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birdsofshoreTitle: One Last Present
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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:
birdsofshorePairing: 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.
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Date: 2014-08-01 07:36 am (UTC)