Title: Textbook Stuff
Author: writcraft
Characters/Pairings: James Sirius Potter/Scorpius Malfoy
Rating: NC-17
Kinks/Themes Chosen: Forniphilia (Human Furniture)
Other Warnings: Object insertion, rimming, spanking
Word Count: ~2,000
Summary/Description: Scorpius askes James for some one-on-one tuition and ends up getting exactly what he bargained for.
Author's Notes: Thanks to the mods for letting me switch my posting date, and to A for the quick SPaG check.



It’s not easy being Harry Potter’s son.

The Professors expect James to be able to cast a Patronus on his first go, and have to hide their surprise when his attempts produce just a flicker of silver with no discernable shape at all. He loses his first duel, and he can’t seem to get the hang of Dark Arts which is just bloody embarrassing.

Worst of all, everyone expects him to be able to fly. He does his best, but he’s no first-year Seeker. He masks his disappointment when he misses out on a place on the Quidditch team with bluff and bluster, refusing to let anybody see how much he hates being overshadowed by his dad.

“It’s a stupid game, anyway,” he mutters, when his dad asks him how the Quidditch team is getting on.

“I don’t care if you’re the best Quidditch player or the worst.” His dad opens a bottle of beer and pours a small measure into a glass, pushing it across to James. “Just find something you do enjoy and I’ll support you – whatever it is.”

James feels instantly better and sips his beer. He doesn’t like it much, but sometimes his dad lets him have a taste when it’s just the two of them. James supposes it’s a man-to-man sort of thing, and it makes James flush with happiness because these moments are about him and his dad, and nobody else.

“Even if it’s potions?” James grins and his dad laughs, his eyes shining.

“Even if it’s that.”

“I’d be better at that than you, at least.”

“You certainly would.”

That night, James opens up his potions textbook and begins to read.

* * *

No sooner has he got the hang of being Harry Potter’s son, Scorpius Malfoy comes barging into his life and knocks everything sideways.

“I hear you’re good at potions.” Scorpius takes a seat next to James in the library and nudges him to get his attention. “I need help.”

“Why would I help you?” James glares at Scorpius, partially out of loyalty to his dad but mainly just because Malfoy’s bloody annoying.

“Because I’ll pay you.” Scorpius licks his lips and grins at James. “Handsomely.”

James narrows his eyes and tries not to react to the look Scorpius is giving him. He’s seen that look before, when they serve chocolate torte for dessert on special occasions. If there’s one thing James isn’t, it’s Scorpius Malfoy’s tart.

“I’ve got plenty of money, thanks.”

“Oh, I know.” Scorpius waves his hand airily. “Father told me all about the way your family stole my inheritance.”

“What?” James purses his lips together, anger coiling in his stomach. “We did no such thing.”

“Grimmauld Place?” Scorpius rolls his eyes as if it’s common knowledge. “Anyway, I’m not here to talk about that. I want to talk about potions.”

“Well I don’t.” James returns to his book. “Sod off, Malfoy,” he adds for good measure.

“You should know I’m only going to keep asking.”

“Fine.” James slams his book shut and glares at Malfoy. “You can meet me here on Wednesday, and bring your potions books.”

He puts his books in his bag and leaves without a backward glance.

* * *
When Scorpius leaves Hogwarts with an Outstanding in his potions NEWT, James tells him in no uncertain terms that he expects to be thanked for all his hard work.

“I thought you were so rich you didn’t need any money?” Scorpius invites himself round to James’ flat and lounges against the doorframe, watching him closely. He looks as well-dressed as ever, and his trousers are tight enough to be illegal.

“I thought you were offering something other than money,” James teases. “Besides, it’s not exactly been easy putting up with your demands.”

“Hasn’t it?” With feigned innocence, Scorpius meets James halfway until they are standing so close their bodies brush together. “Perhaps it would have been a bit easier for both of us if you had done this earlier. I felt like hitting you over the head with a bludger.”

“I didn’t want to distract you from your studies.” James can practically taste Scorpius and he edges closer, gripping onto Scorpius’ hips.

“Merlin forbid.” Scorpius rolls his eyes and flicks his tongue over his lips, his eyes dancing with humour. “Well, then?”

James responds by capturing Scorpius’ lips in a fierce kiss. Their bodies meld together and Scorpius slides his hands into James’ hair, pulling him closer still.

“What do we do now?” When James pulls back, he brushes Scorpius’ hair from his forehead and takes in every inch of his face.

Scorpius grins. “Something other than potions would be a good start.”

“Yes.” James laughs his agreement. “It probably would.”

* * *
It’s not easy being Scorpius Malfoy’s boyfriend.

He’s haughty, demanding and far too flirtatious for his own good. He’s a total brat, but he’s James’ brat and that makes all the difference in the world.

Besides, James is pretty sure that after five years of trial and error he’s got the hang of Scorpius Malfoy.

“Are you going to get your feet off me?”

“All in good time.” James crosses his legs on Scorpius’ back and wriggles his toes. “I think you might have forgotten something.”

“Are you going to get your feet off me, Sir?” Scorpius replies, his tone laced with sarcasm.

James laughs and shakes his head. “Not yet. I’m comfortable and I still have another chapter to read. Now shush, footstools aren’t supposed to speak, no matter how good they are at sucking cock.”

James shifts his feet again, enjoying the sight of Scorpius on the floor on his hands and knees, completely naked save for a charcoal collar he likes to wear when they play. Scorpius huffs in response, but James knows he won’t answer back too much when he’s like this.

James ignores his book having no intention of reading with Scorpius naked and willing. Instead he takes in every inch of Scorpius and bites back a groan at the sight of the plug in Scorpius’ very delectable arse. He closes his eyes, remembering the pleas when he pushed it inside Scorpius after teasing him with his fingers and tongue. When he was satisfied that Scorpius was on the edge of orgasm, he had stopped and instructed Scorpius to get on all fours and remain in place until he said so.

James opens his eyes again and flicks his wand. The plug vibrates a little, eliciting a whimper from Scorpius.

When the whimpers turn to mewls, James can’t stand it any longer and he moves his feet off Scorpius.

He walks around Scorpius slowly, taking in the way his back arches and the tight, firm curve of his buttocks. He notices how Scorpius keeps his head bowed, his breathing ragged from the sensations of the plug inside his body. James grins, because Scorpius must really want to be fucked if he’s being this obedient.

He moves behind Scorpius and carefully pulls the plug free. Scorpius moans, his breathing quickening. James can’t resist letting out a low groan of his own when he sees Scorpius stretched open for him and he drops onto his knees to flick his tongue along the rim of Scorpius’ stretched hole.

“Fuck.” Scorpius sucks in a sharp breath and James works his tongue into Scorpius with ease. He loves it when Scorpius gets like this, eager and needy. He murmurs a lubricating charm and slips two fingers into Scorpius, crooking them and twisting them as Scorpius rocks a little beneath him.

“You love being filled don’t you? You love feeling full. Should we get one of your toys out and stretch your eager hole wide open for me?”

“No…no toys…”

James adds a third finger and slides his hand over Scorpius’ backside. “No toys?”

“Not now. Too close.”

“I see.” James laughs and twists his hand, reaching underneath Scorpius to squeeze the base of his cock which elicits another sharp intake of breath. “You want to be fucked, then?”

“You know I do.” The petulant response earns Scorpius a sharp swat on the backside.

James slips his fingers out of Scorpius, while Scorpius squirms in place. Deciding he doesn’t want to wait any longer either, he takes off the rest of his clothes and returns to his spot on the sofa, brushing his toes against Scorpius’ arm.

“Come on, then. Ride me.”

With a moan of approval, Scorpius moves from his hands and knees and straddles James. He lets James position himself, before sinking down slowly. His pupils widen with pleasure and arousal and his cheeks take on the flushed pink notes which James enjoys so much. He slides his hands along Scorpius’ sides and back down to his arse, kneading the cheeks and parting them.

“Merlin, I’m so close.”

James considers making Scorpius wait, but he decides to give him relief this time. He wraps his hand around Scorpius’ cock and strokes him firmly, nodding at him when he sees the question in Scorpius’ eyes.

With a shout, Scorpius comes and the intensity of his pleasure pulls James’ own orgasm from him.

Afterwards, they stretch out together on the sofa and Scorpius brushes his lips to James’ neck.

“I suppose I’m in trouble for answering back?”

“I think you want to be in trouble.” James laughs and nudges Scorpius. “Right then, I want you to go to my desk and get on all fours.”

Scorpius eyes James with suspicion but does as he says. James takes his time before moving to the desk, and sitting in his chair humming thoughtfully.

“Now. I need somewhere for my books.” He places a couple of books on Scorpius’ back and then finds a couple of Muggle pens. “And somewhere for my pens.”

With a grin, he pushes two of the pens inside Scorpius, enjoying the way Scorpius shifts at the touch. Finally he takes his ruler and brushes his fingers over Scorpius’ mouth. Scorpius opens his mouth and James settles the ruler between Scorpius’ lips.

“Good. Now I need to write a couple of owls, and then maybe you can stand.” He picks up his quill and begins to write, hiding his smirk at the groan of frustration from Scorpius. He scratches out a couple of lines and then ruffles Scorpius’ hair. “And don’t worry – I fully intend to use that ruler to give you a thorough spanking afterwards. You should think about that while I finish writing.”

James smiles wickedly when Scorpius huffs with aggravation and begins to read out loud.

Dad,

I have recently acquired a new dining table and I would very much like you to come over one evening for supper to help me try it out…

He pauses when Scorpius lets out what can only be described as a squeak. With a laugh he continues to write and thinks it really isn’t that difficult being Scorpius Malfoy’s boyfriend after all.

~Fin~