HP fic: Better the Instruction (3/22) [Remus/Teddy, adult]
Title: Better the Instruction (3/22) Authors: celandineb and emiime Fandom: HP Chapter pairings: Remus/Teddy; references to Remus/Sam and Teddy/Victoire. Chapter rating: adult Chapter length: ~7000 words Warnings: Incest, wanking, minor nipple play. Summary: Teddy's first lesson teaches him both less and more than he expected. Note: AU (Remus survived the war). See here for complete story header with all pairings/warnings. Also posted here.
Chapter 3
Teddy woke late, sun streaming in his window and falling across his eyes. He groaned and rolled over and struggled to a sitting position, shoving the hair from his face. There were voices coming from downstairs, and he could smell the faint aroma of sausages, which perked him up somewhat.
He rose and stretched, rolling his head around and around on his shoulders, trying to figure out why he was so bloody tired, and then his gaze landed on his record player. Right. Those albums. He'd stayed up quite late playing History of Magic and then all four sides of the double album Nom de Guerre, which he thought might be worth a second listen. The Hobgoblins really weren't bad, he'd decided, even if their music was more than a little dated.
Teddy moved to the bathroom and pissed away his morning erection, then brushed his teeth, humming a song from History of Magic that had been running through his head while he slept. He was still humming it as he arrived in the kitchen to find that the sausages had long gone cold, there was no hot water for tea, and Sam was taking his leave, kissing Remus goodbye, his clothes looking decidedly rumpled and the shadow of a beard appearing on his face.
"What's going on?" Teddy asked, frowning.
Remus broke the kiss. "I'm sorry, Teddy--I didn't hear you come downstairs. Sam was just leaving, I'm afraid, so it's a good thing you woke when you did."
Sam smiled and clapped Teddy on the shoulders. "I've got to be on my way," he explained, "But I think if I play my cards right, your dad might invite me 'round again soon." He winked, then took out his wand and pointed it at the sausages that were left in the pan, muttering a spell to reheat them. "Enjoy your breakfast, Ted," he said then, "and it was lovely to finally meet you."
"You, too." Teddy shook Sam's hand, feeling stiff and formal for doing so, but he wasn't quite ready for anything more demonstrative. Sam was a decent fellow, he decided as he watched from the corner of his eye as Sam kissed Remus once more, and plainly the two of them were quite happy together. He switched on the kettle and helped himself to sausages and cold toast.
"How long have you been seeing Sam?" he asked Remus a few minutes later, when Sam was gone and Remus was puttering around, clearing up and making another pot of tea.
"About a year." Remus sat down across from Teddy, curving his hands around the warm cup.
"Do you think the two of you might live together?" Teddy wasn't sure how he felt about that possibility. This house had always been just his and his father's, and even though he'd moved out into his own flat and would only be back to visit, like this weekend, the idea of having someone else living there was strange, like an itch between the shoulder blades.
"We haven't discussed it," said Remus. He took a sip of his tea. "Remember, you didn't even know about us--or that I like men--until two days ago. Sam's not very pushy about that sort of thing. And we're both old enough and used enough to having our own space that it would take some real adjustment if we were to live together. I really haven't considered it."
"I see." Teddy forked up an entire sausage and took a bite off one end.
"Don't do that," said Remus automatically. "Cut it."
"Yes, Dad," Teddy replied with mock-penitence. He did as instructed, then started on his toast, eating an entire slice in three bites.
Remus raised an eyebrow at him. "You're certainly hungry this morning." Teddy swallowed and nodded, grateful that his father hadn't instructed him on how to eat his toast as well. He tapped his feet on the legs of his chair as he started on another sausage, being certain to cut it this time.
"It's a good breakfast," he declared, "but I'm sort of looking forward to the rest of our day."
"Ah," said Remus, after a long sip of tea, "Of course you are." His expression was unreadable, and Teddy paused, a bite of sausage halfway to his mouth.
"We're still going to--"
"I said we would, Ted," Remus interrupted, "When are you going to start believing me?"
Approximately five seconds after you put your cock in my arse, Teddy thought, and he blushed and shoved sausage in his mouth. "Sorry," he mumbled, "it just seems like it shouldn't be true."
Remus nodded and stood, refilling his teacup. "Finish your breakfast and take a shower," he instructed. "I want to see you in my study in exactly thirty minutes." And with that, he left the kitchen.
Teddy scrambled to finish his breakfast and rinse his plate in the sink, then dashed upstairs for a shower, for once not taking the time to wank. He towelled his hair dry, then stared in the mirror in his bedroom for far too long trying to decide what colour it should be. He settled on a sedate medium brown, fully aware that his father wasn't overly fond of the explosive neon shades, then threw on a pair of jeans and a soft blue shirt, leaving the top two buttons undone and rolling the sleeves up to his elbows. He regarded himself in the mirror, and, satisfied, took a deep breath and made his way downstairs.
His father wasn't behind his desk today, but in one of the armchairs. He had a book open on his lap, and a stack of books and magazines on the table next to him. "Go ahead and sit down," he told Teddy, who sat obediently in the other chair and pulled one knee up to his chin, waiting.
"All right." Remus handed Teddy a long sheet of parchment. "I've made out a schedule of lessons for you. This is the order; I don't have any dates on them because that will depend on both of our schedules, and also because, as you'll see, there will be homework for you in between the lessons and I'll want you to have mastered each before we move on. Look this over and see what you think."
Teddy took it eagerly, but scanned the list with some dismay. No penetration until the very last lesson? Not even real wanking the first time? He looked up, wanting to object, but remembered when he met Remus's gaze that he'd promised to obey his father's decisions completely in these lessons, or there would be no more of them. He swallowed his disappointment and read the list again, more carefully this time.
"I've heard about some other, um, kinky stuff that some blokes like," he said when he'd finished. "Could that be added on?"
"What did you have in mind?"
Was his father blushing? Teddy couldn't quite tell, since Remus had a cup of tea and was sipping at it.
"Um... like bondage?" His voice squeaked a little on the word.
"Look at number five, Ted."
Oh. "I missed that," he mumbled. "Sorry."
"But if there is something in particular you want to learn about--something that isn't there--I am open to discussing the possibility of additional lessons." Remus coughed. "Bear in mind that there may be things that I do not enjoy, and would only teach in a theoretical sort of way. Hence the books." He gestured at the pile beside him.
Teddy nodded. Fair enough. His gaze flickered over the books, but most had plain covers with no title on the spines, and his thoughts went wild wondering what they could possibly contain.
He scanned the parchment again. "So the first lesson is--touch?" I know how to touch, he wanted to add, but he kept silent.
Remus nodded, draining the last of the tea from his cup and setting it on the saucer on the table beside him, careful not to upset the stack of books. "Let's talk a bit before we get to the practical part of the lesson," he said. "Tell me. What do you know about touch?"
It was an open-ended question, and Teddy fumbled a bit for the correct answer, wondering if there really was one.
"Um... I mean, it feels good... I like to touch myself..." he trailed off and sighed and his shoulders slumped. "I guess I don't really know what you want me to say."
Remus shook his head. "There are no right or wrong answers in these lessons, Ted. Just tell me what you know. For instance, when you touch yourself, in bed at night, perhaps, or in your morning shower, do you touch any part of your body besides the obvious?"
"No. I mean--just my prick, and my bollocks." He paused. "Sometimes I touch my, um, arsehole. Just the outside."
"And the others with whom you've experimented," said Remus, not missing a beat, "how have they touched you?"
Teddy swallowed. "Mostly, um, the same. Without the arsehole bit." Teddy wondered honestly what other body parts could possibly be interesting places to touch. Victoire had insisted on heaps of attention being paid to her breasts, but Teddy had felt little or no excitement when he'd thumbed over his own nipples.
"Hm. Fair enough. All right, Ted, did you know that the skin is an organ? It's the largest one in the human body, and it sends us all kinds of messages. Here, hold out your arm. Palm up."
Confused, Teddy did so. His father ran one finger lightly along the skin from wrist to elbow, stopping where the fabric of the sleeve ended, and Teddy shivered.
"That makes my hairs stand on end," he complained.
"Close your eyes," Remus told him. "Focus on what it feels like."
"Okay." He expected to feel the same touch, but this time Remus just brushed lightly over the skin at the crook of his elbow, sideways.
"Tickles!" Teddy protested.
He felt his father take his hand, holding it firmly so that he couldn't jerk away. There was a pinch, then another, not hard enough to hurt. A pause, and then again a light stroke the length of his arm. One warm fingertip traced a spiral on his palm.
"How does that feel?" asked Remus, his voice low.
"Good," said Teddy with some surprise. The sensation on his palm, in particular, seemed to send a kind of tingle through the rest of his body.
"That's just your hand and arm, which are exposed every day to random touches and bumps." Remus's fingers traced upward again to Teddy's elbow. "You can open your eyes again now."
Teddy did, blinking as he grew accustomed to the light. "I don't think that would feel as good if I were doing it to myself," he said. He followed the line his father had traced on his skin with his own fingernail--it tickled a little, but the sensation wasn't nearly as pleasurable as when Remus had been the one touching him.
"No," Remus said, "It doesn't, probably because you're expecting the touch--you know exactly where you're going to touch yourself, how hard, and for how long. It's the same reason a person can't tickle himself." He paused, regarding Teddy, and licked his lips. "Trail one finger down the side of your neck," he instructed, and Teddy did so.
"Okay," he said when he'd finished, "And?"
"It didn't feel like much, I expect."
"Nope." Teddy shrugged.
"Lean back, now, and close your eyes." Teddy did, and he heard his father's chair creak as Remus stood and moved behind Teddy's chair. There was a moment of stillness, and then Remus's hand brushed Teddy's hair away from his face and gentle fingertips touched him behind his ear and trailed down his neck, onto his throat, and back up again.
Teddy gasped. "Oh, my god," he whispered, trying to control the shiver that ran up his spine. He kept his eyes closed and tipped his head back and to one side, exposing more of his neck and throat in the hope that his father would touch him just like that again.
And Remus did, using his fingernails this time, and Teddy whimpered at the heightened sensation. He arched up toward his father's hand as Remus's touch moved lower, past the hollow at the base of Teddy's throat and dipping just inside his shirt, tracing a circle just over his heart before moving back up and ending with Remus cupping Teddy's chin in his palm, stroking along Teddy's jaw with his thumb.
"Wow." Teddy swallowed. "Can I open my eyes?"
"Yes."
Teddy twisted his head to look up at his father, whose expression held more than a hint of smugness.
"Okay, I get it. There's a lot more to touch than I thought," Teddy admitted. "I always figured it was only girls who liked that, having their tits fondled and so forth."
"Some girls do, some don't. Some men do, some don't. It's different for every person." Remus hesitated, then let go of Teddy's face and sat back down again. Teddy tried not to be too obvious about looking, but he was almost sure that his father had a hard-on that matched his own.
"Some girls don't like having their breasts touched?" Teddy asked.
"That's right. Or maybe it needs to be very gentle, if you do touch them, or--well, you know about women's cycles, I expect." Remus didn't seem to want to look at Teddy when he said that, which seemed funny. "Sometimes a woman might like it rough during one part of her cycle, but gentler or not at all at another time of the month." His mouth quirked in a grin. "As a werewolf I probably understand that better than most men would, ironically enough."
"That makes sense." Teddy thought about it. "Yeah. Um. That's not all for this lesson, is it?" He tried not to sound as if he were begging, but he very much wanted his father to touch him like that some more... and, he hoped, he would be allowed to do some touching back.
Remus shook his head. "No, but I want to give you a couple of books to read--you can take them back with you tonight--and give you something to practise over the week. I've made up the bed in the spare room, and then we'll go in there. I think it's better that we not use either of our rooms for this."
Teddy nodded. A neutral space would be best. It would be too strange having his father touch him so intimately in his childhood bedroom, filled with his old toys and remembrances of his school years, and his father's bedroom, well, that was where his father did things with Sam. It would be brilliant to have the spare room become their room instead of just the place where guests stayed when they visited and where Remus kept all the books that wouldn't fit on the shelves in his study or in his bedroom.
"Can we go up there now, Dad? Maybe you could show me the books up there and everything." Teddy didn't much fancy climbing the stairs with his hard prick demanding attention, but he thought it might not be so bad if his father had to experience the same thing. And besides, the sooner they were in the guest room, the sooner they'd be on the bed--and the sooner Remus would be touching him all over. Teddy wondered if he'd get to take off all his clothes--if his father would be naked, too--if he'd get to wank after.
Hands, mouth, his father had written on the parchment, but kisses and blowjobs were a separate lesson. Teddy wondered what his father could do with his mouth that wasn't kissing--and he wondered if he'd get to try it on his father as well.
Remus selected two slim volumes from the stack on the table and stood, holding them in front of his crotch. He extended a hand to Teddy and helped him from his chair. Teddy didn't bother to hide his own erection--after all, his father was the one responsible for it, and he probably knew it was there anyway.
"Let's go upstairs, then," Remus said, and Teddy didn't let go of his hand as they made their way to the spare bedroom.
Remus closed the door behind them and turned the lamps on low. Teddy stood by the bed, suddenly uncertain. The presence of an actual bed made everything somehow more real, and even though Teddy knew his father wasn't going to shag him, still he trembled.
"Teddy?"
His childhood name. Remus usually tried to call him "Ted," these days, but sometimes he slipped. Teddy didn't mind, most of the time; he still thought of himself as "Teddy" anyhow. But this time...
"We don't have to do this, you know," said his father very quietly, still on the far side of the bed, one hand on the lamp switch. "If you're uncomfortable, all you have to do is to say so, and that'll be the end of it for today. Then you can think about whether this is really what you want."
Teddy swallowed. "I know." He realised that he'd absentmindedly turned his hair blue, and changed it back to brown again. "I want to do it. Really, I do."
"All right." Remus still looked a little doubtful, but he accepted Teddy's statement. "Take your shoes off. We're just going to look at the books briefly to start with." He suited his own actions to his words, sitting on the edge of the bed to pull his shoes off and set them neatly beside it. Then he unbuttoned and removed his cardigan, saying, "Since you only have a shirt on, I should, too."
That seemed fair to Teddy. When Remus was settled, leaning against the pillows at the head of the bed, he beckoned Teddy to sit next to him and put an arm around him. One book was already open in his lap, and the other was beside him.
"Some of the pictures in here go rather beyond touching," Remus said, flipping over several pages. They certainly did; Teddy thought he saw one which looked remarkably like the way Remus and Sam had when he'd walked in on them. "I've marked the ones I want you to look at today, though."
He showed Teddy a picture with a man who looked to be about thirty, his body filled out without being overly muscular. The man was merely running his hands along his own torso and thighs, not actually touching his cock, but he was clearly enjoying it very much judging from the size of the erection he was sporting.
"I chose wizarding books," Remus pointed out unnecessarily. "There are some remarkably finely-done Muggle books, but I thought that seeing the pictures move would be more useful, this time at least." He turned to the next spot he'd marked, which showed a pair of men, lying down face to face, one running his fingers along the underneath of the other man's raised arm, tugging at the hair of his armpit. Again, Teddy could see how much the caress aroused its recipient; his mouth was slightly open, his eyes closed, and his prick erect.
Teddy's own erection hadn't subsided--in fact, he was even harder than he'd been when his father had been running his fingers down his neck and throat. The combination of the dim lights, the proximity of his father, and the erotic images were making him harder than he'd ever been when it was Victoire's arm around him.
He reached out a hand to turn the page to the next picture his father had marked, and he sucked in a breath at the sight. One wizard ran his fingertips down the spine of his partner, then down lower and lower, to his arsehole, and pressed lightly there, making his partner arch up, a silent cry escaping from his reddened lips.
"As you can see, Teddy," Remus said, causing Teddy to smile a little at his father's continued use of his childhood nickname, "The combination of different types of touch--the gentle, caressing fingertip down his spine, then firm and certain pressure in one of the body's most sensitive spots, can be incredibly erotic. Even breath on the skin can be stimulating, especially if it's followed by another, firmer touch." Remus's voice was gentle, soothing, and Teddy found himself leaning into his father's embrace.
"Breath?" he asked, a little sceptical.
"Oh, yes," Remus replied, "Absolutely. In fact, that's one of the things I'd planned to show you today. Shall we begin with that?"
Teddy nodded. Oh, god. They'd actually arrived at the touching part of the lesson on touching.
He sat up. "Shall I, um, take this off?" he asked, tugging at his shirt collar.
"Not yet," Remus answered, laying a calming hand on his shoulder. "There will be plenty of time for that later. Why don't we just lie on the bed, facing each other?" He patted the quilt beside him.
Teddy's heart was pounding as he scooted down, lying on his side. "Like this?"
"That's good." Remus was only a few inches away, propped up on one elbow. He leaned a little closer and blew on Teddy's neck, where he'd been sweating with nervous anticipation, and immediately soothed Teddy's resulting shiver by trailing his warm fingertips there too, tracing a path from his jaw to his collarbone.
"Oh," Teddy gasped.
Remus moved closer yet. His lips weren't quite touching Teddy's skin--that was supposed to be the third lesson, kissing, Teddy remembered hazily--but the damp warmth of his breath was almost a caress in itself, just as he'd said. He travelled from Teddy's chin up to his exposed ear and paused there. Teddy pressed his palm against his cock, through his trousers. He'd never felt so aroused when he wasn't almost at orgasm, and he didn't want to come in his pants so soon and mess up the lesson.
"You see?" Remus murmured in his ear, and Teddy nodded. Remus lifted his head, then, and again drew his fingers along Teddy's skin, this time from the ear down to the nape of his neck, stroking lightly at the wisps of soft hair that curled there.
"I've always found this spot particularly sensitive," said Remus, "but that's not to say you necessarily will. As I said earlier, everyone's different, and part of the fun of being with someone new is finding out all the places where he enjoys being touched, and how."
"'S nice." Teddy arched his neck, turning his head so that Remus could reach more. "But the ear was even better."
"So, that's something to remember. And it can vary, some, depending on the kind of touch, and even who you're with." Remus had moved his hand back and was tracing a spiral into Teddy's ear. "I've known men who liked being pinched hard on the nipples, but a gentle touch did nothing for them, and others who were exactly the opposite."
"Will you show me?" begged Teddy.
"Certainly," Remus breathed, and the formal reply in such an intimate context made Teddy's mouth twist into a smile.
"Let's get your shirt off," Remus said then, and Teddy sat up, feeling weak, allowing his father to undo the buttons of his shirt and push it from his shoulders. It was as if he were a child again, his father undressing him for bed, but when he was a child his father's hands had never smoothed along the skin of his shoulders and arms like they did now, and bed had had an entirely different meaning.
Teddy shivered as he was exposed to his father's gaze, knowing that the hands which now dropped his shirt onto the floor would soon be roaming over his skin, teaching and teasing.
"What about your shirt, Dad?" Teddy asked, his voice half-stuck in his throat. He coughed a little. "Can I--?" He moved forward and reached for the button's of his father's shirt.
He felt Remus tense under his touch, then relax as Teddy began to undo each button, finally pushing the shirt from his shoulders the way his father had done to his, and dropping it on the floor on top of his own.
"That's fair," Teddy declared when he had finished. His father had much more hair on his chest than the light dusting that ran down the centre of Teddy's breastbone, and Teddy longed to run his fingers through it, rub his cheek against it, kiss the skin that lay beneath it. He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, pressing the heel of his hand against his erection, willing himself to focus on the task at hand instead of losing control like the schoolboy that he no longer was.
"Teddy." Teddy opened his eyes and swallowed hard as his father brought a hand up and ran it down Teddy's arm from shoulder to wrist, then held loosely onto his wrist as if to stabilise himself while he caressed Teddy's collarbone with the back of his other hand. He shifted, then, turning his hand so he could scrape his fingernails lightly down and across a nipple, and Teddy jerked and cried out.
"Do it again--please--" he babbled, and Remus obliged, scraping his nails once again over the same nipple. Teddy's cock jerked in his pants and he cried out again, wordlessly, feeling control beginning to slip away.
"Here," his father murmured, his voice husky, and then he pinched Teddy's other nipple, tugging and twisting, not hard enough to really hurt... and Teddy couldn't help it, the heat rushed down from his chest to his cock and exploded in a pulse of wet warmth.
He was embarrassed that he hadn't been able to hold himself back, and ducked his head to avoid Remus's eyes. Even the first time he'd messed around with Lawrence Kettering in the Quidditch changing rooms, he hadn't come so fast, and Lawrence had been touching his prick. He didn't even kiss me, or touch my cock, and I came. I didn't even think I liked being touched there, and I came.
"Sh, Teddy, it's all right." His father's arms went around him, pulling him close, hands rubbing his back comfortingly. He smelled faintly of tea and wool, with a sharper scent of sweat and musk. The curls on his chest felt nice against Teddy's skin, and so did the bulge of his cock, hard against Teddy's thigh. It made Teddy feel a little better to know that his father was so aroused too, even if he hadn't lost control as Teddy had... though of course Teddy hadn't been touching him, either.
Pressed against Remus's shoulder, Teddy breathed carefully, in and out, until his heartbeat slowed. He felt sticky and awkward despite his father's reassurance.
When Teddy's breathing was calmer, Remus relaxed his embrace and pulled back enough to take Teddy's chin, tilting his head up and forcing him to meet his father's eyes.
"It's all right," Remus said again. "Shall we go on?"
Teddy nodded. "Can I touch you, now?" He reached down to adjust his clothes so they weren't pulling at him so much.
"Yes, you may." Remus evidently understood what Teddy was doing, for he added, "We can stop and clean up first if you'd like?"
"Maybe later," said Teddy, not wanting to interrupt the lesson any more than he already had. "Um, is there anything in particular I should do?"
"Just try different things, and see how I react," Remus told him. "Although that's a good instinct, Ted, to talk to the person you're with about what he likes."
"Okay," Teddy mumbled, "I'll remember that." He was glad he'd done the right thing, but he was still flooded with the heat of embarrassment, and the sticky patch between his thighs did nothing to abate it.
He brought a hand up to Remus's chest, intending to mimic what his father had done to him, but he found himself combing though Remus's curls, then leaning closer, needing to breathe in the heady scent of his father once again.
He thumbed over a nipple, causing it to stand at attention, and he smiled when Remus let out a little moan. Encouraged, he scraped over it with a nail as his father had done to him, and Remus stiffened.
"Not quite so hard," he murmured, putting a reassuring hand on Teddy's shoulder. Teddy used his the pads of his thumbs on both his father's nipples, then, keeping his touch firm yet gentle, and Remus made a low rumbling noise in the back of his throat.
"Brilliant, Teddy," Remus said, "You're a natural. Do you remember what I said earlier, about cycles?"
Teddy nodded, tugging a little at his father's chest hair.
"Well--oh, do keep doing that--you may find, during our lessons, that at other times of the month I might appreciate a rougher touch--fingernails, perhaps, or pinching and twisting, as I was doing to you. It's good to ask your partner what he needs, but hopefully your partner will also be communicative."
Teddy nodded again. "Okay."
"I may not always let you know what I need during our lessons. Sometimes I'll want you to discover it on your own. It's a skill that will serve you well." Remus paused. "Why don't you explore a little more and see what else I like?"
Teddy realised his hands had stopped moving. One was perched on his father's bicep and the other was tangled in a whorl of hair at the centre of his chest. "Right," he said, and he moved them both downwards, trembling, over Remus's belly, to the waist of his trousers.
"We're going to leave touching cocks for the next lesson," Remus reminded him.
"I remember, but you listed hips and thighs," said Teddy. His father nodded acceptance as Teddy undid the button and zip, and even raised his hips to let Teddy pull his trousers down.
The white cotton did nothing to conceal Remus's erection, visibly dark with blood even through the fabric, a small wet spot apparent near the tip of his cock. Teddy swallowed, wanting badly to touch it, but he contented himself with stroking along the crease of his father's thigh, where the scattered hairs were a little damp with sweat. He crawled backward on the bed so that his face was only inches away from where he'd been touching. The scent of Remus was strong, familiar from childhood and yet now more than that, making Teddy's cock start to harden again. He rubbed his cheek against his father's thigh, hoping that this was an allowed touch, since he wasn't using his lips, and felt Remus quiver slightly, his legs parting a few inches more.
That must be good, then. Teddy guessed that it might be the roughness of his skin--he hadn't shaved that morning--that Remus liked, but he tried stroking over the same spot with his palm, to check. Remus hummed a little. Maybe it was just the place after all. Teddy repeated the stroke with one hand, propping his head on the other so that he could look at Remus's face.
Remus gave him a smile and said, a little breathlessly, "That's very good."
"Could you take off your underpants, too? And turn over?" Seeing how much Remus was enjoying this made Teddy brave.
"We could both finish undressing, I suppose," Remus agreed.
Teddy hurriedly stripped off his own jeans and sticky underwear, rather awkwardly as he didn't bother to stand up, just wriggled out of them and shoved them to the floor. He gulped when he turned back and saw his father completely naked, a network of scars covering much of his body, though partly concealed by greying brown hair on torso and legs. His cock was a little thicker than Teddy's own was when he was hard, but not any longer.
He reasoned with himself. He mustn't touch his father's cock. He could stare all he liked, but he absolutely must not touch it. He'd agreed to Remus's schedule and rules, and he wasn't going to break either.
But god, how he ached to reach out and wrap his fingers around it, thicker than the ones he'd touched at school. His mouth actually began to water as he imagined tasting it, heavy and salty on his tongue, imagined licking over the ridge of foreskin, dipping his tongue into the slit where even now clear fluid was threatening to spill over.
No--no. Teddy shook his head and blew out a shaky breath, dragging his eyes up to his father's face, which held a bemused expression.
"I just--" Teddy struggled to explain, "Sorry, I just, I mean, you know, I've seen them before, and my own, of course, but never really got to take a proper look, you know, except in magazines--it was always so quick, and sometimes dark, and half the time we both still had our clothes on, and--"
"Sh. It's okay. You can look all you like." His father held out a hand, and Teddy took it and moved closer, curling into his father's lap, resting his head on his father's heated thigh and studying his erection, which pulsed and throbbed vaguely--Teddy swore he could almost hear it. He inhaled, closing his eyes for a moment. He couldn't get enough of his father's scent, and his own cock gave an interested twitch with each inhalation.
He stroked his palm over Remus's thigh, then up into the patch of curls just above Remus's cock. Remus tensed.
"Careful," he breathed, "that's not until next time," and Teddy moved his hand away, down the crease between his father's thigh and groin. He skipped over his father's tight, heavy bollocks, reasoning with himself that they counted as cock and therefore were off limits for now.
His hand crept back, back, and Remus tensed as Teddy's fingertips danced around the pucker of his arsehole. Teddy swallowed hard.
"Dad? Can you turn over now, please?"
Remus hesitated for a moment, but to Teddy's relief he nodded acquiescence. Teddy sat up to let him roll over.
There were many fewer scars on his father's back, which made sense, as Teddy knew most of the injuries had been self-inflicted before the Wolfsbane Potion had been available. Remus settled down, his head turned towards Teddy and pillowed on one forearm. "Go ahead."
Teddy started at the nape of Remus's neck, thinking of the last picture they'd looked at and resisting the urge to go straight to his father's arse. He trailed his fingertips slowly downward, bending over and blowing short puffs of air on each vertebra. On a sudden impulse, he stopped when he was about halfway down and instead brushed over the curve where Remus's arm met his side, tugging at the tuft of hair. Remus groaned and Teddy saw him shift his hips, his legs opening wider.
He didn't want to tickle by accident--he was ticklish there himself--so he only tugged again gently a few times, watching the flush rise on his father's face, then went back to his spine and resumed his path downward.
With Remus's thighs parted, Teddy could see the back of his bollocks, wrinkled skin drawn tight. He cupped his hand over each cheek in turn, the flesh not so firm as his own but not flabby, either, before he drew them apart and looked at the place he'd touched so briefly a few minutes before, and which he'd never seen on anyone really, not up close like this. The occasional glimpse as one of his dorm mates bent over hardly counted.
There were fine hairs around the wrinkled brown hole. As Teddy reached, willing his fingers not to tremble, it flexed under his touch. Can't go inside. The next lesson, he thought, it might be allowed as part of "hands", although he wasn't quite sure if maybe he'd have to wait for the final lesson on penetration.
"Ah," Remus breathed heavily. "Ted, that's... that's enough there for now."
Obedient, although disappointed, Teddy moved his hands away and smoothed them along the backs of his father's thighs instead, still careful to avoid brushing the loose skin of Remus's sac.
"You could try my feet," Remus suggested.
Teddy wrinkled his nose. "Your feet?"
Remus nodded, and Teddy cocked his head to the side. "But won't that tickle?" Teddy's own feet were incredibly ticklish--he flashed suddenly on an image of Remus tickling his feet when he was a boy until he was laughing so hard that he cried, his sides aching, as he gasped for air and begged his father to stop.
"Not if you touch them properly," Remus answered, turning over and settling himself against the pillows, his hands clasped over his stomach. "Try a firm touch--no fingernails."
Teddy nodded and trailed his fingertips down his father's thighs, past the hills of his knees and down his calves to the tops of his feet. "What, here?"
"Well--the soles are more sensitive," Remus replied. "Think of this touch as more of a massage than anything else. Massage can be intensely erotic when done properly."
Teddy hadn't the first clue how to give a proper foot massage, but he did his best, starting at his father's heels and smoothing upwards with a firm touch, a single sweeping motion from heel to toe. He dug his thumbs in, then along Remus's arch, and was rewarded with a guttural groan from Remus as he wriggled his toes.
"Oh, lovely, Ted," Remus moaned. Teddy looked up. Remus had his eyes closed and was clutching the quilt with one hand as the other teased over his erection, barely touching it. Remus thrust his hips into the air once, twice, with subtle motions as if he were trying to hold himself back and almost succeeding.
Teddy's own cock, half-hard despite his recent orgasm, sprang back to life at the sight of his father on the verge of coming undone. There was a thrill in knowing that he was making Remus feel this way, that despite his father's original reluctance he was experiencing some of the same desire that Teddy had. The gratification was more powerful than when he'd messed around with other boys, or even when he'd finally figured out how to touch Victoire until she came.
He kept rubbing Remus's right foot for a few minutes, sitting with his own leg drawn up to press it against his aching prick, fascinated by the way that his father was not-quite wanking, as if he couldn't decide whether to let himself come in front of Teddy or not. The flush on his cheeks had spread down to his chest.
With a last caress, Teddy put down that foot and switched to the left, pressing firmly against the arch again which seemed to be the spot where Remus was most sensitive. He'd never imagined that anyone could be so excited by having his feet touched--they were just feet, after all. He supposed this was what that his father was trying to teach him in this lesson, that a person could enjoy all kinds of different touches. Feet might be inconvenient, but Teddy could imagine maybe sometime having a lover who would touch his neck and ears in public, where no one else would guess at how much it turned Teddy on.
Remus was biting his lip, now. "That's... oh, that's good." Then, as Teddy dug his thumb into the yielding flesh once more, he cried out. "Ahh!"
Teddy watched, his mouth dry, as his father's cock spurted pearly strands of semen across his belly. Remus's hand hovered, trembling, failing to hide the evidence of his pleasure. It was one of the most arousing things Teddy had ever seen, and he heard himself give a little whimper without meaning to.
"Dad?"
A peculiar expression flashed across Remus's face--too quickly for Teddy to be sure what it was--and he opened his eyes, sitting up and reaching out to gather Teddy close. Teddy whimpered again, needing. He curled into his father's embrace, inhaling the sweet, strong scent of his father's come, and he pressed his hand to his father's stomach, needing to feel the liquid between his fingers, as if to convince himself that what had just happened had really happened.
His father's come felt just like Teddy's own did, of course, but the fact that it wasn't his--and that his partner wasn't turning away, stuffing his prick back into his pants, but embracing him, letting him touch him--made Teddy whimper again. He rested his cheek against his father's chest, which was still flushed and sweaty, and he smeared his father's semen down the length of his own mostly-erect cock, craving even more closeness, as his father stroked his hair, from his fringe down to the softly curling wisps at the back of his neck.
"Oh, Teddy," Remus murmured, "Oh, my boy."
"Dad," Teddy said, turning so that his lips were right against his father's chest. It wasn't quite a kiss as he said Dad again, putting his arms around his father and stroking his back.
"Dad, that was brilliant," he finally managed, still speaking against his father's flushed skin.
Remus chuckled a little as he pulled Teddy down with him to lie against the pillows. "And that was only the first lesson," he said, sweeping a stray lock of hair from Teddy's forehead. "Do you still think touching isn't proper sex?"
"It's just--touching was never like that before," Teddy replied. He reached down to scratch his stomach, then his hand automatically continued downward, to where his prick was hard and bobbing, coated with his father's sticky come.
"Perhaps I'd better clean up and leave you to deal with that," Remus said, smiling. He placed a hand on Teddy's side, then stroked down along the jut of his hipbone.
"Dad?"
"I think--yes, I think perhaps we've both learned enough for one day."