Fic: Getting to Pudding
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alisanneTitle: Getting to Pudding
Author:alisanne
Rating: R
Pairing: James Sirius Potter/Scorpius Malfoy.
Summary: James meets Scorpius' parents.
Word Count: 775
Genre: Erotica.
Warnings: Sneaky boys benig sneaky.
A/N: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hp_may_madness's 2014 fest.
Day fifteen prompt(s) used: Strawberry, Leather.
Kink: hand job.
This pairing was suggested by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
capitu. *g*
Beta:sevfan and emynn.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Getting to Pudding
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James squirmed in his chair, trying hard not to seem uncomfortable. Unfortunately, since Mr Malfoy seemed determined to make him so, it was a bit of a losing battle.
Scorpius, the git, seemed unaffected by the tension in the room, and was digging into his salad: field greens topped with walnuts, cheese, and strawberries, covered in strawberry dressing.
Astoria Malfoy cleared her throat. “So, James. Scorpius tells me you work at Gringotts. Do you enjoy your position there?”
James smiled, grateful for an excuse to look at anyone but her husband. “I do, yes. We do a lot of curse-breaking on ancient artefacts and it’s fascinating.”
“I’m surprised they allow any Potters to work there given what happened during the war,” muttered Mr Malfoy.
Astoria shot him an irritated look. “A lot of things have changed since the war,” she said, holding his gaze. When Mr Malfoy finally looked away, she continued, “We’re just pleased you finally managed to have dinner with us. Scorpius has told us a lot about you.”
Mr Malfoy snorted and James, holding on to his temper by a thread, stood. “If you’ll excuse me? I need to use your facilities.”
Once in the hallway, he sagged against the wall and closed his eyes, sighing. His dad had warned him about Mr Malfoy, about how...obnoxious he could be. Straightening up, James walked to the small bathroom located in the hallway to splash some water on his face.
Before he could close the door, however, someone pushed inside with him. “Scorpius?” James blinked. “You can’t be in here with me!”
Scorpius hummed. “Well obviously I can, lover, since I am.”
The space was small, so James found himself right up against the pedestal sink. “You have to leave right now before your parents realise we’re in the loo together.”
“They’re arguing right now,” said Scorpius, his hands settling on James’ hips. “So that should keep them busy long enough.”
“Long enough for what?” James asked, but from the gleam in Scorpius eyes, he was afraid he already knew what he was planning.
Scorpius hummed. “You seem tense, so I was going to offer to blow you, but I think a quick hand job should be enough to take the edge off.” He grinned wickedly as he slipped his hand into James’ trousers. “At least until pudding, at which time maybe we can slip back in here for a quickie?”
James shook his head but before he could say anything Scorpius had pulled his cock out and was stroking, and the protest died on his tongue. As always was the case around Scorpius, his cock took no time to harden. Closing his eyes, he leaned his forehead against Scorpius’ and panted.
Scorpius, the git, was whispering filthy words against his mouth as he wanked him. “Wish I could have you for supper, actually. I’d love to spread you out on that formal table in there and eat you out. Can you see it? You, arse up in the air, on display for all to see while I lick you until you scream--”
James groaned, nipping at Scorpius’ mouth to try to stop the flow of words. The images they were producing in his head were going to drive him mad. “Fuck--” he gasped as his orgasm began to rush over him far sooner than he’d expected. “Fuck, Scorpius--”
“Maybe we’ll do that for pudding instead,” Scorpius murmured, and that was it.
With a growl, James came, spurting all over Scorpius’ hand, his robes, and the floor.
Scorpius kissed him then, softly. Sweetly. And when they separated, he smiled into James’ eyes. “Better?”
James groaned. “I’m filthy and covered with come!”
Scorpius hummed. “But you’re not angry with my father anymore, are you?”
James blinked. “No, I suppose not.”
Pulling his wand, Scorpius cleaned them up. James looked down, noticing the bulge in his trousers. “What about you?”
Scorpius smirked. “I rather relish the thought of sitting through dinner hard. It’ll make the anticipation of later even better.” James had just slipped himself back into his trousers when Scorpius added, “Plus, I’m wearing that leather plug you love so much. I thought you might like to help me with it after dinner?” And with that he slipped out of the bathroom.
As his cock twitched helplessly, James muttered a curse and smiled despite himself. He’s going to be the death of me, he thought as he tried to compose himself to rejoin Mr Malfoy and his wife. He hummed. But I suppose I wouldn’t want him any other way.
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Author:
alisanneRating: R
Pairing: James Sirius Potter/Scorpius Malfoy.
Summary: James meets Scorpius' parents.
Word Count: 775
Genre: Erotica.
Warnings: Sneaky boys benig sneaky.
A/N: Written for
hp_may_madness's 2014 fest. Day fifteen prompt(s) used: Strawberry, Leather.
Kink: hand job.
This pairing was suggested by
capitu. *g*Beta:
sevfan and emynn. Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
~
Getting to Pudding
~
James squirmed in his chair, trying hard not to seem uncomfortable. Unfortunately, since Mr Malfoy seemed determined to make him so, it was a bit of a losing battle.
Scorpius, the git, seemed unaffected by the tension in the room, and was digging into his salad: field greens topped with walnuts, cheese, and strawberries, covered in strawberry dressing.
Astoria Malfoy cleared her throat. “So, James. Scorpius tells me you work at Gringotts. Do you enjoy your position there?”
James smiled, grateful for an excuse to look at anyone but her husband. “I do, yes. We do a lot of curse-breaking on ancient artefacts and it’s fascinating.”
“I’m surprised they allow any Potters to work there given what happened during the war,” muttered Mr Malfoy.
Astoria shot him an irritated look. “A lot of things have changed since the war,” she said, holding his gaze. When Mr Malfoy finally looked away, she continued, “We’re just pleased you finally managed to have dinner with us. Scorpius has told us a lot about you.”
Mr Malfoy snorted and James, holding on to his temper by a thread, stood. “If you’ll excuse me? I need to use your facilities.”
Once in the hallway, he sagged against the wall and closed his eyes, sighing. His dad had warned him about Mr Malfoy, about how...obnoxious he could be. Straightening up, James walked to the small bathroom located in the hallway to splash some water on his face.
Before he could close the door, however, someone pushed inside with him. “Scorpius?” James blinked. “You can’t be in here with me!”
Scorpius hummed. “Well obviously I can, lover, since I am.”
The space was small, so James found himself right up against the pedestal sink. “You have to leave right now before your parents realise we’re in the loo together.”
“They’re arguing right now,” said Scorpius, his hands settling on James’ hips. “So that should keep them busy long enough.”
“Long enough for what?” James asked, but from the gleam in Scorpius eyes, he was afraid he already knew what he was planning.
Scorpius hummed. “You seem tense, so I was going to offer to blow you, but I think a quick hand job should be enough to take the edge off.” He grinned wickedly as he slipped his hand into James’ trousers. “At least until pudding, at which time maybe we can slip back in here for a quickie?”
James shook his head but before he could say anything Scorpius had pulled his cock out and was stroking, and the protest died on his tongue. As always was the case around Scorpius, his cock took no time to harden. Closing his eyes, he leaned his forehead against Scorpius’ and panted.
Scorpius, the git, was whispering filthy words against his mouth as he wanked him. “Wish I could have you for supper, actually. I’d love to spread you out on that formal table in there and eat you out. Can you see it? You, arse up in the air, on display for all to see while I lick you until you scream--”
James groaned, nipping at Scorpius’ mouth to try to stop the flow of words. The images they were producing in his head were going to drive him mad. “Fuck--” he gasped as his orgasm began to rush over him far sooner than he’d expected. “Fuck, Scorpius--”
“Maybe we’ll do that for pudding instead,” Scorpius murmured, and that was it.
With a growl, James came, spurting all over Scorpius’ hand, his robes, and the floor.
Scorpius kissed him then, softly. Sweetly. And when they separated, he smiled into James’ eyes. “Better?”
James groaned. “I’m filthy and covered with come!”
Scorpius hummed. “But you’re not angry with my father anymore, are you?”
James blinked. “No, I suppose not.”
Pulling his wand, Scorpius cleaned them up. James looked down, noticing the bulge in his trousers. “What about you?”
Scorpius smirked. “I rather relish the thought of sitting through dinner hard. It’ll make the anticipation of later even better.” James had just slipped himself back into his trousers when Scorpius added, “Plus, I’m wearing that leather plug you love so much. I thought you might like to help me with it after dinner?” And with that he slipped out of the bathroom.
As his cock twitched helplessly, James muttered a curse and smiled despite himself. He’s going to be the death of me, he thought as he tried to compose himself to rejoin Mr Malfoy and his wife. He hummed. But I suppose I wouldn’t want him any other way.
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