|Celandine's Chronicle (celandineb) wrote in cels_fic_haven,|
@ 2008-09-01 08:19:00
|Entry tags:||coauthor: emiime, hp fic better the instruction, hp fic remus/teddy, hp fic teddy|
HP fic: Better the Instruction (5/22) [Teddy solo, Remus/Teddy]
Title: Better the Instruction (5/22)
Authors: celandineb and emiime
Chapter pairings: Teddy solo, Remus/Teddy; references to Teddy/Victoire and Teddy/other boys.
Chapter rating: adult
Chapter length: ~6700 words
Warnings: Wanking, minor arseplay, incest, blowjobs.
Summary: Teddy thought he knew how to kiss, but discovers he had a lot to learn--and goes a bit too far for Remus's comfort.
Note: AU (Remus survived the war). See here for complete story header with all pairings/warnings. Also posted here.
Teddy could hardly wait for the next lesson with his father. He'd wanted so badly to kiss him, the last time--and lesson three was mouths, there could be all the kissing he wanted, anywhere.
His only disappointment was that Remus had explained that he had given Sam a key to the house, so that from now on they would need to be very careful about when their lessons were. Teddy understood in theory why his dad might have done that, but he wished that Remus had waited just a month or two more. He tried not to be resentful of Sam, though, the next time he saw him. Sam was an okay bloke really, and it was pretty obvious to Teddy that he liked Remus a lot--and more to the point, that Remus liked Sam. It wasn't always easy to remember that he mustn't show any jealousy, but Teddy did his best.
Remus sent him an owl with a message a week after their second lesson, asking if Tuesday evening would work for Teddy for the third one, and explaining that it was either that or wait until a week from Sunday, which would mean three weeks altogether between lessons. Teddy scowled at the parchment. He didn't want to wait, but on the other hand, Tuesday evening wasn't the most convenient time. He wouldn't even be able to get to the house before six or so, and they'd have to eat, and that meant not very much time.
After considerable thought he decided to ask if they could wait, hoping that his dad would be impressed by his maturity and self-control. Remus's reply assured him that it would be fine, and that he'd see him on the Sunday, at ten if Teddy wanted to come for breakfast. Of course he did; he wasn't much of a cook and Remus was.
In the meantime he practised quite a lot, wanking at least once most days. Sometimes he'd do it quickly in the morning before going to work, as he always had, but in the evenings he practised being slower, trying out different ways of touching himself, in other places than just his prick and balls. It had been far more enjoyable when it was Remus doing the touching; he found, though, that if he closed his eyes and imagined that it was his father trailing his fingers down Teddy's chest, or pinching his nipples hard, he could almost be surprised by the sensations, and that made it more pleasurable.
Teddy spent the day before he was supposed to have the third lesson in a fever of impatience. After trying out the lubricant with Remus, he'd worked up enough nerve to go and buy some of his own--at a Muggle shop, where no one could possibly recognise him--and now he uncapped it, pouring some into his palm and smoothing it over his prick. He lay on his side, stroking his cock slowly with one hand, pulling at one nipple with the other. He'd trimmed his nails that morning, and they were really too short to use to scrape his skin, which he'd found he enjoyed. Thoughtfully, Teddy dabbled a finger in the lube, and reached back to touch his arsehole. He'd never done more than that, simply rubbing the outside, and thought perhaps he would try a bit more today.
He took a deep breath and pressed forward with his fingertip. Nothing happened. He gave a little grunt of annoyance and splayed his legs farther apart, then exhaled and tried again, working his finger in semicircles.
"Ah--ah--" Teddy grunted as he slowly worked his finger inside himself. When he had reached the first knuckle, he paused and opened his eyes.
Okay. Not bad. It didn't hurt at all, and he didn't even feel as stretched as he'd expected. He assumed it would be better when the finger inside him was his father's--but how long would he have to wait for that? If it were up to Teddy, they'd be at the final lesson by now, having gone through them all in rapid succession. He knew he wasn't anywhere near the point his father wanted him to be--patient, anticipatory, loving the process and not just the climax of it.
He set his jaw and closed his eyes again. He'd get there. He was certain of it. He wasn't going to let his father down--it was just that he wasn't there yet. And for now--
Teddy pictured Remus's face above him, bending down for a kiss as his finger slid deeper into Teddy's slicked arsehole. Remus's fingers were somewhat thicker than Teddy's slim ones, and Teddy worked his own finger in deeper, probing, as he imagined his father simultaneously exploring his arsehole with a finger and his mouth with his tongue. Teddy worked his mouth open and shut, frustrated at its emptiness, wanting more than anything for his father to be there at that moment, kissing him, penetrating him.
He jerked hard at his cock as he pressed the tip of a second finger just inside his arsehole. Oh, fuck. That was more like it--he didn't want to go all the way in, not yet, but the stretch and burn made everything so much more electric, and the one part of his brain that was still coherent told him he didn't want to come yet, but his body, his hormones, overrode his brain's order and as he shoved his second fingertip in a little further, he cried out and spattered himself with come.
Teddy rolled onto his side, slipping one finger, then the other, from his hole, and drew his knees up to his sticky belly, letting out a long sigh. Fuck, that had been amazing. Yes, yes, he could definitely get used to this penetration thing. How was he going to wait however long it would be until the final lesson?
Except--he didn't have to wait. He could go out, pull a bloke in a pub somewhere, go home with him and shag, if that was what he wanted. Teddy sighed again. He didn't want that. He'd persuaded Remus to teach him precisely because he didn't want the kind of fumbling and meaningless encounters he'd had with boys at Hogwarts. With Victoire, at least, they had meant something to each other, and he'd enjoyed that even if the actual activities hadn't always been that satisfying.
He tried to remember exactly what the remaining lessons were, wishing that Remus had given him a copy. They'd done "touch" and "hands", and "mouths" was next, and "penetration" was the last one... Teddy's eyebrows drew together in thought. One of the others was "toys", he was pretty certain, but he wasn't sure if that was fourth or fifth, and what was the missing lesson? Something different. "Rimming", he recalled at last. Which meant, ohgod, that was what he'd seen Remus doing to Sam, something Teddy had only heard whispered about before then, so filthy, and yet his father had put it on the list before penetration.
And Remus had been enjoying doing it, Teddy was sure. He licked his lips, trying to imagine how it would feel, to have his father's mouth on him there. There must be spells, cleaning spells, he supposed, that Remus would teach him. If he wanted. Which he wasn't sure about, really. He'd promised to follow his father's instructions for these lessons, but Remus had also assured him more than once that if he wasn't comfortable with something, he only had to say so. Maybe he'd wait and see how he felt when it came to it.
The spunk had long since cooled on his body, tightening the skin uncomfortably. Teddy got up. He'd take a quick shower and then have something to eat, maybe go out to see a Muggle film or just to a pub. He knew that a few of his acquaintances from work were likely to be at the Leaky Cauldron. That would be a good way to pass the evening.
As he expected, the pub was filled with a convivial Saturday night crowd, and he found a couple of blokes he knew. One of them, Simon, Teddy thought might be queer too, but he felt shy of trying to find out for certain. Maybe once he'd had the rest of his lessons, and knew what he was doing, he'd be more ready to do that.
He stayed out later than he'd intended, and then overslept and had to race to his father's house, arriving a few minutes after ten and sniffing at the delicious smell of breakfast.
"Sorry I'm late, Dad," he apologised as he strode into the kitchen.
Remus looked up from the Sunday Prophet, smiled, and took off his reading glasses. "I'm glad you made it, Ted," he said, pushing out the chair next to his. Teddy filled a plate at the stove--his father had obviously cast a charm on the scrambled eggs and the sausages to keep them warm without drying out--and sat, shovelling the food in his mouth to counteract the twinges of a hangover that he was fighting.
"Did you go out last night?" There was no trace of admonition in Remus's voice, only curiosity as he folded the paper and set it aside.
Teddy nodded. "Down to the Leaky. Met a few blokes from work there." He looked up, suddenly aware of the implications his words might have. "Not met them there. You know. Just hanging about, having a few drinks. I went home alone." Satisfied that he had cleared up any misconceptions he might have caused, Teddy went back to his eggs.
"I see." Remus rose and took his plate to the sink. "You had a nice time, though?"
"Sure," said Teddy, "Just a regular Saturday night."
Fifteen minutes' worth of small talk later, Teddy stretched and cracked his knuckles.
"So," he said, unwilling to wait much longer for such an anticipated lesson, "Kissing."
Remus was clearly taken off guard; he choked a little on his tea and raised his eyebrows.
"Have you been looking forward to this lesson?"
Only every day for the past three sodding weeks, Teddy wanted to answer, but instead he just nodded. "Honestly, yeah, I have."
"Clear your plate, then, and we'll go upstairs."
Teddy did as Remus bade him, and they ascended the stairs together.
"Have you been practising what we learned last time?" Remus asked as they walked down the hallway to the spare bedroom.
"Um, yeah." Teddy turned his hair magenta for an instant and then back again to brown. "At least once a day." He wasn't quite sure if he should tell his father that he'd finally tried putting a finger actually in his own arse, and had liked it. Remus might think he was pushing too fast.
Remus evidently caught his hesitation. "Did you want to talk about something first?"
"I... I know I'm supposed to practise things from the past lessons, but I sort of worked ahead?" Teddy ducked his head and looked up at his father through his eyelashes. The innocent-little-boy look had served him well in the past, even with Professor McGonagall. He hoped it would work again today.
"In what sense did you 'work ahead'?" Remus folded his arms. Bollocks, it wasn't working.
"I wanted to see what it would be like to have something inside. You know." Teddy squirmed. "I bought some lubricant after the last lesson, and tried just with a finger."
"And did you like it?" To Teddy's relief, his father seemed more curious than angry. "Did you find your prostate?"
"I liked it a lot, but no, I don't think so. I'm not sure? How can you tell?"
Remus seated himself against the head of the bed and held out a hand to Teddy. "Come here. No, first get that blue-bound book--the second one down--from that stack on the table and bring it over."
Teddy found the book and crawled over the mattress to sit next to Remus, who put one arm around him.
"I was going to talk about this in a later lesson, but I suppose we might as well begin now. You know what the prostate is, right?"
"A gland?" Teddy tried to remember what he'd learned back when he was twelve. "Something to do with semen?"
"Yes, that's right. It secretes some of the seminal fluids. It's inside, and sometimes you can feel it through the perineum, behind your bollocks, or else by going through the anus. Many men, though certainly not all, enjoy the sensation when it's touched--it can be quite intense." Remus spoke quite clinically. Then he flipped open the book and pointed at one of the illustrations.
"Oh." Teddy had expected more erotic photographs like the ones in the first books his father had shown him. He was less than excited to be shown a cross-section of the male anatomy, with blue and orange bits that he was fairly sure weren't blue or orange at all in real life.
Remus tapped the page, pointing to a gland that was outlined in a dark purple. "Your prostate," he announced. Teddy nodded, unsure how exactly this was supposed to help him.
"So I--what--just sort of fiddle around in there until I find it?" He let out a giggle that turned into a snort, then coughed to cover his embarrassment. "Sorry," he said, "I just--the drawing's fine and all, but I thought you were going to show me, you know, some more of those photographs. The sexy ones."
"Those photographs would hardly show you exactly what you're going to be looking for," Remus replied, and he stroked Teddy's hair a little. Teddy leaned into the touch, pressing himself to his father.
"I want you to know everything you need to know," said Remus, hugging him back. "Even if it's not always all that interesting or exciting."
Teddy nodded. "Is there more?" He hoped not.
"I think you're a little young to worry about the things that can go wrong with your prostate, so no, not right now. But I do want you to take this book home with you and look through it. There's both male anatomy and female, and some other useful information too." Remus closed the book and handed it to Teddy, who stretched out to put it on the table for the moment.
"If you do try playing with your arse again before the next lesson, I recommend plenty of lubricant. Do you know the cleansing spell?"
"Well, I know Tergeo and Scourgify, but aren't those too strong?" asked Teddy, feeling a twinge in his arse at the thought.
"Probably," Remus said, "although like a lot of magic, how they work depends on the wizard's intentions. I find that Ablue or Purga are better. You can practise those, too." He smiled at Teddy. "Actually, it would be a good idea to do that--they'll be useful in our next lesson. Ablue is my favourite, but see which you prefer."
"I will." Teddy wriggled closer to Remus again. "But can we get back to this lesson now? Please?"
"Okay." Remus's breath hitched slightly, and suddenly Teddy realised that his father was nervous. About kissing him! Which made Teddy somehow feel better.
"I kissed Victoire a lot," he said, "but not the other boys much. Can I--can I kiss you?"
In response Remus turned his head and brushed his lips over Teddy's cheek, murmuring, "All right, Ted."
Teddy swallowed and reached up to touch Remus's face, tipping his head so that--at last, at last his heart sang--their mouths met. His father's lips were firm under Teddy's, moving, opening, and then his tongue licked over Teddy's lower lip and Teddy opened his mouth further, wanting it all at once. Remus's hands were threaded into Teddy's hair as if he were afraid Teddy would disappear if he let go.
Remus made a funny little choking sound in the back of his throat and pressed forward, keeping one hand tightly wound in Teddy's hair but moving the other lower, splaying it against his back, rucking up Teddy's shirt a little. Teddy responded by putting one hand in Remus's hair--clearly his father liked that--and tugging a little. And though his other hand began to tremble as Remus continued kissing him, Teddy brought it between them and pressed it to his father's chest, just above his heart.
Remus shook a little when Teddy touched him, and he held Teddy tighter and shifted, pressing Teddy down upon the pillows, still kissing his mouth, his tongue exploring, his lips wet with Teddy's saliva and his own.
Teddy whimpered. He couldn't help himself. He whimpered into the kiss, his eyelids fluttering, his hands still trembling, his heart beating so hard he was afraid for a moment that it might burst.
And all from a kiss.
But kissing had never been like this before. Victoire had been a little too wrapped up in what Teddy was doing to the rest of her, tweaking her nipples and stroking her shoulder and her hair in just the right way, and not wedging a knee between her legs too early or she'd give the whole damned thing up completely. It was as if she'd expected him to have a dozen hands, like that Indian god he'd seen in one of Remus's big books when he was a kid.
And it was true that he'd never really properly kissed any of the boys he'd been with--they'd all, Teddy included, been too concerned with getting off in the interval between classes. There'd been no time for kissing--and most of the time, there hadn't even been much desire for it.
Remus continued kissing his mouth, and Teddy whimpered again and tipped his head back a little, and he nearly cried out when his father broke the kiss.
But then Remus's lips were on him again, and though Teddy's mouth felt bruised and empty, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up when Remus began kissing the tender skin of his throat, with his lips and with his tongue and with his whole mouth, alternating little sucking kisses with big warm wet ones.
"Fuck," Teddy gasped, arching up underneath Remus, "Dad."
Remus took his lips away, then, raising his head to look into Teddy's eyes. Remus's mouth looked swollen, hanging open a little, his lips glistening with their shared saliva. His eyes were half-lidded--he looked as dazed as Teddy felt.
"Dad," Teddy whispered, "Oh--oh my god, Dad."
Something flickered across Remus's face, and then he shut his eyes and turned his head away, closing his mouth as he swallowed.
"Dad?" asked Teddy desperately, feeling suddenly alone and cold although his father's body was still warm against him.
With a shuddering breath, Remus looked back at him. "Just--give me a moment, Teddy."
Teddy waited, replaying in his mind those kisses, not daring to ask for more until Remus was ready. They'd never undressed, and his cock was bursting, trapped uncomfortably in his tight jeans, but he didn't move, either.
At last Remus sighed, and lowered his head to Teddy's neck again, his lips travelling along it to the hollow of Teddy's throat. Teddy trembled as Remus's hands deftly undid the buttons of his shirt--he'd been careful not to wear a t-shirt this time--and Remus's mouth slid lower, sucking at Teddy's left nipple as his fingers pinched the right one.
Fuck, fuck, so that was why Victoire always wanted him to touch her breasts. Teddy writhed, his hips moving, trying to find friction to satisfy his longing.
"Shh," Remus murmured against his skin.
"Please--please Dad," begged Teddy, hearing his voice break and not caring. Remus's warm hand caressed his belly, soothing him. "Please--I need--"
"I know." Remus stilled for a moment, then Teddy felt his father shift. All in an instant, it seemed, Teddy's jeans and pants were pulled down, but he hardly had time to feel the cool air against his heated skin before the warmth and wetness of Remus's mouth enclosed him. Teddy clutched at Remus's shoulders, his orgasm spilling out within seconds. Remus swallowed around him, his tongue lapping Teddy clean, as Teddy lay in dazed lassitude.
Then his father's face was next to his own again, and Teddy tasted himself on Remus's lips as he kissed him. It was still just as erotic as the first time, but less urgent, and Teddy was able to appreciate the ways that Remus moved his lips and tongue and try to imitate them. After a while, he pulled back and rested his forehead on Remus's shoulder. "I'm sorry."
"For coming?" Remus's voice was husky. "Don't be. That was my intention. The lesson isn't over yet--and now you should be able to keep better control to learn more."
Teddy let out a great sigh, closing his eyes and burrowing a little further into his father's embrace. Good. He'd been afraid he'd ended the lesson within the first ten minutes--the lesson he'd been anticipating for weeks now.
"Okay," he said, "I'm ready to learn." Remus's kisses and the--oh god, it had been, hadn't it?--the blowjob had all gone by so quickly that Teddy hadn't learned a damned thing.
He let go of Remus's shoulders and fell back onto the pillows, and his father followed, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead.
"Now," Remus said, "Kissing. You do seem to have some idea what you're doing with your mouth, which is good, since much of kissing is instinctual. Once again, you'll have to learn what your partner likes--some people prefer soft, slow kisses, while other like more aggressive ones, and still others like you to vary the kisses according to what else you're doing at the time. Follow their physical cues--if your partner opens his mouth right away, for example, or if he starts with a series of closed-mouth kisses along your lips." He trailed his hand along the side of Teddy's jaw, and Teddy shivered. Somehow all this technical talk about kisses was turning him on a fair amount--not as much as the actual kisses had, but then, he thought, maybe nothing in the world could be that erotic ever again.
He blinked up at his father and nodded. "What about--the other places?" He put his hand to his throat, tracing over where his father's mouth had been only minutes ago.
"Yes, ah--" Remus paused and cleared his throat. "Yes, Ted, as you discovered, kisses to the neck and throat can be an incredible turn-on for many people. As with anything else, they're not for everyone--I've known people who would as soon kiss a house-elf as have their throat kissed. But since you seemed to enjoy it--"
"Yeah," Teddy interjected.
"--we'll continue next with that. Come here." Remus sat up, spreading his legs wide, and Teddy followed, crawling into his lap and facing him.
It felt odd, but safe, that he was naked but Remus still dressed. He could see the bulge of his father's erection through his trousers--will I get to suck him?--and was glad that he'd come once already, because his own cock was already starting to be interested again. Teddy nestled close and Remus put his arms around him.
"Now. Remember our lesson on touch and breath?" Remus's breath was damply warm against Teddy's ear and neck, and Teddy found himself shivering a little. "Your ears and throat both seem to be very sensitive. That means that certain kinds of touch or kissing might tickle. If something tickles, laugh! Tell your partner that you're ticklish. It's not insulting not to find everything arousing, and if you can't have a sense of humour in bed, there's not much to the relationship outside it--or so I've found."
He touched Teddy's neck very lightly, drawing his fingertips downward, and it did tickle a little bit. Teddy grinned and told him, "Yes, it tickles that way."
"So." Remus repeated the movement, this time pressing a fraction more firmly.
"Mm hm." Teddy tilted his head to expose his throat more. "That's better."
"And the same can be done with the mouth." Now Remus's lips were there, more flexible than his fingers, and his tongue darted out to lick tiny stripes across the skin as he moved. Each wet inch that he left behind seemed extra-sensitive to the movement of the air, as if Remus were still kissing the spot.
Teddy gasped and clutched at Remus's shirt. "Oh."
Remus reached the base of Teddy's throat and lapped across it, then gently tugged Teddy back. "I could tell you enjoyed that from your reactions--again, don't hide them. Some people may be comfortable saying exactly what they like or don't like in words, but in my experience the majority feel embarrassed about doing that, so all you have to go on is the sounds and movements they make. Do you understand?"
"Yes." Teddy nodded, meeting Remus's serious gaze. "My turn?"
"If you like." Remus shifted a little, and Teddy wondered if he was too heavy to keep sitting like this on Remus's legs. Was this a lesson in reading Remus's signals? He asked.
Remus smiled. "Very good. Shall we lie down together?"
Teddy nodded, slipping from his father's lap and lying on his side, propping his head up with one hand.
"Yes?" Remus stretched out alongside him.
"Do you think--can I take off your shirt?" By the time he'd finished his question, his free hand was already creeping forward towards Remus's buttons. By way of response, Remus lay on his back and let out the softest of sighs as Teddy undressed him, bending close to his skin.
He knew he was welcome to touch, even to kiss anywhere he liked this time, but his mouth went dry at the thought. His father smelled so good, like soap from his morning's shower and butter from breakfast and his own particular smell underneath it all, the smell that spoke to Teddy of comfort, of reassurance, of love.
He bent closer, brushing his lips across the centre of his father's chest.
When Remus's breath came in a shuddering sigh, Teddy knew he'd done something right.
He did it again, a little more firmly, kissing and inhaling all at once, Remus's shirt undone and pushed open, Remus's chest and belly exposed for Teddy's mouth to explore freely. Teddy left a trail of kisses down his father's breastbone, his hands wandering to brush over Remus's collarbone, nipples, ribs.
He traced with his tongue the trail of a scar that cut across Remus's chest, just under his right nipple, and Remus drew in a sharp breath, hissing.
Teddy lifted his head. "Bad?"
"The scars are... sensitive," Remus explained, "Scar tissue's a strange thing. It's difficult to explain. When it's touched or kissed, it somehow feels dead and alive at the same time, the sensation simultaneously dulled and extra-sensitive. I wish I could explain it better for you. But, no. It's not necessarily bad--in small doses."
Teddy looked down at his own belly where he had a scar from when his appendix had been taken out when he was a boy. He trailed his fingers over it, noticing that his father was watching.
"You could show me," he said.
"I could." Remus wriggled down the bed and brushed over the scar with his fingers, first, following up with his tongue. It was a strange sensation--Teddy decided that his father's description was probably as good as possible. He thought maybe the weird feeling resulted from the difference between the scar tissue itself and the undamaged skin next to it.
When he gave a little whimper, Remus paused, looking up at Teddy. "Shall I keep on, or do you want to kiss me some more?" His thumb rubbed a circle on the crease of Teddy's thigh.
"Kiss you," said Teddy immediately. Maybe he'd end up coming a second time before Remus did even once, but he didn't want to risk that happening this quickly, and if Remus were to keep on kissing and licking at his stomach and thighs--much less his cock and balls--Teddy was pretty sure he'd lose control again.
Remus nodded and moved back to lie beside Teddy once more. Teddy buried his nose in the curls of his father's chest. He couldn't get enough of that scent, trust made manifest. Carefully he traced the scars with his tongue, following an erratic pattern down towards Remus's navel, where he encountered the waistband of Remus's trousers.
This time he didn't ask, just unfastened them and began to slide the thick material down. Remus lifted his hips an inch or two to let Teddy do so, settling back afterward, the outline of his rigid cock plain through the white cotton of his pants. Teddy pressed a kiss to the tip, sliding his lips along the bulge, heady with the musky smell. Remus gave a shaky sigh as Teddy reached his bollocks, and spread his thighs wider.
Teddy lifted his head to see Remus gazing down at him. "That's lovely, Ted," he said in a husky voice. "You don't have to keep on if you don't want, though."
"Why wouldn't I?" asked Teddy, confused, and Remus shrugged.
"I'm only reminding you that there's never any rush in these lessons," he said, inhaling sharply as Teddy rubbed the base of his prick through the fabric. "But of course if you're ready, that's fine."
In answer Teddy pulled at the elastic waistband, lifting it up so that it wouldn't catch Remus's cock as Teddy tugged the pants off completely. His mouth watered. Almost shyly, he let his lips brush along Remus's cock, noting the slight curve. He'd only done this a couple of times before with boys from school, and then it had been quick and furtive, no time to really taste and enjoy.
Remus's cock twitched suddenly, and Teddy laughed before he could stop himself. He looked up to find his father was grinning, too.
"Good," Remus said, "I like to hear that laughter."
Teddy smiled and lowered his head, torn between studying Remus's cock as he mouthed over it and watching his father's face. He settled for looking up at his father through the dark fence of his eyelashes, flicking his gaze downwards every couple of seconds, then back up. Remus's face as Teddy licked along the shaft of his cock was ever-changing. An almost-smile played across his lips as Teddy lifted his cock to toy with the ridge of foreskin, and he rounded his mouth in a silent Oh when Teddy took a deep breath and engulfed the head of Remus's prick in his mouth, sucking gently.
"Oh, very good," Remus breathed almost inaudibly, putting a hand in Teddy's hair. Teddy took more of Remus's cock in his mouth at this show of enjoyment, and nearly choked himself in his exuberance.
He came up spluttering, putting a hand around the shaft of his father's cock so as not to leave it entirely.
Remus sat up, his face a mask of concern, his erection still pulsing and hard in Teddy's hand.
"You're all right?" he asked, and Teddy nodded, wiping the back of his hand over his mouth. He was fine, he insisted, and he dragged his fingers along Remus's erection to show his father exactly how fine he was.
Remus leaned forward then, hesitating only a little, and Teddy bridged the gap between them with unnecessary force, kissing his father hard on the mouth. He put his hands on Remus's face and neck and in his hair, everywhere, as Remus kissed him back just as hard. Teddy's cock went fully erect, then, at the taste of his father's tongue on his, the wet smacking sounds of his father's lips against his own.
"I'm fine," Teddy said again, breaking the kiss, and he guided his father's hand to his own prick. "See?"
Remus nodded, running his thumb over the head, causing Teddy to shiver. "So I see," he said.
"I want to taste you now," Teddy said then, and he bent to take the tip of his father's cock in his mouth once again, careful this time not to swallow too much of it at once. Remus sighed and spread his legs, still sitting up, and he began to stroke through Teddy's hair as Teddy suckled gently at the tip of his penis.
Fluid began to seep from Remus's cock and Teddy lapped at it, craving more, disappointed when more did not come immediately. He looked up to find his father gazing down at him, his eyes dark with desire.
"More, Dad," he said, aware of how young he must sound. "Please, I want to taste you more."
Remus chuckled. "I can't exactly make it happen."
"No, I mean," Teddy's voice quavered, "I want you to come in my mouth."
"Teddy..." Remus caressed his ear, his neck. "All right, if that's what you want."
There was more of the tangy fluid welling from the slit when Teddy bent his head down again. He thought he could never get tired of tasting it, but he crawled backward so that he could lick along the underside of Remus's cock, down, down, finally taking Remus's bollocks into his mouth, feeling the tender round stones in their sac.
"Careful," Remus murmured, and rested his hand on Teddy's shoulder. "Be gentle there."
Teddy suckled cautiously, using his tongue. The scent of his father was strong here, complementing the salty-sweat, tangy flavour of his skin. Remus's fingers stroked him in return, along his collarbone and throat, until Teddy succumbed to the urge to go back to Remus's cock, where he could be more playful, lapping at him, even nipping as long as Teddy kept his lips over his teeth.
He could hear Remus's breath quickening, and the flesh in his mouth seemed to be so hard it practically quivered. "Oh--that's, yes, very good indeed."
His father's praise inspired him to redouble his efforts, using one hand to wrap around the base of Remus's cock, since he couldn't take more than half in his mouth without risking gagging. He clamped his mouth over the head and sucked, his tongue running around the crown, back and forth. He was lying on his own cock, pressed against the quilt, moving his hips fractionally in time with the movements of his lips and tongue. God, he'd never imagined anything like this--he'd never be content with a hasty blowjob in a corner again.
"Nearly there," Remus gasped above him, to Teddy's relief. His jaw was getting a little tired, although he wouldn't have stopped for anything. He rubbed and sucked and suddenly he felt Remus's cock pulse against his tongue, and the back of his throat was filled with the bitterness of his father's come. He choked a bit, trying to swallow without letting his teeth scrape Remus, and had to draw away in order to breathe, but then he went back to lap it all up the way that Remus had done for him.
When he had finished, licking the last of his father's come from the corners of his mouth and wiping the fluid that had managed to escape and dribble down his chin, Teddy sat up, breathing hard. His eyes watered from the physical strain of the blowjob and--though he wouldn't ever have admitted it to anyone--from the emotion of it all as well. He hastily wiped his hand across them, letting out what might have passed for a rueful laugh at his unexpected reaction.
There was the shortest of pauses before Remus enveloped Teddy in his arms, and Teddy let his own arms creep around his father's back. He pressed a kiss to Remus's collarbone, and Remus hummed a little when he did.
"Teddy," Remus murmured against his hair, "My boy. My boy." Teddy couldn't quite place the emotion in his father's voice, and he didn't try, just let himself be held and rocked a little until Remus let him go.
Teddy furrowed his brow. "It was all right?"
Remus took him by the shoulders, gripping him hard. "Do you have to ask?"
Judge how you're doing by your partner's reactions, Teddy reminded himself, his sounds and movements. A corner of his mouth twitched into a smile.
"My boy," Remus said again, caressing his face, and Teddy wondered a little why he sounded proud and sad all at once.
"It was a brilliant lesson, Dad," Teddy managed. He let his hand creep into his lap to squeeze his erection. Maybe this wasn't the perfect time to remind his dad that he was still aroused, despite the fact that his father had given him a mind-blowing orgasm not long ago (though it seemed eons had passed since then).
"It doesn't have to be over, Ted," Remus said. "You're clearly still eager to learn." His larger hand followed Teddy's, then, covering it and squeezing.
Teddy groaned. "I'll probably be quick again," he mumbled, but Remus only combed his fingers through Teddy's hair and laid him across the bed and kissed him everywhere before taking his cock in his mouth.
Teddy had been right--he came quickly, but this time he was able to note and enjoy much of what Remus was doing with his lips and tongue, and when he did come, he had the presence of mind to warn his father, who didn't take his mouth away, but swallowed Teddy's seed just as Teddy had done for him.
"I love you, Dad," blurted Teddy impulsively as Remus was kissing his way back up Teddy's body. Remus's head jerked, and there was a perceptible pause before he pressed one more kiss to Teddy's throat, and sat up.
"You know I love you too, Teddy... but I think maybe I need to remind you about the second condition for these lessons." Remus met Teddy's eyes steadily.
"But it's just us. We're not in public. I'll behave then, I promise." To Teddy's dismay the tears were threatening again. "And I do love you, I do."
Remus sighed and smiled and shook his head. "I know. All right. Shush now, it's all right." He pulled Teddy close again, and Teddy could hear his father's heart beating fast. "As long as you remember, it's all right."
Teddy nestled against Remus, his thoughts and emotions too complicated for him to want to even try to figure out right then. They sat there together for quite a long time, until finally Remus said, "Your old man's arm is falling asleep, Teddy. I think we'd better get up." He let go of Teddy, who reluctantly moved so that Remus could swing his legs around and stand, pulling his clothes back on as Teddy watched.
"Um, I'm not sure what I'm supposed to practise for next time. And when can we have that lesson?" Teddy asked.
"Kissing isn't easy to practise alone," agreed Remus. "Now, if you know someone you can do it with, you should take advantage of the opportunity--"
"I don't want to," interrupted Teddy.
"--but whether you do or not," his father continued as if he hadn't heard Teddy, "I want you to read through that book we were looking at, so that you thoroughly understand all the anatomical considerations. The male and also the female, while you're at it. And you can practise those two cleaning spells I mentioned, which you'll need to know for next time."
"When will that be?" Teddy tried not to sound too impatient.
"I'm not sure, Ted. I need to find out what Sam's schedule is, although mine won't be a problem." Remus glanced upward, and Teddy knew he was thinking about the full moon, which would occur the next day. "I'll let you know as soon as I can, though."