Teddy's brows wrinkled in confusion. "But...you told me to get on my knees. I thought you were going to let me be good for you."
"And good boys follow directions, don't they? I didn't say you could touch."
Teddy's hands immediately fell to his lap, and he bit his lip. "What do you want?"
What he wanted was to see Teddy's shoulders release their tension. What he wanted was to watch Teddy come apart. "I want you to get yourself off for me. Alright?"
Teddy nodded slowly. "Are you sure?"
Harry's entire body shook with the tension of holding back, but he did his best to keep his expression gentle as he nodded. "Pull yourself out for me. I want you to make yourself come."
Teddy eagerly undid his jeans and pulled out his cock. It was long, lean, and flushed red. Harry's mouth watered. He felt like the worst kind of pervert, but he was doing this for Teddy. Harry wasn't touching him, wasn't letting Teddy touch him. He was just giving Teddy what he needed, and surely that was alright. Admirable, even.
Teddy began to wank himself with rough, quick strokes, his breathing labored as he worked his wrist. He looked so beautiful as he bit his lip against the pleasure, and Harry needed to reach out and touch. Harry stepped forward, stretching out a hand and winding it through Teddy's silken hair. Teddy whined at the touch, and his hand sped up as he rested his cheek against Harry's thigh. Harry's leg burned from the heat of Teddy's cheek, and he carded his fingers gently through the technicolor strands of Teddy's hair. It wasn't enough, not nearly enough, but it would have to suffice.
"That's it, Teddy. You're doing so well for me. You're so good, such a good boy for me."
Teddy looked up, his eyes open and vulnerable. "Yeah?" His voice cracked and Harry's chest ached. "Am I your good boy, daddy?"
Harry's heart stopped, and he closed his eyes against a rush of head-spinning lust. His traitorous cock throbbed in his trousers. Harry could feel a wet spot forming as his prick leaked his arousal all over his pants. He shouldn't like that so much. It shouldn't thrill him to see Teddy look up at him with shining eyes as he pulled on his cock and called Harry his daddy. But it did, it so fucking did, and Teddy was close now, trembling and whimpering against Harry's leg.
"Yeah, baby. You're my good boy."
Teddy shuddered and came. He turned his head into Harry's trousers, his breath hot and damp as his come coated the floor. All throughout Harry maintained his gentle caress through Teddy's hair, ignoring the ache in his groin as he anchored Teddy through the aftershocks.
When Teddy had finally stopped shaking, he reached once again for Harry's flies. It took every single ounce of Harry's not inconsiderable willpower to grab his wrists, to not let the boy peel off his trousers and swallow him down into that warm mouth. But Harry knew he'd already crossed too many lines for one night, and this was one he shouldn't let Teddy drag him over.
"Please, Daddy," Teddy whimpered.
"I thought you were going to be good for me, sweetheart."
"I am!"
"Then I want you to get up and go to bed. You could use a full night's sleep."
Teddy nodded obediently—if reluctantly—and stood up. He looked hesitantly at Harry, and he looked so sweet that Harry couldn't help but pull him into a big hug. Though he carefully angled his groin away so that his erection wouldn't rub up against Teddy. Harry wasn't sure he'd be able to maintain his control if that happened.
"I'll see you for lunch tomorrow at the Burrow."
Teddy nodded again and smiled, looking more relaxed than Harry could remember him being for a long while. He darted in and placed a quick kiss on Harry's cheek, before disappearing into his room. Harry sighed and made his way to the Floo, a process made difficult by his still raging hard-on.
He started wanking himself the second he walked through the Floo, and he came in just a few short minutes to the memory of Teddy's soft hair and his breathy "Daddy." He headed to bed, and wondered if that would be the only time he would get to see his godson like that, or if it would happen again. Harry told himself that he hoped it was the former, that his resolve wouldn't again be tested by Teddy's desperate impulses. But he knew that was a lie.
"And good boys follow directions, don't they? I didn't say you could touch."
Teddy's hands immediately fell to his lap, and he bit his lip. "What do you want?"
What he wanted was to see Teddy's shoulders release their tension. What he wanted was to watch Teddy come apart. "I want you to get yourself off for me. Alright?"
Teddy nodded slowly. "Are you sure?"
Harry's entire body shook with the tension of holding back, but he did his best to keep his expression gentle as he nodded. "Pull yourself out for me. I want you to make yourself come."
Teddy eagerly undid his jeans and pulled out his cock. It was long, lean, and flushed red. Harry's mouth watered. He felt like the worst kind of pervert, but he was doing this for Teddy. Harry wasn't touching him, wasn't letting Teddy touch him. He was just giving Teddy what he needed, and surely that was alright. Admirable, even.
Teddy began to wank himself with rough, quick strokes, his breathing labored as he worked his wrist. He looked so beautiful as he bit his lip against the pleasure, and Harry needed to reach out and touch. Harry stepped forward, stretching out a hand and winding it through Teddy's silken hair. Teddy whined at the touch, and his hand sped up as he rested his cheek against Harry's thigh. Harry's leg burned from the heat of Teddy's cheek, and he carded his fingers gently through the technicolor strands of Teddy's hair. It wasn't enough, not nearly enough, but it would have to suffice.
"That's it, Teddy. You're doing so well for me. You're so good, such a good boy for me."
Teddy looked up, his eyes open and vulnerable. "Yeah?" His voice cracked and Harry's chest ached. "Am I your good boy, daddy?"
Harry's heart stopped, and he closed his eyes against a rush of head-spinning lust. His traitorous cock throbbed in his trousers. Harry could feel a wet spot forming as his prick leaked his arousal all over his pants. He shouldn't like that so much. It shouldn't thrill him to see Teddy look up at him with shining eyes as he pulled on his cock and called Harry his daddy. But it did, it so fucking did, and Teddy was close now, trembling and whimpering against Harry's leg.
"Yeah, baby. You're my good boy."
Teddy shuddered and came. He turned his head into Harry's trousers, his breath hot and damp as his come coated the floor. All throughout Harry maintained his gentle caress through Teddy's hair, ignoring the ache in his groin as he anchored Teddy through the aftershocks.
When Teddy had finally stopped shaking, he reached once again for Harry's flies. It took every single ounce of Harry's not inconsiderable willpower to grab his wrists, to not let the boy peel off his trousers and swallow him down into that warm mouth. But Harry knew he'd already crossed too many lines for one night, and this was one he shouldn't let Teddy drag him over.
"Please, Daddy," Teddy whimpered.
"I thought you were going to be good for me, sweetheart."
"I am!"
"Then I want you to get up and go to bed. You could use a full night's sleep."
Teddy nodded obediently—if reluctantly—and stood up. He looked hesitantly at Harry, and he looked so sweet that Harry couldn't help but pull him into a big hug. Though he carefully angled his groin away so that his erection wouldn't rub up against Teddy. Harry wasn't sure he'd be able to maintain his control if that happened.
"I'll see you for lunch tomorrow at the Burrow."
Teddy nodded again and smiled, looking more relaxed than Harry could remember him being for a long while. He darted in and placed a quick kiss on Harry's cheek, before disappearing into his room. Harry sighed and made his way to the Floo, a process made difficult by his still raging hard-on.
He started wanking himself the second he walked through the Floo, and he came in just a few short minutes to the memory of Teddy's soft hair and his breathy "Daddy." He headed to bed, and wondered if that would be the only time he would get to see his godson like that, or if it would happen again. Harry told himself that he hoped it was the former, that his resolve wouldn't again be tested by Teddy's desperate impulses. But he knew that was a lie.