"Language!" Harry snapped back, reflexively. He was still reeling, adrenaline rushing through his veins as unwelcome images danced behind his eyelids.
Teddy scoffed and glared. "I'm twenty, not some little kid anymore. Why'd you have to go and chase him off?"
Harry sighed in frustration. How could Teddy ask that, after what Harry just walked in on. "He was—he was forcing you, making you…"
Teddy blushed, but his glare didn't diminish. "He wasn't forcing me. I asked him to do that. I wanted to."
Harry's eyes widened, and his stomach twisted as he remembered the sight of Teddy on his knees, that big bloke's hands fisted roughly in his hair while he told Teddy to beg to suck Daddy's cock. Maybe Teddy thought that's what he wanted, but that bloke wasn't treating him right. Harry could tell from the look in his eyes and his too-aggressive stance that he wouldn't have taken No for an answer. Teddy didn't realise that he'd been in over his head.
"Did you even know him at all? Know his name? Did you make sure that it was safe before you took him home with you." Harry couldn't bear the thought of somebody hurting Teddy, and he shuddered to think of what may have happened if he hadn't decided to pop over to Teddy's flat when he did. Harry knew all about having a need inside of you, of feeling desperate to act out your deepest fantasies. That was no excuse for carelessness, though.
"I can take care of myself, Harry. I don't need you to protect me. I don't need you telling me what to do."
"It sounds like that's exactly what you need, young man." Harry's voice was deep and authoritative, his fear and guilty desire making him reach for control.
Teddy's eyes widened at Harry's words, and he bit his lip as his hair quivered into a vibrant magenta. He tried to twist his face into something dismissive, but it didn't hold. His gaze kept flicking back to Harry, his eyes filled with confusion and something that looked a lot like arousal. Much to Harry's shame, his heart raced at the sight.
He knew it was wrong for him to look at Teddy and want—he'd known it for years now. Teddy was beautiful, vibrant and young and full of life. He was his godson, and not for Harry to put his pervy hands on. But how could Harry stand by and watch Teddy turn to somebody else, somebody who could be dangerous? Teddy had lost so much, and Harry had always done his best to be there for him. He hated that there was something that Teddy didn't think Harry could give to him.
"If...If you need something, Teddy, then just tell me. I can—"
"You can what, Harry? You can give me what I need? Going to let me be your good little boy? Let me call you Daddy while you—"
"On your knees." It took Harry a moment to realise that the command had come from him. He'd spoken instinctively, only wanting to stop Teddy from talking, needing to do whatever he could to prevent that edge of hysteria in Teddy's voice from creeping higher. Teddy looked at him in shock.
"What?"
Harry hesitated, but he couldn't miss the wide-eyed hope in Teddy's eyes. Softer now, he said, "If you want to be good for me, then get on your knees."
Teddy gasped and sank to his knees without a second thought, his head tilting up so he could look at Harry. His eyes were vibrant blue and so grateful, full of adoration and surprise and pleasure.
Harry's stomach roiled with guilt and lust. He felt frozen to the spot, unable to move or speak. Harry hadn't thought this far ahead, hadn't thought about what to do next, how to give Teddy what he needed. But Teddy seemed to have a plan, and he reached for the waistband of Harry's trousers, his fingers brushing against the hard length of Harry's trapped erection. Oh how Harry wanted it, but he knew it couldn't be that. It was one thing to do this for Teddy, to be this for Teddy. But it was another thing entirely to take his pleasure from Teddy, and take advantage of the situation.
Pairing: Harry/Teddy
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~1,500
"What the fuck, Harry?"
"Language!" Harry snapped back, reflexively. He was still reeling, adrenaline rushing through his veins as unwelcome images danced behind his eyelids.
Teddy scoffed and glared. "I'm twenty, not some little kid anymore. Why'd you have to go and chase him off?"
Harry sighed in frustration. How could Teddy ask that, after what Harry just walked in on. "He was—he was forcing you, making you…"
Teddy blushed, but his glare didn't diminish. "He wasn't forcing me. I asked him to do that. I wanted to."
Harry's eyes widened, and his stomach twisted as he remembered the sight of Teddy on his knees, that big bloke's hands fisted roughly in his hair while he told Teddy to beg to suck Daddy's cock. Maybe Teddy thought that's what he wanted, but that bloke wasn't treating him right. Harry could tell from the look in his eyes and his too-aggressive stance that he wouldn't have taken No for an answer. Teddy didn't realise that he'd been in over his head.
"Did you even know him at all? Know his name? Did you make sure that it was safe before you took him home with you." Harry couldn't bear the thought of somebody hurting Teddy, and he shuddered to think of what may have happened if he hadn't decided to pop over to Teddy's flat when he did. Harry knew all about having a need inside of you, of feeling desperate to act out your deepest fantasies. That was no excuse for carelessness, though.
"I can take care of myself, Harry. I don't need you to protect me. I don't need you telling me what to do."
"It sounds like that's exactly what you need, young man." Harry's voice was deep and authoritative, his fear and guilty desire making him reach for control.
Teddy's eyes widened at Harry's words, and he bit his lip as his hair quivered into a vibrant magenta. He tried to twist his face into something dismissive, but it didn't hold. His gaze kept flicking back to Harry, his eyes filled with confusion and something that looked a lot like arousal. Much to Harry's shame, his heart raced at the sight.
He knew it was wrong for him to look at Teddy and want—he'd known it for years now. Teddy was beautiful, vibrant and young and full of life. He was his godson, and not for Harry to put his pervy hands on. But how could Harry stand by and watch Teddy turn to somebody else, somebody who could be dangerous? Teddy had lost so much, and Harry had always done his best to be there for him. He hated that there was something that Teddy didn't think Harry could give to him.
"If...If you need something, Teddy, then just tell me. I can—"
"You can what, Harry? You can give me what I need? Going to let me be your good little boy? Let me call you Daddy while you—"
"On your knees." It took Harry a moment to realise that the command had come from him. He'd spoken instinctively, only wanting to stop Teddy from talking, needing to do whatever he could to prevent that edge of hysteria in Teddy's voice from creeping higher. Teddy looked at him in shock.
"What?"
Harry hesitated, but he couldn't miss the wide-eyed hope in Teddy's eyes. Softer now, he said, "If you want to be good for me, then get on your knees."
Teddy gasped and sank to his knees without a second thought, his head tilting up so he could look at Harry. His eyes were vibrant blue and so grateful, full of adoration and surprise and pleasure.
Harry's stomach roiled with guilt and lust. He felt frozen to the spot, unable to move or speak. Harry hadn't thought this far ahead, hadn't thought about what to do next, how to give Teddy what he needed. But Teddy seemed to have a plan, and he reached for the waistband of Harry's trousers, his fingers brushing against the hard length of Harry's trapped erection. Oh how Harry wanted it, but he knew it couldn't be that. It was one thing to do this for Teddy, to be this for Teddy. But it was another thing entirely to take his pleasure from Teddy, and take advantage of the situation.
"Stop, Teddy."