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****** The Effects of Mashed Potatoes ******
by Inyx_Dawn
Summary
     Trying to make mashed potatoes, Harry fails horribly and ends up
     covered in the lumpy food. So Charlie decides that the boy needs to
     get cleaned up. Taking him upstairs, the man offers Harry a method
     the boy can't resist.
Notes
     Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created
     and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited
     to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner
     Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark
     infringement is intended.
***** Incident *****
Chapter Summary
     Trying to make mashed potatoes, Harry fails horribly and ends up
     covered in the lumpy food. So Charlie decides that the boy needs to
     get cleaned up. Taking him upstairs, the man offers Harry a method
     the boy can't resist.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
"Oh it's so good to see you, dear," Molly gushed, giving Harry a motherly hug.
Said savior blushed something fearsome and lowered his eyes. "Thank you, Mrs.
Weasley."
Someone off to his right chuckled good naturally. "You're gonna suffocate him,
mum."
Molly let Harry go and placed her hands on her hips. "Oh be quiet, Ron, and put
your things up in your room. You too, Harry."
Ron snickered, taking his secondhand trunk and dragging it up the stairs, Harry
trailing behind him. They reached Ron's room quickly enough, dropping their
things on the floor and collapsing on their respective beds.
Harry looked up at the orange ceiling before twisting his neck so that he could
look over at his best friend. "Hey, Ron?"
The red haired boy hummed, flipping through a worn looking Quidditch Through
the Ages.
Harry bit his lip and gazed back at the ceiling. "Is your entire family coming
over for tomorrow?"
Ron laughed. "Of course, mate. It's Christmas!"
The Boy Who Lived chuckled weakly and whispered, "Yeah…"
The other boy frowned, but just as he opened his mouth to question him, a voice
from downstairs yelled, "Boys! Get down here, and welcome the others!"
Ron rolled his eyes, rolled out of his bed. "Come on, Harry. Better hurry
before she drags us down."
Harry shook his head, a small smile on his face. "Be nice, Ron."
Ron flashed him a grin. "I'm always nice."
The dark haired boy raised an eyebrow, rising from his bed and heading toward
the door. "Sure you are."
Ron bit down a laugh, following Harry down the stairs. "I really am."
Harry pouted although Ron couldn't see it and entered the kitchen. "Shut up,
Ron."
"What's he done this time?"
Both boys jumped and spun around. Ron's eyes narrowed as he glared at the
smirking man. "Don't scare us like that, Charlie!"
The man, Charlie, snickered. "You should be more aware of your surroundings.
Anyway, mum wants you to help her set the table, Ron."
While the two were talking, Harry had been trying to will down the blush he
could feel creeping up his neck. However, now he tilted his head and, confused,
asked, "What about me?"
Charlie grinned. "You, my good man, have the privilege of being in my wonderful
company while we peel the potatoes."
'Initiate blush now,' Harry thought dryly knowing that his cheeks must rival
the man's dark auburn hair at that point.
Ron outright laughed. "Wonderful company my arse!" He shook his head and, as he
was walking out of the room, said, "Good luck, mate."
Charlie chuckled and gazed down at Harry. "Well, are you ready to get started
on those potatoes, Harry?"
The boy gulped and nodded, not trusting his voice. He was led to the sink where
an array of peeled potatoes lay.
The man grinned and winked at Harry which only served in making him blush
harder. "We really were supposed to peel the potatoes, but I got a head start.
So now we just have to mash them. And I think that it would only be fair that
you do it since I peeled them."
Harry pouted, the redness in his cheeks fading. "Fine. Where's the mixer?"
Charlie smiled and placed one of his hands on Harry's cheeks, rubbing one of
them with his thumb. He held back a chuckle when those cheeks burned under his
hand. Taking back his hand, he opened one of the cupboards and took out a
mixer. "Here you are."
Harry stared at the potatoes, avoiding looking at the man, and took the mixer,
whispering, "Thanks."
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PLOP CRASH THUMP
A booming laugh filled the room. "Oh Merlin! Harry, have you ever used a
mixer?"
Harry groaned and sank lower to the floor. "It's been awhile."
The walls, windows, and Harry were covered in lumpy mashed potatoes. The boy's
hand had been too loose so when he started the mixer, it flew out of his hand
and splattered everything with the bowl's contents. Charlie had dodged in time,
so he was still clean.
The man grinned and pulled the fifteen year old from his spot on the ground.
"Come on let's get you cleaned up."
And as he pushed Harry up the stairs, he whispered a quiet scourgify on the
room, cleaning it of the mess and leaving it spotless. He smirked, and
continued on up after Harry, pulling him into the bathroom once he reached the
boy.
Harry watched as Charlie closed the door after them. The man twisted around so
that he could look at Harry, and grinned. "Strip."
Harry sputtered. "Excuse me!" he exclaimed in a high pitched voice.
Charlie's eye lids lowered and he bent down to Harry's ear, whispering, "I said
strip, Harry."
Harry almost groaned as Charlie purred out his name. However, he held it back,
breathing heavy. "Al-alright."
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Charlie very quickly realized he hadn't thought this through. Harry had been
shivering and jittery through the entire process until, finally, he was down to
his boxers. As skinny as the boy had looked in his clothes, he was the complete
opposite without them. His stomach, instead of being concave like Charlie had
expected, was toned and muscled. The boy's arms had wiry muscles, probably from
quidditch, and his legs were well defined. It took all of Charlie's self
control to banish the image of the boy panting underneath him, his strong legs
wrapped tightly around his waist.
Harry had stopped at his dark blue boxers, not willing to take away his last
piece of dignity. He daringly looked up at Charlie's face to see what he should
do next. But the man was looking him over with narrowed eyes, and Harry had to
focus on willing down the massive erection he was getting.
"Good, Harry. Now let's get rid of the rest of those potatoes."
And suddenly Charlie's mouth was on Harry's cheeks, lightly licking away the
mess. His arms encircled the boy's waist to support him, and then a jarring,
destabilizing sensation tingled through Harry's legs. Charlie quickly noticed
and pulled away.
Harry groaned at the loss of those beautiful lips and that tongue. However,
Charlie wasn't done just yet. He led Harry to a wall, pressed the boy against
it, and then crushed his lips against Harry's while pressing his body against
the savior's.
"Char…lie…"
One leg slipped between Harry's as Charlie nibbled on the boy's lower lip.
Harry clenched the man's sleeve to steady himself, but then Charlie's hands
grasped his and pinned them against the wall. Harry succumbed easily to his
will.
Charlie pressed him harder up the wall as his other leg maneuvered itself
between Harry's legs, and the boy automatically wrapped his legs around
Charlie's waist for support. The man pressed him against the wall harder with
his body as his tongue ran over Harry's. The boy then slipped his hands away
from Charlie's and moved them through his hair. In turn, the man cupped Harry's
cheeks, holding his head in place.
Charlie pulled away, breathing heavy. He looked at the boy in his arms and
smiled. Harry's hair was disheveled, his face red, and his verdant eyes were
glazed over with lust.
Charlie leaned in and purred against Harry's lips, "Do you want to continue,
Harry?"
Chapter End Notes
     © 2008 Inyx Dawn
***** Interruptions *****
Chapter Summary
     Trying to make mashed potatoes, Harry fails horribly and ends up
     covered in the lumpy food. So Charlie decides that the boy needs to
     get cleaned up. Taking him upstairs, the man offers Harry a method
     the boy can't resist.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Harry's eyes fluttered as his head fell back against the bathroom wall. "Oh
Merlin, yes," he moaned.
Charlie's smile transformed into a grin as he picked the boy up. It wasn't
terribly difficult as Harry didn't weigh that much and his legs were already
around the man's waist.
In no time they were on the highest floor below the attic. There was only one
room up there, and it was Charlie's and Bill's but, luckily, Bill wouldn't be
able to make it to the Burrow until the next day so the two had the room to
themselves.
The dragon tamer gently laid the teenager on his bed, and crawled on top of
him, careful not to crush the small boy. Charlie crushed his lips against
Harry's, nibbling against the boy's bottom lip.
Harry whimpered and opened his mouth which was immediately assaulted by a
seemingly talented tongue. Not sure of what to do, Harry nervously rubbed his
tongue against Charlie's, causing the man to press his lips harder against
Harry's.
Charlie was in Heaven at that moment. He parted from those beautifully bruised
lips and sat up on the bed between Harry's legs, breathing heavy.
Scared that he had done something wrong, the young savior pushed himself up and
gazed at Charlie's face. Finding only barely contained lust, the boy elegantly
twisted his body so that he was on his knees, and he pulled the man down for
another kiss, which Charlie recuperated without any hesitation.
The twenty three year old slid his arms around the petite body, forcing those
aching lips to part. Feeling a hand wandering over his chest and unbuttoning
his shirt, he brought one of his own hands up and tore through the buttons like
they were nothing, and successfully ridding himself of the offending piece of
clothing.
Harry pressed his chest against Charlie's when he felt a cold hand slip under
his shirt and trail a finger down his spine, causing him to shiver
emphatically. He pulled away from the kiss and tugged his shirt off, throwing
it off to the side.
Instead of heading straight for those wanton lips, Charlie pressed an open
mouth kiss on Harry's collarbone, sucking and nibbling at the skin until it was
a dark red. Trailing down, he kissed his way to one of the boy's hard nipples.
Harry almost cried out when he felt the man's persistent sucking, and he ran
his hands through Charlie's hair, forcing the man's head in place.
Once Charlie thought the piece of flesh was hard enough, he headed back to the
boy's mouth, pressing his lips hard against Harry's. And as his tongue explored
the warm cavern, his right hand made its way to the other nipple, rolling it
between his fingers causing the boy to whimper louder and moan.
Charlie's left hand wandered further down, but just as his fingers had breached
the waist band of the boy's trousers, a loud voice interrupted.
"Boys! Dinner's ready!"
Harry fell back against the headboard and groaned. "You can't be serious," he
whispered to himself.
Charlie smirked from his place in the middle of the bed. He crawled on top of
Harry and leaned toward the boy's ear. "Eager are we? Hmmm, I wonder if you can
last one more day, Harry," he purred.
Said boy gasped as the man bit his ear lobe lightly. "I think I'll ah…manage,"
he moaned.
The man got up off the bed, taking another shirt out of his dresser and
throwing Harry's at the boy.
"Better hurry before mum gets up here," Charlie muttered, buttoning up his red
silk shirt, fully aware that he left Harry in a daze.
Harry nodded, finally able to use full function of his body as the last of the
lust left his body. Pushing himself out of the bed, he pulled the shirt on and
stared at Charlie; unsure of what it was he had to do.
The man smiled at the insecure boy. "Well come on, Harry. Best not keep the
others waiting."
He bent down to Harry's level, and gave him a chaste kiss, rubbing the boy's
cheek with his thumb.
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Dinner that evening had taken its toll on Harry as he tried to avoid looking at
Charlie, not wanting to make it bluntly obvious that he liked the man. Of
course, his constant blushing whenever his gaze shifted or whenever Charlie let
loose a chuckle had not helped matters.
When he and Ron had finally said good night to everyone, and trekked up to
their room, Harry was so exhausted. The moment he reached his bed, he fell on
top of it and instantly lost consciousness.
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For Charlie, dinner had been immensely amusing. Poor Harry had tried to make
himself as surreptitious as possible, avoiding looking at Charlie or talking to
him.
He rolled over and stared at the ceiling, once again wondering how it was he
fell in love with the Harry Potter.
It must have been sometime during the first task with the dragons. Charlie had,
of course, seen the boy around the grounds but he hadn't known much more about
Harry than the rest of England. He'd noticed how Harry had this innate grace
that the boy seemed unaware of, and how, while he looked very much like his
father, Harry's long hair brought out a bit more of the Lily in him. He was
truly stunning.
However, when Charlie had seen the way Harry had handled the Hungarian
Horntail, the man began noticing his skills, his personality. Exceptionally
powerful though the boy was, he never made a big show of it. His intelligence
in defense matched with any of the professors, but he was always so modest.
The boy had so much on his small shoulders. Voldemort, the Daily Prophet, the
Ministry, Dumbledore, being the Boy Who Lived, even just being an orphan.
Charlie was amazed that Harry could handle the pressure and stress of it all.
That made the man think that the boy most likely thought he was going to die in
this war. All of those problems, instead of making him frantic and worried, had
made Harry resigned. He truly believed that, whether he defeated Voldemort or
not, he would still die.
"Harry…," Charlie gently whispered, his voice seeming to caress the boy's name.
"Tomorrow, you'll be mine. And I'll make sure no one ever hurts you."
Chapter End Notes
     © 2008 Inyx Dawn
***** Melodies *****
Chapter Summary
     Trying to make mashed potatoes, Harry fails horribly and ends up
     covered in the lumpy food. So Charlie decides that the boy needs to
     get cleaned up. Taking him upstairs, the man offers Harry a method
     the boy can't resist.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
"Ngh…Charlie…de-eper!" Harry heard himself scream.
Those hard thrusts became more vigorous as Charlie went as deep as he could
into that wonderfully hot, tight heat.
They'd been at it for what seemed like hours, and Harry could hardly see
straight. He'd been fucked so thoroughly that every thrust that managed to hit
the bruised bundle of nerves buried in his arse added on to his all consuming
lust and arousal. And if that wasn't enough, Charlie had taken a hold of his
cock which was already streaming with pre-cum, and was stroking it in time with
each of his thrusts.
'Oh Merlin! Charlie, I'm…ah...gonna…oh!"
Those words shattered whatever was left of the man's self control, and his
thrusts become uneven as his hips sent his cock deeper and harder.
Harry threw his head back as he cried out Charlie's name, jet streams of white
substance hitting his stomach and the man's chest. He was breathing heavy as
Charlie kept thrusting into him.
Once, twice, three more times Charlie managed to thrust into Harry's body
before the tightening of those sinful muscles became too much for him, and he
moaned out Harry's name, his seed coating the insides of the boy's arse.
The man fell on top of Harry, careful not to crush the boy before wrapping him
in his strong arms. They both fell into a satisfied slumber, as Harry snuggled
deeper into Charlie's chest.
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Harry slowly opened his eyes, stretching out his arms to get loose all the
kinks. He wriggled slightly and that was when he felt something sticky near his
nether regions. The boy groaned even as he remembered the pure bliss of his
dream.
His eyes shot toward his best friend's bed, and he sighed. Ron was not only
still sleeping, but he was looking the other way. And so, Harry carefully got
up from the bed and checked the sheets. Miraculously, the sheets were semen
free. Harry's pants, however, were definitely not.
The boy carefully padded over to the bathroom across the hall, blushing
slightly at the memories the particular room invoked. He shook himself out of
the pants and his boxers before walked over to the curtained bathtub.
Harry took a quick shower, making absolutely sure that he was no longer sticky,
and stepped out of the tub. He tightly wrapped a white fluffy towel around his
waist and flew down the stairs to the living room where a huge fireplace was
located. The fire was roaring, flickering shades of yellows and oranges across
the hot brick. Harry threw in his pants and boxers, too scared to even
contemplate washing them, and he trekked back up the stairs to get changed.
===============================================================================
Opening presents on Christmas Day had always brought a smile to Harry's face.
For different reasons than the rest of the Weasley's but nevertheless he was
always smiling. But Harry couldn't bring a Christmas to mind when he'd blushed
the whole day. The boy cursed Ginny for giving Charlie those peppermint candy
canes. And he cursed Charlie for using them to make Harry feel very
uncomfortable and aroused.
There had been a few minutes when sadness had broken through his smile and
arousal. Harry had opened all of his presents, saying thank you to everyone.
But he hadn't gotten one from Charlie. He himself had brought back the
miniature Hungarian Horntail he had received during the first task of the
Triwizard Tournament the year before and had put it in a box littered in small
breathing holes and surrounded by a fireproofing spell for Charlie.
Catching the man's eyes, the dragon tamer winked and went back to sucking his
red and white twisted candy causing Harry to start blushing once again, smiling
slightly. Maybe Charlie had a present for him but was making Harry wait until
that night.
The rest of the day was spent playing quidditch in the field on the outskirts
of the Burrow, or cooking the Christmas Day supper in the hot, bustling
kitchen, or sleeping the day away. Harry forwent the kitchen not wanting a
repeat of the potato incident, and he didn't want to risk sleeping, not knowing
what dreams his mind would concoct. So he trudged through the deep snow toward
the makeshift quidditch field.
No one else was there, however. Harry groaned and fell backwards into the snow.
Gazing blearily at the white sky, the boy hummed softly to himself. The notes
were random and ever-changing, seemingly chosen a moment before they were made.
And they flowed beautifully, like a never ending song on the edge of stopping.
So while Ron was complaining about helping out with dinner, and Ginny was
sleeping, and the twins were experimenting on more of their joke products, and
Bill was saying goodbye to the goblins at work with Fleur, and Molly was
scurrying across the house, and Arthur was watching it all with a smile, and
Charlie putting the finishing touches on a hard earned present, Harry was
humming a song about joy, love, sorrow, and anger, all merging together in that
ever-changing, never ending tune that the boy sounded for hours.
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Shortly after arriving back at the Burrow, Harry found the house in pleasant
chaos. The kids were setting the magically lengthened table while the parents
were bringing in the rest of the food, and Charlie and Bill were conversing in
the living room.
Shrugging out of his jacket, Harry glided into the dining room, taking his
usual seat in the middle of the right side of the table.
Dinner started soon after, and the two young adults made their way back into
the dining room while everyone else was settling down in their seats. Charlie
took the unoccupied seat across from Harry, Bill sitting next to his brother.
And now that those candy canes were nowhere in sight, Harry began cursing
mashed potatoes. Why Charlie had to lick the food off his spoon was beyond
Harry, but the man did it anyway.
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Charlie was smirking mentally at the small victory of making Harry aroused. The
man was a bit disappointed at the lack of potatoes but knowing why the family
was short on the particular food made up for it. It also increased Charlie's
lust.
Merlin, he couldn't wait until dinner was over and everyone went to bed.
Charlie was going to ravage the boy. Thank Merlin the roommates were being
rearranged for Bill and Fleur's visit. The new couple would be taking Charlie
and Bill's room while Ron roomed with Ginny and Charlie moved in with Harry.
The man grinned. Tonight would be fun indeed.
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"Wh-what are you doing, Ron?" Harry asked shakily.
After dinner, the two friends had gone back to their room and changed. But when
Harry fell back into his bed, Ron had grabbed his pillows and walked to the
door.
Ron frowned. "Mom's making me sleep in Ginny's room because Bill insisted on
sharing a room with Fleur. So Charlie's bunking with you. He'll probably be
here in a few minutes. See you tomorrow, mate." Ron waved goodbye, and headed
out the door.
Harry's face went up in flames. 'Oh Merlin! Charlie's sleeping…in here…with
me…shit,' he panicked.
His more logical and devious side argued, 'Make him want you…tease him until he
can't take it anymore. Make him fuck you until you both can't move.'
Harry almost moaned aloud at the image his mind provoked. He slipped out of his
pajamas until he was left in a pair of black cotton boxers. The boy spread
himself out on his bed, picked up Ron's Quidditch Through the Ages, and
pretended to read.
===============================================================================
Whatever Charlie had expected when he walked into Harry's room, it was
definitely not what he got. The boy lay practically nude with only a pair of
boxers to cover himself. His honey golden skin shimmered in the scant light,
and his emerald eyes glittered behind raven black hair.
Next thing Charlie knew, he had whispered a silencing and locking spell and
then he was on top of Harry, kissing and sucking and nibbling and biting until
the room was filled with moans and purrs.
The man crushed his lips against the boy's, sucking on his bottom lip until
Harry opened his mouth. His tongue swept through the boy's meager defenses and
rubbed against Harry's eliciting an enticing moan from the boy.
Removing his mouth, Charlie trailed kisses down toward his lover's waistband.
He stopped at the boy's navel, and nipped around it causing Harry to moan. The
man sucked a series of deep bruises which only made the boy cry out his name.
Deciding that he wanted to taste the hard piece of flesh that was currently
poking his neck, Charlie tore off Harry's boxers, exposing the red cock. The
man pressed the flat of his tongue against the tip of Harry's shaft.
"Haaa..." Harry shuddered at the hot, wet pressure on such an incredibly
sensitized area, already feeling a slow fire curling tightly in his stomach.
Charlie applied a little more pressure with the flat of his tongue, then
initiated a long, excruciatingly slow lick across the tip of the boy's cock.
Harry moaned and shuddered again.
Charlie ran his tongue up towards the base, sucking random patches of skin
along the way. Harry's gasps and shudders encouraged Charlie's ministrations,
and he abruptly changed tactics, taking things up a notch. He trailed his mouth
back down to the tip, licking around the head before roughly tonguing the slit.
"Ahh!" Harry arched his back and reflexively tangled his fingers into Charlie's
hair. The fire in his stomach was curling more tightly, white-hot bolts of
pleasure flooding his entire body.
The man wrapped his lips around the head, sucking softly. At this point, Harry
couldn't resist, and he bucked his hips, attempting to drive himself more fully
into Charlie's hot mouth. The man grabbed his lover's hips in a steel-like
grip, halting any further movement. Harry let out an unconscious whimper, now
only able to sit there and pray for more contact.
Charlie smirked but took some pity on the savior, both sensing and hearing his
distress. He abruptly opened his jaw and took in all of Harry that he could,
deep-throating him harshly.
"Ng...Ahhh!" Heat and sensation coursed through Harry's veins more forcefully
than blood, and the fiery coil in his stomach tightened fiercely. He wrapped
his legs around the man's neck and pulled, wanting—no, needing—him closer.
Charlie relaxed his throat muscles, allowing his head to be yanked nearer and
his mouth to be plundered more fully. He was working all out now, sucking hard
without restraint. He could tell that the boy wasn't going to last long—if
Harry's increased moans, cries, and shudders weren't hint enough, the salty,
thick taste of precum in his mouth was a sure give-away.
"Nn...ahh!...Char-Charlie..." Harry felt the coil in his stomach tighten again,
the burning pleasure in his body almost too much to handle. If not for his
skin, he was sure he would burst from it. "Charlie...I'm...I'm
gonna...ngh...Charlie—!"
Harry's cock was heavy in Charlie's mouth. Uniquely tasting precum leaked
freely down his throat. The fingers in his hair were wound so viciously, he was
sure his hair was pulling out by the roots. But the reaction he was getting was
worth it all. Charlie yanked on the boy's hips, sucked his shaft as far into
his throat as it would go, and swallowed hard.
When Charlie's throat muscles squeezed him so brilliantly, Harry couldn't take
it anymore. The coil of fire in his stomach clenched and burst, and pleasure
blasted through his body so violently that it almost hurt.
"Charlie!!"
Said man answered with a small hum as hot liquid flooded his mouth. He
swallowed instinctively, noting the distinctive—though indescribable—taste.
Charlie gave one last suck before letting Harry's cock fall from his mouth.
Standing off the bed while his dazed lover blinked slowly, Charlie stepped out
of his own boxer's before once again falling on top of Harry. He kissed him,
hard, into awareness. When Harry felt Charlie's hard erection poking against
his stomach, that coiling heat returned to his abdomen and his limp cock
started hardening once again.
Charlie smirked against the boy's lips before removing his own red lips from
Harry's bruised and swollen ones. He brought three of his fingers to Harry's
mouth. "Suck," he purred.
Harry groaned and took the fingers into his mouth sucking and licking the
digits as hard and seductively as one as inexperienced as him could. Judging by
Charlie's dilated eyes and fierce growl, Harry was doing pretty good.
Charlie ripped his fingers out of his young lover's mouth and leant down toward
the boy's ear. "Wrap your legs around my waist," he whispered.
Harry complied quickly, shifting so that he could maneuver his legs around the
man's middle.
Charlie grinned and slipped his fingers beneath the boy. He let one of the
digits toy with Harry's entrance, teasing the puckered flesh before slowly
working his way through the tight ring of muscle. Once the finger was fully in,
Charlie looked at Harry's face. The boy's eyes were tightly shut, but other
than a bitten lip, it would seem that Harry was only feeling discomfort.
Charlie wriggled his finger a bit and added a second finger. A whimper escaped
Harry's lips as the man began scissoring open the entrance, getting it prepared
for something bigger. Charlie curled his fingers slightly, and Harry's back
arched off the bed as he moaned.
Charlie smirked. 'Found it,' he thought triumphantly.
He moved his fingers in and out, still widening the muscle, making sure to hit
the bundle of nerves each time. Finally, he added a third finger. But since he
made sure to keep brushing against the boy's prostrate, the only thing Harry
did was squirm slightly.
Once Charlie was sure Harry was ready, he removed his fingers, eliciting a
disappointed groan from the boy beneath him. Using his own precum on his cock,
he positioned himself in front of Harry's entrance. Charlie gave his lover a
chaste kiss, whispering against his lips, "This will hurt at first, but it'll
get better."
Harry nodded and braced himself, his hands hopelessly tangles in the sheets.
Charlie smiled briefly before pushing through the slightly loosened muscle.
Inch by inch, the man forced himself to go slowly so as to not hurt Harry. But
it was hard. His groin was half way buried in a tight pulsing heat which only
served to make his cock twitch and make Charlie want to push all the way
through.
When he was finally seated in Harry's arse, Charlie took deep breaths, waiting
for the okay from Harry.
When his lover first entered him, Harry had had to hold back a cry of pain. His
entire body felt like it was being torn in two, and an unpleasant tingling
sensation was traveling up and down his spine. However, after a few minutes,
that pain turned to pleasure. Gazing up at Charlie's lust filled eyes, he
nodded.
Charlie pulled out until only the head was inside before thrusting back in,
hard and deep. Harry's head fell back as he moaned from the pressure on his
prostrate.
Charlie's breath came in shallow pants. His mind was hazy with the downpour of
feeling rushing through him. His strong arms wrapped tightly around Harry's
shoulders and gripped the boy to him. His hips moved slowly at first, giving
Harry a feel for it, but gradually they picked up speed. He needed release, and
he needed it soon. Normally, he would have drawn this out. He would have teased
and touched and milked every moan he could get from the pliant body beneath
him. But this was not the time for that kind of superficial flirtation. This
was the time for passion too hot to be quenched. This was the time for an
orgasm so sweet and unexpected it left you dizzy for long moments afterward.
This was the time for Charlie to show Harry just how badly he wanted him.
The thrusts came harder and deeper. The sweat dripped. The moans became screams
became gurgles became soundless, desperate breathing muffled by brushing lips
and tasting tongues. Muscles grew taut and lax again in the constant rhythm of
sex, slicked by all manner of bodily fluids. And when the orgasms finally came,
they came within seconds of each other and hit both of them so hard they
couldn't even breathe. They rode through the waves and aftershocks together,
nails digging into skin, teeth clenched into wordless moans.
Charlie shakily pulled out of Harry, his limp cock smacking against his leg.
The man lay next to the boy, pulling Harry toward him until the boy's face was
snuggled into Charlie's chest.
Harry winced slightly at the pain in his arse. He looked up at Charlie's tired
yet smiling face and tentatively smiled back.
"What happens now, Charlie?" Harry whispered.
Charlie kissed his scar and brushed a hand through the boy's hair. "I don't
know Harry, but one thing's for sure."
Harry cocked his head to the side. "What?" he asked.
Charlie grinned and leant toward the boy's lips until his own lips were a
hair's length away. "You're mine," he growled before placing a chaste kiss on
the boy's mouth.
When they parted, Harry smiled and snuggled further into his new lover.
"Yours," he whispered.
Chapter End Notes
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