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25th March 2010 21:31 - DD Birthday Fic: 'Curiouser and Curiouser' Harry/Charlie NC17
Title: Curiouser and Curiouser
Author: [info]softly_sweetly
Based On/Inspired By: Fascination by [info]fanlay
Characters/Pairings: Harry/Charlie, (Charlie/Other)
Rating: NC17
Content/Warnings: Various implications of open marriage, voyeurism and D/s.
Word Count: ~1900
Summary/Description: Harry had walked in on a moment he had no right to see, and no amount of lust, desire or single-man fantasies made it okay for him to stay and see Charlie in a light no one was meant to see him in but his husband.
Author's Notes: [info]fanlay I hope you don't mind my telling a story from your art which you possibly didn't imagine when you drew it, but I love Fascination, and this is the back story that came to mind the first time I saw it. Plus, you're stunningly talented :D. Happy birthday, DD, may you live long and prosper porn. Thanks to my betas for last minute awesomeness! As the title betrays, I just saw Alice in Wonderland.





Christmas had come early. Roughly eight and a half months early. And it was wrapped up in more colours than Harry had ever seen on one person.

The tattoos that were displayed on Charlie's body in polite company were stunning, but the ones littering his chest were breathtaking. The intricate designs seemed to move over his skin as the candlelight caught them. Harry couldn't take his eyes off the flower that curved up along Charlie's shoulder and trailed down his chest, or the intricate design that curled up his thigh.

"Please..."

The word was a tiny, subtle whisper, but it made Harry take a step forwards, made him reach out his hand involuntarily. Charlie's robes were open, hanging off one shoulder and pooled around his body on the floor. Harry couldn't look away, greedily taking in every contour and line, memorising the parts of Charlie that he'd never had any excuse to look at. His eyes kept returning again and again to Charlie's groin, moving from the thick erection and tight red curls, to the tiny little arrow tattooed up the base of Charlie's shaft, which must have hurt like a Thestral-attack, but was the most perfect invitation in the world.

Harry hadn't exactly been quiet coming up the stairs, and he wondered why Charlie hadn't moved, hadn't pushed up the blindfold covering his eyes and looked to see why his husband wasn't coming to him. Why Charlie hadn't taken offence at the fact Harry was in his house uninvited, ogling him shamelessly. And that question was suddenly the most important thing in the world, and Harry had to know the answer. So he crept into the room, staying in the shadows and walking around until he could see why Charlie wasn't moving. Soft rope was wound around his wrists, binding them together, Charlie's fingers flexing and the muscles in his arm defined by the soft light.

Harry had walked in on a moment he had no right to see, and no amount of lust, desire or single-man fantasies made it okay for him to stay and see Charlie in a light no one was meant to see him in but his husband.

But said husband had told Harry to come by tonight, to drop by and pick up 'something of interest' while they were out. Harry had demanded that whatever would interest him should be brought into the office, but had been assured that it couldn't be brought in. And a naked Charlie definitely couldn't be brought into the Ministry without causing serious havoc. Not that Harry thought for a minute that he was meant to see Charlie like this; clearly his visit had been forgotten about, and he should leave before he did irreparable damage and made Sunday lunch at the Burrow painfully uncomfortable.

Just as he turned to leave, Charlie spoke again. "He said you'd be interested?"

Harry was so interested he was in danger of destroying his trousers, but that still didn't make this okay... did it? Along with the bondage Harry had noticed the wand, in easy reach to be Summoned. If Charlie had wanted to, he'd have called for his wand and released himself, probably giving Harry a black eye for his trouble too. Harry had heard the rumours, of course, but dismissed them as just that. They seemed such a normal couple that the water fountain gossip seemed scurrilous, something dreamt up by the next Rita Skeeter wannabe.

"He doesn't know who you are, if that's what stopping you."

Harry jolted, automatically reaching for his wand only to have it shoot out of his hand and clatter out into the hallway. He hadn't even noticed the dark shadow in one corner of the room, but as it shifted, and he met eyes in the half-light, Harry believed every rumour he'd ever heard. And doubted every time Charlie had attributed some new bruise or rope burn to life on the Dragon Reserve.

"The way you look at him across the dinner table, it's painfully obvious just who you're thinking of every time you pick up some nameless guy and then drop them a few weeks later."

"I don't... Charlie I..."

"He can't hear you. Deafening spell. You aren't the first, so don't flatter yourself. But normally I make them wear a blindfold too. So you can stay, and see where it goes, or leave, and Merlin help you if you breathe a word of this to anyone else."

Chewing on his lip, Harry's eyes flicked between the shadows and Charlie. The fact that the description of him had been dead on, right down to the fact he didn't even know some of the men's names, would have unsettled him if he hadn't been so distracted by Charlie. Hell, even his husband had factored into Harry's thoughts on more than one occasion. Stepping forwards again and reaching for his fly, Harry paused and looked across the room. "You're staying?"

"You think I'm leaving him alone with you before I'm sure?"

Answering a question with a question was one of his more annoying habits, and Harry was strangely reassured to see that some things transferred from the office to the bedroom. At least now he had an answer for why all their interactions had contained a hidden meaning recently, why he'd left each of their conversations feeling like he'd been flirted with, but not knowing why. Why conversations had been subtly manoeuvred to cover Harry's feelings on open marriages, on power play, on kinks of varying levels. God, he was dim at times; how could he not have seen this sooner, have put the pieces together quicker. How could he know the rumours and still fail to notice when he was being pulled. Hermione would be ashamed of him if she found out.

Of course, Hermione could never find out. Ever. Especially because Harry couldn't be entirely sure he wasn't hallucinating.

"Suit yourself." He managed to sound more confident than he felt, undoing his trousers and shrugging his robe to the floor so it wouldn't get in the way. With each step he took closer to Charlie, Charlie twitched, leaning forwards in tiny increments each time Harry moved. When he was finally stood close enough that he could feel Charlie's breath on his hand, Harry reached out and stroked his fingers down Charlie's cheek, making Charlie moan softly. With his other hand he took his shaft, pressing the head of his dick against Charlie's lips and running it over them softly. Harry nearly bit through his lip when Charlie's lips parted slightly, tongue peeking out to flick over his slit, collecting the bead of fluid there and disappearing back into Charlie's mouth as quickly as it had come out.

Then it was like a dream. The candles helped give the world a fuzzy edge, helped Harry's consciousness zero in on only him and Charlie, helped him ignore the man that sat in a chair and the soft sound of palm on shaft. Like the most natural thing in the world – and not a bizarre, erotic, impossible meeting that Harry was sure had fallen straight out of his own late night fantasies – Charlie's mouth opened wider, and Harry slipped his hips forwards, cock sliding into Charlie's mouth with ease.

The fingers that had traced down Charlie's cheek wove into his hair, and Harry held on tight, angling Charlie's head with more force than he'd intended. But Charlie didn't back away, and no admonishments came from the shadows. Harry tugged on the soft red strands slowly, pulling further out until Charlie moaned around his cock. He didn't have to angle Charlie this time; Charlie acted of his own accord, tipping his head and taking more of Harry's cock into his mouth. Looking down, Harry just watched as Charlie's nose pressed into his pubic hair, mouth hanging open as he felt Charlie's lips around the base of his shaft. Charlie's throat was warm and welcoming, and Harry had to fight not come right there and then, or to cling onto Charlie and keep him in place when he began to move backwards. But Charlie had to breathe, and Harry needed the moment of respite when Charlie's mouth left his cock to gather his thoughts and uncross his eyes. The tiny indentation in Charlie's cheek from the zipper on Harry's trousers was the most alluring thing he'd ever seen.

Suddenly cold, Harry snapped his eyes up and looked across the room to be met with a small smirk. "You look better without clothes."

The knowledge that he was being watched just as much as Charlie in this exchange did nothing to quell Harry's arousal. In fact, it was stoked surprisingly. Besides, it wasn't like Harry could complain; he had another man's husband on the end of his cock, and if that man wanted Harry naked, Harry wasn't going to protest. Letting his free hand drop onto Charlie's shoulder, Harry pulled Charlie softly, coaxing him forwards until Harry could see all of his cock disappearing into Charlie's mouth. It was harder to forget about the other person in the room, but the feeling of eyes on him made Harry bold, and he stepped to the side slowly, pulling Charlie around without letting Charlie's mouth leave his cock, and giving their viewer a profile shot. Each time Harry pulled Charlie a little harder, Charlie responded, speeding up to match the pace Harry was setting for him. Harry couldn't keep his hips still, couldn't stop himself from thrusting forwards into Charlie's mouth, relishing the soft gagging sounds that came before he pulled out and let Charlie gasp for breath. He was so close to the edge he could taste it, and Harry tightened his grip on Charlie's hair, holding him in place and thrusting his hips to find the right tempo, pushing himself to the moment when he was ready, and keeping Charlie steady as he tipped over the edge. Curling over Charlie's head as he listened to the sound of his own breathing, and Charlie swallowing.

Stepping back, Harry looked across the room, suddenly helpless. He wanted to collapse, because his knees wouldn't hold him up much longer. He wanted to go again, to invite in their watcher, wanted to do everything and nothing, but had no idea whether he could or not.

"You should go."

"I... yeah, okay."

Dressing quickly, Harry took his wand when it was handed to him, feeling suddenly confused. He was walked to the door as though he'd just dropped ‘round for coffee, but the lingering pleasure was far more than even the best cup of coffee could produce.

"I'll owl you about coming over again, if you enjoyed tonight?"

"I did," Harry looked up, trying to find an unspoken answer to his question. There wasn't one, so he asked, "Why?"

"Charlie's had a thing for you since you outsmarted a Horntail, and I certainly wouldn't kick you out of bed. Besides, your experience with the media means you'll understand the need for discretion."

"Heh, yeah."

"Now, I have a husband to see to, and you have a home to go to. Goodnight, Harry."

"'Night." Harry stayed on the porch long after the door had closed, though he knew he wouldn't be able to hear a thing. Chances were, dinner at the Burrow would definitely be an uncomfortable affair for the next few months. But Harry would be waiting for that owl regardless.
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