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dripping_cherryTitle: Of Boots and Glass
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Pairing: Harry/Scorpius
Wordcount:100
Rating: PG-13 for suggestion
Genre: Smut
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harryscorp100 #7- Glasses
Warnings: light BDSM
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling and associated publishers. This was written for fun, not profit. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: For once, Scorpius is the one in control. Or is he?
Scorpius felt a tingle run down his spine as the glasses crunched under the heel of his boot. Looking down at his handiwork, he suppressed a moan. He couldn't let Harry know how much this affected him. Those round spectacles were synonymous with greatness, power, and victory. And Scorpius had crushed them like a worthless piece of rubbish.
It was exhilarating.
Harry looked so vulnerable on his knees, watching Scorpius through squinted eyes with his hands tied behind his back.
"Lick my boots," Scorpius said.
Slowly, Harry drew a trail along the black leather, eliciting a whimper. Scorpius wasn't in control.
The End
Author:
dripping_cherry Pairing: Harry/Scorpius
Wordcount:100
Rating: PG-13 for suggestion
Genre: Smut
Challenge:
harryscorp100 #7- GlassesWarnings: light BDSM
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling and associated publishers. This was written for fun, not profit. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: For once, Scorpius is the one in control. Or is he?
Scorpius felt a tingle run down his spine as the glasses crunched under the heel of his boot. Looking down at his handiwork, he suppressed a moan. He couldn't let Harry know how much this affected him. Those round spectacles were synonymous with greatness, power, and victory. And Scorpius had crushed them like a worthless piece of rubbish.
It was exhilarating.
Harry looked so vulnerable on his knees, watching Scorpius through squinted eyes with his hands tied behind his back.
"Lick my boots," Scorpius said.
Slowly, Harry drew a trail along the black leather, eliciting a whimper. Scorpius wasn't in control.
The End
