"Where're we going?" Harry asked as Charlie tugged him out of the bustling Burrow living room towards the stairs. He looked back towards the kitchen as they passed, gesturing towards Molly's frantic figure. "Dinner's starting soon, and you know how your mum gets if everybody's not there."
"Don't worry, we've got time," Charlie replied as he pulled Harry down the quiet, darkened corridor.
"Time for what?"
They rounded a corner, and suddenly Charlie spun Harry around and pushed him against the wall. All the air left Harry's lungs in a soft whoosh, and he barely had time to catch his breath before Charlie was plastered against him, his hands trailing down Harry's arms to grip his wrists.
"Time for this," Charlie whispered against Harry's mouth before leaning in to capture his lips in a kiss. He slid Harry's arms up the wall as he did so, cradling Harry's wrists in his hands, his thumbs pressed to Harry's palms.
Harry shuddered, blood rushing to his head and his groin so fast that he felt a bit dizzy. It was still all so new to Harry, sex and blokes and Charlie. The seeds of it had been planted that first summer after the war, when Charlie moved back to be closer to his family. Something had shifted inside Harry that summer, a new awareness about himself that he'd never fully had time to process before. But Charlie was Ginny's brother, so much older and cooler than Harry, and completely off limits. It had taken another two years for them to get to this point, and though Harry knew Charlie pretty well by now, the fact that he got to touch him whenever he wanted still made Harry's insides dance. Harry wanted nothing more than to drag Charlie back to his flat and spend the rest of the night rolling around in bed together, but they had other responsibilities.
"Charlie, we—we can't," Harry panted as Charlie began to suck at the sensitive skin behind Harry's ear.
"Why not?"
"Because...because we're right out in the open with two dozen Weasleys downstairs. Somebody might come up and see."
"No they won't," Charlie murmured as he ground his hips against Harry's. Harry swallowed a moan as their fabric-covered erections slid together. "We're out of sight of the stairwell. We'll hear them coming before they see. Besides, I don't think this will take long."
"No?" Harry asked dazedly as Charlie pressed his hips forward again, causing pleasure to spark across Harry's skin.
Charlie didn't bother answering. Instead, he took Harry's lips in a savage kiss as he rolled his hips against Harry with serious intent. Harry mewled into Charlie's mouth and did his best to arch into Charlie's thrusts, though, pinned as he was to the wall with Charlie's mouth and hips and hands, Harry didn't have much leverage. He quickly gave up trying to influence the situation, deciding instead to sit back and enjoy the ride.
Desperation clawed at his skin as Charlie's tongue licked into his mouth, his orgasm building already in his gut. He'd never realised how fucking hot it could be, just grinding together against a wall, how the hard, muscled lines of Charlie's body could wind Harry up so quickly. Charlie was going to make Harry come, going to make him come in his pants while his entire family was just a shout away. The thought made Harry's blood boil, made his wrists twist uselessly against Charlie's firm grip as Charlie continued to flex his hips forward with slow and steady precision.
"Dinner time," Molly's voice called out, surprisingly loud despite the fact that several floors and a corridor separated them. Harry's eyes shot open and he stared helplessly at Charlie. Charlie grinned...and didn't stop.
Pairing: Charlie/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~1,050
"Where're we going?" Harry asked as Charlie tugged him out of the bustling Burrow living room towards the stairs. He looked back towards the kitchen as they passed, gesturing towards Molly's frantic figure. "Dinner's starting soon, and you know how your mum gets if everybody's not there."
"Don't worry, we've got time," Charlie replied as he pulled Harry down the quiet, darkened corridor.
"Time for what?"
They rounded a corner, and suddenly Charlie spun Harry around and pushed him against the wall. All the air left Harry's lungs in a soft whoosh, and he barely had time to catch his breath before Charlie was plastered against him, his hands trailing down Harry's arms to grip his wrists.
"Time for this," Charlie whispered against Harry's mouth before leaning in to capture his lips in a kiss. He slid Harry's arms up the wall as he did so, cradling Harry's wrists in his hands, his thumbs pressed to Harry's palms.
Harry shuddered, blood rushing to his head and his groin so fast that he felt a bit dizzy. It was still all so new to Harry, sex and blokes and Charlie. The seeds of it had been planted that first summer after the war, when Charlie moved back to be closer to his family. Something had shifted inside Harry that summer, a new awareness about himself that he'd never fully had time to process before. But Charlie was Ginny's brother, so much older and cooler than Harry, and completely off limits. It had taken another two years for them to get to this point, and though Harry knew Charlie pretty well by now, the fact that he got to touch him whenever he wanted still made Harry's insides dance. Harry wanted nothing more than to drag Charlie back to his flat and spend the rest of the night rolling around in bed together, but they had other responsibilities.
"Charlie, we—we can't," Harry panted as Charlie began to suck at the sensitive skin behind Harry's ear.
"Why not?"
"Because...because we're right out in the open with two dozen Weasleys downstairs. Somebody might come up and see."
"No they won't," Charlie murmured as he ground his hips against Harry's. Harry swallowed a moan as their fabric-covered erections slid together. "We're out of sight of the stairwell. We'll hear them coming before they see. Besides, I don't think this will take long."
"No?" Harry asked dazedly as Charlie pressed his hips forward again, causing pleasure to spark across Harry's skin.
Charlie didn't bother answering. Instead, he took Harry's lips in a savage kiss as he rolled his hips against Harry with serious intent. Harry mewled into Charlie's mouth and did his best to arch into Charlie's thrusts, though, pinned as he was to the wall with Charlie's mouth and hips and hands, Harry didn't have much leverage. He quickly gave up trying to influence the situation, deciding instead to sit back and enjoy the ride.
Desperation clawed at his skin as Charlie's tongue licked into his mouth, his orgasm building already in his gut. He'd never realised how fucking hot it could be, just grinding together against a wall, how the hard, muscled lines of Charlie's body could wind Harry up so quickly. Charlie was going to make Harry come, going to make him come in his pants while his entire family was just a shout away. The thought made Harry's blood boil, made his wrists twist uselessly against Charlie's firm grip as Charlie continued to flex his hips forward with slow and steady precision.
"Dinner time," Molly's voice called out, surprisingly loud despite the fact that several floors and a corridor separated them. Harry's eyes shot open and he stared helplessly at Charlie. Charlie grinned...and didn't stop.