Stephen Cornfoot (stephen_c) wrote in our_playground, @ 2008-04-03 17:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | adrian, stephen, terry |
RP: Your Spells, Sirs - Part 2
Date: 8 February 2006
Characters: Terry, Stephen, Adrian
Location: Hogsmeade,
Private/Public: Private
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Stephen & Adrian have sex. And lots of it. After Terry's gone, which he appreciates.
Summary: Terry's finished the research for Adrian and Stephen, so goes to give them to good news.
( RP: Your Spells, Sirs - Part 1 )
Adrian moved closer without hesitating, his fingers stroking through Stephen's hair. "You have no idea what it does to me when I hear you say that," he admitted, smiling. "Armani baby sounds feasible. I'm sure most designers have baby departments now- Dior, Gucci, I know there's more. Plus the French baby clothes used to be brilliant; I bought Violet the Jacadi shop."
He frowned and shook his head. "I wouldn't want to bring them up without you," he pointed out. "And I know I could do it but they'd probably end up spoiled rotten- I couldn't tutor Henry and Elizabeth like you or bring up Andrew like they would."
"Oh, good, because you are mine and any time I see any one too close to you, I want to slam you against a wall and fuck you until we're both too sore." His hands moved Adrian's botch, touching and squeezing. It wasn't even jealousy. He knew that Adrian wouldn't cheat on him, but it didn't take away that urge. "I'm never leaving you, do you understand? Never doing anything that would take me away form you." He would get out of Upper Slaughter, and the first sign of trouble, he'd apparate away. He only needed Adrian to trust him.
"We can go anywhere. I told you I don't mind," he said. "We can spend as much as you want, and buy everything you like." He smiled and kissed Adrian. "They aren't exactly giving them to you. We're talking emergencies, and you'd do a great job. Tutors can be found, what kids need is love and discipline, and you can do it."
"Whilst that plan has its merits, I suspect we'd have to move the fucking to somewhere more private," he said with a small smile, biting at his jaw playfully before he looked a bit more serious, all of his worries and fears slamming back into him. "I know you wouldn't, I just- God, I really don't like this fucking plan. You're the one doing the most dangerous work and we don't know what his wards do- If he wanted, he could probably stop you getting out of that village."
He sighed, relaxing against Stephen and feeling completely drained. He wanted to be happy and not worried but everything and everybody seemed to be conspiring against him. "I don't want to talk about it. Not until you know if it's feasible."
Stephen nodded. "I know about the possibilities, Adrian. It's why I'm thinking of picking smaller homes at the edge of the town. Even if he stops us from apparating, we could fly out of the city limits and then Apparate. I'm not dismissing your concerns. It is dangerous, but the more we prepared the safer it will be."
He smiled softly. "All right, no more talking about this for now. We can talk about shopping, or you can tell me when's the next time that you have a morning shift followed by an afternoon shift the next day, or even a day free when I'm not working.... I got an invitation from Midori."
Adrian frowned but pushed the worry away, knowing it was unproductive when Stephen point-blank refused to listen to him and besides, he didn't want worry lines. They were hardly attractive.
"I have the rest of this- Well, I have a shift on Sunday night but the rest of this weekend off, I have Valentine's weekend off after bribing the other Aurors and I don't know after that, not yet," he admitted before raising his eyebrows and smiling a little. "You really do know how to change the subject, don't you? When and what for?"
"Not this weekend. You need to rest, and I'm not doing it when you're ready to collapse on me," Stephen answered. "We'll find another day, not on Valentine's day but maybe that weekend."
He smiled brightly. "You asked for a change; this is a change. She's throwing a party for no reason other than she wants to. It's the 23rd, so I don't know if you'll have time off. It's Saturday night. We'll see, though. She has parties every month, so I'm not worrying.
"I'm not ready to collapse on you, I have collapsed on you," he teased, dipping his head down to capture Stephen's lips. "Besides, I have plans for that weekend. We're not just sitting around and fucking. I'm taking you somewhere where you can be a geek for a day. Maybe... If I can tear myself away from you for long enough."
He smiled, glad Stephen knew how to get his brain off of subjects he didn't want to think about. "Might do, I can try to at any rate," he said, kissing him. "After all, I'm going to donate a fuck tonne of money next Thursday not-anonymously so Weasley will hopefully wizen up."
Adrian paused. "Do you want to go?"
"I know that, but I haven't planned anything yet. If we end up doing something that takes a toll, I certainly don't want to do it wnhe you're too tired," Stephen explained, before smiling. "We always end up fucking, no matter where we go, but if we can't seen next weekend, I'll just answer that we can't go to the party and we'll go next month. It's really not a big deal."
Stephen spread his legs so that Adrian could settle between them, and if in the process, the movement brought their crotches together, that was only a plus. "You do what you can and then we make a decision. It's not a big problem." He looked at Adrian for a moment. "I've been at her parties. I don't have to go, but I thought you wanted to. It's okay either way."
"I'll be fine by tomorrow, I just need a decent night's sleep which is why I'm going to be boring and go to bed early tonight," he said, moving his fingers over Stephen's face. "We can next weekend if we want to. It's not like we're going to be disturbed; trust me on that one."
Adrian shifted with Stephen, smiling when the movement brought their crotches together although he was almost too tired to rub up against.
Almost but not quite.
"Okay," he agreed, matching Stephen's stare. "I do want to go, you just didn't seem that enthusiastic."
"Still not doing anything this weekend other than fuck and rest, and eat, because you always need food," he said with a grin. "There is no rush, baby. We can do this at our leisure."
He grinned when Adrian rubbed against him. "You could be comatose and still trying to have sex. I love you so much for that. All that speech about sex not mattering is total bullshit. I can't imagine our lives without sex."
Stephen shook his head. "I want to go, but I don't want you to feel that we must, and I'm certainly not going unless I know you can handled it. I want this to be an enjoyable night, not something you'll regret in the future."
"Baby, you don't need to rest, you'll go insane if you stay in bed all weekend when we're not fucking," he pointed out. "And I wasn't suggesting that we do it this weekend, I'll be far too drained come Sunday but you don't have to treat me like an invalid. I'm just tired not about to die."
He chuckled, pulling Stephen's arms around his back because he was craving contact now he finally had some. "You're no better," he pointed out before balancing his weight on one arm, his other hand snaking down to cup Stephen's crotch. "And besides, sex always matters with us."
Adrian watched him for a moment longer before shaking his head and kissing him. "I'd never regret anything and I don't feel like we have to. I'd like to but only if you think I can do it."
"I didn't say you're about to die, simply that I don't want to scene this weekend. Other than that, we can do what you like. Maybe go out for dinner tomorrow night, see a film, whatever you want." Stephen would be more than happy to see Adrian do something he enjoyed.
He laced his fingers behind Adrian's back and rocked into Adrian's hand. "Sex is fucking fantastic, just the way it should be. We were never too good with the going slowly thing, were we? Not when we were kids, not now."
Stephen smiled. "I'll get you ready if that's what you want. That's why I refuse to go unless we have the time to do go through things first. We have three days and four nights, we'll find the time, I'm sure."
"I want to see a film," he decided, knowing it would take his mind off of things for a while and besides, action films or horror never failed to entertain him, no matter how cringe-worthy the dialogue was. Even if he got bored, it wasn't a complete loss- He could always pay more attention to Stephen than the film. "Maybe go shopping tomorrow afternoon? Now that the sales are almost over, the new collections are coming in."
He smiled, squeezing slightly through his robes before grinning and undoing the fastenings enough to suck him off, raising an eyebrow at Stephen questioningly. "Do you want me to? I'm never good with going slowly full stop," he admitted. "And you're too gorgeous for me to ever even try going slowly. As soon as I sensed you were sort-of interested, that was it," he added.
"I thought I was supposed to be doing what you want?" he teased, "I do want you too, if only to see if I do like it or not. If I don't then it's no problem, we don't have to do it or go to her party... If I do then it's great, right?"
"Shopping and a film are fine as long as they come with dinner and pop corn," he answered grinning. "See what I do for you. I'm even volunteering to go shopping for as long as you want." Considering the new collections had just arrived they'd be there for a long time.
Stephen groaned at the loss of contact and then Adrian was asking questions. "Okay, new rule: no questions when your hands are near my cock. You can ask me all you want later, but I think it's a bit too late to go slowly. I'm not going to stay celibate now that we're bonded. Before... I don't know, I can't imagine us getting into a relationship before the sex. We were both terrified of a relationship and I was sure that you'd run long before there was a chance."
He chuckled at the comment. "Yes, but that doesn't mean that I'd force you to go to one of those parties. All right, we'll try next weekend and then we decide if we can go or not."
"Dinner and popcorn would be the perfect accompaniment," he answered, smiling. "And shopping is hardly an imposition. If we go into- When we go into Boss, we can fuck in the changing rooms. They're huge and with the amount of money we'll both be spending, nobody's going to care."
He moved down Stephen's body until his mouth was sliding over Stephen's cock, eyes on him as he sucked, cheeks hollowing slightly. Pulling off - there was really no reason not to tease - he replied. "God, no. If it wasn't for the sex and the sarcastic but entertaining conversations between, we wouldn't have had a relationship. Still if Boot and his badger want to take it slow, that's their business."
Adrian smiled, murmuring "Perfect" before moving his mouth back down again, not stopping until Stephen's cock hit the back of his throat, swallowing around him and sliding down further till his lips hit the base.
"Fine, we can go anywhere you want and do anything you want." At the moment, Stephen would have agreed with anything. He chuckled. "With all the money you're going to spend, you mean but that's okay, you can buy anything for you or me, okay? No bitching about it, no questioning, not saying that it's too much."
Stephen reached down, putting his hand on Adrian's cheek. "I'm sure that there are people that would agree. I'm just not one of them. I want you too much to go with slow." He fought to bring oxygen to his lungs. It was impossible when Adrian's mouth was all around him, how and wet, making his eyes roll back with pleasure. "God, baby, you feel good."
"Now I know you're trying to cheer me up," he said as he pulled off with a lewd popping sound, grinning somewhat wickedly. "Although I was never planning on taking no for an answer, just so you know. I don't ever shop just for myself."
He slid his mouth down again, groaning around Stephen's cock when he touched his cheek, angling his head so Stephen could feel his cock pushing against it as he bobbed his head up and down, eyes still on his husband. At his encouragement, Adrian smiled with his eyes instead of his mouth, pulling his head up to graze his teeth just so on the nerves on the underside of the head before moving his mouth back down again and sucking harder than before.
"I'm trying to see you happy and if spending money does the trick, then go ahead, I won't stop you," Stephen said, smiling. He still didn't like it, but until their last discussion, he hadn't understood how important it was for Adrian, or maybe he'd known all along and it had finally penetrated. Making a point wasn't as important as making Adrian happy.
"Just like I won't stop you when you decide to suck my cock like a pro... Jesus, you're a lot better than you have a right to be." One day, he'll ask just how he'd gotten so good, but definitely not when his brain was being sucked out of his dick. "Fuck-" The stab of pleasure when Adrian used his teeth was amazing. "I love your mouth."
Adrian didn't reply, knowing there was no need to. Stephen wouldn't stop him, he could spend far too much money and feel happy about it and then they could eat dinner and go to the cinema both feeling content. Adrian really thought it was the perfect plan.
He didn't let up at Stephen's words, the praise if anything only spurring him on. His cock was half-hard under his robes, there was no way he could deny he got off on sucking Stephen off, but he didn't care about himself, he'd save that for later if they fucked as he supposed he'd pass out afterwards.
Moving one hand, he played with Stephen's sac, thumb sliding between his balls and separating them before he slid his hand back over his perineum. He swallowed around Stephen's cock, feeling his throat contract around him, knowing how tight it would feel but didn't stop there, using wandless, silent magic to lube up two fingers. Slowly pushing them both in, he searched for Stephen's prostate, rubbing his fingers over it once he found it and watching Stephen intently.
Stephen loved blowjobs, but he'd spent his adult life staying in control at all times, and that's why he had a love/hate relationship with Adrian's mouth. He was oh so very good, doing everything just right, making him see stars way too soon, until he was lying there, moaning nonsense, not able to think of anything, just wanting and needing.
He spread his legs wider, bending them so he could push back against Adrian's fingers, fucking himself with complete abandon. "Oh God... Adrian, you need to fuck me... oh shit, please... give me more." His voice cracked when Adrian stimulated his gland over and over until Stephen couldn't even speak.
Adrian could tell the minute Stephen finally stopped trying to keep up the pretense, the relaxation and moaning the only clues he needed. "So fucking gorgeous," he murmured as he pulled off, tongue playing with his slit, spreading the precome around the head before moving his lips down once more.
He moaned when Stephen pushed back against his fingers, rubbing and pressing on his prostate even after he was beyond speaking. He reached for one of Stephen's hands and placed it on the nape of his neck, giving Stephen tacit permission to fuck his mouth, looking up at him and watching, wanting Stephen to know that it was more than okay.
"If you stop again, I might kill you," he panted. He was only partly joking. Adrian's mouth was too addictive not to feel that way. "You need to fuck me... like yesterday."
When Adrian pulled his hand, he realised what he wanted, and Stephen was perfectly all right with it. They could get to the fucking later. He brought both hands to Adrian's head and began to rock his hips, pushing his cock inside Adrian's mouth. It was slow at first, but soon he lost all form of control, and just took what he needed, movements getting more erratic as he got closer and closer. Soon enough, he was coming inside Adrian's mouth, the memory of a sixteen year old trying to pull back flashed in his mind. It wasn't something that crossed his mind now.
Adrian would have laughed if he could but he didn't, continuing to suck because he knew Stephen was being rather serious even if killing wasn't an option.
When Stephen's hands moved to his head, he moaned around Stephen's cock, his own cock filling out almost completely just from the touch. He let Stephen do what he wanted, opening his mouth wider and making sure to cover his teeth, sucking just as he knew Stephen liked until the movements became jerkier, less graceful, and Adrian was prepared when Stephen came, swallowing down every last drop of come.
Moving his head up, he rested it on Stephen's thigh and gazed up at him contentedly. "I love seeing you lose it like that. You have no idea how gorgeous you look- I'm going to film you on that camera I bought you for your birthday one day."
Stephen looked at Adrian, somewhat incoherent at the moment, but a big, content smile on his face. "Ohh, kinky, and you certainly have my permission for anything kinky." He didn't know if he liked proof that he lost it completely every time Adrian's mouth was on him, but he figured it couldn't be worse than doing it live, and Adrian would be the only one to watch it.
He looked at Adrian. "So, are you planning on fucking me? Or do I have to send you an invitation?" He spread his knees as far as he could. "Is that good enough as an invitation?"
"You'll agree with me," he said, sounding self-assured. "There's no way you can't once you watch yourself. You just... Lose it. I love seeing you like that and knowing my mouth's the only thing keeping you there."
He kissed Stephen's thigh and shook his head. "I'll save this till later. I just know I'll pass out as soon I come and I don't want to wake up just before dinner or I won't sleep properly," he said, smiling. "Besides, I want to make you come when I fuck you and there's not much chance of that right now, is there?"
"I doubt I'll care about watching myself, but you'll be in the video, so that's all right," Stephen said with a grin, but then nodded. "I know. It's why I don't like it. I don't lose control during sex... or I didn't until you came along. We can do it, though. I'll do anything you want."
Stephen reached out for Adrian. "Not fair. You shouldn't have started anything if you didn't want to finish it." He shook his head. "You've got to give me a few minutes if you want that, baby. You could get me there if you wanted to."
"I'd forgotten I'd bought you that camera actually," he mused, brain already thinking. "Maybe I'll have to film some things so you'll forgive me if my shifts change and I'm late home."
He moved up Stephen's body and lay on his side between the couch back and Stephen, making himself comfortable. "I don't know why," he said, kissing Stephen's shoulder. "After all, you make me lose control pretty much every time you touch me. It's only fair that I can get the same results."
Adrian smiled. "I did finish it. I wanted to suck your cock, I did, you fucked my mouth and I got to swallow your come. If you want to be fucked, you can wait till later," He dipped his head, biting at Stephen's nipple. "I'll make it worth the wait."
Stephen snorted. "Sorry, baby, not quite the same, and we fuck enough that I don't need to jerk off when you aren't around." He kissed Adrian. "You know it's not the sex, I enjoy. It's sex with you."
He rolled to his side, giving Adrian room. One hand rested on Adrian's hip, while he rubbed circles with his thumb. "I don't know if it's fair, but it certainly happens often enough. I can trust you with that. I never trusted anyone else."
It'd be so easy to wipe that smile off Adrian's face. One hand here, another there, and Stephen knew he could make Adrian want to come and now, but Terry's news had changed his mood, and having Adrian close made things even better, so he was willing to go along with his husband. "I know you will."
"There I was thinking I had a fool-proof way of distracting you," he said, grinning. "I suppose I'll just have to fuck my way into your good graces, shall I?"
He pillowed his head on his bicep, the other hand touching Stephen's face, fingers tracing over his fingers. The hand on his hip was distracting and it wasn't doing anything to help his erection go down. "Are you trying to keep me hard?" he asked, amused. "Because that touch really is very distracting," he added.
"I love you," he said, leaning in to kiss Stephen. "You trust me, you love me, we're going to have a child... I never thought I'd have all of this."
"You are in my good graces, even when you act like a dick." For example, when he started yelling at Terry for no reason, but he didn't mention it. "We can still fuck, though."
Stephen shook his head. "I'm not trying anything. I just can't take my hands off of you." He kissed Adrian's forehead. "I can stop touching you if you like," he offered knowing that Adrian wouldn't take him on his suggestion."
He smiled suddenly. "Yes, we are. We are going to have children, and a family and we have a house that's really ours and we can have a good life there. This is a lot more than I had ever expected."
"I very rarely act like a dick," he pointed out. "I might think with it rather a lot but I'm usually rather good at not acting like one," He knew Stephen was thinking of his earlier behaviour and he sighed. "I haven't got any excuse for Boot except to say that he shouldn't talk about something he hasn't got a clue about and then have the idiocy to call me out on it."
Adrian smiled happily. "No, you can keep touching me. It might be making me hard but I like you touching me more," he replied, nuzzling Stephen's neck. "And I'm surprised too. God, that first night I was wondering if you were going to kick me out after we had sex and now I'm wondering what colour to paint the baby's room."
Stephen chuckled. "You used to act like one one a daily basis. You've... you've changed a lot this past year. As for Terry... he's not that different from me. He thinks of possibility and probabilities and balance of risks and benefits. It's easier to give everything a number. Add to that that he really believes in saving the world, and there you go. I just don't buy that last part. As I told Snape, if Half-bloods and Muggleborns have a problem with the Lestranges then they should do something themselves. I'm only taking care of our family."
He smiled as he continued to pet Adrian. "I would have never thrown you out, but deciding about the nursery, it's much more interesting, and I can tell you no pink or baby blue. We aren't furthering stupid gender differences that have no place in the modern world. Anything else is fine. I remember reading that newborns are stimulated by bright colours, even if people continue to use those stupid pastels that make me want to puke."
"I had to change," Adrian reasoned, knowing it was true even if he didn't like acknowledging it all too much. "If I hadn't, we wouldn't be here right now because you would have gotten sick of my attitude no matter how amazing I am. End of story."
He was surprised at the mention of Snape but didn't comment on it, choosing instead to nibble at Stephen's earlobe, licking around the shell of his ear with his tongue. He enjoyed this, touching and kissing and being idle and it took a while for him to realise he hadn't responded. "We can take care of each other," he said, knowing he meant every word.
"Are you secretly a feminist?" Adrian asked, not even bothering to hide his amusement, a big grin on his face. "And in that case, how about green... Slytherin green. Never to young to set him or her on the right path, hmmm?" he teased.
"Maybe, maybe not. I'd like to think that you changed, because of my bright personality, and wonderful common sense," he teased. "It doesn't mater though. We both changed, we found a way to make things work and that's all I care about."
Stephen smiled. "I know we can, and you always want to take care of me, but this is something I can do. I know you're afraid, but we'll get that done right too."
He snorted. "No, but if we have a girl, I refuse to let her grow up as if she has to follow roles. I've seen what those roles do to people, and it's not going to happen to our children. They should have the right to be free from what society expect, and Slytherin green might be a bit... too much. We could have the green as grass and then trees, and the stars on the ceiling. Something totally fun."
"A bit of that was involved too," he said affectionately. "But seriously, you know we wouldn't be together if I was still as stand-offish as I was and if you were still as skeptical as you were about us. I remember you once laughed when I said the word relationship."
He looked scornful. "I'm not afraid, don't make me out to be some kind of damsel in distress. I just... I don't like it, I can't have anything happen to you. Besides, we're not talking about it, remember?" he pointed out.
"Girl or boy, they're still going to be our heir or heiress," he answered. "Well, for everything but the estate but I'm sure nobody will care too much about that... But we're not bringing them up like I was brought up, like a typical heir. No way," he said emphatically. "That could work, I'm sure Tracey will freak out but that could be fun."
He pulled Stephen close enough to kiss, smiling into it. "You're going to be a daddy. We're going to have to tell William and Evelyn."
Stephen couldn't imagine them having anything remotely like this with the attitudes and beliefs they'd had only a year before. "It feels like a lifetime ago, but I know. I don't do relationships," he said with a grin. "Let alone monogamy or a bonding. Total rubbish, if you ask me. No man should ever be trapped into something made for breeding, do you hear? Completely unreasonable."
He snorted. "Right, you aren't afraid. You simply fear for my well-being, and by the way, in your scenario, I'm the damsel in distress... or I'd be if we were talking about it, which we aren't."
He took a deep breath. "I know, but an heir doesn't mean brainwashing the kid. She wouldn't have to get married to be something and he wouldn't have to do what we say... actually, regardless of gender, they should do what we say, because we're totally rational and we'd never pull any of the crap our parents pulled with us. Now, why would Tracey freak out. It's a room, a room with a forest painted in its walls. I know, the area near the waterfall at the manor. It's beautiful there, there can even be deer and peacocks. It'll be beautiful." He wasn't sure when it'll get used since they were at Hogwarts, but it was still nice. "We can tell them after we find the two women and get one pregnant."
"Completely unreasonable, I don't know how you put up with me and my beliefs," he said, kissing him just because he could before teasing him. "And you better believe in monogamy, baby, because even if you don't, you're going to be stuck being monogamous if you ever want me to touch your dick again. Hell, if you want to keep your dick."
Adrian looked thoughtful but shook his head, deciding that rehashing it again wasn't going to help. He wanted to add that Boot was the bumbling sidekick but knew better than to push his luck.
"Because Tracey believes in pretty pastels despite how retina-destroying pink Violet's room is," he said, smiling. "And I remember that part of the forest, we've fucked there on more than one occasion," He looked skeptical, kind of wanting to tell William and Evelyn straight away but Stephen knew them better and they were fucking with religion and nature. "Whatever you want, baby."
Stephen couldn't imagine wanting anyone else, for any reason. "My dick is safe, because I'm only interested in one man. I don't want anyone but you. I don't know if I believe in monogamy, but I certainly believe in us."
He made a face when Adrian started to talk about Tracey. "Oh good God, she can can keep her pastels and the pink away from us. No child of mine is going to grow up thinking she's a princess. She'll think that she's a genius and will invent the best potion or discover the answer to the meaning of life and it's not 42," he said, wondering if Adrian would catch the Muggle reference.
He grinned. "Yes, we did, and it's beautiful." He frowned. "You want to tell them, don't you?" It wasn't a difficult decision. He wanted to wait and keep it personal, but if Adrian wanted to tell them, then it was easy. "We'll tell them. I'm telling you, right now, you can have anything you want."
"I really don't know how you make things sound so sappy. It's a talent, baby," he said, wrapping himself around him nevertheless. "I thought you'd get bored before now, decide monogamy really wasn't for you."
He smiled. "Of course she'll be brilliant but I'm not sure room colour will decide that," he answered. "As for Violet, she's not the sharpest tool in the shed but she's got talent when it comes to Quidditch. She'll be the best player in her year at Hogwarts hands down," He frowned. "What does 42 have to do with anything?"
Adrian nodded. "I do but if you want to wait then that's fine too," he replied, not wanting to push Stephen into it. "Anything I want?" he asked, looking thoughtful. "How about a massage? I figure I deserve one with the last three days."
"Fuck you," he said without too much feeling. "I tell the truth. You infer whatever you want from said statements." Stephen shook his head. "Not once, baby. I've never had the urge to be with anyone else. I don't miss it, I don't look for it. It wouldn't happen if I were- never, I can't imagine a situation where I'd want to have sex with someone else."
Stephen grinned. "Actually, colours stimulate and make babies more responsive, just like classical music seems to make them calmer and more logical. I can pretty much tell you everything they have researched on children, mostly Muggle. I read everything when Evelyn was pregnant, and then brushed up with the boys. I'm sure there have been changes since Andrew was born, but it won't take long to catch up."
"You need to read more," he said, chuckling. "It's a Muggle book, funny as hell. I have it somewhere, it's called the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, and in there, they try to find the meaning of life and the computer comes up with 42, and... you really need to read the book."
He shook his head. "It's fine, baby. We can tell them on Sunday. You can make William all proud of us, and hug you, and I'm not even going to bother saving you from that. You might even get kisses from Evelyn." He kissed Adrian. "If I give you a massage, will you fall asleep? If yes, then it has to wait."
"I infer that you're a sap," he teased before kissing him. "I'm joking, sort of. You're not that much of a sap and I happen to like it anyway. Good, I don't want you with anyone else- Seeing those memories that you put in a Pensieve with me? God- I felt murderous every time somebody touched you."
He nodded, remembering the classical music thing. Tracey had had it blaring around her house whenever he'd gone around. "We can do whatever we want although it's not like we'll be using the room for more than the weekend, will we?" he asked, knowing Stephen had to officially live at Hogwarts whilst he was a teacher.
"I read just enough," Adrian said, not adding that all he ever seemed to read was case files in shitty handwriting. "But sure I'll give it a whirl."
Adrian frowned. "Oh god, no, that's not fair. I'll deal with the children, you can deal with William and Evelyn. I don't want hugs and kisses," he muttered ominously. "Maybe... Probably not if you keep talking to me. Please?"
"Baby, that was long ago and those memories were nothing." There had been too many men and none of them had meant anything. Liam was probably the only exception, but he was a friend, nothing more. "Only you."
Stephen knew that would end up being a problem, but they had to take one thing at a time. "I can ask for a bigger suite here, have a room for the baby and we can have a nursery here as well. You get to shop for two houses, and we'll go for the holidays and the weekends."
He chuckled. "I never see you read, but I'll give you the book. I think you'll like it." He shook his head. "Oh, I'm pretty sure we both will have to deal with them. They are going to have nephews, I'm pretty sure that gets a kiss." He did just that, pressing their lips together, before getting up. "On your stomach, baby."
"Good," Adrian said, not caring if he sounded selfish. Although his number wasn't as large as Stephen's when it had come to how many people they'd slept with, he'd tended to have week/two-week long stands, dumping them as soon as he'd gotten bored. "I can't imagine sleeping with anybody else ever."
He nodded, knowing that four rooms wouldn't be enough once the baby learned to walk and toddle. That plus he'd go insane with the crying for feeding if he had nowhere to escape to. "We'll cope," he agreed. "Although, baby... I don't want our child to grow up like Ben. He knows too much already. Hogwarts will never be new and incredible for him like it is for others," he added.
"I read plenty at work, I'm sick of it by the time I get home," he said, smiling slightly. "And I shall explain to them before I say a word that all kisses and hugs are to be directed to you seeing as you're the one knocking somebody up."
He rolled onto his front, smile already on his face. There really wasn't much in the world he loved more than having Stephen giving him a massage.
"I wasn't worried," Stephen answered. "Mostly because I'd kill anyone who tried to touch you, and then fuck you until you forgot all about it." He knew that Adrian wouldn't believe him, but hopefully they wouldn't have to find out.
Stephen nodded when Adrian talked about Hogwarts. "I know. I understand I'll have to leave Hogwarts, but at least, I can put one more year in the school. They won't be going anywhere without us when being toddlers. We wouldn't let them run around the school and talk to the students, so it'll be fine. We'll deal with it."
He settled over Adrian and began working the knots in Adrian's muscles. "I would read forever, but you know that, and we shall be parents. It doesn't matter who's the biological parent, so you get kisses too. Don't start wriggling out of things you don't like. There are plenty of things that you won't like to do."
"See, now you're tempting me," Adrian joked. "I'm kidding, baby, tempted as being fucked into oblivion is, I'd rather have the fucking without the cheating. Far more fun and a lot less lethal for the other party."
He sighed, not wanting Stephen to leave his job. not when it was so obviously not fair or what he wanted to do. "Can't you see if there's any way you can live elsewhere and still teach? You'll be miserable not teaching and we both know it; it wouldn't matter if we had a dozen children, you'd still be waiting for them to grow up enough to tutor."
He relaxed under Stephen's hands, moaning and murmuring happily every time Stephen released a knot. "It's not that I don't like it - although I don't - as much as they have no concept of personal space."
"I can manage fucking you into oblivion without the cheating. I just need to look at you for about two seconds," Stephen admitted.
He bent down and kissed Adrian's back. "I can't, baby. I know how Hogwarts works and I simply can't, but it's all right. If I had to pick between Hogwarts and a family with you, the second wins all the times. I guess we'll have to have a dozen, so they can keep me occupied for years, and you can spend a small fortune on them. We can have a full Quidditch team with reserves," he joked.
Stephen laughed. "No, they don't. In good and bad, my father always had his hands on us, and it kept going. You know I never thought about it until now, but yeah, Father always had his hands on us: a hand on the back, on our nape, guiding and keeping in check at the same time."
Adrian laughed and rocked his hips back against Stephen's crotch. "Is that so?" he asked. "If you look at me for a full-on minute, what does that get me?"
He shifted under Stephen's lips, cock getting rather interested again. "I don't like you having to pick at all, baby. You shouldn't have to," he said, knowing the rules of Hogwarts well enough. It didn't mean he liked them more now than he had then. "Let's see how we get on with one first, shall we?" he asked.
"My father didn't touch me except to hurt me," he admitted, no lonnger feeling guilty about it. "We're never doing the same."
"You get me hard and ready to fuck," Stephen answered, grinning.
"Oh shush. I'm fine. I'm a big boy, and I've made a decision. I want a child more than I want a job, and I'll find something else to do, something that doesn't require me to stay away from home," Stephen said. Yes, he hated the idea of not working and not earning and being financially independent, but this was more important.
Stephen continued to knead Adrian's back, moving down slowly. "One to start is just fine, and I wouldn't be able not to touch a child even if you insisted. Children should be touched. Do you know there have been experiments proving that infants that aren't touch when really young aren't as mentally developed as children that are, and before you draw the wrong conclusion, I wasn't talking about you. These were infants in orphanages where no one ever touched them. That's... sad."
"That's good to know," Adrian said, looking back at him. "I'd say what happens if you look at me for two although usually we have our robes off and we're halfway to fucking by that point."
Adrian looked thoughtful. "How about research seeing as that's what you like to do the most? Have you ever had the time or money to do as much of it as you want?" He paused. "And don't think I won't take you up on your offer to do my books if you're not going to teach."
He relaxed completely, shutting his eyes and listening to Stephen, focusing on his hands. There was no way he couldn't say that this turned him on but he wasn't that bothered, shifting his hips occasionally to relieve the pressure but doing nothing more.
"My mother used to when I was a baby, but by the time I was four and running about here, there and everywhere, she told me to go away more often than she tried to hug me," he said. "That's- I'd never ask you not to touch them, I just don't want to act like my father. Ever."
"We were good today," Stephen said. "We managed a whole discussion with Terry and we talked before you sucked me off. I think we've shown enough restraint for the year."
He sighed. "I don't know, baby. I love research, but I don't have the money to stay home for the rest of my life, and before you bitch, there is a difference between us sharing things and you paying for the extra and you paying for everything. Most of the shares I have in the businesses are tied to that, and I won't jeopardise that bushiness so I can have cash on hand. The dividends will have to do. So yeah, still not enough money to stay home."
Stephen leaned down and kissed Adrian's cheek. "You don't have to wait until I stop teaching for that. I'd be more than happy to help you out. I told you, I've got plenty of time. I can even do it during office hours."
He rested on top of Adrian, his hands still moving over his husband's body. "She didn't know what she was missing, both your parents. They could have had an amazing son, and our children will have a great father. They'll know." Stephen would make sure of that. "You'll know, too. You can never be like your father."
"Oh good, I do hate having to show restraint more than once a year," He turned his head to look at Stephen and grinned. "I have a completely different opinion on restraints, however."
He stayed quiet for a long while, trying to put Stephen's words aside. He knew Stephen had a point, that it wasn't fair for him to pay for everything but Stephen's happiness was worth a lot more than any fortune he had. "Fine," he said finally. "But before you start, you're having shares in my companies too. All of them," It wouldn't be enough for Stephen to justify living on but it would go a long way towards helping that. "And don't argue."
Adrian looked at Stephen doubtfully. "If you say so. Just promise me you'll tell me if you have to much on?" he asked.
"God, as good as your massages are, baby, you're making me horny as hell," he said, moaning softly when Stephen's hands moved again. "And the less said about my parents to our child, the better."
Stephen grinned. "Oh baby, I'm all for restraints. You know what we need to get? Fur covered cuffs. They feel a lot different from leather." He smacked Adrian's shoulder. "Come on, turn around, so I don't make you horny and I can still be close to you."
He settled on his side, looking at Adrian. "Look, love, we've argued about this in the past, but we've grown as a couple, and I don't want this to be a problem for us. I know how much buying things means to you, and I'm not going to argue with you, at least not now. I will, though, if you start spoiling our children. Then we'll have a problem, because I'm not ruining them to indulge you. However, when it comes to us... we'll find a way, baby. I'll find a job that I like and that doesn't take me away from you. I can always go back to work with William. Father always paid me, William has, and would again, and I enjoy doing the work, so it's all right."
He kissed Adrian softly. "You can give me anything we want, it's still going to the children, and stop worrying. I have time to do your books." He traced Adrian's cheekbone. "We don't have to say anything about your parents. As far as our children will be concerned, three of our grandparents are dead, that's it."
"Ouch," he complained when Stephen smacked his shoulder, rolling onto his back as Stephen moved and looking at him, ignoring his cock for once. "You always make me horny and get whatever you want, I'm hardly going to mind when I'm chained to the bed."
He looked doubtful, not sure if he agreed or not. Whilst he knew William would pay Stephen, he still didn't like the idea of Stephen thinking he had to get a job. Not when their great-great-grandchild would be as rich as sin no matter how much they spent. "Whatever makes you happy," he said honestly, knowing better than to push. "Just don't think that you have to get a job, okay? Or one that you don't like as much as the one you have now. I want you happy."
Adrian smiled, kissing him again and then kissing his fingers when Stephen touched his cheek. "I'm tired," he said. "It's fucking ridiculous, isn't it?"
"Please, don't be a baby. I barely touched you," he teased. "You'll like them, the cuffs I mean. We keep going like this, you'll have more toys than me." Not that it mattered, anything he bought was for the two of us, because he couldn't imagine either one, scening with someone else.
"I wouldn't be happy knowing that I'm doing nothing, that I'm not contributing to our relationship. It's not the way I was brought up, and I doubt I'll change any time soon. I've made plenty of concessions, because I know they make you happy. I need a job, though."
He smiled. "No, it's now. You've been working hard. I'd be surprised if you weren't tired. Another few ours, and then you can pass out until the morning. How does that sound?"
"If you're going to hit me, hit me properly," Adrian replied, his tone just as teasing. "I'm sure I will and what's mine is yours since I'm certainly not sharing my toys with anybody other than you. I always was completely selfish when it came to toys," he joked.
"Fine," He said with a sigh. "Just please don't get one you only sort of like because it's available. I'd much rather you wait and do something you really like. Do you see where I'm coming from?"
He leaned in to kiss him before flopping back on the sofa, shutting his eyes. "I could probably pass out now," he admitted. "I know the Lestrange case was a weird one but all I could think about was warning you that I was going to be late. It sucked."
"I'm more interested in hitting on you, but you're so easy that even that is unnecessary." Stephen grinned. "Really? I was so worried that you'd ask Sean or Midori to scene with you. I wasn't sleeping at night because of that fear, but if you change your mind, just let me know," he said, barely refraining from laughing.
Stephen nodded. "I know what you're saying, baby, but I like working with my brother. Sure, he drives me crazy at times, because he treats me like I'm ten and no clue about anything, but over all, it's fine."
"No, no, not falling asleep now, baby. Let's get some food. We'll eat here, and then you can pass out on me, okay?" Stephen said.
"I'm a sure thing, there's no need," he replied, smiling. "Well, apart from today because I think I might die if I come. And hey, stop nearly laughing at me. It's neither becoming nor conducive to your sex life."
Adrian nodded. "Okay, whatever you want to do. As long as you're happy, I'm fine with it."
He frowned, opening his eyes to look at Stephen. "Don't want to, I want to sleep," he said, already knowing there was no way Stephen was going to let him sleep without eating something.
Still, as he collapsed into bed forty minutes later with a full stomach and a smile on his face, already on the verge of falling asleep, he reasoned that it really wasn't a bad thing that Stephen looked out for him. Not at all.