling was because the charm could be seen, shimmering over the silicone like glitter. Harry waited, daring Scorpius to ask what it was.
But Scorpius stayed silent; they'd been playing this game for long enough now that Scorpius knew all the rules. Harry would need to change them again. "It's a big match today, isn't it?"
"Yes. It decides the cup, Sir."
Harry knew that. That was what made this so much fun. Flipping the plug so his fingertips were gripping the base, Harry held the toy up to Scorpius' lips and pressed it against them. "Get it good and wet, Malfoy, because that's all you're getting."
Biting down on the inside of his cheek, Harry watched as Scorpius tipped his head and took in the toy. He could see Scorpius' cheeks and throat moving, could feel the toy twitching as Scorpius licked. Harry was enjoying the show so much it was almost worth letting Scorpius carry on sucking. Or giving him something better to suck on.
Pulling the plug away from Scorpius' mouth sharply, Harry didn't even have to ask anymore. Scorpius knew what to do, sweeping his Quidditch robes to the side and dropped his trousers. Harry pushed the plug into place quickly, ignoring Scorpius' wince. Landing his hand on Scorpius' arse in a stinging slap, Harry pointed out the window and towards the Quidditch pitch. "Just a little something to make you think of me each time you score."
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Scorpius had stayed out in the stands long after the game had finished, but Harry could wait. He had marking to do, and the charm on the plug told him when Scorpius began approaching the castle. The Quidditch match had easily been the best one Harry had ever seen. All anyone could talk about was how each time he got the Quaffle and got close to the goal hoops, Scorpius fumbled the ball. Even the teachers were entranced by Scorpius' inability to get the Quaffle through a hoop, even though he was such an excellent player. They were so busy watching him, that nobody was watching Harry; nobody noticed he had his wand out and was giving it a discreet little flick at opportune moments.
Stepping out of his office, Harry waited, wondering what Scorpius would choose to do. This was the farthest he had ever pushed Scorpius, and Harry was excited to see what would happen. All the types of private humiliation in the world - and Harry had managed most of them in his and Scorpius' dalliance - couldn't match up to the public humiliation of Quidditch, a sport that Scorpius was incredibly passionate about. But when footsteps echoed down the corridor, Harry smiled. This was another match he'd won, another notch on his bedpost.
Scorpius stopped in front of him, cheeks flushed and shoulders dropped. "Please?"
The restraint charm had been a last minute addition, but Harry was immediately glad he'd slipped it in. The vibration charm had scuppered Scorpius' chances of scoring and kept his mind on Harry and not the game, but it was the restraint charm that had stopped him finding any kind of release, that had brought him back to Harry's office to ask for more.
Resting his hand on Scorpius' shoulder, Harry checked the corridor and pushed Scorpius into his office. "Fetch the cane. You know where to stand."
"But..."
"You lost, Scorpius." Harry paused, partly for effect and partly to choose his next words carefully, so they had the maximum impact. "You lost the match, and losers do not get rewarded. Now don't make me ask again."
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - nolagal
Rating - NC17
Word Count - ~800
Characters/Pairings - Harry/Scorpius
Warnings/Kinks - Cross Gen, Dub Con, Teacher/Student, Toys,
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 - No Gryffindor/Slytherin Quidditch match would be complete without at least one side cheating. And just because he's a teacher doesn't mean Harry has to refrain from swaying the results.
Author's Notes - Counts to prompt #22 Heartless from my 100quills Harry/Scorpius Table. Follows on from Hey, Teacher, Leave that Kid Alone, but can be read alone.
Happy Belated Birthday snarkyscorp!
"Malfoy."
Harry would never get tired of the way Scorpius paused when he spoke, of the way Scorpius flinched into submission as soon as Harry called his name. The joy it gave him was cold and clear, made him feel powerful and heartless. Scorpius made Harry feel invincible again. Harry didn't even care anymore, didn't let the reality of what he was doing bother his conscience. After all, Scorpius had never said no. At least, he'd never said it and meant it.
"Professor?"
Harry pushed open the first door his palm found and silently waited. Scorpius nodded, walking into the room with his head bowed. Harry glanced down, resisting the urge to lean and bite the back of Scorpius' neck. All that lovely pale skin... just thinking about it was making Harry's trousers feel tighter. But now wasn't the time; he had a better plan. Reaching into his pocket, Harry pulled out the plug and let Scorpius look at it. It wasn't particularly intimidating; red, slimmer than most things Harry made Scorpius take, and relatively short. The reason Scorpius' eyes were wide and sparkling was because the charm could be seen, shimmering over the silicone like glitter. Harry waited, daring Scorpius to ask what it was.
But Scorpius stayed silent; they'd been playing this game for long enough now that Scorpius knew all the rules. Harry would need to change them again. "It's a big match today, isn't it?"
"Yes. It decides the cup, Sir."
Harry knew that. That was what made this so much fun. Flipping the plug so his fingertips were gripping the base, Harry held the toy up to Scorpius' lips and pressed it against them. "Get it good and wet, Malfoy, because that's all you're getting."
Biting down on the inside of his cheek, Harry watched as Scorpius tipped his head and took in the toy. He could see Scorpius' cheeks and throat moving, could feel the toy twitching as Scorpius licked. Harry was enjoying the show so much it was almost worth letting Scorpius carry on sucking. Or giving him something better to suck on.
Pulling the plug away from Scorpius' mouth sharply, Harry didn't even have to ask anymore. Scorpius knew what to do, sweeping his Quidditch robes to the side and dropped his trousers. Harry pushed the plug into place quickly, ignoring Scorpius' wince. Landing his hand on Scorpius' arse in a stinging slap, Harry pointed out the window and towards the Quidditch pitch. "Just a little something to make you think of me each time you score."
~~~♥~~~♥~~~ ♥~~~♥~~~ ♥~~~♥~~~
Scorpius had stayed out in the stands long after the game had finished, but Harry could wait. He had marking to do, and the charm on the plug told him when Scorpius began approaching the castle. The Quidditch match had easily been the best one Harry had ever seen. All anyone could talk about was how each time he got the Quaffle and got close to the goal hoops, Scorpius fumbled the ball. Even the teachers were entranced by Scorpius' inability to get the Quaffle through a hoop, even though he was such an excellent player. They were so busy watching him, that nobody was watching Harry; nobody noticed he had his wand out and was giving it a discreet little flick at opportune moments.
Stepping out of his office, Harry waited, wondering what Scorpius would choose to do. This was the farthest he had ever pushed Scorpius, and Harry was excited to see what would happen. All the types of private humiliation in the world - and Harry had managed most of them in his and Scorpius' dalliance - couldn't match up to the public humiliation of Quidditch, a sport that Scorpius was incredibly passionate about. But when footsteps echoed down the corridor, Harry smiled. This was another match he'd won, another notch on his bedpost.
Scorpius stopped in front of him, cheeks flushed and shoulders dropped. "Please?"
The restraint charm had been a last minute addition, but Harry was immediately glad he'd slipped it in. The vibration charm had scuppered Scorpius' chances of scoring and kept his mind on Harry and not the game, but it was the restraint charm that had stopped him finding any kind of release, that had brought him back to Harry's office to ask for more.
Resting his hand on Scorpius' shoulder, Harry checked the corridor and pushed Scorpius into his office. "Fetch the cane. You know where to stand."
"But..."
"You lost, Scorpius." Harry paused, partly for effect and partly to choose his next words carefully, so they had the maximum impact. "You lost the match, and losers do not get rewarded. Now don't make me ask again."