DEC 03, Harry Potter, Harry/Scorpius, Christmas Traditions
Title: Christmas Traditions Fandom: Harry Potter Pairing: Harry/Scorpius Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 3 x 100 Warnings: none Prompt: 03 – Sleigh Ride Beta: eeyore9990 Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit. A/N: I will be writing Harry/Scorpius adventdrabbles for my "Possession of the Heart" Universe. Thanks for letting me play alisanne
Christmas Traditions Christmas Day, 2028
Harry could sense the melancholy in Scorpius’ words and movements as they sat on the new couch by the fire. The presents had been opened; Albus and Lily had left to have dinner at the Burrow. Little words here and there let Harry know that this Christmas was very different for Scorpius from previous ones. It was for Harry too. There would be no grand feast tonight or boxes to be packed for delivery tomorrow.
A small smile passed between the two. Harry rose off the couch and excused himself with a crack of the air. Startled grey eyes blinked.
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They snuggled into fur-lined blankets. Harry tried to lick the hot chocolate moustache from Scorpius’ face. Scorpius laughed. The bumpy path through the snowy forest made it impossible. Sloppy chocolate kisses turned into more, and mugs were tossed from the horse-drawn sleigh.
Hands unlaced trousers from a bygone era. Scorpius’ breath hitched when leather gloved fingers wrapped around his prick. Harry snickered and Scorpius knew why. Scorpius was always hard. Jeans were lowered, pants removed, and his legs straddled. “Holy fuck,” Scorpius mumbled as his cock was forced into tightened heat. A pointed tongue licked snowflakes off his scarred cheek.
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Scorpius stared into the fire warming their bedroom. His backside, though, was warmer than his front. Harry’s body was wrapped around him, and his hand and fingers were placed where they always were, around his medallion, around his heart.
Snifters, empty of warmed brandy, lay on the bedside table, a gold cock ring beside them. Scorpius snickered quietly, remembering Harry’s words when he'd opened the gift. Are there four more? Scorpius filed the moment away, knowing next year he would make another and there would also be another sleigh ride.