Charlie's thighs began to tremble, a sure sign that he was close. Harry opened his eyes as Charlie pulled out, the tip of his cock resting on Harry's full bottom lip. He met Charlie's eyes, watching as his jaw tightened and his eyes went glassy with pleasure while his orgasm overtook him. His come splashed against Harry's lips and tongue, and he waiting until Charlie finished before licking his lips slowly clean and swallowing. He didn't love the taste, but it wasn't the worst thing in the world, and it was well worth it for the flare of possessive heat in Charlie's eyes.
Charlie reached down and pulled Harry to his feet, taking him into his arms and kissing him slow and sweet. Harry's erection bumped against Charlie's thigh, and he couldn't help but rub against the firm muscle. He was still so keyed up from sucking Charlie off, that it wouldn't take long to tip him over the edge.
"That's right, babe," Charlie whispered into his ear. "Take what you need. You've been such a good boy for me tonight. You deserve to come."
Harry came with a choked off cry, spilling against Charlie's thigh and gasping into his neck. Charlie held him through it, stoking his back in gentle, soothing motions and nuzzling against his ear. Harry was completely drained afterward, his body going limp against Charlie's sturdier frame.
"All right, off to bed with us," Charlie said, cleaning them off with a charm before whisking them to the large bed across the room. "Feeling better?" he asked, the both of them under the covers and Harry's head resting on his broad chest.
"Yeah," Harry sighed. It had been a long and stressful day. He'd been moody ever since he got home, and somehow Charlie had known just exactly what he'd needed to calm down. "Thank you."
"Anytime, babe," Charlie said softly. "Thank you for being such a good boy for me."
Even tired and spent, Harry's skin still flushed with heat and his stomach fluttered. Harry didn't think he'd ever tire of being good for Charlie, of being exactly what Charlie needed the way Charlie was always exactly what Harry needed. Harry pressed a kiss to Charlie's breastbone.
Charlie reached down and pulled Harry to his feet, taking him into his arms and kissing him slow and sweet. Harry's erection bumped against Charlie's thigh, and he couldn't help but rub against the firm muscle. He was still so keyed up from sucking Charlie off, that it wouldn't take long to tip him over the edge.
"That's right, babe," Charlie whispered into his ear. "Take what you need. You've been such a good boy for me tonight. You deserve to come."
Harry came with a choked off cry, spilling against Charlie's thigh and gasping into his neck. Charlie held him through it, stoking his back in gentle, soothing motions and nuzzling against his ear. Harry was completely drained afterward, his body going limp against Charlie's sturdier frame.
"All right, off to bed with us," Charlie said, cleaning them off with a charm before whisking them to the large bed across the room. "Feeling better?" he asked, the both of them under the covers and Harry's head resting on his broad chest.
"Yeah," Harry sighed. It had been a long and stressful day. He'd been moody ever since he got home, and somehow Charlie had known just exactly what he'd needed to calm down. "Thank you."
"Anytime, babe," Charlie said softly. "Thank you for being such a good boy for me."
Even tired and spent, Harry's skin still flushed with heat and his stomach fluttered. Harry didn't think he'd ever tire of being good for Charlie, of being exactly what Charlie needed the way Charlie was always exactly what Harry needed. Harry pressed a kiss to Charlie's breastbone.
"Always."