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fic: And (some anal beads) a Partridge in a Pear Tree
Title: And some anal beads a Partridge in a Pear Tree
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the_flic
Characters/Pairing: Harry/Scorpius; various Weasleys and Potters
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Bratty!Scorpius, Takinghiminhand!Harry
Prompts: 29. A Christmas with Too Much Family!
Word Count: >3,200
A/N: I actually wrote this and then realised I needed to make it fit a prompt, since the original prompt I chose turned into this and this is definitely something else. Many thanks to my lovely beta, L and I wish you all a very Merry Christmas.
So far, the evening had been as much fun as getting one's penis caught in the zipper of one's trousers; painful, eye-watering, and definitely not, Scorpius mused, to be repeated. Ever!
"On the twelfth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Twelve drummers drumming,
Eleven pipers piping..."
Scorpius' eyes travelled around the table, full to bursting with an unsavoury mix of redheaded Weasleys and bespectacled Potters, all engaged in tunelessly murdering an otherwise rather enjoyable carol. The Burrow's Christmas Eve party was as flat as Lily Potter's chest, and in Scorpius' opinion, in great need of livening up, before it flat-lined altogether.
Clearing his throat, Scorpius joined in.
"Ten gay lords leaping,
Nine poofters prancing,
Eight men a-mincing,
Seven sperm a-swimming,"
Next to him, Al spluttered Butterbeer through his nostrils.
"Six rent boys swaying,
Five gold cock-rings,"
Across the table, Mr Potter's eyes widened. Pleased by the reaction, Scorpius sang louder.
"Four call girls,
Three French maids,
Two leather gloves,
And some anal beads in a pear tree!"
"SCORPIUS!"
The room fell deathly silent; so silent, in fact, that he could quite clearly hear Rose Wheezly's asthmatic rasping. Scorpius leant forward and gazed down the table, affecting surprise at his father's anger.
"Yes, Father?"
"YES FATHER?" Draco exploded, springing to his feet. "Malfoys do NOT recite lewd renditions of Christmas carols in polite company!"
Scorpius shot a look at Ron Weasley who had resumed stuffing his face, seemingly determined to swallow a whole pumpkin pasty without chewing. Feeling he had made his point on the issue of what one might consider 'polite company', Scorpius faced his father and raised a challenging eyebrow.
"That's quite enough out of you for one night," Draco snapped. "You're completely out of control. I can't deal with you anymore. Go to your room."
"Now, now, Draco, I'm sure that isn't necessary," Arthur Weasley offered reassuringly, "The boy is just over-excited about Christmas. Simply a case of high jinks. Isn't that right, Scorpius?" Mr Weasley looked at him expectantly.
These people were so utterly asinine, that Scorpius couldn't help but exaggerate a yawn, an action that appeared to plunge his father into apoplectic rage. Though before he could splutter any more directives on what Malfoys did and didn't do in questionably dubious company, Scorpius scraped his chair back and headed for the hallway.
The chattering resumed, reaching its usual deafening level even before Scorpius had reached the top of the stairs. For a split-second, Scorpius wished he hadn't rejected his mother's invitation to spend Christmas in Italy, though the urge waned rapidly when he remembered his stepfather would also be there. Hissing angrily at his predicament, Scorpius slammed the bedroom door behind him, muffling some of the merriment. The ancient bed creaked as he threw himself upon it, flinging a dramatic arm across his face.
It was so unfair. All he'd wanted was a quiet Christmas at the Manor after his parents' divorce. But Father's friendship with Charlie Weasley had secured them an invitation to Christmas at the Burrow, and despite Scorpius' most vehement protests he had been dragged along anyway, shoe-horned into a bedroom that even a house-elf would have turned its nose up at.
Smarting at the injustice of it all, and wondering if he'd have been just as miserable with his mother and new stepfather, Scorpius' impotent anger eventually exhausted him. Quite without meaning to, he fell asleep.
***
The click of the bedroom latch had Scorpius sitting bolt upright and wide-awake in a matter of seconds. If it taught you nothing else, seven years at Hogwarts guaranteed you learnt to sleep with one eye open.
"I think your dad's calmed down enough now, if you wanted to come back downstairs and join us?"
"Why in Merlin's name would I want to do that?" Scorpius sneered.
Mr Potter smiled, and Scorpius cursed the shiver it gave him. "You think you're the only one bored bloody stiff? Think yourself lucky you haven't been subjected to this for the past twenty years! Well, eighteen, if you count the two years after Ginny and I broke up and she wouldn't - " Mr Potter cleared his throat. "Never mind."
Scorpius sat up a bit straighter. "Go on, finish what you were going to say."
Mr Potter raised an eyebrow. "Why? We're all boring country bumpkins according to you."
"Boring?" Scorpius snorted. "How could it possibly be boring to be subjected to the same heroic stories all day long? How you saved my father's life, how you defeated Voldemort--" Upon saying the name, something flashed in Mr Potter's eyes, and Scorpius noted it with interest "--in the graveyard, and at Hogwarts? I simply can't get enough of hearing how you earned the title 'Saviour of the Wizarding World' and have used it ever since to spread goodness and happiness throughout Wizarding Britain."
"I think you'll find it's the others who like to tell those stories, not me." Mr Potter's eyes narrowed at the same time as the corners of his mouth quirked up. "So you think I'm a goody two-shoes, huh?"
He leant back against the door, and the lock snicked into place. Something, a Wandless spell perhaps, had ensured he could no longer hear the raucous banter from downstairs.
Scorpius swallowed and shot back, as nonchalantly as possible, "Well aren't you?".
Still smiling, Mr Potter shook his head and advanced, moving slowly and with the predatory grace of a tiger.
"Look," Scorpius stammered, though he kept his chin tilted defiantly, "I might have gone a bit far with that song, but--"
"On the contrary." Mr Potter stopped just in front of him, his form throwing Scorpius into shadow. "I thought it was pretty clever. Now, what was that last line again? Ah yes..."
Scorpius' mouth dropped open as Mr Potter unfurled his fingers and revealed a set of smooth, clear beads, ranging in size from very small to very bloody large. Throwing them down on the bed beside Scorpius, he waved a lazy hand.
A flash of light and Scorpius found himself the recipient of two leather gloves. The air positively crackled with Mr Potter's magic, and it was the most dizzying, seductive force Scorpius had ever encountered.
"Now, three French maids," Mr Potter mused, biting his lip.
Scorpius tried to speak but only managed a high-pitched whine. Clearing his throat, he tried again. "Skip to five," he begged, running his fingers over the firm, smooth jelly of the beads.
"Sorry, can't remember what five was." From Mr Potter's tone, it was patently bloody obvious he hadn't forgotten.
Scorpius didn't like being toyed with. His face heated from the embarrassment of having to ask. But what choice did he have?
"Gold cock-rings," he blurted, stroking the soft leather of the gloves.
Five gold cock-rings dropped into Scorpius lap, each one highly polished and weighing a ton, expertly crafted and looking suspiciously like a perfect fit for Scorpius.
Scorpius gaped at them for a moment before glancing up. "You didn't use your wand," he said, not sounding quite as accusing as he'd intended.
"I don't really need it anymore." Mr Potter shrugged.
"I thought so. Father said that level of power is only blessed upon a certain few. Figures that it would be you. Your magic though, it feels--"
"Overwhelming?"
Scorpius shook his head. "Harmonious. It pulls at my magic. I've never experienced anything like that before."
Bending down until his face drew level with Scorpius', Mr Potter leered and gave him the dirtiest smirk Scorpius had ever seen. "What else haven't you experienced before?"
His heart beginning to pound furiously, Scorpius blushed despite himself. If Mr Potter was going out of his way to convince Scorpius he wasn't a goody two shoes, he was doing a damn fine job of it. Without even breaking eye contact, he heard the force of magic turning the lock, and felt the immense power of several wards going up around them.
"Unlock that door or I'll scream," Scorpius demanded, knowing full well he wouldn't. Not when he couldn't even bring himself to back away from Mr Potter's piercing green eyes, unflinchingly fixated on him.
"Oh you'll scream all right." Mr Potter gripped Scorpius' chin. His touch was electric; like a burst of spell-fire, coursing through Scorpius' body until every single nerve ending tingled with pleasure.
Eventually Mr Potter released his hold, smiling when Scorpius remained where he was instead of scooting backwards on the bed. Not that Scorpius could have done anything else; the sexual chemistry between them was mind-blowing and had him rooted to the spot. The air around them sizzled with it, building the tension to an almost unbearable level.
Seeming to reconsider his decision to end the contact, Mr Potter's finger came to rest on Scorpius' lips, as if hushing him. He traced the softness of them in turn, first the thinner bottom lip, then the slightly fatter top one. The friction made Scorpius giddy with anticipation, which only heightened when the finger began worming its way between his lips, growing more and more insistent until Scorpius relented and sucked it into his mouth.
It was like swallowing a wand. Wave after wave of magic seared his flesh and, within seconds, he was panting and hard, desperate to shed his clothes and feel every inch of Mr Potter's body against his own.
As though able to read Scorpius' thoughts, Mr Potter whispered words that vanished most of Scorpius' clothes and left him wearing only his pants. The sudden drop in temperature made Scorpius gasp, causing goose-bumps to peak all along the pale flesh of his arms.
And then the finger was gone, and by Merlin how Scorpius wanted it back, until it was replaced with soft, warm lips, and teeth, demanding teeth, pulling his own. Then Mr Potter's searing hot tongue probed Scorpius' mouth, tracing his perfect white teeth, exploring further. Pushed backwards onto the bed, Scorpius found his erection trapped between their bodies in the most delightful manner. Mr Potter's hands pinched and rubbed Scorpius' nipples. Every patch of skin he touched was set alight, until Scorpius was begging repeatedly for more and yes and Oh God.
He could have cried in frustration when Mr Potter's hands left his body, when he sat back on his haunches and stared down at Scorpius, just staring with those lush green eyes drinking in every single detail. And just when Scorpius was starting to feel self-conscious and ready to demand he be touched again, Mr Potter slipped his thumbs inside the rim of Scorpius' pants and eased them down to expose his needy, leaking prick.
"Fuck," Scorpius breathed, closing his eyes in embarrassment and fear. He'd only been with a couple of other boys before, never gone further than rubbing each other through their trousers until both had achieved a sticky and satisfying end. Scorpius had a sneaking suspicion this was going to be nothing like that, and that Mr Potter was going to want to go a lot further than a firelight fumble.
"Ever had a blowjob?" Mr Potter asked quietly. The gust of his breath against Scorpius' thigh made Scorpius suddenly aware of how close his cock was to Mr Potter's mouth. The knowledge sent a new surge of desire through him, causing his prick to strain impatiently.
"Of course I have," Scorpius lied, wondering what the hell he should do with his hands, which were lying limply by his sides.
"Really." It didn't sound as though Mr Potter believed him, and Scorpius wrinkled his nose in annoyance.
"Yes, really. Michael Martin blew me in the common room only last Wednesday. Though I fail to see how my sexual experience is any of your....fuck!"
Scorpius' hands engaged themselves of their own accord, clutching at the bed sheet and balling it up into tight fists. His cock was in Mr Potter's mouth, actually in his mouth! And the only thoughts Scorpius could form were hot and wet and please-Merlin-don't-let-me-come-yet.
The suction was incredible. Scorpius had heard about blow-jobs, discussed in that casual way teenagers discuss such things that separate them from the less sexually experienced, but Scorpius had always dismissed the glowing reports as bunkum. Now, though, with the head of his cock hitting the back of Mr Potter's throat, and sometimes slipping further than that, he knew exactly why they were so lauded.
Scorpius bucked and writhed as Mr Potter hummed around him, one hand kneading his balls, the other pinning his hip to the bed. Scorpius couldn't bring himself to care as the cock-rings and other conjured goodies rolled off the bed and thudded on the floor; he couldn't care less if the Silencing spells failed and the sound drew the attention of the people gathered downstairs.
With his head thrown back and the most unholy noises emanating from his throat, Scorpius didn't hear Mr Potter's soft voice, phrasing a question, whilst his hand took over the unrelenting pumping of his cock. His other hand had left his hip and travelled beyond Scorpius balls, sliding along the sweaty cleft of his arse towards the untouched, tight pucker of his hole.
"Please, please let me come," Scorpius wailed, urging the hand to move faster, to grip him tighter, wishing the other one would hurry up and impale him on one of those sure, slender, fingers.
"You'll come when I do," Mr Potter was saying, his voice low and impossibly husky. Scorpius had never heard him speak like that before, had always thought him a bit of a boring old sap whilst listening to his yearly guest lecturing spot, but Merlin, how wrong he had been. The man was pure bedroom magic. Scorpius couldn't think of anything better than spending the rest of his life in bed with Mr Potter, his mercilessly wicked fingers and tongue inciting orgasm after orgasm.
For the first time since closing his eyes, Scorpius re-opened them and gasped. Mr Potter, wild-eyed and sweating, had also managed to shed his clothes, and between his legs, pointing almost accusingly at Scorpius, was the biggest cock Scorpius had ever seen. Now, granted, his experience of seeing cocks in the flesh was severely limited, but he had seen the odd Wizarding porn mag, and Mr Potter was at least as big as any of the men in them, if not bigger.
"Fuck, I can't take that!" Scorpius panted, wincing just at the idea of it alone.
"I didn't ask you to," Mr Potter growled, the sound sending sparks of desire up Scorpius' spine. "I'm well aware you couldn't take me whilst you're still so inexperienced. Though I'm betting that big mouth of yours is well up to the challenge."
If Mr Potter hadn't suddenly diverted Scorpius' attention with an insistent press against his hole, Scorpius would have given voice to his outrage at such a slur. The finger eased its way inside him, slowly pushing forward, spreading the walls of his passage apart, making Scorpius whine in equal parts pleasure and pain. The hand on his cock sped up, tearing his concentration in two, and when Scorpius next realised just how far that finger had gotten, there was but a moments' grace before the fingertip touched something inside him.
"Holy fucking....nngh!" Scorpius yelled, spreading his legs shamelessly and bearing down as far as he could, his top priority being to feel it again.
"Good, huh?" Mr Potter said, and Scorpius wanted to smack him one.
"Of course it's good, it's...oh..oh..fuck, don't stop, don't ever fucking stop!"
"Such a dirty mouth for one so young," Scorpius heard Mr Potter say, seconds before the spot inside him was rubbed again and the fist around his cock squeezed just so; his balls, swollen and red, bubbled furiously and released liquid ecstasy, flowing through his cock like molten lava, erupting in several long, jerking spurts over the soft white of his belly.
Scorpius panted for a long moment as the finger slid from his arse and his softening cock was released. With one last loud sigh, he lifted his head.
"Want me to..."
"Too late." Mr Potter said urgently from between clenched teeth. Still dazed from his explosive orgasm and slightly confused, Scorpius watched in amazement as Mr Potter rose up onto his knees and tugged the bulbous head of his cock; once, twice, and then he too was coming, ejaculating over Scorpius in a seemingly never-ending stream of milky warm liquid. It landed on Scorpius' cock, on his balls, his thighs and on his stomach. It merged with his own come to form larger puddles, and dribbled down the crack of his arse. It was the hottest thing Scorpius had ever seen.
"Fuck, that's hot," Mr Potter observed, still wringing the last few drops of liquid from his slit.
"Now who has the filthy mouth?" Scorpius threw back, propping himself up on an elbow to watch.
Mr Potter shook his head and stood up, crossing the room to retrieve a pile of neatly folded clothes. "Your father is right. You really do need a firmer hand."
Scorpius flushed. "And you think you're the one to provide it, do you?"
Mr Potter pulled on his pants and smiled, the same unsettling smile he'd had when he first came in. "I know so, Scorpius. I know so."
Scorpius snorted and rolled over.
"Get up, get dressed and get your arse downstairs."
"Pardon?"
"You heard me. If you're not downstairs in five minutes with an apology on your lips and a smile on your face, then these..." Mr Potter opened his hand to reveal the anal beads and shrunken sized cock-rings, "...won't feature in our next meet-up."
"What makes you think I'd even consider meeting up with you again?" Scorpius sneered, secretly crushed to see those gold-cock rings out of his reach.
Mr Potter shrugged and moved towards the door. "Call it a hunch," he said, and then he was gone, the latch clicking into place behind him.
Scorpius sat on the bed for four minutes. He trailed a finger through the mess on his stomach. His outrage at Mr Potter's sheer presumptuousness was balanced almost equally with his desire to have that mouth on his cock again, that finger in his arse. Perhaps next time, those lips upon his. Almost equally.
Flinging himself across the bedroom, Scorpius scooped up his clothes and threw them on, not noticing his back to front t-shirt or inside out socks, only aware that he'd have to sprint if he was going make the deadline.
Author/Artist:
the_flicCharacters/Pairing: Harry/Scorpius; various Weasleys and Potters
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Bratty!Scorpius, Takinghiminhand!Harry
Prompts: 29. A Christmas with Too Much Family!
Word Count: >3,200
A/N: I actually wrote this and then realised I needed to make it fit a prompt, since the original prompt I chose turned into this and this is definitely something else. Many thanks to my lovely beta, L and I wish you all a very Merry Christmas.
So far, the evening had been as much fun as getting one's penis caught in the zipper of one's trousers; painful, eye-watering, and definitely not, Scorpius mused, to be repeated. Ever!
"On the twelfth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Twelve drummers drumming,
Eleven pipers piping..."
Scorpius' eyes travelled around the table, full to bursting with an unsavoury mix of redheaded Weasleys and bespectacled Potters, all engaged in tunelessly murdering an otherwise rather enjoyable carol. The Burrow's Christmas Eve party was as flat as Lily Potter's chest, and in Scorpius' opinion, in great need of livening up, before it flat-lined altogether.
Clearing his throat, Scorpius joined in.
"Ten gay lords leaping,
Nine poofters prancing,
Eight men a-mincing,
Seven sperm a-swimming,"
Next to him, Al spluttered Butterbeer through his nostrils.
"Six rent boys swaying,
Five gold cock-rings,"
Across the table, Mr Potter's eyes widened. Pleased by the reaction, Scorpius sang louder.
"Four call girls,
Three French maids,
Two leather gloves,
And some anal beads in a pear tree!"
"SCORPIUS!"
The room fell deathly silent; so silent, in fact, that he could quite clearly hear Rose Wheezly's asthmatic rasping. Scorpius leant forward and gazed down the table, affecting surprise at his father's anger.
"Yes, Father?"
"YES FATHER?" Draco exploded, springing to his feet. "Malfoys do NOT recite lewd renditions of Christmas carols in polite company!"
Scorpius shot a look at Ron Weasley who had resumed stuffing his face, seemingly determined to swallow a whole pumpkin pasty without chewing. Feeling he had made his point on the issue of what one might consider 'polite company', Scorpius faced his father and raised a challenging eyebrow.
"That's quite enough out of you for one night," Draco snapped. "You're completely out of control. I can't deal with you anymore. Go to your room."
"Now, now, Draco, I'm sure that isn't necessary," Arthur Weasley offered reassuringly, "The boy is just over-excited about Christmas. Simply a case of high jinks. Isn't that right, Scorpius?" Mr Weasley looked at him expectantly.
These people were so utterly asinine, that Scorpius couldn't help but exaggerate a yawn, an action that appeared to plunge his father into apoplectic rage. Though before he could splutter any more directives on what Malfoys did and didn't do in questionably dubious company, Scorpius scraped his chair back and headed for the hallway.
The chattering resumed, reaching its usual deafening level even before Scorpius had reached the top of the stairs. For a split-second, Scorpius wished he hadn't rejected his mother's invitation to spend Christmas in Italy, though the urge waned rapidly when he remembered his stepfather would also be there. Hissing angrily at his predicament, Scorpius slammed the bedroom door behind him, muffling some of the merriment. The ancient bed creaked as he threw himself upon it, flinging a dramatic arm across his face.
It was so unfair. All he'd wanted was a quiet Christmas at the Manor after his parents' divorce. But Father's friendship with Charlie Weasley had secured them an invitation to Christmas at the Burrow, and despite Scorpius' most vehement protests he had been dragged along anyway, shoe-horned into a bedroom that even a house-elf would have turned its nose up at.
Smarting at the injustice of it all, and wondering if he'd have been just as miserable with his mother and new stepfather, Scorpius' impotent anger eventually exhausted him. Quite without meaning to, he fell asleep.
***
The click of the bedroom latch had Scorpius sitting bolt upright and wide-awake in a matter of seconds. If it taught you nothing else, seven years at Hogwarts guaranteed you learnt to sleep with one eye open.
"I think your dad's calmed down enough now, if you wanted to come back downstairs and join us?"
"Why in Merlin's name would I want to do that?" Scorpius sneered.
Mr Potter smiled, and Scorpius cursed the shiver it gave him. "You think you're the only one bored bloody stiff? Think yourself lucky you haven't been subjected to this for the past twenty years! Well, eighteen, if you count the two years after Ginny and I broke up and she wouldn't - " Mr Potter cleared his throat. "Never mind."
Scorpius sat up a bit straighter. "Go on, finish what you were going to say."
Mr Potter raised an eyebrow. "Why? We're all boring country bumpkins according to you."
"Boring?" Scorpius snorted. "How could it possibly be boring to be subjected to the same heroic stories all day long? How you saved my father's life, how you defeated Voldemort--" Upon saying the name, something flashed in Mr Potter's eyes, and Scorpius noted it with interest "--in the graveyard, and at Hogwarts? I simply can't get enough of hearing how you earned the title 'Saviour of the Wizarding World' and have used it ever since to spread goodness and happiness throughout Wizarding Britain."
"I think you'll find it's the others who like to tell those stories, not me." Mr Potter's eyes narrowed at the same time as the corners of his mouth quirked up. "So you think I'm a goody two-shoes, huh?"
He leant back against the door, and the lock snicked into place. Something, a Wandless spell perhaps, had ensured he could no longer hear the raucous banter from downstairs.
Scorpius swallowed and shot back, as nonchalantly as possible, "Well aren't you?".
Still smiling, Mr Potter shook his head and advanced, moving slowly and with the predatory grace of a tiger.
"Look," Scorpius stammered, though he kept his chin tilted defiantly, "I might have gone a bit far with that song, but--"
"On the contrary." Mr Potter stopped just in front of him, his form throwing Scorpius into shadow. "I thought it was pretty clever. Now, what was that last line again? Ah yes..."
Scorpius' mouth dropped open as Mr Potter unfurled his fingers and revealed a set of smooth, clear beads, ranging in size from very small to very bloody large. Throwing them down on the bed beside Scorpius, he waved a lazy hand.
A flash of light and Scorpius found himself the recipient of two leather gloves. The air positively crackled with Mr Potter's magic, and it was the most dizzying, seductive force Scorpius had ever encountered.
"Now, three French maids," Mr Potter mused, biting his lip.
Scorpius tried to speak but only managed a high-pitched whine. Clearing his throat, he tried again. "Skip to five," he begged, running his fingers over the firm, smooth jelly of the beads.
"Sorry, can't remember what five was." From Mr Potter's tone, it was patently bloody obvious he hadn't forgotten.
Scorpius didn't like being toyed with. His face heated from the embarrassment of having to ask. But what choice did he have?
"Gold cock-rings," he blurted, stroking the soft leather of the gloves.
Five gold cock-rings dropped into Scorpius lap, each one highly polished and weighing a ton, expertly crafted and looking suspiciously like a perfect fit for Scorpius.
Scorpius gaped at them for a moment before glancing up. "You didn't use your wand," he said, not sounding quite as accusing as he'd intended.
"I don't really need it anymore." Mr Potter shrugged.
"I thought so. Father said that level of power is only blessed upon a certain few. Figures that it would be you. Your magic though, it feels--"
"Overwhelming?"
Scorpius shook his head. "Harmonious. It pulls at my magic. I've never experienced anything like that before."
Bending down until his face drew level with Scorpius', Mr Potter leered and gave him the dirtiest smirk Scorpius had ever seen. "What else haven't you experienced before?"
His heart beginning to pound furiously, Scorpius blushed despite himself. If Mr Potter was going out of his way to convince Scorpius he wasn't a goody two shoes, he was doing a damn fine job of it. Without even breaking eye contact, he heard the force of magic turning the lock, and felt the immense power of several wards going up around them.
"Unlock that door or I'll scream," Scorpius demanded, knowing full well he wouldn't. Not when he couldn't even bring himself to back away from Mr Potter's piercing green eyes, unflinchingly fixated on him.
"Oh you'll scream all right." Mr Potter gripped Scorpius' chin. His touch was electric; like a burst of spell-fire, coursing through Scorpius' body until every single nerve ending tingled with pleasure.
Eventually Mr Potter released his hold, smiling when Scorpius remained where he was instead of scooting backwards on the bed. Not that Scorpius could have done anything else; the sexual chemistry between them was mind-blowing and had him rooted to the spot. The air around them sizzled with it, building the tension to an almost unbearable level.
Seeming to reconsider his decision to end the contact, Mr Potter's finger came to rest on Scorpius' lips, as if hushing him. He traced the softness of them in turn, first the thinner bottom lip, then the slightly fatter top one. The friction made Scorpius giddy with anticipation, which only heightened when the finger began worming its way between his lips, growing more and more insistent until Scorpius relented and sucked it into his mouth.
It was like swallowing a wand. Wave after wave of magic seared his flesh and, within seconds, he was panting and hard, desperate to shed his clothes and feel every inch of Mr Potter's body against his own.
As though able to read Scorpius' thoughts, Mr Potter whispered words that vanished most of Scorpius' clothes and left him wearing only his pants. The sudden drop in temperature made Scorpius gasp, causing goose-bumps to peak all along the pale flesh of his arms.
And then the finger was gone, and by Merlin how Scorpius wanted it back, until it was replaced with soft, warm lips, and teeth, demanding teeth, pulling his own. Then Mr Potter's searing hot tongue probed Scorpius' mouth, tracing his perfect white teeth, exploring further. Pushed backwards onto the bed, Scorpius found his erection trapped between their bodies in the most delightful manner. Mr Potter's hands pinched and rubbed Scorpius' nipples. Every patch of skin he touched was set alight, until Scorpius was begging repeatedly for more and yes and Oh God.
He could have cried in frustration when Mr Potter's hands left his body, when he sat back on his haunches and stared down at Scorpius, just staring with those lush green eyes drinking in every single detail. And just when Scorpius was starting to feel self-conscious and ready to demand he be touched again, Mr Potter slipped his thumbs inside the rim of Scorpius' pants and eased them down to expose his needy, leaking prick.
"Fuck," Scorpius breathed, closing his eyes in embarrassment and fear. He'd only been with a couple of other boys before, never gone further than rubbing each other through their trousers until both had achieved a sticky and satisfying end. Scorpius had a sneaking suspicion this was going to be nothing like that, and that Mr Potter was going to want to go a lot further than a firelight fumble.
"Ever had a blowjob?" Mr Potter asked quietly. The gust of his breath against Scorpius' thigh made Scorpius suddenly aware of how close his cock was to Mr Potter's mouth. The knowledge sent a new surge of desire through him, causing his prick to strain impatiently.
"Of course I have," Scorpius lied, wondering what the hell he should do with his hands, which were lying limply by his sides.
"Really." It didn't sound as though Mr Potter believed him, and Scorpius wrinkled his nose in annoyance.
"Yes, really. Michael Martin blew me in the common room only last Wednesday. Though I fail to see how my sexual experience is any of your....fuck!"
Scorpius' hands engaged themselves of their own accord, clutching at the bed sheet and balling it up into tight fists. His cock was in Mr Potter's mouth, actually in his mouth! And the only thoughts Scorpius could form were hot and wet and please-Merlin-don't-let-me-come-yet.
The suction was incredible. Scorpius had heard about blow-jobs, discussed in that casual way teenagers discuss such things that separate them from the less sexually experienced, but Scorpius had always dismissed the glowing reports as bunkum. Now, though, with the head of his cock hitting the back of Mr Potter's throat, and sometimes slipping further than that, he knew exactly why they were so lauded.
Scorpius bucked and writhed as Mr Potter hummed around him, one hand kneading his balls, the other pinning his hip to the bed. Scorpius couldn't bring himself to care as the cock-rings and other conjured goodies rolled off the bed and thudded on the floor; he couldn't care less if the Silencing spells failed and the sound drew the attention of the people gathered downstairs.
With his head thrown back and the most unholy noises emanating from his throat, Scorpius didn't hear Mr Potter's soft voice, phrasing a question, whilst his hand took over the unrelenting pumping of his cock. His other hand had left his hip and travelled beyond Scorpius balls, sliding along the sweaty cleft of his arse towards the untouched, tight pucker of his hole.
"Please, please let me come," Scorpius wailed, urging the hand to move faster, to grip him tighter, wishing the other one would hurry up and impale him on one of those sure, slender, fingers.
"You'll come when I do," Mr Potter was saying, his voice low and impossibly husky. Scorpius had never heard him speak like that before, had always thought him a bit of a boring old sap whilst listening to his yearly guest lecturing spot, but Merlin, how wrong he had been. The man was pure bedroom magic. Scorpius couldn't think of anything better than spending the rest of his life in bed with Mr Potter, his mercilessly wicked fingers and tongue inciting orgasm after orgasm.
For the first time since closing his eyes, Scorpius re-opened them and gasped. Mr Potter, wild-eyed and sweating, had also managed to shed his clothes, and between his legs, pointing almost accusingly at Scorpius, was the biggest cock Scorpius had ever seen. Now, granted, his experience of seeing cocks in the flesh was severely limited, but he had seen the odd Wizarding porn mag, and Mr Potter was at least as big as any of the men in them, if not bigger.
"Fuck, I can't take that!" Scorpius panted, wincing just at the idea of it alone.
"I didn't ask you to," Mr Potter growled, the sound sending sparks of desire up Scorpius' spine. "I'm well aware you couldn't take me whilst you're still so inexperienced. Though I'm betting that big mouth of yours is well up to the challenge."
If Mr Potter hadn't suddenly diverted Scorpius' attention with an insistent press against his hole, Scorpius would have given voice to his outrage at such a slur. The finger eased its way inside him, slowly pushing forward, spreading the walls of his passage apart, making Scorpius whine in equal parts pleasure and pain. The hand on his cock sped up, tearing his concentration in two, and when Scorpius next realised just how far that finger had gotten, there was but a moments' grace before the fingertip touched something inside him.
"Holy fucking....nngh!" Scorpius yelled, spreading his legs shamelessly and bearing down as far as he could, his top priority being to feel it again.
"Good, huh?" Mr Potter said, and Scorpius wanted to smack him one.
"Of course it's good, it's...oh..oh..fuck, don't stop, don't ever fucking stop!"
"Such a dirty mouth for one so young," Scorpius heard Mr Potter say, seconds before the spot inside him was rubbed again and the fist around his cock squeezed just so; his balls, swollen and red, bubbled furiously and released liquid ecstasy, flowing through his cock like molten lava, erupting in several long, jerking spurts over the soft white of his belly.
Scorpius panted for a long moment as the finger slid from his arse and his softening cock was released. With one last loud sigh, he lifted his head.
"Want me to..."
"Too late." Mr Potter said urgently from between clenched teeth. Still dazed from his explosive orgasm and slightly confused, Scorpius watched in amazement as Mr Potter rose up onto his knees and tugged the bulbous head of his cock; once, twice, and then he too was coming, ejaculating over Scorpius in a seemingly never-ending stream of milky warm liquid. It landed on Scorpius' cock, on his balls, his thighs and on his stomach. It merged with his own come to form larger puddles, and dribbled down the crack of his arse. It was the hottest thing Scorpius had ever seen.
"Fuck, that's hot," Mr Potter observed, still wringing the last few drops of liquid from his slit.
"Now who has the filthy mouth?" Scorpius threw back, propping himself up on an elbow to watch.
Mr Potter shook his head and stood up, crossing the room to retrieve a pile of neatly folded clothes. "Your father is right. You really do need a firmer hand."
Scorpius flushed. "And you think you're the one to provide it, do you?"
Mr Potter pulled on his pants and smiled, the same unsettling smile he'd had when he first came in. "I know so, Scorpius. I know so."
Scorpius snorted and rolled over.
"Get up, get dressed and get your arse downstairs."
"Pardon?"
"You heard me. If you're not downstairs in five minutes with an apology on your lips and a smile on your face, then these..." Mr Potter opened his hand to reveal the anal beads and shrunken sized cock-rings, "...won't feature in our next meet-up."
"What makes you think I'd even consider meeting up with you again?" Scorpius sneered, secretly crushed to see those gold-cock rings out of his reach.
Mr Potter shrugged and moved towards the door. "Call it a hunch," he said, and then he was gone, the latch clicking into place behind him.
Scorpius sat on the bed for four minutes. He trailed a finger through the mess on his stomach. His outrage at Mr Potter's sheer presumptuousness was balanced almost equally with his desire to have that mouth on his cock again, that finger in his arse. Perhaps next time, those lips upon his. Almost equally.
Flinging himself across the bedroom, Scorpius scooped up his clothes and threw them on, not noticing his back to front t-shirt or inside out socks, only aware that he'd have to sprint if he was going make the deadline.