fic: The Danger in Listening
Title: The Danger in Listening
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,596
Summary: Scorpius likes to watch, but sometimes that can be the most dangerous thing.
Notes: If you’re not a fan of ageplay or Harry/Scorpius, do not read. Also slight mention of AS/S but not really. Written for
abusing_sarcasmin response to her oh so amusing Pansy!fic. xD Tailored to her kinks...and mine. >.>
The Danger in Listening
Scorpius was still, despite the reputation Hogwarts had given him, a virgin.
Some thought he was a virgin was because he didn’t like girls and there simply weren’t enough blokes willing to take a chance at being caught with another bloke like that. Others assumed it was that Scorpius wasn’t willing to give up his control and be taken, and most of those who would have been interested weren’t keen to be on the receiving end.
Only a handful of students knew, in strictest confidence, that Scorpius’ virginity was partially due to both of those reasons but that the best explanation as to why Scorpius Malfoy was still a virgin was that he liked to watch. And in most cases, his voyeurism was coupled with control. He liked to explain to those he watched what he wanted to see, and often he would even go so far as to correct them or command that they change their positions, do this or that differently, or watch him as they followed his instructions. The oddest thing was that while Scorpius got off on watching, no one had ever seen him orgasm. When things were done, Scorpius would move silently out of the room, return to his sleeping quarters and jerk off quietly in his bed. And while no one really understood his behavior, he never bothered to explain.
Even his best friend and fellow Slytherin, Albus Potter, didn’t fully understand Scorpius’ motives or sexual interests. Then again, Albus tried not to ask, as he knew his friend wouldn’t be keen on exploring those motives and since they both got on so well, it never came between them. Even though Scorpius had watched Albus quite a few times, afterwards they simply never spoke of it.
Being away from Hogwarts, it was much harder to find partners to watch, and so for Scorpius, most of the summer was spent with Albus at his parent’s house, a cozy sort of cottage in the countryside near the Weasley Burrow. The cottage was actually fairly large on the inside, though it lacked most of the comforts of Malfoy Manor, the grand mansion that had been passed to Draco the day Scorpius was born. But as long as he got to watch Albus jerk off and could relieve himself in the bathroom in private afterwards, he was content to stay in as small a house as any.
And the Potters, despite what Scorpius’ family would have to say, were so very perfect and concise. Everyone had their own little room, just large enough to occupy without excess and they ate family meals and everyone pitched in on chores and it was really the most horridly saccharine thing Scorpius had ever seen, and though it mostly made him want to throw up, it was kind of nice to see a family that functioned without regulations and timetables. The Malfoys operated under a strict set of rules that were governed by age-old traditions, most of which Scorpius found his father could never quote when asked to and all of which Scorpius loathed. They were boring. The mess of the Potter household, the unconsciousness in the way they acted and the slight disarray in even the most perfect things - like the way Harry left several plates out after dinner - made things perfect in his opinion.
But on the second night of his week-long stay at the Potter’s, he saw something he shouldn’t have, did something he shouldn’t have, and felt something he shouldn’t have that rocked his notion of what lay unsaid in the perfect Potter household.
It was all Albus’ fault, to be sure, because it occurred just after Scorpius had watched Albus on his bed, gently jerking himself off to completion. The funny thing about watching Albus come in front of him was how undeniably straight the other boy was. Albus was nothing if not interested in girls and rather known for the fact that they tried to get into his pants because he was Harry Potter’s son. It was part of the legacy, of which Albus’ older brother took full advantage, but Scorpius had found that of the many differences between Albus and James Potter, Albus hated the attention and fame seekers and he was always so frustrated after some of his dates that it was in fact the reason he first offered to jerk off while Scorpius watched. Albus needed to get off anyway, Scorpius needed to watch - it simply worked for both of them without complications.
Except that this time, as Scorpius excused himself from the bedroom and made his way down the dark and empty hallway towards the guest bath, there was a light on in the guest bedroom that gave him reason to pause, interrupting the otherwise uneventful evening. He could see the minute stream of light spilling out from under the door and as he took note of all the closed doors at the other end of the hallway, he wondered which of the Potters decided to sleep outside of their own bedroom. It was odd, actually, and immediately Scorpius narrowed it down to two choices - Harry or Ginny. None of the kids had reason to sleep out there, but if the Potter parents had a fight, it was likely one of them opted to take the guest bedroom for the night. Scorpius had witnessed such events in his own house - it was just curious that one of the Potters might not be so perfect after all.
Scorpius hesitated near the guest bedroom’s door, glancing from it to the bathroom that was just steps away. Scorpius was achingly hard, balls heavy and trousers tight, as watching Albus had brought him quickly to the edge. But curiosity, though said to have killed the cat, had also overwhelmed many a Slytherin as well.
Gripping himself over the softness of his pajama bottoms, he groaned quietly and pressed his ear firmly to the door. If someone would have seen him, they’d have laughed. There he stood, bare-chested and barefoot, hand over a rather obvious rise at his crotch, with his face practically smothered against the door to hear who was in the small room. But despite a slight tinge of embarrassment that passed through him, he was unaffected by the state he was in. He merely massaged his balls through the fabric to stave off his impending release, and closed his eyes to concentrate on the noises behind the door.
And he was not disappointed with what he heard. As soon as his ear was pressed to the wood, his breath hitched.
There was a moan on the other side.
Scorpius jerked away from the door, blue eyes wide, and glanced down the end of the hallway in breathless excitement, checking that all the doors were still closed tight. Heart pounding, he swallowed his sudden anxiety and pressed his ear once again to the door. Again, he heard the unmistakable noises he knew all too well and again his breath caught.
There was a very masculine voice from inside that was grunting quietly, a wet kind of slapping sound, and some panting. Immediately, Scorpius felt the ache in his balls grow ever more urgent, and he gripped himself a bit hard, wincing audibly as he hunched there against the door, helpless to hear more and excited at the danger of knowing he could be found at any moment, that someone might walk into the hallway and watch him come against the door. He wished, more than anything, that he could see who it was in the room, that he could watch the firm hand gliding over rigid flesh, that he could smell the come and taste the scent in the air.
Gritting his teeth, Scorpius shifted uncomfortably and without even a glance to check if the coast was clear, pulled his erection out from his pajamas. Rubbing against the door, he bit his tongue to keep any noise from escaping between his pink parted lips and just leaned harder against the frame, ear burning from how hard he pressed it to the wood to hear.
It was maddening, how quiet the noises had got then, but he didn’t have to wait very long for the climax. From within the bedroom, a long, low groan seized the air, and Scorpius rubbed up harder to the door and then gripped his dick, rubbing his fist across the flesh so hard and fast it made him a bit dizzy. It was so good, so dirty, listening to someone coming, not being able to see it but imagining it just as clearly as if he could. And for once, Scorpius didn’t want to rush to the nearest lavatory to wank privately. For once, the desire to orgasm was so powerful, so intense, that after hearing the person inside the room finish, Scorpius wanted to as well, right there with him. He jerked himself off with low, panting whimpers, mouthing at the door wetly to keep from screaming.
He couldn’t wait. He didn’t want to wait. It was over.
And then, suddenly, the door flew open and Scorpius couldn’t stop himself and he came right onto Harry Potter’s thigh.
For one horrifying moment, the sound of his grunted orgasm was the only sound that filled the air, and when their eyes met, Scorpius felt embarrassment, humiliation, arousal, and that dangerous sizzle of unfamiliar electricity pass between them. And the next moment, he fell forward slowly, leaned his body against Harry’s and actually gathered the courage to say, to literally purr against Harry’s warm, listless mouth, “I heard you.”
Read Chapter Two...
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,596
Summary: Scorpius likes to watch, but sometimes that can be the most dangerous thing.
Notes: If you’re not a fan of ageplay or Harry/Scorpius, do not read. Also slight mention of AS/S but not really. Written for
abusing_sarcasmin response to her oh so amusing Pansy!fic. xD Tailored to her kinks...and mine. >.>
The Danger in Listening
Scorpius was still, despite the reputation Hogwarts had given him, a virgin.
Some thought he was a virgin was because he didn’t like girls and there simply weren’t enough blokes willing to take a chance at being caught with another bloke like that. Others assumed it was that Scorpius wasn’t willing to give up his control and be taken, and most of those who would have been interested weren’t keen to be on the receiving end.
Only a handful of students knew, in strictest confidence, that Scorpius’ virginity was partially due to both of those reasons but that the best explanation as to why Scorpius Malfoy was still a virgin was that he liked to watch. And in most cases, his voyeurism was coupled with control. He liked to explain to those he watched what he wanted to see, and often he would even go so far as to correct them or command that they change their positions, do this or that differently, or watch him as they followed his instructions. The oddest thing was that while Scorpius got off on watching, no one had ever seen him orgasm. When things were done, Scorpius would move silently out of the room, return to his sleeping quarters and jerk off quietly in his bed. And while no one really understood his behavior, he never bothered to explain.
Even his best friend and fellow Slytherin, Albus Potter, didn’t fully understand Scorpius’ motives or sexual interests. Then again, Albus tried not to ask, as he knew his friend wouldn’t be keen on exploring those motives and since they both got on so well, it never came between them. Even though Scorpius had watched Albus quite a few times, afterwards they simply never spoke of it.
Being away from Hogwarts, it was much harder to find partners to watch, and so for Scorpius, most of the summer was spent with Albus at his parent’s house, a cozy sort of cottage in the countryside near the Weasley Burrow. The cottage was actually fairly large on the inside, though it lacked most of the comforts of Malfoy Manor, the grand mansion that had been passed to Draco the day Scorpius was born. But as long as he got to watch Albus jerk off and could relieve himself in the bathroom in private afterwards, he was content to stay in as small a house as any.
And the Potters, despite what Scorpius’ family would have to say, were so very perfect and concise. Everyone had their own little room, just large enough to occupy without excess and they ate family meals and everyone pitched in on chores and it was really the most horridly saccharine thing Scorpius had ever seen, and though it mostly made him want to throw up, it was kind of nice to see a family that functioned without regulations and timetables. The Malfoys operated under a strict set of rules that were governed by age-old traditions, most of which Scorpius found his father could never quote when asked to and all of which Scorpius loathed. They were boring. The mess of the Potter household, the unconsciousness in the way they acted and the slight disarray in even the most perfect things - like the way Harry left several plates out after dinner - made things perfect in his opinion.
But on the second night of his week-long stay at the Potter’s, he saw something he shouldn’t have, did something he shouldn’t have, and felt something he shouldn’t have that rocked his notion of what lay unsaid in the perfect Potter household.
It was all Albus’ fault, to be sure, because it occurred just after Scorpius had watched Albus on his bed, gently jerking himself off to completion. The funny thing about watching Albus come in front of him was how undeniably straight the other boy was. Albus was nothing if not interested in girls and rather known for the fact that they tried to get into his pants because he was Harry Potter’s son. It was part of the legacy, of which Albus’ older brother took full advantage, but Scorpius had found that of the many differences between Albus and James Potter, Albus hated the attention and fame seekers and he was always so frustrated after some of his dates that it was in fact the reason he first offered to jerk off while Scorpius watched. Albus needed to get off anyway, Scorpius needed to watch - it simply worked for both of them without complications.
Except that this time, as Scorpius excused himself from the bedroom and made his way down the dark and empty hallway towards the guest bath, there was a light on in the guest bedroom that gave him reason to pause, interrupting the otherwise uneventful evening. He could see the minute stream of light spilling out from under the door and as he took note of all the closed doors at the other end of the hallway, he wondered which of the Potters decided to sleep outside of their own bedroom. It was odd, actually, and immediately Scorpius narrowed it down to two choices - Harry or Ginny. None of the kids had reason to sleep out there, but if the Potter parents had a fight, it was likely one of them opted to take the guest bedroom for the night. Scorpius had witnessed such events in his own house - it was just curious that one of the Potters might not be so perfect after all.
Scorpius hesitated near the guest bedroom’s door, glancing from it to the bathroom that was just steps away. Scorpius was achingly hard, balls heavy and trousers tight, as watching Albus had brought him quickly to the edge. But curiosity, though said to have killed the cat, had also overwhelmed many a Slytherin as well.
Gripping himself over the softness of his pajama bottoms, he groaned quietly and pressed his ear firmly to the door. If someone would have seen him, they’d have laughed. There he stood, bare-chested and barefoot, hand over a rather obvious rise at his crotch, with his face practically smothered against the door to hear who was in the small room. But despite a slight tinge of embarrassment that passed through him, he was unaffected by the state he was in. He merely massaged his balls through the fabric to stave off his impending release, and closed his eyes to concentrate on the noises behind the door.
And he was not disappointed with what he heard. As soon as his ear was pressed to the wood, his breath hitched.
There was a moan on the other side.
Scorpius jerked away from the door, blue eyes wide, and glanced down the end of the hallway in breathless excitement, checking that all the doors were still closed tight. Heart pounding, he swallowed his sudden anxiety and pressed his ear once again to the door. Again, he heard the unmistakable noises he knew all too well and again his breath caught.
There was a very masculine voice from inside that was grunting quietly, a wet kind of slapping sound, and some panting. Immediately, Scorpius felt the ache in his balls grow ever more urgent, and he gripped himself a bit hard, wincing audibly as he hunched there against the door, helpless to hear more and excited at the danger of knowing he could be found at any moment, that someone might walk into the hallway and watch him come against the door. He wished, more than anything, that he could see who it was in the room, that he could watch the firm hand gliding over rigid flesh, that he could smell the come and taste the scent in the air.
Gritting his teeth, Scorpius shifted uncomfortably and without even a glance to check if the coast was clear, pulled his erection out from his pajamas. Rubbing against the door, he bit his tongue to keep any noise from escaping between his pink parted lips and just leaned harder against the frame, ear burning from how hard he pressed it to the wood to hear.
It was maddening, how quiet the noises had got then, but he didn’t have to wait very long for the climax. From within the bedroom, a long, low groan seized the air, and Scorpius rubbed up harder to the door and then gripped his dick, rubbing his fist across the flesh so hard and fast it made him a bit dizzy. It was so good, so dirty, listening to someone coming, not being able to see it but imagining it just as clearly as if he could. And for once, Scorpius didn’t want to rush to the nearest lavatory to wank privately. For once, the desire to orgasm was so powerful, so intense, that after hearing the person inside the room finish, Scorpius wanted to as well, right there with him. He jerked himself off with low, panting whimpers, mouthing at the door wetly to keep from screaming.
He couldn’t wait. He didn’t want to wait. It was over.
And then, suddenly, the door flew open and Scorpius couldn’t stop himself and he came right onto Harry Potter’s thigh.
For one horrifying moment, the sound of his grunted orgasm was the only sound that filled the air, and when their eyes met, Scorpius felt embarrassment, humiliation, arousal, and that dangerous sizzle of unfamiliar electricity pass between them. And the next moment, he fell forward slowly, leaned his body against Harry’s and actually gathered the courage to say, to literally purr against Harry’s warm, listless mouth, “I heard you.”
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