Taming

Scorpius hurried back to the Hufflepuff dormitory, where he now kept most of his belongings (luckily Hufflepuffs were, by and large, understanding and compassionate about such things, unlike his former Slytherin roommates who had been glad to see him go) to change out of his suit before he went to meet Albus.

When he flipped through his clothes, he was struck by a sudden inspiration. Reaching deep into his trunk, he found the pants that he’d been wearing the night that he and Albus had first made love – the rock star pants. Grinning, he remembered the way Albus had looked at him. Just because he planned to settle down with Albus didn’t mean that he had to give up being hot. As long as he was doing it to impress Albus and no one else.

Although he liked the idea that hopefully some of the others would be jealous of Albus. He was feeling giddy from his conversation with the Potters and he wanted to ride the high for as long as he could. He shucked off his dress clothing, and slid into the pants (sans underwear, natch) that fit him like a second skin. He put on a red sleeveless t-shirt that was almost indecently tight and showed off his biceps.

Grinning at his silliness, he dropped to the ground and did thirty push-ups in rapid succession. He’d read somewhere that it would give his arms a little extra visual boost. He flexed in the mirror and laughed at his reflection. He couldn’t remember being this happy and excited since that night in the library when Albus had agreed to forgive him.

Leaning back towards the mirror, he quickly and deftly spiked up his blonde hair. He hadn’t worn earrings in a while, but this occasion certainly called for them. He fitted a diamond stud in one ear, and a kind of dangly silver skull and crossbones in the other ear. He put on his scorpion necklace, whose ruby eye glinted nicely against his red shirt.

For the finishing touch, Scorpius unearthed his make-up bag and took the time to apply eyeliner all around his eyes, and mascara as well. Then he sucked in his cheeks and brushed bronzer in the hollows. Instant cheekbones to die for. He pulled on his favorite boots and looked over the effect.

“David Bowie, eat your heart out,” Scorpius told his reflection. Although he had to admit that the effect was being tainted by the fact that he couldn’t keep the goofy grin off his face.

As he walked up to Gryffindor tower, he chanted to himself, ‘Badass, badass, badass,” until he could manage not to smile. Outside the common room door he had a minor panic attack wondering if the outfit would inspire painful memories for Albus rather than sexy ones, but he decided he knew just what to do. He opened the common room door and stepped inside.

The party was in full swing at this point, and he looked around until he spotted Albus, who was standing near the fireplace across the room with Lily, Rose, Hugo, and another friend of theirs, Kate Finnegan. Channeling his old persona as effectively as he had earlier, he began to stalk his way toward his boyfriend like a jungle cat.

Albus, who always had an uncanny knack for finding Scorpius wherever he was, suddenly looked up and spotted Scorpius coming at him. His mouth dropped open and he stood transfixed as Scorpius hunted him.

He heard Rose say, “Oh. My. Gods,” in a rather strangled voice.

Lily turned to Kate and said in a deadly serious tone, “How much trouble do you get in for having sexual fantasies about your brother’s boyfriend?”

“I don’t know,” Kate answered “But I’m having one right now.”

Hugo was shaking his head as if he had water in his ears.

But Scorpius didn’t care about those things. Once he’d locked eyes with Albus, nothing else mattered. When he reached Albus, he stepped a little too close to him and said, “So, Potter. You want to find somewhere a little quieter?”

Albus gulped and nodded. Scorpius grabbed the front of Albus’s t-shirt and wadded it in his fist. He dragged Albus to the door and pulled him out into the hall and kept pulling him, heading for the Hufflepuff dormitories. Halfway there, he remembered a detail from that night and stopped, turning towards Albus.

“I’m going to fuck you, Potter. You know that, right?” He asked, his voice husky.

“Bloody hell, I hope so. And soon.” Scorpius waited until he turned back around and resumed his dragging and then he smiled a little. Albus was always so impatient.

When they got to the Hufflepuff common room, there were quite a few people around, and all of them watched, transfixed, as Scorpius Malfoy, former (and obviously still current) sex god, dragged Albus Potter into the dormitory like a rag doll. The Hufflepuffs were used to the two boys being nothing but sweet and considerate to each other. But then, nearly all of the girls and a few of the boys could certainly see the appeal of your boyfriend dragging you off like he couldn’t wait to have you. Especially when your boyfriend looked like Scorpius Malfoy.

“What the hell?” griped a seventh-year boy named Mark Zeller. “Now I can’t go to bed for Merlin knows how long.” Then he noticed his girlfriend staring into space with a dreamy expression on her face. “Bloody hell,” he muttered. Grabbing her arm, he dragged her bodily towards the girl’s dorms.

He wasn’t the only Hufflepuff who took a leaf from Scorpius’s book that night, and they were all pleased with their results.

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Heedless of the stir they’d caused, Scorpius dragged Albus through the door, pinned him up against the wall and started snogging him. Albus melted against him and grabbed Scorpius’s arse.

“Merlin, these pants,” Albus murmured.

“Glad you approve.” Scorpius literally tore Albus’s t-shirt off, flinging the remains over his shoulder, and he started kissing Albus’s chest.

Albus reached for the button on Scorpius’s pants. When he popped it open and realized that Scorpius had nothing underneath, he moaned with feeling. He eased Scorpius’s cock out and began to wank him, rather urgently.

Caught up in the feeling, Scorpius roughly turned Albus and pressed his front against the wall. He reached around Albus and unfastened his pants, pulling them down just enough to get to his arse. Without removing his own clothing, he barely took the time for a lubrication charm before he was pushing inside Albus. Albus was clutching the wall and breathing rapidly, whimpering.

Scorpius couldn’t make himself slow down at all. He was in the zone, like he used to get when he was fucking around, and he drove Albus almost brutally against the wall. Albus’s legs trembled and he panted and begged so prettily that before he knew it, Scorpius was coming. His orgasm seemed to stretch on and on, and he cried out so loudly that it nearly hurt his own ears.

Stumbling backwards away from Albus, Scorpius felt a pang of guilt. He’d treated Albus rather shamefully. Albus peeled himself away from the wall and walked shakily over to his bed, collapsing on it. Scorpius quickly tucked himself back into his pants hurried to his boyfriend’s side.

“Albus? Baby, did I hurt you?”

To his surprise, Albus laughed. “Hurt me? Hardly. That was the hottest thing we’ve ever done.” He grinned. “You are the most gorgeous human being that I’ve ever seen in my life.”

Scorpius was so relieved that he almost laughed. “I didn’t even do anything for you, though! Do you need me to…”

Still smiling rather drunkenly, Albus grabbed Scorpius’s hand and brought it to the crotch of his jeans. The material was quite damp and vaguely sticky. Scorpius did start to laugh then, sitting down next to Albus.

He helpfully performed a cleaning charm for Albus, who was still quite wrung-out. “Just when I start to get complacent, you surprise me like that,” Albus said, teasingly. “Sometimes I almost forget that my loving, caring, sweet boyfriend is the legendary Scorpius Malfoy. There must be so many people who are jealous as hell of me,” he remarked proudly.

“I wouldn’t doubt that,” Scorpius said smugly. Albus attempted to hit him, but missed, since he still couldn’t move from the spot he’d collapsed in.

“So what does the boyfriend of the legendary Scorpius Malfoy want to do now?” Scorpius teased.

“Honestly?” Albus struggled to sit up, tugging his pants back up. “I want to go back to the party, with you looking like that, and lord it over everyone that I, Albus Potter, managed to make the hottest boy to ever attend Hogwarts fall in love with me.”

Scorpius grinned, fastening his pants. “Let’s get going, then.”

Albus retrieved a new shirt from his trunk, and they held hands all the way back up to Gryffindor tower.

When they re-entered the common room, nearly everyone started to laugh, but this time it made Albus grin with pride. Scorpius noted with some humor that Albus looked deliciously fucked-out, and he figured that he probably did, too.

“Hey, Alby!” Rose called out. “What happened to your other shirt?”

“Scorpius ripped it,” Albus announced loudly, and his voice was so proud that everyone laughed again. Slinging an arm around Albus’s shoulders, Scorpius led him over to Rose and Lily.

“Could you two try to look a little less… satisfied? It’s distracting,” Lily complained.

Scorpius laughed. “I can’t help it! I’m afraid I’m thoroughly sated.”

Albus collapsed in a chair. “You’re sated? Bugger me. I was getting ready to leave again.”

Scorpius narrowed his eyes, “You want another round?” Mindful of his audience, Scorpius straddled Albus with as much feline grace as he could and began to snog him. Behind him, with a good view of his arse, he’d wager, he heard Lily’s voice complain, “I’m going to kill both of them.”

“No you’re not,” Rose said. “You’re going to be a good little girl and wait until you’re in bed tonight. Then you’re going to picture this moment and pleasure yourself like you never have before.”

“Rose!” Lily laughed.

“Well, that’s my plan.”

Scorpius pulled back a little and grinned at Albus. “I bet they aren’t the only ones, either. How does it feel to be so envied, dear Albus?”

He moved his hands to grip Scorpius’s arse and both girls whimpered a little behind them. “It feels incredible. Just like you.”