birdsofshore (
birdsofshore) wrote2014-07-31 08:01 pm
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Haiku: One Last Present (Harry / Scorpius, R, 362 words)
Title: One Last Present
Author:
birdsofshore
Pairing: Harry / Scorpius
Rating: R
Word count: 362
Warnings: Haiku. Age disparity (your choice as to how old exactly Scorpius is, although he's not underage). Reference to payment for sexual services.
A/N: For our beloved Harry, on his birthday. I've been neglecting him terribly lately, dropping out of his Bang, and writing my first ever fic in which he doesn't even appear. So I wanted to give him something extra-special for his birthday to compensate.
raitala suggested that the 'something' should be Scorpius. ;-) So, thank you,
raitala, for inspiration and improvements.
Don't seem to handle
my drink like I used to. Far
too old for giggling...
Ah well, no-one here
to see. Might as well enjoy
myself. 'Smy party.
Some fresh air. Garden's
nice. Suppose I should really
go back in... but, who―?
Blond hair, so pretty.
Shining bright to light the way.
Draco. Shit, no. (Fool.)
Looks like him though. Or
how he looked when― long ago.
Why's he smirking like―?
“Hello, Harry. A
friend sent you one last present.”
He's standing too close.
Don't know why I feel
dizzy all of a sudden.
He's only a boy.
“Aren't you going to
unwrap your present, Harry?”
That smile. Just filthy.
“I don't― Scorpius,
is it? What are you―?” I shake
my head. No way. No.
“I'd better give you
a hand, I suppose. I hope
you're not too drunk to...”
I'm drunk, but not too
drunk to know that this is wrong.
Who did this? Who knew?
One button at a
time. My head is swimming with
drink, desire, and shame.
Oh, god, his smooth skin.
No scars, but... so touchable.
Made for licking and―
Fuck. The truth? I'm hard.
So fucking hard. For this boy,
only Albus' age.
“Someone must love you
a lot. I don't come cheap, you
know.” That bloody smirk.
Why am I still here?
Why don't I just―? “Scorpius,
stop. There's some mistake―”
“Your mouth says no, but
your dick seems to quite like me.”
Damn these tight trousers.
“No-one needs to know.
I can do whatever you
like.” A hot whisper.
“Anything.” My heart
is pounding. His fingers are
so horribly sure.
I could just― No. No.
The sound of a belt buckle
opening slowly.
“It's your birthday. You're
entitled to a moment's
indiscretion, yes?”
His knuckles brush my
erection. Once, twice... I groan.
It's so fucking hard
being the hero
all the time. Sometimes I want...
I want... I just want.
His lips are so near.
His eyes, just like his father's.
His body... young. Strong.
I take a deep breath.
(He smells like freedom and joy.)
Close my eyes. And fall.
Author:
Pairing: Harry / Scorpius
Rating: R
Word count: 362
Warnings: Haiku. Age disparity (your choice as to how old exactly Scorpius is, although he's not underage). Reference to payment for sexual services.
A/N: For our beloved Harry, on his birthday. I've been neglecting him terribly lately, dropping out of his Bang, and writing my first ever fic in which he doesn't even appear. So I wanted to give him something extra-special for his birthday to compensate.
Don't seem to handle
my drink like I used to. Far
too old for giggling...
Ah well, no-one here
to see. Might as well enjoy
myself. 'Smy party.
Some fresh air. Garden's
nice. Suppose I should really
go back in... but, who―?
Blond hair, so pretty.
Shining bright to light the way.
Draco. Shit, no. (Fool.)
Looks like him though. Or
how he looked when― long ago.
Why's he smirking like―?
“Hello, Harry. A
friend sent you one last present.”
He's standing too close.
Don't know why I feel
dizzy all of a sudden.
He's only a boy.
“Aren't you going to
unwrap your present, Harry?”
That smile. Just filthy.
“I don't― Scorpius,
is it? What are you―?” I shake
my head. No way. No.
“I'd better give you
a hand, I suppose. I hope
you're not too drunk to...”
I'm drunk, but not too
drunk to know that this is wrong.
Who did this? Who knew?
One button at a
time. My head is swimming with
drink, desire, and shame.
Oh, god, his smooth skin.
No scars, but... so touchable.
Made for licking and―
Fuck. The truth? I'm hard.
So fucking hard. For this boy,
only Albus' age.
“Someone must love you
a lot. I don't come cheap, you
know.” That bloody smirk.
Why am I still here?
Why don't I just―? “Scorpius,
stop. There's some mistake―”
“Your mouth says no, but
your dick seems to quite like me.”
Damn these tight trousers.
“No-one needs to know.
I can do whatever you
like.” A hot whisper.
“Anything.” My heart
is pounding. His fingers are
so horribly sure.
I could just― No. No.
The sound of a belt buckle
opening slowly.
“It's your birthday. You're
entitled to a moment's
indiscretion, yes?”
His knuckles brush my
erection. Once, twice... I groan.
It's so fucking hard
being the hero
all the time. Sometimes I want...
I want... I just want.
His lips are so near.
His eyes, just like his father's.
His body... young. Strong.
I take a deep breath.
(He smells like freedom and joy.)
Close my eyes. And fall.
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Hot DAAAAAYYYYYUUUUMMM!!!!
I think I died a little.
The whole thing is dripping sex and UST and wrong, but this line deepened it for me and just MADE IT:
It's so fucking hard
being the hero
all the time. Sometimes I want...
I want... I just want.
UNF!!!
Brava, my friend! Thank you for giving me this to fantasize about while I drive today!
(And happy birthday, Harry!! Wow! ;-) :-) )
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Thanks for this lovely comment. I feel so bad to be writing cross gen, and no Draco in sight (well, just a tiny little bit of Draco, peeping in ;))
I'm really happy you found it hot, though. Raitala set me off with a bunny this morning, I was out all day, and by the time I got home I was just DYING to write, but also, tired, and all the usual chaos here, of course. I wanted to write something special for harry, but in the end I was just grateful I got any time at all!
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Thanks for reading \o/
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your dick seems to quite like me.”
You have all the best lines. :D
And speaking of lines, I thought this line, (He smells like freedom and joy.) said "fandom" instead of freedom.
Yep, for some reason I thought Scorpius smelled like fandom to Harry. LOL
This is amazing, you're too good!
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ROFL
I think that's a perfectly reasonable assumption.
Thanks so much, dear. I'm glad you liked it ♥
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This was so bloody sexy and sensual and perfectly captured Harry's inner struggle. I loved that line about how hard it was to be the hero all the time. Gorgeous.
As always, m'dear, you are a champion of poetry!
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My favourite thing about this pairing is Harry struggling with the terrible guilt brought on by his arousal... then doing it anyway ;-)
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Hot and (bitter)sweet and hot and guh!
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Because I am silly.
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The Autumn is for writing H/D! I have fests! Deadlines! YOU'RE THE MOD FFS :DD
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Why, no, I don't believe you have...
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Yup, she is a terrible enabler. However, I strong armed her into drawing for the DM/ASP fest, so we're quits ;-)
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Ooo, well done on the DM/ASP fest thing, I am very much looking forward to that.
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