Scorpius H. Malfoy (fullofsnark) wrote in unloading_zone, @ 2010-07-12 11:09:00 |
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Scorpius was cold. It was the first thought he had when he blearily opened his eyes. The room was still dim, the sun only just beginning to peep in through the drapes. When he looked down at himself, all he saw was polka boxers and white socks. The covers were stripped right off him.
Looking over, he saw why. Hugo was wrapped up in a bloody cocoon, comforter and blankets all. Again. It wasn’t as if this was the first time Hugo was a blanket hog.
But why did it always have to be the days when he could sleep in for a change? Inwardly he groaned.
Scorpius considered his options. Tug the blankets back. Nestle up to Hugo for warmth. Go take a shower. Or wake Hugo up in a special way.
Didn’t take long for him to decide. Rolling over onto his forearms, he peeled away just enough blanket to start trailing his mouth across Hugo’s shoulder, working his way to his collar and up his neck, kissing and gently nipping.
Something was waking Hugo up. He felt soft lips against his skin and the feel of teeth against his neck. Groaning happily, Hugo rolled over, draping an arm over Scorpius and leaning in to kiss him without opening his eyes. “It’s early,” he complained lightly. “I thought we were going to sleep in.” His hands were slipping out from his cocoon of blankets and pulling Scorpius closer, not caring in the least that he was being woken up.
Who could ever complain about their boyfriend kissing them awake?
“You stole all the blankets. ‘M cold,” Scorpius muttered against Hugo’s neck, though he was already getting warmer. Hugo’s body was summery no matter what season it was. Outside, snowflakes were slowly sauntering downward.
“Blanket hog,” he complained, kissing a path down more exposed skin, leading down to Hugo’s sternum. “Remind me – why do I love you again?”
That was a slanderous lie. Hugo never stole blankets. He merely ensured his own warmth at the expense of Scorpius’. “Well come here,” he said and wrapped the blankets around them both, feeling his skin against Scorpius’. Much better. Much, much better. His hands lightly moved across Scorpius’ back and Hugo kissed his boyfriend’s neck lightly. “Because of my winning personality,” he answered.
Nothing – or very few things – felt better than those calloused hands on his back. Scorpius arched into them, but didn’t let them distract him from pulling up to seal his mouth over Hugo’s. “Ha,” he breathed out when he pulled back by the barest inch, close enough to count every freckle dusting Hugo’s nose. “Is that all?”
“No. There’s my good looks, intelligence and world famous ability to put up with your shite,” he teased and dropped a hand down to Scorpius’ arse. So maybe he had wanted to sleep in, but this was better than any sleep he could’ve had. Mornings like this.. they were special and rare and he loved them. “And the fact that no one else will have you.” He leaned in to kiss Scorpius again, nipping at his bottom lip lightly.
“But mostly because I love you so damn much.”
Scorpius tried and failed not to laugh. It was a breathy sound, what with Hugo nibbling his lip and cupping his arse. “Oh, right,” he said. “How could I forget?” Out of spite, and maybe some love, he brushed his palm down the front of Hugo’s boxers, teasing.
Sucking in a breath, Hugo felt his hips push against Scorpius’ hand. He was an evil, evil man for teasing him like that. His fingers slipped into the waistband of his boxers and inched towards a very, very good moment when a large, grey mountain of fur and drool jumped up on the bed and licked Hugo’s face.
“Dammit! Stupid dog!” Hugo pushed at the giant mutt and grumbled. “Way to ruin the fucking moment.”
“Dusk!” Scorpius groaned and sat up, straddling Hugo’s hips. “Don’t be so harsh on her. She only wants some kisses. Don’cha girl?” Yes, his voice did become soft and wheedling as he cooed and ruffled his puppy’s big floppy ears. No matter how big and old she was, she’d always be his puppy.
“I can’t say I blame her.” Scorpius smirked.
Dusk was Scorpius’ dog for sure. Hugo didn’t choose the name. In fact, he told Scorpius what a poncey name it was. Dogs were great and all, but he didn’t like sharing his boyfriend with a mutt. Falling back against the pillows, Hugo grumped and folded his arms over his chest. “I can. Damn dog is cramping my style.”
“She’s hungry, prat. You should be able to empathize.” Deciding some wandless magic was in order, Scorpius twisted around and refilled Dusk’s dog bowl with a few complicated hand gestures. As soon as she picked up the scent of food in the air, Dusk scrambled off the bed and bounded off to the kitchen.
“I must love things with bottomless stomachs.” Both his dog and boyfriend would eat him out of the house.
He was actually pretty hungry. Come to think of it.. he was bloody starving. Hugo felt his stomach growling and wondered how much trouble he’d be in if he rolled out of bed and went searching for food. “Maybe you have a type. Or something. Are you hungry? I’m starving. Do you have any of those scones you made the other day?”
Unable to refrain from rolling his eyes, Scorpius chuckled. He not only heard Hugo’s stomach growl, but felt it. He was still on top of Hugo. “If you didn’t devour all of them, there should be a few more. If not, I’ll make pancakes. How’s that sound?”
The way through Hugo’s heart was his stomach. So long as his stomach was happy and full, Hugo was happy and in love. He almost loved Scorpius enough to go hungry even. “How about both? Blueberry pancakes? Please?” Hugo lightly squeezed Scorpius’ thighs and gave him his best puppy dog look. “Pretty please?”
“Ugh. Don’t look at me with that pathetic face.” Scorpius screwed his eyes shut, unable to bear such a face. He climbed off Hugo and stood up, bones cracking as he stretched. “I will if you stop looking at me like that.”