|Celandine's Chronicle (celandineb) wrote in cels_fic_haven,|
@ 2008-08-25 11:35:00
|Entry tags:||coauthor: emiime, hp fic better the instruction, hp fic remus, hp fic remus/sam, hp fic remus/teddy|
HP fic: Better the Instruction (4/22) [Remus/Sam, Remus/Teddy, Remus solo, adult]
Title: Better the Instruction (4/22)
Authors: celandineb and emiime
Chapter pairings: Remus/Sam, Remus solo, Remus/Teddy; references to Remus/Sirius, Remus/Tonks, Teddy/Victoire, Teddy/other boys.
Chapter rating: adult
Chapter length: ~10,800 words
Warnings: Wanking, mutual masturbation, incestuous fantasies, incest.
Summary: Remus is a bit concerned about his fantasies, but the lesson on "hands" goes ahead as planned.
Note: AU (Remus survived the war). See here for complete story header with all pairings/warnings. Also posted here.
Teddy had wanted to meet for their next lesson the very next weekend, but Remus reminded him that Saturday was the full moon, and Remus would be in no shape to do much even on Sunday.
Actually, he rather expected Sam to drop by Sunday afternoon--he'd been in Spain for a few days at some sort of conference to do with one of his charities, the one that helped witches and wizards who'd become addicted to certain illegal potions, Remus thought. He wasn't certain Sam would come by, but he didn't want to plan a lesson with Teddy and have it unexpectedly interrupted.
In the meantime, he'd sent Teddy home to his own flat with the two books he'd chosen, and instructions to look through them carefully and note anything he wanted to try the next time. Before then, though, Teddy was to practise on himself to the extent possible.
"It doesn't feel the same when I do it to myself," Teddy had said in half-hearted protest.
"Practise anyway." Remus had cocked his head. "I know Victoire's not available, since she's at school, but if you've someone else...?"
Teddy had flushed and muttered something inaudible, then said louder, "I told you before, it's hard to meet people. That's why I asked you. So I'll just practise alone. The weekend after next, though, can we have another lesson?"
Remus had nodded. "I think that will do. I'll let you know sometime before then, but probably on the Saturday."
He had definitely made the right decision, not to give Teddy a lesson today. As usual these days, he'd dozed off while in wolf form, and been awakened at dawn by the pain of the transformation. Even now, in the late afternoon, he still felt stiff and sore, and sat nursing a cup of tea on the sofa, half-heartedly trying to read an article in the Quibbler.
A thump in the fireplace alerted him, and he looked up to see Sam's head grinning there.
"You look awfully tan and rested," Remus said, a trifle enviously.
"You look plain awful," Sam replied. "Mind if I come through?"
"Of course not," Remus said, "I was hoping you'd come by today." He began to struggle to his feet.
"Don't move," Sam said then. "I'm serious; don't get up. I'll be there before you can blink." His head disappeared, and a moment later his whole body landed in the fireplace and he stepped out, brushing soot from his sleeves and hair. Remus had settled back against the sofa cushions, secretly glad of Sam's insistence that he stay there.
"It looks like this was a bad change," Sam said softly, sitting down beside Remus and stroking his hair.
Remus reached for his teacup again and attempted a smile. "Well," he said thoughtfully, taking a sip, "they're never good."
Sam nodded, hesitating. Remus knew it was hard for Sam, not quite ever knowing what to say, seeing Remus in such a weakened state. It had always been hard for Sirius, too, and he'd covered up his nervousness with jokes and constant, agitated movement. Teddy--Teddy was always so gentle. Even as a child he'd crawl into Remus's bed and just lie there beside him, holding his hand or resting his little head on Remus's pillow, smiling around the thumb he always had stuck in his mouth.
Sam, however, dealt with it best by feeding Remus.
"Are you hungry?" asked Sam. "I could demonstrate my culinary expertise, if you like--or pop 'round to that Italian place down the road and bring back massive amounts of food. What's it called--Giuseppe's?"
"Giovanni's," Remus corrected. "I'm all right, though. Had some cold chicken for lunch, and there's more in the kitchen for dinner, plus some things for a salad and some bread, too, I think." He drained the last of his tea. "No--I fed the last of the bread to the birds yesterday afternoon. It was getting a bit stale anyhow."
"Giovanni's it is, then," Sam declared, "and no protests. I'm hungry, anyway, and for more than cold chicken and salad." He picked up Remus's teacup and headed into the kitchen, and Remus smiled to himself and closed his eyes and listened to Sam bustling around in there, making another cup of tea before he left. It had taken Remus some time to acclimate to having someone take care of him after his full moons--he'd been taking care of himself for so many years. Tonks had done it, of course, when she was there, but as an Auror she'd been liable to be called away at a moment's notice. Even during the first few months they'd seen each other, Sam had made a point of trying to be around for the day or two after Remus's transformations. It was a nice feeling.
"Anything special you'd like?" Sam brought in the fresh cup of tea and set it down at Remus's elbow.
"Not really." Remus thought for a minute. At other times of the month he liked Giovanni's eggplant parmigiana, but the week around the full moon he tended to crave red meat. "Something with Bolognese sauce, maybe, or sausage. Whatever you want. And garlic bread."
"Of course, garlic bread. If we both eat it, we won't notice each other's garlic breath." Dropping a quick kiss on Remus's cheek, Sam headed for the door. "Back in a few minutes."
Remus let himself drift off, the warmth of the tea and of Sam's caring both relaxing him. He thought vaguely that he really ought to give Sam a key to the house. Not as a hint that they should live together, just for convenience.
"I picked up a bottle of Chianti, too," Sam announced when he returned. "Come on, let's eat." He disappeared into the kitchen to put down the carrier bags, then came back as Remus was standing up with a wince. "How about a nice hot shower together afterward? That ought to make you feel better."
"That sounds good." Remus smiled at him. "I'm glad the full moon was on a weekend this month. I have to admit it seems to get worse over the years; I have to take a day or two off work, most months."
Sam nodded as they sat down, and started spooning portions of pasta onto each of their plates, passing Remus the garlic bread. "At least it's predictable, I suppose."
He talked about his conference for a little while as they ate, and Remus made appropriate noises of interest, though he was more focused on the food, being hungrier than he'd thought.
"How's your son?" Sam asked eventually. "Has he adjusted to his discovery of us by now?"
"Somewhat," Remus replied, taking another piece of garlic bread. "He has no problem with the fact that you're also male. That's not an issue at all. I think the discovery that I was with anyone was the shock. I've dated a little since his mum died--well, you know that--but I've always been discreet." He smiled. "But I suppose you know that, too."
Sam nodded and smiled as he twirled the last of his fettuccine on his fork. "I do." He put the pasta in his mouth, then scraped the last of the Bolognese sauce from his bowl.
"I must say, it surprises me that he's so open minded," he said then. Remus looked up, blinking, his mouth full of pasta.
"Mmm--" he said, and he held up a hand as he chewed and swallowed. "Well," he said, dabbing at his mouth with his napkin, "that's the thing." He sighed and stretched a hand across the table, which Sam took, rubbing his thumb over Remus's knuckles.
Remus sighed. "I probably shouldn't be telling you this," he said, "but--well. I know you'll keep it between us." He took a breath and gave Sam's hand a little squeeze. "Teddy came to me the other day with some questions. It seems he's somewhat confused about his sexuality, and after seeing us doing, ah, what we were doing the other night, he thought he could talk to me about it."
Sam raised his eyebrows and sat back in his chair. "And did you?"
"Of course," Remus replied, "What sort of a gay father would I be if I hadn't?" Sam laughed at this, and Remus's mouth twisted into a weary smile.
"Is your boy carrying on the Lupin tradition, then?" Sam asked, and Remus chuckled.
"Seems that way. He, ah, hasn't had a lot of experience, and I think he enjoyed being with his girlfriend Victoire, but it seems they're no longer an item and Ted is apparently leaning more towards the male end of the spectrum of available mates, right now at any rate."
"He's not doing anything foolish, is he?" Sam wrinkled his forehead in concern. "I mean, I know he's of age, but there's a lot that could cause him real trouble. I know that from experience."
"You do?" Then Remus remembered some of the circumstances of the Hobgoblins' breakup, the scandals, and the one death. "Of course you do. Sorry, I wasn't thinking. No, Ted seems to have acted sensibly so far"--if persuading his father to introduce him to some of the delights of gay sex could in any way be called sensible--"so it was more the awkwardness factor." Awkward being a polite understatement. "But I don't think he's ready to be public about perhaps not being quite as 'normal' as he is used to seeming. It's always been hard enough on him as a werewolf's son, and a Metamorphmagus to boot; although that's probably been more a plus than anything, it's still uncommon."
"Well, good." A grin stretched Sam's mouth. "You know, if it's too awkward for you as his father to want to talk to him, you could send him to me. If that's not also too weird for him, since he knows about our relationship."
"I'll keep that in mind," Remus promised. He swallowed the last of the wine in his glass, and sighed. "Thanks for bringing dinner, Sam. It was very thoughtful of you, especially since you've only just got back to England yourself."
"No trouble." Sam waved it away. "Let me put the rest of the food in the fridge and you go up and start running the shower, all right?"
"All right," said Remus, standing up and feeling his joints creak. A hot shower sounded very good indeed, especially with Sam there.
He was relaxing under the spray when Sam came into the bathroom and stripped down.
"Ready?" he asked, pulling the curtain aside to step in. "Thought I'd wash you off."
Remus nodded and handed him the soap. He wondered a little at Sam's solicitousness tonight; surely Remus didn't look so ravaged by his transformation as to seem to require it?
"I missed you," Sam murmured, dropping a gentle kiss on Remus's neck as he began to rub the soap over Remus's chest. Ah, so that was it. Of course, it wasn't as though they hadn't been separated for as long, even much longer on previous occasions. But no matter. Remus was glad to have been missed, and he smiled and moved a little closer to Sam.
"I missed you, too," he replied. He let Sam wash his chest, then leaned against him, skin to skin, as Sam moved the soap over his back.
"I was thinking, earlier," he said then, and he paused as Sam began to massage his tired back muscles through the soapsuds.
"You were thinking?" Sam prompted.
"Mmm. Keep doing that." Remus closed his eyes and leaned even more heavily on Sam.
"I was thinking," he repeated a few minutes later, when Sam had washed him all over and had poured out shampoo and had begun to wash his hair, scrubbing hard with his fingernails just the way Remus liked, "That maybe I'd get a key made for you. To the house."
There was a pause, and Sam's fingers slowed in Remus's hair. "Oh?" Sam said, his voice cautious.
"Not--not meaning anything. Er. Nothing you don't want it to mean, anyway. I just thought for convenience's sake that you might like to have one. You wouldn't have to come through the Floo, then, or wait for me to open up when you come over."
Sam turned Remus around and nodded. "Rinse," he said, and he pushed Remus back gently, so that the shower spray washed over him. Remus slicked the shampoo from his hair, his eyes closed, hoping he hadn't somehow managed to offend Sam, or seem too forward.
When he ducked out from under the spray, Sam was smiling. "Are you going to tell Teddy I've got a key?" he asked, and Remus cocked his head. Bloody hell. He hadn't even thought about Teddy and their lessons when he'd made that suggestion.
"Of course. He has one himself, naturally, and if you happened to stop by when I wasn't here, and so did he, I wouldn't want him to be too shocked, you know." Remus's mind raced. He'd certainly have to tell Teddy. And perhaps they'd have to schedule lessons for times when Remus knew that Sam was going to be away, to be on the safe side. Sam had done some questionable things in his day, but that didn't mean he'd understand the agreement Remus had made with his son.
"Good." Sam put his hands on Remus's shoulders and slid them down to his wrists. "Then I'd be honoured." He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Remus's lips. "Not that I plan to barge in on you all the time; I'd rather know you were here before coming over."
Remus relaxed a little at that, although he still was determined not to have Teddy over--not for their lessons--unless he was quite sure Sam wouldn't turn up unexpectedly. "It's nice having you around," he said into Sam's ear. "Been a long time since there was anyone I wanted to see this much."
"Flatterer." The rumble of Sam's laugh always seemed surprisingly low to Remus. "Not that I mind."
He reached around Remus and turned off the tap. "Can't stay tonight, I have a student coming for a voice lesson early tomorrow, but there's time...? If you're not too sore?" He made an exaggeratedly hopeful face, and Remus laughed back.
"As long as we don't try for anything too acrobatic, I should be fine."
"Excellent." Sam grabbed a couple of towels, quickly rubbing himself dry, and then doing the same for Remus. They held hands walking down the hallway to Remus's bedroom.
"Just want to touch you tonight," Sam said between kisses, stroking Remus's cock, which responded more slowly now that the moon was waning, but that was all right. Neither of them was young any more.
Remus thought about the lesson he'd taught Teddy, and instead of reaching for Sam's prick, he began instead by touching Sam's torso, not his nipples but the hollows above his collarbones, and then the still-damp tufts of hair on his chest and below his arms.
"Ohhh," Sam moaned as Remus's hands travelled over his body. He stretched himself over the bed, arching up under Remus's touch, and Remus propped himself up on one elbow, smiling. It had been a while since they had done this, taken the time to explore each other's bodies. They had grown too used to each other, taking shortcuts and indulging in instant gratification more and more often lately.
Remus bent a little to lick a path across Sam's left nipple and a little way down the centre of his chest before he found he couldn't bend any further. He laughed and straightened up again, having learned long ago that he simply had to laugh at himself when he was weakened after the full moon, because the alternative--feeling sorry for himself and being generally miserable--got him exactly nowhere.
"Why don't you just let me keep taking care of you?" Sam proposed, and Remus assented. Though he felt mostly human again after dinner and a shower, he was more than willing to let Sam indulge him for the rest of their evening together.
He settled against the pillows, and Sam bent over him, kissing him lightly on his mouth and then travelling down Remus's neck, leaving a trail of suckling kisses in his wake. Sam's hands, meanwhile, smoothed over Remus's arms and then his chest, half massaging, half enticing.
When Sam reached Remus's erection, Remus grasped his hand. "Wait," he murmured, raising his head to kiss Sam's mouth, "Just wait. Not there--not yet."
If Sam thought anything was strange, he could certainly put it down to Remus's recent transformation, but if he did, he didn't show it. He skimmed his fingertips over the crease between Remus's thigh and groin, then moved down to kiss the overheated skin where his fingers had just been. He darted out his tongue, and Remus shivered and opened his legs a little wider to let Sam taste him.
Sam's mouth travelled up, then, to lick the tender skin of Remus's balls, sucking gently along the seam, then lower, lower, and he began to press Remus's legs up and apart.
Remus winced and put a hand in Sam's hair. "Let's not try that tonight," he murmured, "I don't think these old bones can take it."
Sam responded by kissing his way back up Remus's thigh and taking his erection in hand. "This is all right now?" he asked.
"Yes... but don't rush it." Remus caught Sam's eye and gave a wry smile. "The trade off for how I am the week before the full moon, you know."
"I know." Sam kept his caresses firm and slow. His fingers dragged against the dry skin of Remus's cock, and rather soon he said, "Lube?"
"In the drawer."
Sam rolled over and found it, slicking his hand and his prick, and then Remus's, recapping the tube and tossing it aside. "Come here, turn." He tugged Remus to face him, positioning them hip-to-hip, snaking his lubricated hand between their bellies to grasp both their cocks at once.
"That's lovely," Remus murmured, his eyes falling shut as he kissed Sam. The press and pulse of Sam's erection against his own felt marvellous, in fact, especially with the slippery glide of Sam's hand stroking them together. "You're lovely."
"I do my best." Sam sounded smug. His tongue coaxed Remus's mouth open again in a kiss that was a little more demanding this time.
"Which is very good indeed," said Remus when he had a chance again.
"You're not so bad yourself," Sam replied. "As you well know." He nuzzled at Remus's cheek, licking a stripe down to his neck and sucking at the hollow of it, his hand still moving on their cocks, slightly faster now.
Remus ran his fingers through Sam's hair, feeling the coarser white hairs scattered among the dark. The heat was building up in him, slowly but inexorably, as they caressed each other. It felt right as well as good, this considerate lovemaking, and Remus was glad that he'd made the gesture of offering Sam a key; he'd never done that for any previous lover.
When Sam gave a groan deep in his throat, Remus whispered fiercely, "Yes, come on," and his hand joined Sam's, jostling his bollocks and rubbing at the base of his prick until Sam tipped his head back with a grunt, the semen spurting between them making Remus's cock even more slippery. Remus was close, too, and he thrust into Sam's hand, desperate now to reach orgasm.
He threw his head back and pressed closer to Sam, and Sam kissed his exposed throat and nipped lightly at the tender skin there, and that was enough to send Remus over the edge, even as he cried out from the pain inherent in the pleasure of Sam's teeth in such a sensitive spot. Remus shuddered his way through his orgasm, clutching at Sam yet lost in a world of his own for a few brief, blissful moments.
"I think I'm officially exhausted now," he said a few moments later, as Sam was cleaning the spunk from both their bellies with his wand.
"In a good way, though, yes?" Sam asked, and Remus nodded, stretching and yawning and pushing the hair from his face.
Sam was up and dressing a moment later, and Remus watched his through half-lidded eyes as he donned his pants and vest and trousers, then reached for his shirt and began buttoning it up. "Going to sleep?" he asked Remus. Remus glanced at the clock and shook his head.
"Not for a little while yet," he replied, sitting up and rolling his shoulders. "Toss me my dressing gown, won't you?"
Sam did, and Remus shrugged it on, not wanting to bother with any more clothing at the moment. Sam finished lacing his boots and took Remus in his arms, nuzzling at his neck.
"You smell good," he announced, "Like soap and me." Remus laughed and privately thought he mightn't mind smelling like Sam more often, even if neither of them could be called young any longer, and even if sex was sometimes an effort, and even if sometimes all he wanted was just to be in the same room together, their feet tangled together on the sofa as they each read from their own newspaper, cups of tea growing cold by their sides. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he embraced Sam.
"I'll get that key made for you tomorrow," he promised.
Sam stepped back and studied his boots, one hand rubbing the back of his neck. "All right," he said, and Remus didn't press the issue. When Sam looked up, he was smiling, and as they made their way to the living room and the fireplace, he said, "I do appreciate the offer of a key, you know. I just--you said it's been a long time since there was someone you wanted to see this much and, well, it's been a long time since anyone wanted to see me this much. I'm still getting used to you, even after this much time. But believe me, Remus, that's a good thing."
"For me, too." Remus touched Sam's cheek. "See you later this week?"
"Maybe Tuesday--I have to go off to America on Wednesday, won't be back till Monday next." Sam pulled a face. "The wizards in Boston are fine, but they can't make a decent cuppa to save their lives. After that, though, I think I'll be home for a while."
"Good," said Remus, and watched as Sam disappeared into the Floo.
He puttered around for a while, realising that Sam hadn't taken any of the leftovers with him--though if he was going out of the country, that made sense. And luckily it meant that Remus could keep his promise to Teddy and have their second lesson the next weekend; in fact, perhaps Remus should send him a note to confirm that Saturday would be the day and that Teddy could stay the night if he wished.
Between the exhaustion of the full moon and the much pleasanter tiredness of his time with Sam, Remus was in bed and asleep before nine. He woke to the alarm at half-past six, the last moments of a dream fading from his mind even as he tried to recall them, only managing to remember that it had had something to do with satsumas. He rolled his eyes at himself and got up to face the day, not forgetting to have a spare key made over his lunch hour.
Teddy's reply to his note was enthusiastic, and asked if there was anything special he should do before or bring to their next lesson, other than the practise that Remus had already assigned. Remus sent a response in the negative, simply suggesting that Teddy come over about noon and they could have lunch somewhere first.
He went over to Sam's flat on Tuesday; it had been a while since he'd been there, and they spent an enjoyable evening playing wizard chess, with a lengthy pause between the two games to indulge in more carnal pleasures. Remus gave the new key to Sam, who put it on his key ring promptly, "So I don't lose it," he said, chuckling. "I'm notorious for losing important bits and bobs, I should warn you."
"As long as the bits and bobs you lose don't include people, that's all right," Remus chaffed him back.
"Not you, at any rate." Sam turned serious. "No intention of doing that. I'll be back very late next Monday, and expect I'll want to spend most of Tuesday sleeping, but d'you want to have dinner Wednesday?"
"Sounds good," said Remus, brushing a good-bye kiss over his lips. "Have a good trip and I'll see you then."
Sam smiled and lifted a hand in farewell as Remus stepped into the Floo.
The week passed without incident, and soon enough it was Friday evening. Remus had set a stew on the stove, simmering low and with a charm to insure it wouldn't scorch, before he'd left for work that morning, and he sat at his desk in his study with a steaming bowl of it and skimmed the headlines in the Prophet.
Finding nothing that much interested him, and wanting to save the crossword for later, Remus sat back and opened the top right-hand drawer of his desk, extracting the parchment on which he'd planned Teddy's series of lessons, the parchment he'd enchanted to look like a shopping list, should anyone happen across it.
He tapped it with his wand, and the words rearranged into the ones he'd written nearly two weeks ago--had it really been that long? He studied the second lesson he'd planned, though he had it memorised by now. Hands. It wasn't a huge extension of the first lesson, but Remus thought it was better to start out too slowly than too quickly anyway. They would build on what Teddy had learned, applying light, then heavier touches to each other's bodies.
Hands. He closed his eyes, seeing Teddy's slim hands dancing over his scarred skin in the dimly-lit room, seeing his own rougher hands moving with sure strokes, beginning behind Teddy's ear--Teddy had loved that--and travelling lower, lower, until they moved over his son's cock, smearing clear fluid down it, Teddy gasping as he tried hard not to come too quickly.
Remus smiled to himself, remembering the look on Teddy's face as he came, shock mixed with pleasure, and how Remus had gathered his son close after that, comforting, consoling, caressing. Perhaps they could move a bit more slowly this time. Then again, Teddy had been practising all week--Remus vaguely wondered if he'd found anyone to practise with--and perhaps he would be better prepared tomorrow when they laid hands on each other again. Perhaps he would be more in control.
Remus felt his cheeks flush at the remembrance of the way he himself had lost control, and he mentally chided himself. He hadn't meant to come at all during their lesson, and he hadn't counted on getting quite so aroused. Naturally he knew that he'd have to come in front of Teddy eventually, as their lessons progressed into "proper" sex, but he hadn't exactly planned on it happening the first time they touched each other in a way that was more than familial.
Too late to be concerned about that now, he supposed. Teddy hadn't seemed to be bothered by it--which he might have been even though the entire situation was his idea to begin with--so there was no point in Remus second-guessing himself.
He thought about all the things that one could do with hands. Sirius had had lovely hands, narrow and aristocratic fingers, although he bit his nails down to the quick. Which had had its benefits... but Remus did not plan to introduce Teddy to those more extreme practices. He wasn't even planning to slip a finger inside Teddy's arsehole this lesson. Possibly as a part of the one on rimming, or else the lesson on toys. Remus reminded himself that Teddy might not enjoy everything that Remus taught him, either. There had been that one bloke a few years ago, William, who disliked penetration, either doing it or having it done to him, and Remus himself didn't care for pain. He had quite enough of that as it was, and in a sexual context it turned him very much off.
Hands, he repeated to himself. Teddy would know well enough what he could do to his own cock; the trick would be more to have him realise that what he enjoyed in terms of speed and friction wasn't necessarily everyone else's preference. Adolescent boys weren't usually good at communicating those nuances, after all, and doubtless that was part of the reason why Teddy had apparently found his encounters with his peers less than fully satisfying. Remus would teach him by example, talking him through it. Perhaps he should have Teddy say whether he thought Remus was enjoying something from Teddy's observations of his reactions, and then confirm or contradict Teddy's deductions.
And he would do likewise. He imagined touching Teddy's bollocks, fondling them through the loose skin. He doubted that Teddy's former partners had done much with them. Remus could almost feel their tender heat already. He swallowed, aroused, and pushed aside his half-eaten stew to unzip his trousers.
His cock throbbed steadily in his palm as he gave it long but light strokes. There was much to be said for self-pleasuring, really, even when one had a loved and loving partner. Another thing he should talk with Teddy about, that as long as it didn't prevent him from making love with his partner, there was no reason not to wank as well if he wished. It had taken Remus a while to learn that particular lesson, and there'd been a certain amount of unhappiness before he did so.
Shifting in his chair, Remus used his free hand to unbutton his cardigan and the shirt beneath, stroking his chest and nipples, remembering how Teddy had touched him a fortnight ago. Tonight he was ready for the rougher scrape of a fingernail, though he'd been too sensitive for it then. He gave a long sigh as he teased his nipples, pinching and scraping, half-consciously thinking how Teddy would be surprised at the change in his father after the moon.
He continued teasing his nipples with his left hand while his right worked at his cock, squeezing lightly, manoeuvring the foreskin over the head and back again, catching the drop of precome that welled up in his slit and smearing it over the head. He grunted a little, shifting positions, working his cock and balls the rest of the way free from his trousers. He left off teasing his nipples and let his left hand go to work on his balls, his fingers smoothing over the tightening skin.
A glimpse of Teddy's own balls flashed in his mind, tight and fuzzy beneath his cock and his sedate brown patch of pubic curls. Remus blew out a long breath. At some point he was going to have to either stop letting his son into his fantasies, or else accept him as an established part of them, but he wasn't ready to make that decision just yet.
And Teddy's balls were lovely, oh, they were lovely. Remus longed to stroke them, and--soon enough--to kiss them, to inhale that particularly boy scent of soap and hope and hormones. He began to pant a little as he squeezed his cock even harder, pulling himself off to an image of his son spreading his legs, inviting Remus in for a taste.
He came almost without realising it was going to happen, pearly fluid suddenly spilling over from his cock onto his hand, seeping between his fingers, dripping onto his trousers and his soft leather office chair. "Ohh--" he gasped belatedly, curling forward, gritting his teeth as he coaxed the last of his orgasm out, the final droplets of come oozing downwards.
Remus let go of his cock, wiping his wet hand on his stained trousers, and closed his eyes, the same image of Teddy still fresh in his mind.
Oh, this was not okay. What had seemed a difficult decision in the heat of self-induced passion was a simple one now that Remus's head had cleared. He could give Teddy lessons--structured, pre-planned lessons--at scheduled times and within the privacy of the spare bedroom, but he could not allow those lessons to spill over into other parts of his life. What if, god forbid, he moaned Teddy's name some night when he was with Sam? It was a cliche, of course, and Remus didn't tend to moan out anyone's name during sex, but still--what if he did?
He snatched up his wand from the desk and cleaned himself off with a spell, jerking his trousers shut and fastening them quickly, a pained scowl appearing on his face. The whole thing had been a poor decision and he should tell Teddy that he had changed his mind, call off tomorrow's lesson... except that he could see the hurt and disappointment on Teddy's face if his father broke his word. Damn. He'd done plenty of stupid things in his life, what was one more?
Shaking his head, he carried the half-full stew bowl out to the kitchen. He couldn't eat any more just now. A drink would be a bad idea, too. Remus poured himself a glass of orange juice instead and took his lesson plan and the crossword to the living room; his study smelled of sex.
He did the crossword first, needing something to distract his mind, let his subconscious worry at the different possibilities. It was a good tricky one, keeping him occupied for an hour, until he finally filled in the last letters and put the paper aside with a sigh to pick up once again the parchment scrawled with his plans for debauching his son.
The real question, Remus decided, was whether he really could give Teddy lessons and have them be only that. Regardless of what Teddy wanted and hoped for, what could Remus handle, realistically? He'd had fantasies about inappropriate people before--Harry, far too young--but there had been no question of fulfilling those. Teddy was eager for this, and that would make it far more difficult for Remus to restrain himself. All the conditions he'd set: were they to protect Teddy, or himself?
Remus stretched his legs out and twisted his back until it popped. He wished there were someone he could talk to about this, but that was impossible. What would Sirius have done? Tossed caution to the winds, Remus was sure. James, too. But they were both dead; Remus, usually more cautious, was the one who had survived.
All right. Think about it logically. He'd agreed to Teddy's proposal because he was concerned that Teddy should learn what he needed to learn in a safe and loving way, and that hadn't changed. Regardless of law and social outrage, for Remus to teach his son was not in itself something that would hurt either of them. He was not forcing himself on Teddy--quite the opposite. And while he loved Teddy, it was not the same kind of love he felt for Sam. Remus felt a moment's wonder at the realisation that he cared about Sam more than anyone since Tonks or Sirius. He loved Teddy as his son, and if Teddy hadn't been his son he'd have been drawn to him physically, he admitted that, but that still wasn't the same. Remus sighed. For now, at least, he'd keep on with the lessons.
He read over the notes he'd made for the next day, re-charmed the parchment to its innocuous appearance as a shopping list, and went to bed.
The morning came all too soon, bringing with it the insistent nearness of Remus's appointment with his son.
Remus stood in the doorway of the spare bedroom, wearing the dressing gown Teddy had given him, and he sighed. No--it was all right. It was going to be fine. He shook his head as if to clear it of any lingering doubts about what he was doing, knowing full well that those doubts would continue to fester in the back of his mind, appearing again to taunt him when he least expected them.
He gazed around the room--it was fully in order, the bed made with fresh sheets. He'd seen to that immediately after their first lesson, ridding the room of any evidence of their transgressions. No one could ever have guessed what had gone on--and what was yet to happen--from the plump and tidy bed there in the spare room.
Eleven o'clock found Remus dressed and ready, though Teddy wasn't scheduled to show for an hour yet and had inherited his mother's habit of persistent lateness. Perhaps Teddy would show up early, though, Remus had convinced himself, since he was so eager and had been forced to wait two weeks for his next lesson.
Teddy burst into the house at five past twelve, grinning broadly, his hair a darker blue than the jeans he wore, appearing nearly black against his fair skin.
"Lunch!" he declared by way of greeting, "I'm starving! Let's go!" He grasped Remus's shoulder and steered him out the door, grinning all the while, nearly bouncing.
"You're certainly cheerful today," Remus said a little while later, when they had finished their sandwiches and Teddy was devouring a slice of chocolate gateau that the waitress had, without difficulty, talked him into.
"Well," Teddy said, grinning, "I have been looking forward to this day for two weeks now."
Remus felt himself breathe a little more easily, the doubts that had taken over his mind all but disappearing. Yes, Teddy really wanted this. He wasn't forcing himself on the boy. He had to relax, had to accept what was happening--surely the fantasies which had plagued him would wear off as their lessons progressed. He hoped.
He managed a smile back at Teddy. "Been practising?"
Teddy flushed. "Yeah. Alone, though."
"That's all right." Remus supposed it was that they were discussing the matter in public, even elliptically, that was embarrassing Teddy. "If you don't mind, I need to run a quick errand at the bookshop before we go home."
"Okay," Teddy agreed, although he looked a little disgruntled at the delay.
In Diagon Alley, Teddy said, "Is there time for me to go to the record shop? I quite liked that Nom de Guerre album and I thought maybe I'd buy it for myself."
"Of course," said Remus. "I bet Sam would even autograph it for you, if you wanted."
"Wicked. Meet you at the bookshop in twenty minutes?"
"That's fine." Remus watched Teddy dart away through the Saturday crowd of shoppers. He hurried to Flourish & Blotts; all he really needed to do was to check and make sure that a delayed delivery had indeed come in that morning. Zamira Gulch was supposed to come Tuesday for a book-signing to promote her recent Practical Garden Magic, and if the book wasn't available, the event would have to be rescheduled.
Thankfully Obscurus Books had finally sent over the eight dozen copies that had been ordered. Remus would set up the display on Monday, and all would be well. He was just coming out of the storeroom when he saw Teddy coming into the shop, swinging a carrier bag. Evidently he'd succeeded in his quest to locate the Hobgoblins' album.
"Ready?" Remus asked as he came up to Teddy, who nodded enthusiastically. "Let's go home then."
He'd decided to begin this time by asking Teddy if he had any questions so far, either about what he'd learnt two weeks ago or about today's lesson topic.
Teddy shook his head. "Not about what we learned last time. I practised, like I said, um, when I wanked. Touched myself all over first." He trailed a hand down his neck, his gaze drifting a little. "I get it, now. It doesn't feel as good as when you--as when someone else does it, but it makes the whole thing a little more of an experience."
Remus nodded. "That it does," he said, reflecting on his own wanking session the night before. "I'm glad you practised, Ted. It gives me reassurance that you're taking these lessons seriously." And that I'm not just being an old pervert, fulfilling my own bizarre fantasies. "And about today's lesson? Any questions?"
"Um," Teddy said, and he paused, screwing up his mouth as if he were deciding whether or not to actually ask a question.
"Whatever you'd like to ask is fine with me," Remus said, prompting. "That's what I'm here for. That's why we're doing this." He spread his hands in front of him, and Teddy nodded.
"Okay. Just--I don't mean to sound impatient, Dad, but how exactly is this lesson different from the last? I mean--hands. That's exactly what we did last time. Touching."
"We're building on our first lesson, Ted. Just like when you were in school. The first day, you learned Wingardium Leviosa, and the next day, you didn't progress immediately to Summoning and Banishing Charms."
"No," Teddy replied, "we didn't learn those until fourth year."
"And so," Remus said, "we don't go straight to penetration so soon after learning to touch. I believe you'll find as many useful and new things in this lesson as you did in the last one--and, if I'm not mistaken, quite a bit of the last lesson was new to you. We'll also be learning to touch body parts that we left alone last time."
Teddy smiled and nodded. "Can we go upstairs, now, then?"
When Remus replied in the affirmative, Teddy practically jumped to his feet. Remus nearly laughed at his eagerness as Teddy grabbed Remus's hand and tugged him along.
"Take pity on my old bones," he cautioned.
"You're not old." Teddy's voice was indignant.
"Old enough," said Remus. As he had last time, he closed the door behind them and turned the lamps on low. "Wait a moment," he told Teddy, who was already starting to take off his clothes.
Teddy opened his mouth as if to protest, then shut it, clearly remembering that he'd agreed to do whatever Remus directed him to do in these lessons.
"I thought that it might be useful for you to think about the art of undressing. Both undressing oneself, and undressing one's partner, can be part of the whole experience. I know we did it a bit last time, but it's worth repeating."
"Oh." Teddy's eyes shone. "I see."
"So why don't you undress me first, and then yourself."
Remus stood in front of the bed as Teddy began by carefully unbuttoning Remus's cardigan, laying it over the back of the chair, and then starting in on his shirt.
"You can touch as you do this," Remus reminded him, and Teddy nodded. He finished with the buttons and then smoothed his hands along Remus's chest, underneath the hanging fabric. Remus closed his eyes for a moment as Teddy tugged at the hair under his arms and on his chest.
"That's not too hard, is it?" asked Teddy anxiously.
"No, it feels lovely, Ted." Remus opened his eyes and gave his son a reassuring smile. "That's something else that you'll learn when you're with one person for a while, how to read their expressions and sounds for what's pleasurable to them. In fact, we'll practise that a bit today."
"Sounds?" Teddy asked. His voice trembled almost imperceptibly as he ran his hands down Remus's chest once more, skimming over the waist of Remus's trousers.
Remus smiled and nodded. "Exactly." He brushed the back of his hand along Teddy's jawline, lifting his face so he could look into his eyes, which today were a stormy grey. "For example, the way your voice wavered just now tells me a couple of things. One, that you might be a little nervous--" Teddy made a face, but Remus wasn't sorry that he hadn't softened the blow; after all, honesty was important here. "And, two, that you're rather enjoying having your hands where they are right now."
Teddy's fingers had crept just underneath the waist of Remus's trousers, and his mouth stretched into a reluctant smile.
"Well, yeah," Teddy admitted, undoing the button and zip, "I mean, I've got to say, I'm looking forward to what's under there." A blush rose in his cheeks, and Remus drew his son close, laughing.
"You're wonderful, Ted," he said, sentimentality suddenly washing over him. Teddy laughed, too, and kept fumbling with Remus's trousers.
"Well, it's true!" he declared. "Didn't get to touch it last time, did I? And I want to, Dad, I really do." He slipped Remus's trousers from his hips, and Remus stepped out of them, now clad only in socks and pants. Teddy ran a finger under the elastic of Remus's cotton pants, his pink tongue darting out to wet his lips.
"Think I'll leave these for last, actually," he said. He stepped on Remus's toes, then. "Pull," he said, grinning, and Remus did, leaning on Teddy's shoulders so as not to overbalance as he rid himself of his socks.
"And now pants," Teddy declared. He knelt in front of his father, and Remus shivered a little as his fully-dressed son eased his pants down his hips, letting his half-erect cock spring free. Teddy stroked Remus's hips and thighs, leaving his cock alone as if it were a treat for later--which, Remus supposed, it was--then gave little caresses to his ankles and the tops of his feet as Remus stepped out of his pants, leaving himself fully naked in front of Teddy, who hugged his father around his knees for a moment before clambering to his feet.
"Now me," he declared, and he held out his arms as he had when he was a child who needed help undressing for bed.
"You'd rather have me undress you, instead of showing off for me?" teased Remus gently.
Teddy nodded. "Please? Next time maybe I'll do that, if it's okay."
"Of course it is." Remus couldn't deny to himself that he'd enjoy revealing Teddy's body, bit by bit. Teddy had on a long-sleeved t-shirt--Remus had no idea what the logo on it represented, although he suspected it was one of the indistinguishable bands Teddy liked--so Remus began by simply sliding it up his torso, letting his fingers caress Teddy's ribs as he went, glancing across the nipples which came to tiny peaks as they were exposed to the cooler air.
"Lift," he instructed, and obediently Teddy raised his arms so that Remus could pull the shirt completely off. It was tempting to press kisses to Teddy's bare skin, soft and still mostly hairless, but that would wait until the next lesson. Instead Remus moved behind Teddy, briefly kneading Teddy's shoulders and neck, then pulling his son's body against him as he began to unfasten Teddy's jeans.
"No pants?" Remus's voice lifted in surprise, and Teddy shook his head.
"Um, well, I haven't done laundry in a while, and I kind of went through more underwear than usual these past two weeks," he mumbled. "I didn't have any clean to put on this morning."
Remus stroked down Teddy's bare cock, feeling Teddy quiver and his hips jolt against Remus. "I see." He made quick work of pulling Teddy's jeans off, kneeling and having Teddy turn and raise one foot, then the other, to let Remus remove his socks. Then he sat back, squatting, and looked up along Teddy's body. Teddy was already flushed and eager, prick rising hard out of dark-blue curls. Remus held out his hands and Teddy grasped them to help Remus stand up.
"Can I look at you again?" Teddy asked, swallowing.
"If you want, of course." Remus lay down on one side of the bed, propping himself up on his elbow. "Look all you want, and touch, and see how I respond."
Teddy crawled onto the bed, easing a hand up his father's thigh and past his hip, pausing at his waist before creeping downwards to rest for a moment in the nest of curls between Remus's legs. He flicked his eyes up to his father's face, as if to ask permission, and Remus gave a single nod.
Teddy moved closer, then, curling forward and bringing his face quite close to his father's erection. He stroked a single finger down its length, then back up again, making a little sighing sound when Remus shifted, pushing his hips forward.
He pillowed his head on one arm, uncharacteristically silent as he studied Remus's cock from every angle, playing with the foreskin, pulling it forward and pushing it back again. When Remus's cock began to seep fluid, Teddy's fingers were there to catch it, smearing it over the head and down the shaft, leaving sticky trails in his wake.
He explored Remus's balls next, teasing a finger along the seam, stroking the loose skin there and putting a little too much pressure on them for Remus's liking.
"Oof--" Remus exhaled, and Teddy looked up, the movement of his hand stopping at once.
"Not--not bad, but yes, a little too much pressure there. Good job reading my signals, Ted."
Teddy smiled and pushed a little at Remus's hip. "Can you lie on your back, please?"
"Of course." Remus settled onto his back, his legs spread a little, not quite obscenely (though obscene, by most standards, had been passed a long time ago), giving Teddy unfettered access to his jutting erection and his tightening sac.
"Oh, brilliant," Teddy breathed. He sat cross-legged at Remus's side and began playing with Remus's cock again, pumping it as Remus supposed he must do when he was alone, to his own cock.
"Ahh--" Remus gasped, and Teddy looked up again, sharply.
"Not--it's good, but perhaps we should slow down a little." He smiled to soften the statement. "We have all the rest of the afternoon and evening, if we want... and remember, you may think I'm not old but I definitely don't have the recovery time I expect you do. Once or at most twice a day is pretty much my limit."
"I'm sorry." Teddy flushed. "I mean, I'm sorry I was rushing things."
"It's all right, Ted. Just think that the journey is worth taking; it's not all about the destination. Okay?"
"Okay." Teddy went back to fondling Remus's bollocks, his face intent as his fingers discovered their exact shape and weight, the fact that Remus liked to have them jostled very gently, the way the skin seemed to tighten as Remus's arousal increased. He was bent over Remus, looking intently, and Remus thought he was smelling, too.
After a while Teddy began stroking Remus's cock once again, though less urgently this time. When he paused for a moment and raised his hand to his mouth, Remus was sure he was tasting the moisture from the tip--fair enough, as it wasn't kissing, strictly speaking. Remus was careful to be responsive to each of Teddy's touches, shifting his legs further apart to invite more exploration, making small sounds at each new movement Teddy tried.
This time instead of asking in words, Teddy put a hand on Remus's knee and urged him to raise it as Teddy shifted around to sit between Remus's legs. Remus knew what was coming, and indeed, Teddy started to trace down behind Remus's balls, towards his arsehole.
"I know, not inside," he said, looking up and meeting Remus's eyes as his finger touched the spot.
"Not yet," Remus agreed. "In a couple of lessons, though."
Teddy wet his lips. "The rimming one?"
"Mm hm." Remus arched his back slightly as Teddy kept rubbing around the tight pucker. "I find that some kind of lubricant makes a touch there more pleasurable, even if you're not penetrating me at all. There's a bottle on the table, if you want to use it. Or maybe we should switch places for a while?"
"You mean you'd touch my--my cock and my--" Teddy cut himself off, and Remus nodded.
"Yes, if you'd like me to," he said. Teddy seemed to consider this for a moment. He brought his hand down to his erection and gently caressed it, rubbing his thumb over the head. To Remus's eyes the action seemed almost unconscious.
"There's no pressure," Remus said, sitting up, smoothing back Teddy's hair with the palm of his hand. "And there never will be, not in these lessons. If you're ever uncomfortable or doubtful about anything at all--"
"No, I want it," Teddy interrupted. He moved up to lie against the pillows, pressing his hand to the centre of his father's chest. "I want you to touch me," he said, bending close to Remus's neck and inhaling deeply.
Remus nearly, out of instinct, leaned forward and kissed the boy, but instead drew back and sat up.
"Very well," he said. "Hand me that lubricant."
Teddy did as directed, and Remus set it to one side for easy reach in a few moments' time. He began caressing Teddy's nearly hairless chest, then, tweaking his pert nipples and letting his hands slide down Teddy's flat belly in long, slow strokes. When he reached the dark blue pubic curls and raked through them with his fingertips, he felt Teddy tense, and when finally he wrapped his fingers around Teddy's straining erection, Teddy cried out and clutched at the quilt with both hands.
Remus immediately let go. "Too much?" he asked in the gentlest voice he could manage, which still sounded a little strained. Now that he had finally touched the cock of the boy he'd been fantasising about--and in this context, unlike at the restaurant or in his study, the fantasies didn't seem quite so inappropriate--the last thing he wanted was for Teddy to lose control too quickly, essentially ending their lesson.
"I'm okay," Teddy choked out, relaxing his death grip on the duvet. "I just--wow. It's been a while since anyone else touched me, and--"
"And, let me guess, even then it was just a bit of a fumble in a broom closet, your trousers around your knees, his hand too tight and too dry--yes?"
"Yes." Teddy's voice cracked again. "I--that's why I can't tell what I want." His right hand had crept back to his cock again, giving gentle strokes. "With Victoire, we didn't have to hide in the same way, I mean we did but it was easier, it didn't matter if people guessed, but it was never as good as I thought it should be, and with the blokes it was always like a competition, how fast we could get each other off, before anyone caught us. It didn't, didn't mean anything, you know?" He twisted his head and looked at Remus with disconsolate eyes.
"I know." Remus knew all too well. "Come here, Ted." He sat against the headboard and gathered Teddy into his lap. Teddy curled up against him with coltish grace, nestling his head into Remus's shoulder.
"This can't mean what I think you want it to mean either." Remus felt Teddy stiffen, and hurried on. "I'm your dad. I love you very much, and I'm honoured that you trust me enough to want me to teach you, and I'm going to do the best I can with that; but we both know that's all it can be. You will meet someone, closer to your own age and not forbidden, and that person is going to be very lucky to have you." He hugged Teddy tighter. "It takes time, that's all. I know you want everything now--why shouldn't you?--but that's just not how it usually happens. You're only eighteen. It's okay not to be in a relationship yet."
"You had Sirius when you were eighteen," Teddy muttered into Remus's chest.
"I did," Remus acknowledged, "but that didn't mean it was easy. There was the war, there was my condition, there was Sirius's estrangement from his family--and our relationship didn't exactly end well, with Sirius arrested for murder and taken to Azkaban."
"But he was innocent."
"He was, but I didn't know that, not for years. The evidence seemed pretty clear--James and Lily had been killed, and we all believed Sirius had been their Secret Keeper, and had killed Peter to try to keep from being caught. Sirius didn't even have a trial." Remus blinked hard. "I thought he was guilty, and I hated him for not being the person I'd thought he was, and hated myself for having loved him. We're getting pretty far afield here, though. I'm just trying to say that you need to not expect to have everything perfect all at once. Let yourself make mistakes, and let the person you're with make mistakes too."
Teddy gave a gusty sigh. "Okay. Can we get back to the lesson, then?"
Remus chuckled. "This is part of the lessons too; there's more to sex than just the physical part, as I think you understand. But yes." He spread his legs apart and manoeuvred Teddy between them, keeping one arm wrapped around his son as he reached for the lubricant. His own erection hadn't subsided much during their conversation, and as he pressed himself to Teddy, he knew the boy must be feeling the imprint of it on his spine. Remus felt the tiniest twinge of guilt for remaining aroused while simultaneously consoling Teddy and remembering Sirius.
But the twinge lessened when Teddy wriggled back a little, into the embrace and against Remus's hard prick, and Remus very nearly kissed Teddy's bare shoulder when he did. He stopped, though, just before his lips brushed Teddy's skin, and instead pressed his cheek to Teddy's neck, inhaling his good clean boy smell.
Remus coated his palm with lubricant. "Ready?" he murmured against Teddy's ear, and Teddy nodded. Remus wrapped his slicked hand around Teddy's cock and felt the boy stiffen in his embrace, his shoulders and spine going rigid.
"Relax, shh," Remus whispered, and Teddy made a palpable effort to do so, leaning back against his father's chest and letting his head fall forward as Remus stroked him, his movements certain, his hand steady.
Teddy relaxed further when Remus began to play with his balls, brushing over the loose skin there, rolling them gently in his left hand. Teddy let out a long sigh and melted into his father's embrace, his limbs going loose, the only noticeably solid part of him anymore his cock, which jutted insistently into Remus's hand.
"Dad," Teddy managed, his voice somehow at once both languid and demanding, "'S bloody brilliant. Don't stop, please."
Remus chuckled, brushing his lips against the soft skin of Teddy's shoulder in a not-quite kiss. "I won't," he promised, wondering why everything inside him wanted so very badly to kiss the boy.
Next lesson, he chided himself. You can do it during the next lesson, and you know that the temptation won't be so strong once it's allowed.
"I want to do it to you, too, please, Dad," came Teddy's voice, higher than usual, and at first Remus stupidly thought the boy had read his mind and wanted to kiss him, too.
"You--" he began, but Teddy was already turning around in the embrace and holding out a hand.
"I want to touch you, too," he said, "with the lubricant? At the same time. Please?"
Why it was more difficult to let Teddy touch him than the reverse, Remus didn't want to consider just now; it was, unquestionably, but this was part of what Teddy needed to learn, and so Remus took a deep breath and nodded.
"You'll need to move, then," he said, "or you won't be able to reach comfortably."
Teddy had already swivelled all the way around, draping his legs over Remus's thighs, wriggling so that their cocks were only inches apart. "Like this?"
"That's fine, yes." Remus picked up the lubricant bottle again and tipped some into Teddy's hand. "Have you used lube before, on yourself?"
"Not the proper stuff like this." Teddy rubbed his fingers against his palm experimentally. "Just hand lotion, or sometimes spit."
"It's worth having the 'proper stuff'. Especially for penetration, but even for other kinds of activities. There are lots of different kinds and you might want to try out a few." Remus gasped as Teddy's hand closed over his prick. "Some are even, oh, flavoured." He fell silent then, reaching for Teddy in return.
For all his earlier words about going slowly, it was difficult to resist the desire to bring Teddy to a rapid orgasm, to see his son's face in ecstasy. The distraction of Teddy's touch helped, though, and with an effort Remus managed to concentrate on learning what speed and rhythm and firmness of stroke were Teddy's preference. He didn't neglect Teddy's bollocks, using his other hand to caress those, even slipping a finger down to press against the sensitive skin behind them, though his and Teddy's respective positions meant that he could not reach Teddy's arsehole easily.
What he was doing was apparently quite enough. Teddy had one hand on Remus's cock, still stroking it in a stuttering rhythm, but wrapped the other around his father's neck to hold himself upright as he began to make little gasping moans.
"Godpleaseyes, oh!" Teddy let go of Remus's prick altogether when he came, instead clutching at the quilt by his hip. "Oh," he said again more softly as Remus milked him, coaxing the last spurts of semen out to spill across Remus's own slick skin. His eyes had fallen shut, and when he opened them they were bright blue, shining with joy.
"That was fantastic." Teddy's lips parted in a smile. "Please, I want to--" He began to stroke Remus again.
"Yes, all right, yes," Remus gasped, not hearing his own words, as Teddy's hands began once again to dance along the shaft of his cock, eager and curious and a little too fast.
"Slower..." Remus said, and Teddy obliged, though every few seconds, his hands picked up speed--which was all right, really, since he still wasn't going as quickly as he had at first.
Remus sank back against the headboard, his legs weighted down by Teddy's, his cock straining in Teddy's inexperienced fist. He nodded, gasped, shook his head a little, hoping somewhere in the back of his mind--the rest was too full of pleasurepleasurepleasure--that Teddy would pick up on his signals.
"Oh--oh--" Remus gasped, jerking his hips forward, as Teddy apparently remembered Remus's bollocks existed and began to stroke them along with his prick.
"That's--" he managed, "Yes, and--there, and--the--" He couldn't form a complete sentence, try as he might, as his orgasm approached, his son's amateur yet intuitive hands on his prick and bollocks, and he slumped forward, cradling his head in the nook between Teddy's neck and shoulder, as he came, spurting ropy streams of semen onto Teddy's belly and hand, and onto his own hand as he brought it between them, half-protesting, half-encouraging.
"Ohhh," Remus exhaled, and Teddy made a similar noise, and they slumped into a heap of tangled limbs together, stuck to each other with semen and sweat, and once again Remus found himself wanting to kiss Teddy--he would have kissed Sam, after, but this wasn't Sam, dammit, this was his son, his student, and they hadn't reached kissing yet.
He contented himself with gathering Teddy in his arms and stroking his hair, assuring him that he was a brilliant student and an even better son.
Remus hadn't fallen asleep with his son in his arms since Teddy was a toddler, and it was hardly close to bedtime for either of them, but as Teddy's breathing evened out and his eyelids drooped, Remus decided a that nap, each of them cosy in the others' arms, might not be amiss. It was a natural part of the whole experience, after all.
He had meant what he'd said earlier--the lessons couldn't be anything more than exactly that--but as he drifted, one hand in Teddy's hair, the other splayed across his sweaty back, Teddy's arms wrapped around him, that was the last thing on Remus's mind.