Taming

“Darling! Come look at this!” Albus called from the balcony of their posh hotel. Scorpius walked over, admiring the view as he went. Not of the Paris cityscape, but the view of Albus, bending over the balcony railing enticingly.

He slid his hands over Albus’s hips teasingly and leaned against him, pressing his hips against Albus’s arse. “I’m looking.”

“Not at me!” Albus giggled, but he wiggled his hips appreciatively. “If you lean over the balcony and look down that way, you can see the Arc de Triomphe! Isn’t it beautiful?”

“It is.”

“You’re not even looking at it!”

“Can I help it if something else has caught my attention? We’re on our honeymoon, you know. I’ve seen the Arc de Triomphe before. What I haven’t seen before is how delicious my husband looks, bent over a balcony railing with his arse in the air.”

Albus laughed. “How can I argue with that?”

“You can’t. Now why don’t you keep looking at the pretty scenery and let me have my way with you?”

“But, Scorpius!” Albus sounded scandalized. “There are people walking down there! Hundreds of them!”

“Of course there are. We’re on the Champs-Élysées. It’s probably the most famous street in Europe.”

“Which is a good reason for you to not bugger me in plain sight!”

“The railing is solid. No one can see anything below your waist.”

“Scorpius!”

“You know, the French call this street ‘la plus belle avenue du monde.’ The most beautiful avenue in the world.”

“I think they’re right.”

“Well, I’m more interested in le plus beau derrière du monde.”

“Pervert,” Albus chided, but he was wriggling a bit more enthusiastically.

Scorpius snaked his arms around his husband and unbuttoned his trousers.

“Scorpius! What if someone hears?” Albus asked nervously, although he didn’t do anything to keep Scorpius from tugging his trousers and shorts down around his ankles.

“Well, you’ll just have to be quiet, won’t you?” With that, Scorpius dropped to his knees, grabbed Albus’s arse cheeks in each hand, and thrust his tongue in between them.

“Oh, gods!” Albus nearly yelled.

Scorpius stopped. “You have to be quiet, remember? Now can you be a good boy or do I have to stop?”

“I can be good,” Albus panted.

Scorpius resumed the task at hand. When his tongue had reduced Albus to gibberish, he got up and bent his husband farther over the railing. “Did you like that?” he whispered in Albus’s ear. “You were very good at being quiet. I think you deserve a reward. What would you like?”

“I want you.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Fuck me! Please! Don’t make me wait!”

Scorpius smiled. So impatient, just like always. But he was always happy to oblige his husband’s base needs. He quickly pushed his own clothing out of the way, and murmured a lubrication charm.

But rather than sliding his cock inside, as he desperately wanted to, he slid two fingers inside instead. He stood next to Albus and looked down over the railing.

“Look at them all, walking by. Do you think they know where my other hand is?” Scorpius asked in a purring voice.

Albus whimpered. “How does it make you feel to know that anyone could look up and see the two of us leaning on this railing… With only three hands visible? Would they suspect?”

Albus whimpered again and Scorpius took pity on him. He moved behind Albus and aligned himself, pressing inside. He slid in easily and began to rock gently, keeping his hips pressed against Albus’s.

He reached around and stroked Albus’s cock with the rhythm of his thrusts. He could tell from Albus’s breathing that he was getting close. Scorpius began to move more quickly, driving them both towards climax.

When Albus came in his hand with a quiet, breathy little moan, Scorpius groaned and followed shortly after. He sagged against Albus’s back, pressing his sweaty forehead against Albus’s shoulder.

They stood there for several minutes, just breathing. The sun sank lower in the sky, painting the city in pinks and golds. And still they stood, just being together.

Finally, they moved away from the railing, cleaned up, and straightened their clothing. “So, my dearest husband, what do you fancy doing for supper?” Scorpius asked.

“Well, there’s always Fouquet's,” Albus suggested with a smile. “Or we could order room service and you could fuck me again.”

“I knew there was a good reason that I married you.”

“There is. You love me,” Albus teased.

“Okay, so there were several reasons that I married you,” Scorpius amended, picking up the phone. “Now which one do I press for room service again?”

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Scorpius and Albus sat, people watching, on the terrace of a small café. It was their last day in Paris, and they were both going to be sad to leave. It had been an amazing week. But Scorpius had to get back to work. He was lucky that Aunt Hermione had exerted her influence again, since people in his position rarely got vacation time at all.

That train of thought caused him to turn to Albus. “So do you know what you’re going to do when we get back?”

“Do with what?”

“Your time. Your days. Anything. I mean, do you want to get a job? A hobby? Just be my full-time sex slave?”

“Definitely the last one,” Albus grinned. “But yes, I have thought about it. I was offered a job, of sorts. And I’ve been thinking about taking it.”

“What is it? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Well, actually it was at the wedding. Professor McGonagall told me that next year they’re going to have an opening in the Muggle-relations department at Hogwarts, and she thought that I might be interested. I would’ve mentioned it, but I wanted to think it over a bit myself before I got your opinion.”

“Hogwarts has a Muggle-relations department?”

“Yes. For Muggleborns, you know. It’s not full-time or anything. Basically I’d spend some time during the summer traveling, visiting the families of Muggleborn students. Hogwarts doesn’t just send them a letter, like we got. They did in the past, but it led to a few awkward situations, so now they send a liaison. Then the rest of the year, I might have a few things to do, but I could do most of them from home.”

“Like what?”

“Well, Professor McGonagall said that the parents usually have a lot of questions, about our world, and what their children are really doing, so I would answer letters, and even be available by telephone if the parents needed something. I did get an ‘O’ on my Muggle Studies N.E.W.T. you know.”

“Yes, I know,” Scorpius said with a smile.

“I know it’s not a real full-time job like you have, but I think I’d be good at it.”

“I think you would be, too.”

“And I don’t need a full-time job for the money or anything, thanks to my parents. And yours. So I might as well do something that can make a difference.”

“Yes, thank Merlin for trust funds,” Scorpius joked. “But honestly, I think it’s a brilliant idea. You would be great as a liaison. You’re sweet and likable and trustworthy. Parents would feel much better after talking to you, I’m sure.”

Albus grinned. “You’re not just saying that?”

“Of course not! I think it’s a great idea.”

“And with you working long hours at the Ministry, this way I’d have time to do the cleaning and laundry, and make sure you had dinner waiting when you got home. That sort of thing.”

“Blimey, my mother really is your idol, isn’t she?”

“Oh, shut it.” Albus was blushing now.

“No, I love the idea of you darning my socks.”

Albus rolled his eyes. “If you start referring to me as your wife, I’m going to leave you.”

Scorpius shrugged and grinned at him. “I can’t make any promises. Especially if you join any of my mother’s social committees.”

Albus flushed again.

“You didn’t!” Scorpius laughed.

“Well, she did invite me to join her Polite Society of Herbology club… But I didn’t join yet.”

“Those ladies who grow orchids and such? Oh, Albus. What am I going to do with you?” Scorpius was giggling so hard he could hardly get the words out.

“Well, I’m going to have free time! I could start growing orchids if I wanted to! Plenty of men do gardening. What about Professor Longbottom?”

Scorpius just laughed harder. “Yes, I can see it now. We’ll get you a pair of those little gloves with the flowers on them and a nice big straw hat and you can go out to the garden and bring in armloads of flowers in a pretty basket to arrange on the table as a fetching centerpiece.”

Albus kicked him under the table. Hard. “I am not that gay.”

“Ow! And no one is that gay. But you’re close.”

Albus’s lips twitched. “I wouldn’t wear the straw hat,” he protested.

“Not even if we tie a gingham ribbon around it?”

“Not even then.”

“Spoilsport,” Scorpius teased, and Albus laughed.

“I’ll find something to occupy my time.”

“How about a couple of children?” Scorpius suggested, the teasing tone gone from his voice.

Albus laughed again. “If you’re asking me if I want to bear your children, I think we need to have an anatomy lesson.”

“I’m serious. Have you thought about it? Us having kids, I mean?”

“I… Kind of, I guess. I didn’t know how we’d manage it, though. But I would like that a lot.”

“Well I happen to know that in the Muggle world, plenty of gay couples, and straight couples who can’t have children naturally, have babies. They find a woman who is willing to carry the baby for them,” Scorpius explained.

“Women do that?”

“Sure. Either close friends or family members. Or if they don’t know someone who wants to do it for them, there are women who do it for money. And we have plenty of that. I assume that the same thing happens in the wizarding world. Even if it’s not commonplace in the wizarding world, we could make it happen. We could have a baby. Or two.”

“You’re serious about this?”

“Yes. I mean, not for a few years, probably. We’re young yet. But in five years or so, when my career is established and we feel ready. What do you think?”

Albus took his hand and smiled at him with the most achingly tender expression that Scorpius had ever seen on his face. “I rather think I’d like more than just one or two.”