#I'm still working on finding the sweet spot between 'callous coldhearted miserly bastards'

[theoldandnewfirm]

So this began as a fic inspired by Ebenezer being very good at handling quills, but the story ended up growing and this chunk no longer fit. I didn't want this bit to go to waste, however, so enjoy this Young!Scrooge/Marley smutty snippet.

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With the threat of interruption gone, Marley at last returned his quill to its stand and let his head loll back against his chair, his eyes closed. He rested his hand on Ebenezer's head, appreciative but not guiding. The boy was an earnest and dutiful student in all things, and in this particular activity he'd grown to excel.

From below came a coy, "I thought you were working?"

"Hush," said Marley. "I'm due at the exchange at a quarter to ten. Make me late and I'll take it out of your hide."

Ebenezer hummed. "If you mean to punish me, don't make the prospect so tempting."

The boy had also grown a bit of a mouth. But there was a solution for that: as soon as his tip again rested on Ebenezer's tongue, Marley gripped his hair and drove him firmly and insistently down his shaft until his nose nestled in his curls. For several moments the only sound from below were wet choking noises; only when Ebenezer slapped his calf twice did he relent.

At once Ebenezer reared up, coughing, followed by a thunk and a hoarse curse as his head struck the bottom of the desk.

"You were saying?" said Marley.