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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Original_Male_Character(s)
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Eric_Conners
  Series:
      Part 1 of Alternate_Scenes_-_PMC
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-10-04 Words: 3482
****** The Proud Man's Contumely: Alternate Scenes: Eric ******
by Slytherkins
Summary
     Harry learns about Eric's family tradition...
  This work was inspired by
      The_Proud_Man's_Contumely by Slytherkins
             Alternate Chapter 35: In the Secret Parts of Fortune?
 
He quickly spruced himself in the mirror, casting a critical eye to his outfit
but deciding that it probably wasn't going to remain intact for long anyway. In
fact...he meant to ensure it didn't. He made his way to the alcove with a
determined step. Harry didn't waiver at the wall-hanging at all this time,
instead drawing it back without breaking stride.
 Eric's tongue was in his mouth almost before the curtain had a chance to fall
to a close behind him. Harry wasn't even particularly surprised, and he only
hesitated a moment to bring a hand to that glorious head of hair and return the
boy's enthusiasm.
 “I've been thinking of you all day,” Eric admitted when they finally came up
for air.
 “Nice to know I made an impression,” Harry said with a cockiness he didn't
quite feel. But he was already bursting, and Eric's hands were already inside
Harry's clothes, making him squirm. He had a definite feeling this evening
would go just as smoothly as the last.
 “Oh, you have no idea,” the boy replied, slipping a hand all the way into the
back of Harry's pants, causing Harry to ball a fist in Eric's shirt with a
snarl. “That's it!” he said as he gave Harry's cheek a firm squeeze. “You
aren't like the other boys, Harry. All they want is affection and tenderness,”
he sneered. “But you,” Eric went on, smiling lecherously. “You just want. You
aren't afraid of a little roughness, a little passion.”
 “I suppose, ah!...it comes of almost dying on a regular basis,” Harry panted.
He wasn't even doing anything besides grasping and gasping, and Eric was
already looking like he was half a minute away from tearing Harry's clothes off
with his teeth.
 “Whatever the reason, I've been waiting for you for a long time, Harry
Potter,” he said. Then, with the only prelude being Eric hurriedly casting the
sound-dampening spell Harry had used the night before, the eager Hufflepuff
dropped to his knees.
 Oh, Eric made things so magnificently simple.
 Harry allowed himself to be shoved by the hips against the wall, never taking
his eyes off the boy as he opened Harry's trousers, freeing his throbbing
erection with such smooth efficiency that it could only be described as talent.
Then Eric sighed happily at Harry's crotch and Harry tried in vain to remember
how to breathe.
 “Gryffindors always do have the biggest cocks,” Eric informed him dreamily.
Harry gave something between a groan and a growl and pulled the blond hair from
the boy's face, making sure it did not impede his view.
 Eric looked up at him with smouldering eyes. “Are you ready for this?” he
asked. But Harry wasn't sure why he'd bothered, because he gave Harry no chance
to respond.
 Harry wasn't entirely certain, either, how his legs continued to hold him. He
curled, gasping, over Eric's head, digging his fingers into the boy's shoulders
as he found himself enveloped in warm, wet heat. There were so many sensations,
Harry couldn't even catalogue them all. He got vague impressions of rough
tongue and silky cheeks, even a glancing of teeth. But by some miracle, he did
not instantly empty himself into the boy's mouth. Eric sucked him firmly,
drawing back only for a moment before taking his length entirely. When Harry
felt himself hit the back of the boy's throat, he cursed aloud.
 “Fuck!”
 It was far too loud for the spell to muffle entirely, but he couldn't stop it
from escaping him once more as he sank his fingers into Eric's hair, unsure if
he wanted to pull the boy off of him or force himself even deeper. This was
clearly not meant to last very long.
 Harry was half a second from coming, his brain completely disabled, nothing in
the world existing outside of this hot, wet suction.
 “Eric!” he gasped out in warning, but the boy simply brought his hands to
Harry’s arse, preventing him from pulling back, forcing Harry to spill himself
directly down the boy’s throat.
 Boneless, Harry fell back against the wall, still unable to properly draw
breath. He looked down at Eric, still kneeling, and the boy smiled up at him
and licked a stray drop of Harry’s cum from the corner of his mouth. The sight
abruptly turned Harry’s knees to water and he slid down the wall to sit in the
floor, staring at this amazing blond creature, not even sparing a thought to
his open jeans or what still hung from them, now limp and sated.
 “Sorry about that,” Eric said, not sounding sorry in the least. “We’ll be sure
to make it last longer next time. I’d just been craving it all day and couldn’t
help myself.”
 Harry, however, had not yet regained the power of speech.  He reached out
instead, tracing a finger along that marvellous bottom lip of Eric’s, and the
boy responded by wrapping his lips around it and suckling. Harry gave a small
moan, reclaimed his hand, and took Eric roughly by the back of the neck,
dragging the boy to his mouth. He could taste himself on Eric’s tongue, and
despite the intensity of his very recent orgasm, Harry’s cock twitched weakly.
 Eric draped himself against Harry as Harry ran his fingers through the boy’s
hair, essentially petting him, as if thanking him for being a good boy. Eric
practically purred. He sneakily slipped one of his hands beneath Harry’s shirt
to playfully tweak his nipple. The resulting gasp interrupted their kiss, but
the petting continued, became rather more insistent.
 “So, Ducky,” Eric said, breathing hard, giving himself over to the hand in his
hair and letting it twist and tug him in whichever way it would. “What is it
you want now? Anything at all.”
 Harry didn’t have to think long. He wedged his hand into the back of Eric’s
waistband, eliciting a plaintive moan, and gently fondled the downy cleft where
it met Eric’s lower back. Harry enjoyed the way it made the boy squirm, kept it
up for a moment longer before whispering, “Take off your clothes.”
 He’d said it softly, though it held the undeniable ring of command and Eric
shivered. He slunk back on his hands and knees until he was clear of Harry,
never breaking eye contact, and rose to his feet.
 Harry wouldn’t have considered it a strip-tease. Eric didn’t undulate or make
lewd faces or gestures. Though, he didn’t rush either. He seemed to understand
exactly what Harry wanted, and he pulled his shirt off slowly, making sure
Harry had plenty of time to take in the movement of muscle beneath his skin. He
did the same with his trousers, toeing off his shoes and peeling them all the
way down to his ankles before kicking them behind him, standing then before
Harry completely without shame or self-consciousness, like some kind of wanton
Adonis. There was no hiding that he enjoyed the feel of Harry’s eyes on his
nakedness.
 Harry had seen other boys naked before. But he’d never looked at one. And he
found he rather liked it. “Turn around,” he instructed, bringing a hand to his
slowly firming dick, playing with himself absently as he drank in the golden-
skinned beauty before him. Eric glanced slyly over his shoulder at Harry just
as Harry was getting to his feet.
 Harry stripped his own shirt as he came up behind the boy, so that the bare
skin of his chest brushed against Eric’s back as he wrapped his arms around
him, slipping his hands around Eric’s waist to rest on his soft, flat stomach.
Harry sighed, relaxing into the embrace, and Eric tipped his head back to lay
it on Harry’s shoulder, searching for his mouth.  
 Harry teased him, pulling his lips just out of reach until the blond pouted.
Harry grinned. It really was rather cute. But Harry still wouldn’t give him
what he asked for. “Lie down on the couch,” he whispered in Eric’s ear instead,
nipping his earlobe before releasing him.
 Eric’s slow seduction faltered, and he did as he was told with almost giddy
anticipation, stretching himself out for Harry to admire. Still fondling
himself, Harry’s his gaze fell and lingered on Eric’s now very eager erection.
 “Touch yourself,” Harry said authoritatively. Eric moaned softly and ran his
palm down the length of his torso on its way to its prescribed location. Harry
groaned as the boy’s fingers wrapped themselves around his own prick, caressing
it in smooth, slow strokes.
 Harry was fully hard again now. He pulled out his wand and added his own
sound-dampening spell to the one Eric had already cast. Then, before removing
his trousers, he pulled the vial of headache potion from his pocket, making
sure Eric could see what it was as he set it carefully on the cushion by the
boy’s head.  
 “You come prepared,” Eric groaned, his self-ministrations becoming more
fervent.
 “Slow down,” Harry said mildly. “You aren’t allowed to come yet.”
 Eric moaned more loudly. “Then you shouldn’t say things like that,” he
complained playfully, breathlessly, with one of his wicked smiles. “Not playing
fair.” Nonetheless, he stopped stroking and toyed with himself instead.
 “Better,” Harry said approvingly, climbing on all fours over top of the boy.
Eric could hardly contain himself, but he refrained from reaching for Harry and
obediently lay still. Well. Mostly still.
 Harry leaned forward and kissed Eric deeply, dropping one of his hands to the
boy’s cock, laying it over Eric’s own. He didn’t direct him, he simply wanted
to feel Eric feeling himself. Eric whimpered into Harry’s mouth, reached for
the hardness dangling between them, but Harry batted his hand away.
 “No,” he said firmly. Then he sank his fingers into Eric’s hair and tugged his
head to the side before burying his face in Eric’s neck. There would be a mark.
 “Oh gods, Harry,” Eric panted, writhing now. “Where have you been all my
life?”
 Harry ignored him, tonguing his way down the boy’s neck and across his
collarbone while Eric whimpered and gasped. Reluctantly, Harry relinquished the
boy’s hair as he moved lower, closer and closer to their busy hands.
 Eric’s free hand found Harry’s hair, and Harry took it by the wrist and
removed it, pinning it to the couch beside them. He was settled between the
boy’s legs now, and he looked up at him to see the entreaty in Eric’s eyes.
 “I think,” Harry said now, showing his first sign of hesitancy since the night
before, “that I’d like to try. I want...to taste you.”
 Eric gave what could only be described as a mewl. His hand fell away and Harry
could tell he was fighting the urge to keep it still by his side. Harry helped
him resist temptation by pinning it as well.
 The boy's smooth, slender prick bobbed before him, beaded at the tip with a
pearly drop of pre-cum. Harry reached a tentative tongue to lift it and draw it
into his mouth, slowly working it across the back of his teeth as Eric moaned
at the sight. It was salty and bitter, slightly acidic. But strangely
appealing. Harry licked his lips and then wrapped them around the head of the
boy's cock, suckling it gently, countering Eric's unexpected bucking by lifting
his head away as the boy rose, gasping each time.
 “Harry,” he cried in a strained voice. “Please. More,” he panted.
 He took mercy on the boy, released his wrists to restrain his pelvis instead,
took a deep breath and then slid his lips slowly down the swollen length. It
was oddly satisfying, this feeling of fullness; the silky glide of loose skin
over Eric's hard shaft. Though he did gag a bit as the boy's cock nudged the
back of his throat and he had to pause and fight back a wave of sickness.
 “Relax your throat,” Eric panted, teaching him still. “And cover your teeth
with your lips.”
 Harry complied, drawing his lips in to shield Eric's cock as he worked it in
and out of his mouth, delighting in discovering all the places which made it
twitch so he could pay them extra attention.
 “Yes,” Eric said with a drawn out groan. “Just like that. Gods, Harry. You're
a natural.”
 It was fun, especially Eric's various, enthusiastic reactions. Harry enjoyed
the way he could make the boy squirm with the slightest flick of his tongue.
But it was also tiring, and Harry's jaw began to ache. Finally, he rose up to
his knees, breathing almost as hard as Eric, and took in the sight of Eric's
smooth, sweat-sheened body, still writhing even after Harry had ceased his
attentions.
 “Stay,” Harry said firmly, crawling off the couch to approach the boy's head.
Eric's lips followed every sway of Harry's cock. He mounted the cushions again
above Eric's head and bent forward to dangle his erection over the boy's eager
face as he poised himself once again over Eric's prick.
 “May I?” Eric begged, eyeing Harry's cock like a starving man eyes a banquet.
Harry dropped his head between his shoulders, looking upside down at the boy's
imploring expression, then he nodded.
 “You may,” he whispered, smiling slightly before lowering his mouth once again
to Eric's cock even as he felt the boy's luscious lips lave at the tip of his
own. Eric brought his hands up to massage Harry's arse cheeks as he sucked him,
causing Harry to moan against the swollen flesh filling his mouth. When Eric
moaned in response, Harry dropped the boy's cock from his mouth as his back
arched, his head jerking back. Eric chuckled against his cock sending shudders
through Harry and making his arms suddenly weak.
 “You may be a natural, Ducky” the boy said, and Harry could hear the self-
satisfied smirk in his voice. “But I've had far more practice.” Then he
attacked Harry's cock again, and Harry's could manage little more than to
sheath the other boy with his mouth, unable to concentrate any longer on making
him writhe. Though Eric writhed anyway in response to Harry's reactions to his
expertise. Harry tried, and failed, to stop his hips from bucking, pressing
himself into the soft, pillowy flesh at the back of Eric's throat, but Eric
didn't seem to mind. In fact, he seemed to enjoy it.
 “That's it, Harry,” he panted hurriedly between strokes. “Fuck my mouth.”
 Harry forgot the boy's cock almost entirely then, moaning as he carefully
worked himself in and out of Eric's mouth; twisting his hips to rake against
the sides, loving the pressure as he lodged himself in Eric's cheeks. It was
jerky and awkward, but Harry couldn't smooth his motions. He could barely hold
himself up any longer.
 He hadn't forgotten the other boy, though, and with effort he brought a hand
to Eric's cock, wrapping his fingers around him and allowing him to buck into
Harry's fist. It was the night before but a hundred fold. And then Eric's
caressing fingers teased closer and closer to Harry's hole, and Harry froze.
 'Relax, Ducky,” Eric said, voice rough. “Trust me,” he said, laying a petite
kiss on the tip of Harry's dick.
Harry tried. He stayed in position as Eric wriggled out from under him then and
stationed himself behind Harry instead. “You're going to love this,” Eric
purred, gently spreading Harry's cheeks with his thumbs, “I promise.” Harry
gulped, tried to remember to breathe as he felt the warm puff of Eric's breath
on his pucker.
 The boy's tongue was a revelation, and Harry was glad he had reinforced the
silencing spell. He gave a shuddering cry as Eric kneaded his opening, teased
it, swiped at it with the flat of his tongue. Harry couldn't hold himself up
any longer and sank to his chest, moaning, as Eric carefully sank the tip of
his tongue inside him, stretching him by the smallest of degrees until the
entire stubby length of the boy's tongue had embedded itself in Harry's arse.
 It wasn't something Harry could yet see himself ever doing to someone else,
but it was also something he didn't think he could ever decline if offered to
him. There was something so decadent about it. It was course and wet and soft,
and Harry's toes curled and his back bowed as Eric steadily fucked him with his
mouth.
 “More,” he heard himself groan, pressing back. “Give me more.” Harry only had
to mourn the lose of Eric's tongue for a moment before he felt the end of the
boy's finger replace it.
 “Relax for me, Ducky,” Eric urged him huskily. “Let me make you feel good.”
Harry concentrated on the muscles, willed them to open and admit the boy's
slender middle finger. “Wait for it,” Eric purred, curling his finger inside
him. And then Harry's mind imploded as the boy located Harry's prostate.
 Harry had never felt anything like it and he cried out, involuntarily
thrusting his hips so hard he almost unsheathed the boy. But Eric followed him,
kept his finger buried and found the spot again.
 “Bloody f-fuck!” Harry stammered, as well as a number of other things that
were largely unintelligible as Eric worked him mercilessly.  Harry felt his
balls start to seize. But so did Eric, and he abruptly stopped, causing Harry
to whimper rather pathetically in response.
 “Not yet,” the boy whispered, taking up the vial Harry had brought with him.
He poured the substance into his hand and carefully coated Harry's cock as
Harry shuddered. “Come here, Ducky,” he said, voice deeper and rougher than
ever.
 When Harry turned he found the boy on his back, knees drawn back, one potion-
slicked finger pressing into his own opening. The look on his face was almost
enough to make Harry come untouched. It was wanton, ecstatic. Eric moaned,
curled his back to increase his access, and pushed a second finger deep inside
himself.
 “Fuck me, Harry,” he pleaded, head lolling back onto the couch as he worked
his fingers faster, in and out. Harry was entranced, could have watched it
forever, except that the boy pleaded more urgently. “Now, Harry. I want you
inside me. Don't be gentle,” he rasped.
 Shaking, Harry mounted the boy, allowing Eric to position his cock, holding
still as he could as the boy rolled his hips to draw Harry into himself. When
Harry's head breached, it was all he could do not to collapse onto the boy in a
fit of tremors.
 Gods. It was so tight. And so very hot. And fuck. Harry couldn't help but
immediately sink, quivering, balls deep into the boy; afraid he'd hurt him
until he felt Eric's hand claw at his back, heard him moan a throaty “Yes!” in
his ear.
 The rest was a blur. There was only bucking and heat and moaning. Both boys
would be scratched and bruised the next day but neither cared. Harry would have
liked to have fucked the boy longer, to have pounded him harder, deeper, just
as Eric kept begging him; but he couldn't hold onto it, couldn't hold back the
orgasm that left him shouting, pumping deep inside the boy as Eric continued to
work beneath him, trying to get the most out of Harry's fading erection.
Eric hadn't come. Harry felt guilty. He had just enough strength and presence
of mind to slide down the boy and take him once more into his mouth; where Eric
came almost immediately, his fingers tangled in Harry's unruly hair as he
flooded Harry's mouth with thick, hot seed. Harry had the thought that he
should try to swallow the stuff, but couldn't bring himself, and ended up
leaning over the side of the couch to spill it in the floor. But before he
could manage it, Eric's grip in his hair tightened and the boy frantically
dragged Harry to his lips to take load from him; swallowing it himself,
claiming as much as he could with a hungry tongue as he kissed Harry deeply.
 Harry was worthless after that, neither on nor off the couch, gulping in
breaths, unable to command his limbs with any precision; while Eric pawed at
him, pressing their bodies together.
 “Holy fuck,” the boy shuddered weakly, almost as undone as Harry. “That's it.
I'm definitely keeping you,” he panted. Harry could barely manage his lop-sided
smile, running the palm of his hand over the boy's moist, smooth skin.
 “What have you done to me?” Harry asked weakly.
 “I did what we do,” Eric hummed happily, snuggling himself under Harry's arm
and hugging him across the chest. “My grandmother is a Veela, you know,” he
murmured sleepily. “Perhaps I should have mentioned.”
 Harry grinned. Laughed.
 Of course she was. Harry didn't doubt it for a moment.

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