HP fic: Better the Instruction (21/22) [Teddy/Andrew, Teddy/Remus, adult]
Title: Better the Instruction (21/22) Authors: celandineb and emiime Fandom: HP Chapter pairings: Teddy/Andrew, Teddy/Remus; references to Remus/Sam, Teddy/Victoire. Chapter rating: adult Chapter length: ~10,600 words Warnings: Nipple clamps, plugs, rimming, wanking, exhibitionism, incest, blowjobs, anal sex, first time. Summary: Teddy tells Andrew something he didn't quite intend to, and begins his final lesson with Remus. Note: AU (Remus survived the war). See here for complete story header with all pairings/warnings. Also here.
When he entered Prowler with Andrew in tow, the last person Teddy expected to see was his father.
And yet, there was Remus, standing in the queue at the till, talking to Sam as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Which, Teddy supposed, it sort of was--but that didn't mean it wasn't weird. He blinked rapidly when his father's eyes met his own, shocked into stillness for the span of a second, then he grabbed Andrew's arm, steering him towards the opposite side of the store. If they were lucky, Remus and Sam would just pay and leave without realising they'd forgotten something--and they did, to Teddy's great relief.
"So this is the place where you got your plugs?" Andrew asked. He clearly hadn't seen Remus and Sam, or he wouldn't be acting so casual.
"Um, yeah," said Teddy, trying to remember where the plugs were from the time he'd been at Prowler with Remus. "That way," he said, indicating, "but we have plenty of time to look around."
"I think I want to get some," said Andrew, "and I definitely want to get those clamps--you said you'd wear them under your shirt the next time we go out."
"Oh, trust me--I remember that promise," said Teddy, and he did--the very idea of it turned him on something fierce.
Of course, he'd been on the edge of being turned on all day, since he had read the letter Remus had owled to him that morning, the letter scheduling their next--no, Teddy corrected himself, their final lesson--for next Sunday.
They picked out a simple set of clamps together, different from the ones Remus had used on Teddy, and Andrew chose a set of plugs in sizes similar to Teddy's, but in black rubber instead of the white that Teddy had. They wandered the store, and Teddy felt a little more free to do so this time--he wasn't on unfamiliar ground anymore, and going there with his boyfriend was quite a bit different than going there with his dad.
Despite what he'd done with his dad.
After laughing together over some of the weird pants the store had on display and wondering aloud why anyone would ever want to wear clothing made of rubber, they were both ready to go, and approached the till.
"Oh, wait," said Teddy, "Lube." He dashed back and chose a bottle from the shelf.
"You gents find everything you need?" asked the smiling clerk as he rang up their purchases.
"Yes, everything, thanks," said Andrew, and he took Teddy's hand.
Teddy squeezed back. He was still amazed that Andrew had agreed to come here, even if it was a Muggle shop where they'd be unlikely to run into anyone they knew--Remus aside, apparently, although since Teddy only knew about the shop because of Remus, maybe that wasn't so surprising. But Andrew seemed to have turned some kind of corner, although he hadn't talked about it much. Maybe it was what they had done last weekend, maybe it was the fact that he'd written his sisters at Hogwarts and had an enthusiastic reply to his suggestion of meeting in Hogsmeade sometime soon. It didn't matter.
"I'm really glad you don't have any matches this early in the season," Teddy said, holding open the shop door for Andrew to exit.
Andrew pulled his muffler a little tighter around his throat. "There'd be icicles on our broomsticks if we did."
"Or in even less wonderful places." Teddy grinned. "Now... how do you feel about trying out those new acquisitions?"
"I thought you'd never ask," said Andrew. "My flat this time, okay?"
"Okay," said Teddy. He quite enjoyed visiting Andrew, although more often Andrew had stayed with him. "Should we pick up some lunch first?"
"I have food in my fridge. We can have something easy like toasted cheese, and then figure out dinner later. There isn't any reason why you can't stay tonight, is there?"
Teddy shook his head. "No, but next Sunday I'm going to spend the day at my dad's; he wants a father-son day for some reason." He added the last to forestall any suggestion that Andrew might come along. Not that he'd usually mind having Andrew, just not this time.
"Oh, was that the owl you got this morning? I wondered. Maybe he and Sam are moving in together and he wants to tell you."
"I suppose that could be it," Teddy said, a pang going through him. He reminded himself that even if that were the case, he would still have his final lesson, and that was worth looking forward to. And after that... he'd feel as if he were ready to really have sex with Andrew. Even if Remus insisted, and Teddy knew intellectually, that what they'd been doing was sex, somehow the idea of penetration, of cock in arse, seemed more real, more serious, than anything he'd ever done.
From down an alley and behind a rubbish bin where no one would see them, they Apparated. Teddy went first to his own flat to pick up his plugs, as well as the two Wizarding books that Remus had lent him, then on to Andrew's where they ate lunch hastily, both agreed without needing to talk about it that they wanted to get to the trying-out part as soon as they could.
They retreated to the cool darkness of Andrew's bedroom, took off each other's shirts, and spread their loot out on the bed--Andrew's new plugs and Teddy's already well-used plugs, and the new nipple clamps that shone even in the dim room. Teddy placed the bottle of lube there, too, as well as Remus's books.
"That's quite a haul," observed Teddy. "If anyone were to burst in right now, they'd think we were quite the pair of perverts."
"We are a pair of perverts," Andrew reminded him with a grin, and Teddy laughed.
"Then let's get to it," he said. Andrew said that he thought this was a brilliant idea, and Teddy wondered aloud what they should try first.
"We could look at the books to get some ideas," he said, knowing full well that that was not what either of them wanted to do first. "Or... I suppose we could try out the clamps, and then I could fuck you with your new plugs."
"I vote for that last idea," Andrew put in, and Teddy smiled.
"I thought you might," he said. He dropped the books on the floor and put the rest of their things on the nightstand, keeping them within easy reach, but held on to the clamps.
"Okay," he said, trying to remember that he had to act like he'd never tried these before. "Let's, um. I think they unscrew like this." He demonstrated, keeping his movements purposely clumsy but, he hoped, not overly so. When he had loosened one clamp, he handed it to Andrew. "Ready when you are," he said with a shaky breath.
"You sure?" asked Andrew.
Giving a shrug, Teddy said, "Only one way to find out."
"Okay, then." Andrew kissed Teddy's mouth, then bent to affix the clamp around one nipple. "I'll tighten it now, if you want," said Andrew, and Teddy nodded eagerly.
He hissed with pleasure, letting his head fall back as Andrew tightened the clamp until he finally had to choke out, "Enough--enough." The sensation was familiar, yet somehow even more erotic than when he'd done it with Remus--probably because he was with his boyfriend, he told himself, and not his dad, and they were exploring, not teaching or learning.
"Too tight?" Andrew looked worried.
"I think it's okay for now... if I were going to wear them all evening at a club I might want it a little looser, though," said Teddy. He took in a breath and let it out. "Wow. You can put on the other one."
This time Andrew kissed Teddy's bare nipple before he attached the clamp, tightening it the same as the first. He ran a finger along Teddy's breastbone, between the two, saying, "Those look really fucking amazing on you."
Teddy glanced down. His nipples were darker than usual from the pressure, and the two clamps gleamed against his skin. Andrew was right; if he saw these on someone else, he'd think the same.
"They feel good," he assured Andrew. "They hurt just right." He took Andrew's hand and guided it to where his prick was already poking stiffly at the restraint of his underpants. "See?"
Andrew rubbed him through his trousers for a moment. "Mm hm. I think we should finish undressing now, don't you?"
Moving his arms to take off the rest of his clothes made the clamps pull slightly. Teddy shivered, watching Andrew's fit body emerge from layers of winter clothing, thinking that in just over a week, he'd have found out what it was like to have a cock up his arse, and after that, he and Andrew could try it together. Not that this wasn't going to be good, too, or that he thought he wouldn't want to still use plugs and other toys at least sometimes. He licked his lips.
"Which plug do you want to use?"
Andrew picked all three of his up, turning them over and hefting each in his palm. "You used the smallest one on me last time, right?
"That's right." Teddy waited. He didn't really care what Andrew chose tonight, although he thought it would probably be a good idea to work up to the largest before he tried putting his cock in.
"Maybe--start with the small one, and then try the medium after a bit?" said Andrew hesitantly.
"That's what I did," agreed Teddy.
"Okay, then." Andrew handed those two to Teddy, putting the largest plug back on the night stand and picking up the lube.
"Here, let me," said Teddy. He took the lube from Andrew and spread it over the small plug, swirling his fingers over it in what he hoped was a sensual manner. "Ready?"
Andrew had settled himself amongst the pillows and raised his knees, spreading his legs wide while Teddy finished preparing the plug. "Yeah, definitely," he said with a grin. He held his stiffening cock in one hand and dragged the fingers of the other down over his bollocks, then across his arsehole.
Teddy couldn't wait to see Andrew's pink arsehole stretching and accepting the plug, and he walked forward on his knees until he was comfortably settled between Andrew's open legs.
"All right," he said, and he leaned forward and kissed each of Andrew's thighs before licking a stripe up the centre of his bollocks. Andrew shivered and groaned Teddy's name, his prick standing at attention, and Teddy smiled and kissed Andrew's thighs again, then smeared lube over his arsehole.
"Going to do it now," he said, his voice rough, and he inserted the tip of his index finger into Andrew's puckered hole.
"Yes, Ted, fuck," said Andrew. "Put it in."
Teddy suppressed a laugh and pressed his finger in a little further, loving the tight, suckling heat of Andrew's hole. "Someday soon it'll be my cock in here," he said, waggling his finger a little for emphasis, "But for now--"
He extracted his finger and pressed the tip of the smallest plug to Andrew's hole.
"For now, you'll fill me with the plug," Andrew gasped as he felt the cool rubber touch his skin.
"You're bloody right I will," replied Teddy, and he eased it in, inch by inch, taking it slowly as his father had taught him in order to maximise Andrew's pleasure and minimise his discomfort.
"Don't forget to breathe," Teddy reminded Andrew, watching his face, and Andrew exhaled, then sucked in a breath, his eyes fluttering open to meet Teddy's gaze.
"It's fucking brilliant, Ted," he said. "I l-love it."
"Black's a good look for you," said Teddy, admiring the way that the black plug emerged from the pinkness of Andrew's hole.
He twisted it, altering the angle until Andrew gasped, "Ohfuck," and Teddy knew he'd found Andrew's prostate. He repeated the motion a few times before pulling the plug mostly out and sinking it in again, over and over, Andrew rocking to meet him.
"Ah--that's--yeah," Andrew sputtered, not very coherently, his hand tugging at his prick. "Ted..."
"D'you want more?" Teddy had started rolling his own bollocks with the fingers of his free hand. "Want me to try the bigger plug?"
Andrew nodded. His face was flushed and he brushed away the hair clinging damply to his forehead. "Please, yeah."
Teddy left the small plug in Andrew's arse while he smeared plenty of lube on the medium-sized one. His nipples were almost numb by now, until he jostled one and bit his lip at the renewed sensation. He didn't want to stop to take them off, though.
"Gonna switch over," he warned Andrew, and tugged the small plug away, setting it aside. "Relax--push against it." The larger plug slid in a couple of inches without difficulty. Teddy soothed Andrew's thighs with his other hand, and bent over to kiss the base of his cock.
"Oh," cried out Andrew as his arsehole stretched around the widest part of the plug.
"Did that hurt?" Teddy held still.
"N-no. Just full." Andrew breathed rapidly. "'S okay. Keep going."
"You look really, really hot like this," Teddy told him, and with a slow but steady push, thrust the plug the rest of the way in. "Okay now?"
"Yeah." Andrew swallowed. He reached for Teddy's hand, holding the plug. "Move it with me?"
Together they fucked Andrew's arse, each of them gripping his own cock as well, until Teddy couldn't bear the pressure on his nipples any longer.
"Fuck," he swore, giving in, "Andrew, I'm sorry--I've got to--" He took his hand from the plug and gestured to his nipples. "I've got to get these off. I'm sorry."
It took a moment for Andrew to fully realise the situation, lost as he must have been in sexual bliss, but it was apparent when he did, for his eyes widened and he propped himself up on his elbows.
"Fuck, Ted, I forgot you had those on," he said. "Do they hurt?"
Teddy shook his head. "I've gone a bit numb," he answered, his voice hoarse, "And I kn--I think that when we take these off, it's going to hurt. Blood rushing back to the area and everything. Um."
"So maybe," said Andrew, "I could take them off you while you touch yourself. Sort of take your mind off things. Let me just take this out first, it'll distract me too much."
Teddy cast a reluctant glance at the black plug disappearing into Andrew's hole, a thin rim of pink showing around its base. "Yeah," he said, "we could do that." He watched as Andrew eased the plug from his hole, wincing only a very little, and set it on the nightstand.
"Come here, then," said Andrew, sitting against the headboard.
Teddy sat so his back was against Andrew's chest. "I'm sorry about--" he said, gesturing towards the plug looming on the nightstand.
In response, Andrew just licked Teddy's neck and drew a hand up his chest. "I liked being fucked," he said, "but I like watching you touch yourself, too. And now I get to watch over your shoulder. So touch yourself for me, Ted."
A whimper escaped Teddy's lips and he did as instructed, trailing his fingers up and down the length of his cock a few times, then wrapping his fingers around it and beginning to pump it in earnest. Andrew's hands danced over his chest, circling around and around his nipples, until they bumped one of the clamps and Teddy almost screamed.
He let the pain flow through him, though, and controlled his breath, letting it out in a long, slow hiss and jerking his cock a little harder. It was horribly painful, there was no doubt about it--maybe a little more painful than Teddy would usually like, considering he'd left them on longer than he'd planned--but he found the spark of pleasure hiding within the pain, and he concentrated on that, smearing precome over the head of his cock as Andrew began to ease the clamp from his left nipple.
Teddy could feel Andrew's prick pressing against his back, and he focused on Andrew's stabilising presence, on his own hand on his cock, as the blood began to flow back into his nipple.
"Sh, sh," Andrew murmured. He put the clamp aside and stroked Teddy's chest, not touching too close to where his nipple now throbbed painfully. "Okay, Ted? Ready for the other one?"
Swallowing, Teddy said, "Wait just a minute." He took a few breaths. "All right."
Andrew slid his fingers over to Teddy's right nipple, jostling the clamp and apologising quickly as he began to remove it. Tears sprang to Teddy's eyes at the sensation, and he brushed them away almost angrily with his left hand as his right continued to pump his cock, the pleasure and the pain together sending the blood rushing to his brain.
He was dimly aware of Andrew holding him close, rocking against him. He whimpered again, needing, and Andrew licked the shell of his ear, sucked on his earlobe, bit delicately at his neck. Teddy's hand flew faster over his cock.
"That's right, Ted," Andrew breathed. "Touch yourself."
Andrew's bollocks nestled against Teddy's arse, his prick throbbing hot against Teddy's back. Teddy suddenly longed to have that prick inside him, those bollocks slapping against him, but he'd made a decision and he would wait. He twisted his head awkwardly to bring his lips to Andrew's, their mouths joining in a fervent kiss.
The pain had diminished, now, so that when Andrew's hand slid over Teddy's nipple on its way downward, it only brought Teddy closer to orgasm. He had intended to use one of the plugs on himself, but the urgency of the moment predominated and he choked out, "Andrew--help me--yeah," as Andrew started to caress Teddy's cock.
He came in a haze of white heat, blood pulsing in his cock, his nipples, pounding in his throat where Andrew's lips had fastened. It took several moments for him to recover.
"Sorry," Teddy said when he realised that Andrew had been waiting patiently for him. "Wow, though. That was awfully intense."
Andrew kissed him. "Do you think I could try those clamps, maybe?"
"Of course, if you want. But I think let's not tighten them so much, and not leave them on you so long." Teddy shuddered. "It was a little much, although I'm not sorry to have pushed as far as I could handle."
"Well, we can take it further next time," said Andrew, his voice strangely breathy. He still held the clamps in one hand, and he put them into one of Teddy's. "Will you?" he asked.
Teddy wanted nothing so much as to roll over and have a nice, long nap, but Andrew had been more than accommodating to him, and Teddy knew it would be awful of him not to return the favour. He nodded and they switched positions, Teddy with his back against the headboard and Andrew with his back against Teddy's still-sensitive chest.
When he began to screw the clamps on to Andrew's nipples, Teddy gave a lick to Andrew's neck, murmuring, "Tell me when they're tight enough."
"I will," said Andrew, and he sucked in a breath, then whimpered. Teddy privately thought that he personally could have--and, indeed, had--taken much more than Andrew had, but he kept that thought to himself and kissed Andrew's neck again.
"Good?" he asked.
"I--I don't know," said Andrew, "It hurts like anything, but there's--I think I get it. There's a little pleasure sort of mixed in with the pain. Does that sound sick?"
"If you're sick, then so am I," said Teddy, "because that's exactly how it feels to me. Shall I do the other?"
After a moment's hesitation, Andrew nodded, and Teddy affixed the other clamp to Andrew's other nipple, careful to pay close attention to the sounds Andrew was making, and priding himself on getting it just tight enough, stopping before Andrew said anything.
"Now touch yourself," said Teddy.
"Help me," said Andrew, and Teddy did, stroking Andrew's cock with one hand while Andrew stroked his own bollocks. Teddy let his free hand wander up and over Andrew's chest, then, as if by accident, bumped against Andrew's left nipple. Andrew let out a whimpering howl, and Teddy quickly took his hand away.
"Too much?" he asked.
There was no sound for a moment; Andrew was holding his breath.
"Breathe, you berk," said Teddy, and nudged him. "You okay? Too much?"
"No." Andrew's voice was strangled. "Do that again. Please."
Teddy wasn't sure about this, but Andrew said he wanted it, so--Teddy jostled the clamp on Andrew's right nipple this time, and Andrew howled again.
"Ohgod, ohfuck, yes," he babbled, pushing his cock into Teddy's hand, "again, Ted, ohfuck..."
When Teddy did it a third time, Andrew came, his body arching as his spunk spurted through Teddy's fingers. Teddy held him until he stopped shaking.
"Let me take these off," Teddy suggested, reaching for the clamps, and Andrew nodded without meeting Teddy's eyes.
Carefully Teddy loosened and removed first the left, then the right clamp, and Andrew winced and bit his lips as he did so.
"Are you all right?" asked Teddy when he had finished and laid them back on the night stand with the other things.
Andrew shook his head just a fraction.
"Did I hurt you?" Even though he knew he hadn't tightened the clamps enough to be really painful, Teddy was worried; not everyone could handle pain well, he knew that just from watching his dorm mates over the years at Hogwarts. "Andrew, please, look at me."
Finally Andrew did. "It hurt some, but..."
"I liked that it hurt." Andrew shook himself like a wet Crup. "You saw. I really liked it. I feel like a real pervert; I mean, fancying a bloke, okay, perverted maybe but not that weird, I realise now. But this was something I didn't know about myself and I'm not sure I'm happy about it."
"No, Andrew, it's okay," said Teddy, feeling slightly panicked. "I mean, just because you liked this doesn't make you a different person than you've ever been. You're not going to demand that I beat you, or anything, right? Playing around with stuff like this is just supposed to be fun, try out different things to see what you enjoy. If you like something a lot, that's the whole idea."
"I'm not sure anymore how much I liked it," Andrew replied.
"Why? Because you're feeling wrong about liking it now? Don't, Andrew. It looked to me like you liked it quite a bit, and--and if you think you're a pervert for liking it, then you're calling me a pervert, too, and I'm not sure I can let you say that." Teddy frowned at Andrew and crossed his arms over his chest.
"God," said Andrew, burying his face in his hands, "Fuck. I'm sorry." He didn't sound very sorry, though, gritting his teeth as he spoke and spitting out his words. But before Teddy could spit back, he took a deep breath and his stance softened--Andrew was embarrassed, not hostile, and probably didn't know how to act at all.
Not that Teddy knew, either, but he tentatively moved forward and put his arms around Andrew. "Hey," he said softly against Andrew's bare shoulder. "Hey. It's okay. Because--because I don't think you're a pervert--I don't." His words began to come out all in a rush. "You'd have to do some really bizarre stuff for me to think you were a pervert, like, I don't know, those pictures we looked at where the one bloke was pissing on the other, and even then I'd probably indulge you once or twice, okay, because I love you."
As soon as he said it, Andrew tensed, and Teddy winced. He hadn't meant to say that, no matter how he was certain he felt, not for months, and probably not even then unless Andrew said it first. Fuck! It hadn't been long enough, not nearly long enough--they were each the other's first real boyfriend, for god's sake--what had he said?
"Fuck," he said, moving away, "I'm sorry." He sat on the edge of the bed, stupid and naked and vulnerable, and waited for Andrew to say something. Anything.
For what felt like twenty minutes but was probably more like twenty seconds, neither of them moved. Teddy waited to hear a breath or a rustle of bedclothes, but he heard nothing until Andrew heaved a great sigh.
"Wow, Ted," Andrew said, and the fact that he said Teddy's name caused hope to rise in Teddy's chest, but he beat it back down again, waiting.
The bedclothes did rustle, then, and Andrew sat beside him, their naked thighs just touching. Teddy could feel the heat radiating off Andrew's skin.
"I hadn't exactly planned on saying that," Teddy said, looking at his hands.
"Did you mean it?" Andrew asked.
Teddy swallowed hard. He could backtrack, play it safe, or he could tell the truth. "Yeah. I mean it. I just wasn't going to say it yet."
He waited. Andrew was silent, and again the waiting seemed to stretch out forever before he finally put a hand on Teddy's knee.
"I--I love you too." His voice shook. "I've never said that to anyone but my family before."
They both turned their heads to look at each other at the same moment. Andrew's face was even redder than Teddy thought his own probably was. Teddy reached up and brushed Andrew's fringe back from his eyes, and leaned over to give Andrew a kiss on the cheek, but Andrew tilted his face and they bumped noses instead, making Teddy laugh, and after an instant, Andrew too.
Teddy put his arms around Andrew. "I wasn't going to say it yet, but I'm glad I did."
"So am I," said Andrew.
The rest of that afternoon and evening took on a golden glow for Teddy, both then and looking back later, but he couldn't have said what exactly they did or ate or talked about to save his life; he just remembered the bubbling happiness he felt.
He was still elated the next Sunday when he went to his father's house, even though the knowledge that this would be their final lesson brought a pang. But he also was looking forward to learning what Remus had to teach him, things he'd be able to share with Andrew afterward.
"You look like you're in a good mood," said Remus when Teddy came in and found him in the living room. He was drinking tea, as usual, and wearing his cardigan and slippers. He took off his reading glasses and ran a hand through his hair.
"I am. So do you." Teddy plopped down in one of the other chairs.
Remus smiled. "Sam and I are going on holiday to France in a couple of weeks; I'm looking forward to it."
"That's why you wanted to have our last lesson today," Teddy guessed, and Remus nodded.
"It seemed as if it would be a good idea to finish them before I leave. I assume you do still want to?"
"Oh, yes," said Teddy fervently. He looked at his father, unfashionable and even staid, and remembered the very different way that Remus had appeared during their previous lessons, and felt himself getting hard already at the thought that soon, soon, Remus's cock would be inside him. "I want to."
"I'm glad," said Remus, and he said no more for a moment, just smiled at Teddy and finished his tea.
"I had planned to have a nice, long talk with you before this lesson began," he said, setting his teacup and saucer on the table beside his armchair, "But then I realised that, since we've made it this far, and since you've behaved admirably as of late, perhaps we don't need to do so after all."
That was fine with Teddy--as much as he did like talking with his father, he was already excited enough as it was for their final lesson, and a talk to delay things would have disappointed him, a little, though he wouldn't have dared say so to Remus.
"We'll talk in the bedroom, though, right?" he asked, hoping he didn't sound overeager.
"Oh, indeed," replied Remus, "I think we'll have a lot to talk about when we get there."
When they had ascended the stairs, Teddy turned left to head into the guest bedroom, but Remus stopped him, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"We won't be in there today," he said. "Come with me." He held out his hand, and Teddy took it, wondering, and Remus led Teddy into Remus's own bedroom.
The shades were drawn and the room was dim, but Remus had put candles and stumps of candles on nearly every flat surface, and their flickering light threw strange shadows around the room. The bed was covered with a new duvet, one that Teddy hadn't seen before, a deep, rich red that looked as though it would be unbelievably soft to the touch, and there were thick pillows all along the headboard, numbers of them in all shapes and sizes, rich golds and reds and burgundies.
Teddy turned to his father, his eyes shining. "Did you do this for me?" he asked in wonder.
Remus nodded, a slow smile spreading across his face. "I did," he said. "What do you think? Will this do?"
Teddy didn't want to ask how his father had afforded the new bedclothes and pillows, so he just squeezed Remus's hand and closed his eyes for a moment, revelling in the fact of how very lucky and how very loved he was.
"This is brilliant, Dad," he finally breathed. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Remus pulled Teddy close and held him, just the way he'd done since Teddy could remember. "I'm very proud to have you as my son, and I wanted to do something special for this final time," he said quietly.
Teddy hugged Remus back as hard as he could, not even thinking for the moment about sex, just about what a wonderful father Remus was and always had been. "I love you too."
With a final hug, Remus let go. "Are you ready?"
"I'm ready," Teddy said, his heart beating fast, wondering if the "bedroom talk" Remus had mentioned was dirty talk. "Should I undress?"
"Not quite yet. Just take your shoes off for now," said Remus, stepping out of his own slippers and then going to the bed and stretching out on it. From the way Remus moved, Teddy suspected that he was just as aroused as Teddy himself, even if he was better at not showing it. "Come here. I want you to think about all the lessons you've had these past several months, and tell me some of what you've learned from them."
So that was the sort of talk Remus meant, at least to begin with. Well, Teddy could handle that all right.
"Sex isn't just about penetration," he began, and grinned at his father. "Um. I have to admit that I still have a hard time with that one, although I've definitely learned that there are a lot of quite amazing-feeling other things to do. But I'm still looking forward to learning about penetration tonight."
"Fair enough." Remus smiled in return and touched Teddy's lips. "Go on."
Teddy kissed Remus's fingertips. "Kissing is worthwhile in itself. And touching. And there are a lot of places besides the other person's lips and cock that can be fun to kiss and touch. Listening to what your partner says, or the noises he makes, or seeing the way his body moves and reacts, are important ways to find out if he likes what you're doing, or if he finds it boring, or if it even maybe hurts.
"Dad, can I ask you about something related to that?"
"Of course. That's been the whole point of these lessons, hasn't it, so that you can find out whatever it is you feel like you don't know yet but need to?" Remus looked at Teddy seriously. "You can ask me about anything at all, and I'll do my best to answer as fully and truthfully as I can."
"Okay." Teddy swallowed. "I know you said that you don't really enjoy pain as part of, well, sex play." He paused, and Remus nodded. "Um. After our last lesson, I bought some nipple clamps. At Prowler. When you saw me there last week." He knew that he didn't need to explain that, but he was nervous, trying to think of how to ask his question without telling Remus more about Andrew than Andrew would want him to know. "If someone likes the way they hurt him, maybe even comes from it, that's okay, isn't it? I mean it doesn't mean he's sick or crazy, right?"
Remus frowned. "Not at all, Ted," he said, reaching out to stroke Teddy's chest through his jumper. "Just because one person doesn't like something doesn't mean someone else is sick or wrong to like it. Are you having trouble?"
Teddy knew that by "you", Remus really meant "you and Andrew", and he hastened to set his father's mind at ease. "No--we're great. Really great. It's not, um--" He paused again.
"You don't have to explain, Ted," Remus said then. He propped his head up on his elbow and looked at Teddy. "Just remember this, please. If you and your partner, whomever it may be, enjoy whatever you're doing, and you're not doing anything that will cause lasting harm to anyone, then keep doing it. Keep enjoying yourself. Promise me you will."
"I will," said Teddy.
"A little tweak on the nipple or a smack on the arse isn't 'lasting harm'--it's fun, and for more people than you'd probably ever guess. If you find pleasure in something, go with it. Explore it. You can back off if it ever becomes less than fun. But, no, I guess my short answer--not that I ever give a short answer, do I?--is no. Neither you nor Andrew is sick or crazy if you enjoy the way your nipple clamps hurt."
Bizarrely, Teddy wished Andrew could have been there to hear Remus's speech, for Teddy himself felt reassured, even though he hadn't been too doubtful in the first place.
"Thanks, Dad," he said. "That's good to hear."
"I know this is our last lesson, but that doesn't mean it's the last of our communication. I want you to feel you can still come to me--to ask me questions, to discuss problems, to share joy, or anything at all in any part of your life. Including your sex life, as blunt as I suppose that sounds."
Teddy nodded and swallowed around the lump that had formed in his throat. "I will," he said, "I still will." Remus had mentioned joy, and Teddy wondered if he should tell his father about the latest golden joy in his life, the declarations he and Andrew had shared, but he couldn't think of a way to put it that wasn't awkward, so he kept it to himself for the time being.
"And--well, I'd tell you to tell Andrew that I'd be happy to talk with him, too, if he ever has questions, although I suppose he might feel awkward asking me because of you. But tell him anyway." Remus gave a sudden, impish grin, and Teddy could see for a moment the boy his father might have been. "I promise I won't teach him the same way I've been teaching you, in case you're wondering."
"Okay, I'll tell him," Teddy promised, although he suspected Remus was right. "Um. Things I've learned. I think I've pretty much said them all now."
Remus gave a slow nod. "All right. There's one that I especially want you to remember, though, because if you've learned that, everything else will probably be okay. You've already more or less said it, actually. Listen to your partner, and tell him--or her, if it ever happens to be a her--the truth about how you feel too. If you can communicate honestly, you should be able to solve any problems the two of you have, or realise that they're not solvable and that you'd be better off apart, maybe still able to be friends."
"I understand. I guess Victoire and I have kind of ended up that way now. I'm glad that I told her what was going on with me, even though we'd already broken up by then."
"That's good," Remus agreed.
"Can we get on to the rest of the lesson now?" asked Teddy a little plaintively, before his father could think of anything else that might delay it.
"Yes." Remus laughed. "We'll practise what you've already learned, and then move on from there."
He had hardly finished saying the words when Teddy reached for him and began to unbutton his cardigan. "Good."
Mindful of the lessons, though, Teddy didn't rush through removing Remus's clothes. He finished unbuttoning the cardigan and began on the shirt beneath, glad that Remus wasn't wearing anything below that today, so that he could press soft kisses to each inch of his father's chest as it was revealed in all its scarred beauty. It was beautiful to Teddy, scars and grey hairs and loose skin and all, because it was part of someone he loved. He revelled in the comforting familiar scent of Remus's skin as he breathed it in, his tongue exploring, tracing paths along the scars that led him to a nipple which he suckled on.
Remus's hand stroked Teddy's hair, his back, and the sighs that Remus gave told Teddy that Remus was enjoying this very much. He wriggled upward and kissed his father's mouth.
Remus kissed him back, soft flickering kisses that almost weren't there, as if he were holding back for some reason.
"Oh, my boy," Remus sighed against Teddy's mouth, between kisses, "I do love you so."
He began to kiss Teddy in earnest, then, stroking his jawline and neck, causing Teddy to shudder.
Remus made a sound in his throat that was almost a chuckle. "You've always liked that, haven't you?" he asked, and Teddy nodded, looking into his father's eyes.
"Thanks to you, I found that out," he said, "I found out that just touching can be really bloody brilliant." He kissed Remus again, then sat up. "Let me undress you more, please, Dad," he said, and Remus sat up as well.
"Today, anything you wish," replied Remus, and Teddy wondered if he had imagined the wistful note in his father's voice.
He must have done, for it was gone a moment later when Remus shrugged off his cardigan and shirt the rest of the way and lifted his eyebrows at Teddy and asked, "What next?"
Teddy wasn't used to being in charge; he faltered at Remus's question.
"A choice, then," said Remus. "Will you undress me the rest of the way, or shall I take off your jumper and whatever it is you happen to be wearing underneath?" His voice was different than it had been when they had first begun kissing; he had slipped back into his teaching mode.
"I--now me? Will you undress me, please, Dad?"
Remus leaned forward and kissed Teddy's cheek, then grasped the sleeves of his heavy woollen jumper. "Pull," he said, and Teddy pulled his arms out of the sleeves as Remus tugged the jumper over his head, leaving Teddy clad in a thin long-sleeved t-shirt which also had the benefit of being very nearly skin-tight. Andrew had praised his looks when he'd worn it before; he hoped his father would do the same.
"You look gorgeous today, Ted," said Remus, looking him over, and Teddy couldn't help but grin. He had planned it all, of course--in addition to the shirt, he had also worn his hair brown and on the short side, just starting to curl at the nape of his neck, the colour and length his father liked it best.
Remus cleared his throat and spoke again. "Every day, really. Andrew's a very lucky young man."
"Sam's lucky too," said Teddy, and Remus flushed.
"Well. Thank you." Remus ran his hand over the tight fabric that covered Teddy's chest, searching out and pinching his nipples. Teddy whimpered and arched up into the touch.
"I wasn't particularly intending to use any toys today, but would you like me to put the clamps on you?" Remus was using his teaching voice again as his thumbnail flicked a tight peak in emphasis.
Teddy swallowed and nodded. Remus's hands deftly pulled at Teddy's shirt, untucking it and pulling it off over his head as Teddy moved his arms cooperatively. Remus stroked Teddy's bared chest again, his fingers warm.
"All right, then."
Remus stood and padded across the room, returning with the clamps. He set one down on the night stand next to the bottle of lube that was already there and settled himself cross-legged next to Teddy. Before he fastened the other clamp, though, he leaned forward to kiss Teddy's chest, licking a wet spiral over Teddy's skin that ended at the sensitive nipple. Drawing back, he blew gently, and Teddy shuddered.
"Oh, Dad," he whispered. He stroked Remus's head and bare shoulders as Remus tightened the first clamp.
When both of them were on, Remus smiled at Teddy. "They look good on you, Ted."
"They feel good." The clamps were not as tight as Andrew had made them, but that was fine with Teddy; the level of sensation was one that he thought he could handle for however long this lesson took. He ran his hands through his hair, arching backward to show the clamps off.
"What now? Today is for you, remember," said Remus.
Today. The last chance he would have to be with Remus ever--he wanted to make it count. "I want to kiss you," Teddy decided.
Remus's expression flickered, but he put his arms around Teddy as they stretched out chest-to-chest on the bed, kissing him with the same attention and intensity that he'd shown earlier. The closeness of their embrace put a little pressure on the nipple clamps, and Teddy's pants grew tight as his cock hardened completely in response.
He wasn't the only one getting hard, either--he could feel his father's growing erection against his own hip, and he kissed Remus harder, wanting simultaneously to keep kissing for the rest of the afternoon, and to be fucked by that cock. Hard.
"Dad," he whimpered into the kiss, forgetting, for the moment, about taking things slow and applying all their previous lessons to this one. "Dad, I want you. Please. Inside me." His last two words were little more than a choked whisper, and he clutched at his father's arms and pressed their clothed cocks together, kissing him still.
Remus broke the kiss and gazed very seriously at Teddy, smoothing his fringe back from his forehead. "Shh, Ted," he coaxed. "We mustn't rush this. I--" Remus broke off, then took a deep breath. It looked to Teddy as if he were trying to decide whether to say what he'd begun to say.
"I want this just as much as you do, son," Remus said finally, his voice barely above a murmur. "But the last thing I want--and I suspect you must feel the same--is to have it all end too quickly."
Squeezing his eyes shut for a moment, Teddy took a deep breath. He knew Remus was right, and of course he felt the same way. It was just so bloody hard to control himself when he'd been looking forward to this moment for--fuck, months now.
"You're right, Dad," he said, opening his eyes to meet Remus's gaze. "I don't want to rush this. I just--" There were too many stimulating factors for Teddy to decide which were pressing on him the hardest--being in Remus's room, on Remus's bed. The candles. The new duvet and pillows. The clamps that were presently adorning his nipples.
And the finality of the whole situation--the realisation that Teddy was going to have one sweet taste of was he was certain would be Paradise, only to have it taken away from him immediately after.
"I just, I've been wanting this for so long," he finished lamely, and Remus smoothed his hair back again, and kissed him on his forehead.
"I know," he said. He took Teddy's hand in his and moved it so it was cupping his own erection. "Can't you feel how badly I want you, Teddy?"
Teddy nearly whimpered at the use of his childhood nickname, but he squeezed Remus's erection gently and let out a shuddering breath. "Can I finish undressing you, Dad?" he asked. Maybe that would distract him. Maybe.
Remus stroked his thumb along Teddy's cheek. "Yes." He rolled onto his back so that Teddy could unfasten his trousers, lifting his hips for Teddy to slide the fabric down.
His father's cock was clearly outlined against the white cotton of his pants, which Teddy had left on. He pulled Remus's socks off first and tossed them on the floor with the rest of his clothes, then rubbed his cheek over the hot bulge, the musky scent both arousing and soothing in its familiarity.
He slid a finger under the tight elastic, brushing against the damp head of Remus's prick and eliciting a harshly indrawn breath. Then, carefully, he used both hands to lift the waistband away and down, exposing to his eager eyes what he wanted so much.
"I'm taking the rest of my clothes off too," he announced, wriggling awkwardly to do so, kicking them away in a crumpled ball. The air of the room on his sweat-damp thighs and bollocks was almost like a caress in itself, but he wanted Remus's hands on him. "Dad?"
"Yes, Ted, what?"
"I don't think I'm going to be able to last very long at all," Teddy confessed, ashamed by his lack of control. "But I want to learn this both ways. Could you--would it be all right if I came now, so that I could do better later?"
Remus's smile had a trace of sadness in it. "My good boy, telling the truth. What did you have in mind?"
"You could suck me off?" Teddy's voice nearly broke. He steadied it and went on, "You know how to make that last... you did it once before."
He said it unthinkingly, but the allusion to the day that Teddy had seduced his father, the day he'd nearly ruined everything, made Remus's eyes grow suddenly dark, almost feral.
"Make it last... that's what we both want today, isn't it?" Remus growled. "Because it is the last time. Promise me."
"I promise." Teddy would have promised anything just then, with his father's breath hot against his belly. But he knew, he'd always known, that this could not go on. There was too much for them both to lose if they kept it up. And it wasn't just the fear of discovery of their affair that frightened Teddy. He knew that eventually it would start wearing on him--hell, it already did.
He wanted to be with Andrew, yes, but he wanted to be with Remus--with his father--as well. And that was something he knew he couldn't have.
Except this one last time.
"I promise, Dad," he said again. "I promise."
"Good boy," said Remus, and he arranged himself between Teddy's legs and began kissing his inner thighs, eliciting tortured whimpers from Teddy's throat. He murmured something the whole time against Teddy's skin, words Teddy couldn't quite make out, but Remus could have been reciting Hogwarts, A History for all Teddy cared; he was too focused on the sensation. The sensation which was now so erotic and so comforting at the same time, but which would soon be forbidden.
His father's lips travelling over his skin, his father's tongue flicking out here and there to lick, to taste, to tease. Teddy's bollocks were tight with need, and soon enough Remus was tonguing his way over them, and Teddy whined again and curled his fingers lightly in Remus's hair, watching his father taste him.
"Dad," he whimpered, and Remus said something against Teddy's bollocks that sounded like Patience, and Teddy focused on his breathing, trying desperately for the patience that he knew his father needed him to have.
Finally, bloody finally, Remus's fingers peeled back Teddy's foreskin, and Remus's mouth made its way up the shaft of Teddy's cock, and Teddy grabbed Remus's hair tighter. When Remus paused in his ministrations, Teddy realised he'd probably grabbed too hard, and he forced himself to release, to clutch at the duvet instead.
Then Remus began again, using those maddening little flicks of his tongue as he'd done all up Teddy's thighs and bollocks, and Teddy knew his cockhead was already leaking precome, and he watched with rapt attention as Remus's tongue darted out to catch the droplets before they pooled and ran down Teddy's cock.
"Gorgeous," he murmured before he could stop himself. Remus had once said it about him, and he'd said it about Andrew, and now, yes, his father was the one who was gorgeous, his pink lips wrapping around the very tip of Teddy's cock, his tongue massaging over the sensitive flesh. Teddy was almost shaking, it was so difficult to hold back now, but he wanted this to last as long as it possibly could.
He moaned, venting his frustrated need that way, and stared at his father's bent head, at the way his own prick made a bulge in Remus's cheek as his father took him in more deeply. The suction coaxed him to let go. His bollocks were throbbing and so was his cock, a maddening pulse.
When Remus scraped his teeth lightly over Teddy's skin, he cried out and came, the sheer overload of sensation overwhelming him. Remus stayed on him, swallowing, licking Teddy clean before relinquishing his cock to rest against his belly, slowly softening as Remus's hands soothed Teddy's thighs.
"Ah," Remus sighed. He ran his tongue over his lips as if savouring the last traces of the taste, and tilted his head to look up at Teddy.
"Thank you." Teddy whispered the words. He was torn, now, between wanting to do the same for Remus, taking this last opportunity to taste his father, and wanting Remus to fuck him as soon and as long as possible. If he sucked Remus, it might well cut into Remus's control; even if he didn't come in Teddy's mouth he might not be able to last as long in his arse afterward.
"You're welcome," said Remus gravely. He rearranged himself to lie partly beside, partly on top of Teddy, so that Teddy could feel the hard jut of Remus's erection against his own hip. Then he kissed Teddy, a soft, almost chaste kiss. "Better now?"
Teddy let out a shaky breath. "Much. Um. Is there anything I should do, that you want me to do, before you fuck me?"
Remus gave a convulsive shudder. "Do you even know how enticing that offer is?"
"I hope so." Teddy rubbed his nose against Remus's cheek and sucked on his earlobe for just a moment. He mumbled into Remus's neck, "I really want this, Dad. I want you, want it to be your cock first inside me."
"God, Ted." Remus squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them again, only inches from Teddy's. "No, there's nothing you should do. I'm going to prepare you first, stretch you, not with a plug but with my fingers, all right? The only thing is..." he hesitated.
"What?" Teddy didn't believe that Remus was going to back out now, but he didn't know what was going through his father's mind.
"You've seen pictures in the books we've looked at together; you know there are different positions we could be in, and some of those are more comfortable, or easier, than others. I have my own preferences, but I'm going to leave this decision up to you."
Teddy knew immediately what he wanted.
"I want to be able to see you, Dad. I want to be on my back."
Remus knitted his eyebrows together. "Are you sure, Ted? That can be more difficult."
"You said the decision was up to me," Teddy said, and he left it at that, and Remus nodded.
"So I did."
Teddy wouldn't have had it any other way. Every time he had imagined having his father fuck him, he'd been on his back, Remus above him. If he was on his hands and knees, which he took to be the easiest position, he wouldn't be able to see his father's face.
"All right," said Remus, "Let's prepare you." He moved slowly, though, and Teddy suspected that this was all a part of making the experience last.
Teddy lay back against the heaps of pillows, keeping his legs together until Remus instructed him otherwise, his cock softened now and resting against his thigh, and watched his father as he took up the bottle of lubricant from the bedside table and stashed it among the pillows.
"I'm going to lick you first," Remus announced then, "and then I'll prepare you with the lube and my fingers. I just want one last taste of you."
A whimper escaped from Teddy's throat before he even realised it. His father was being more honest today than he'd ever been in the past, and it made Teddy sick inside at the same time as it made him love and desire his father all the more.
Remus pushed Teddy's knees apart gently, kissing and licking his way up Teddy's thighs as he'd done only a little while earlier, but this time, Teddy knew Remus had a different destination. He heard his father whisper the cleansing spell, and a moment later felt the cool tingle that meant his arse was ready for Remus's tongue to breach it.
"Oh, please," he said, his voice a mere breath, and Remus murmured Yes against the skin at the crease where Teddy's thigh met his groin, and Teddy spread wider and arched up, ready for his father's tongue.
Remus slipped his hands under Teddy's arse, each palm cupping a cheek, to lift Teddy up and spread him wider still. Teddy watched Remus's face hover for a moment, his nose brushing Teddy's perineum--he's smelling me, Teddy realised, and it should have seemed filthy but somehow it wasn't, it made Teddy's heart ache instead to see how his father was taking this opportunity to memorise everything about Teddy that he possibly could.
Then Remus's mouth opened and his tongue darted out, and Teddy stopped thinking about anything except how good he felt. He loved it when Andrew rimmed him, but Remus had years and years of practise at this, and it showed. Remus pressed tiny kisses all around Teddy's arsehole, spiralling inward, and when he reached the centre his tongue slithered deep inside in one push. Teddy gasped.
He heard Remus chuckle, felt the vibrations of his father's laughter as just another stimulus that made him quiver, his cock stirring though his recent orgasm had been far too powerful to let him grow hard again yet.
Teddy reached between his own legs to brush at Remus's hair, flopping forward and tickling Teddy slightly. Remus's hands grasped Teddy's thighs more tightly as his tongue speared into his son.
"Dad," Teddy moaned, his hands falling back to his sides and gripping the duvet. He tried not to push his hips forward, but he couldn't help it; he needed more, he needed Remus to fuck him, put the cock he'd been imagining for months inside his arse.
Rocking against Remus's tongue, lost in sensation as Remus's fingers began to massage his flesh, Teddy barely heard his father say, "Lube now--it might be cold," and so he flinched when Remus's warm tongue disappeared and the cool gel touched him.
"Ssh, ssh," said Remus soothingly. He held Teddy's right thigh up with one hand. "You're doing beautifully, Ted, you're nearly ready. One finger first, although you could probably take two right now."
Remus's forefinger was more poky than a plug, but he quickly found and stroked over Teddy's prostate a few times before slipping out and returning with two fingers at once. Teddy welcomed them, rocking against Remus's hand.
"More, please," he begged, and Remus pushed a third finger in, filling Teddy almost as much as the large plug did, except that it was lovely to think that Remus was feeling him inside, taking what should be dirty and making it into joy.
"Ted... Teddy, my boy." Remus's voice broke. "Are you ready?"
"I'm ready. Please. I want you so much."
"I know, son," said Remus, and he brushed his lips over Teddy's. "I want you, too. Now, breathe."
Before Teddy quite understood why Remus was reminding him to breathe, Remus had slipped his fingers from Teddy and hauled himself up so that the tip of his cock was nudging at Teddy's entrance.
"Breathe," Remus said again. "I'll go slowly. I promise." He kissed Teddy's forehead, where beads of sweat were gathering, and Teddy finally started to breathe again, hyper-aware of the cock that was about to breach him.
And when it did--finally, after so many months of waiting--it was wholly unlike anything Teddy had expected.
He was accustomed to the warmth of a tongue, the flexibility of long fingers, the bulk of a plug. But Remus's cock was warmer, more alive, than anything that had ever been inside Teddy, though but an inch of it had breached him.
He let out a choked cry, clutching at his father, dragging him down for a kiss that contained everything Teddy had ever wanted to say to his father, but couldn't, quite. And Remus kissed him back, hard, all the while rocking his hips back and forth, thrusting himself further and further into Teddy until after what felt like an eternity, but wasn't quite long enough, Remus moaned into the kiss and sank home, his bollocks coming to rest against Teddy's skin.
Teddy was stretched beyond what he had once thought his limit. He wanted badly to hold his breath, but forced himself to breathe, reminding himself that this was what he had wanted, craved, sought after all these months.
He expelled a great breath and opened his eyes to find Remus gazing down at him, concern furrowing his brow and lust clouding his eyes.
"Are you all right, Teddy?" Remus asked.
Teddy gave a nod. "I'm all right. Just--if you could wait just a minute before you start to move, please?" His voice was raspy, and he swallowed hard.
Remus smiled and kissed him. "Of course," he said, though Teddy could tell it was taking a great effort for Remus to refrain from fucking him.
"I can't believe your cock's finally inside me," Teddy dared to say. "I can't believe you're finally going to fuck me, Dad."
"I can't either." Remus's voice was a rough whisper. "I..."
Remus shook his head. "It doesn't matter. All right?"
"Yeah." Teddy kept breathing carefully, trying hard to relax. He was so keyed up at the very thought of Remus's cock inside him that he thought he could have flown without a broomstick, or fought a dragon without a wand. "Um. I think you can move now."
He should have known that his father would be careful, Teddy thought hazily as Remus started to move, slow and gentle thrusts that were almost too mild. Then Remus shifted slightly, and Teddy gasped as Remus's cock rubbed against his prostate.
Remus caught Teddy's reaction and hummed, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiled. "How does this feel?"
"Wicked. Amazing," he substituted hastily, realising that "wicked" had meanings he didn't want to imply. It didn't feel wicked or wrong at all. It felt right, just right, that his father should be teaching him everything he so badly yearned to know.
"I'm going to move a little faster now," Remus said, but he kept up the same rhythm until Teddy nodded acceptance.
As Remus's strokes became longer, faster, Teddy marvelled at his father's self-control. Tentatively he put his arms around Remus, caressing his back and arse, and Remus said, "That's lovely, Ted, go on."
Teddy smiled to hear Remus still using his teaching voice--a close approximation of it anyhow--when he was, well, fucking. Maybe he could get Remus to lose some of that control? Not that it was going to be easy for Teddy to keep his own voice steady, under the circumstances.
"It feels amazing, like I said, Dad," he began. "I've imagined this so many times, you probably wouldn't believe it, but it's better than I ever imagined. God. You said that a plug was different from a cock. You're right. It's like, I don't know, like being part of you, and it's so good, I can't believe you're really fucking me, Dad, I love it so much, I wish it never had to end, I really do."
Remus's face had gone red before Teddy was a third of the way through, and his thrusts had sped up too, although Teddy wasn't sure Remus was aware he was doing so.
"Your cock is so big in my arse, so full, god, just fuck me, please, don't stop, don't, please..." Teddy had started to babble, he knew, but he didn't care, because Remus was growling and panting and thrusting hard, harder, the way Teddy wanted him to, not teaching any more, just fucking.
"I'm going to come, Teddy," Remus growled, "I'm going to come inside you." He said it through clenched teeth, as if it took his greatest effort to form the words, and Teddy threw his legs wider apart and arched up towards his father. He wanted to touch himself; his cock was hard again now between their bodies, but he wouldn't. Not yet. He would have his turn--this was his father's time.
"Yes, Dad, please, I want it, please," he babbled, and it was true, he didn't, couldn't want anything more at that moment than to have Remus come inside him, filling him with the seed that had created him.
And then Remus did, wrapping his arms tightly around Teddy, holding Teddy immobile as he thrust once, twice, thrice more into him, then shuddered and shouted and groaned his way through his orgasm, and Teddy knew it was happening, really happening; he could feel the hot rush of fluid inside him, could feel Remus's cock pulsing in his arse, and he held still, wide-eyed and clutching at his father as Remus began to come down from his orgasm.
"My boy," Remus finally managed against the skin of Teddy's chest, his breathing ragged. Teddy could feel Remus's heart pounding against his own, and the sensation made him feel slightly sick.