It was the endearment that did it, setting Harry off like a rocket as Charlie's rock-hard cock nudged insistently against Harry's bollocks. He buried his face in Charlie's neck as he came, spurting into his pants as Charlie's rutting gentled. Slowly, Charlie brought his hands down, massaging Harry's wrists with his thumbs as he kissed Harry's cheek.
"All right, there?"
Harry nodded, feeling loose and sated. "Yeah, but what was that all about?'
Charlie looked a bit sheepish. "It was the bloody game of pick-up Quidditch. You beat me to the Snitch, and all I wanted was to fuck you right there out on the field."
Desire pooled in Harry's stomach at the thought, and he coughed as he looked away. "I don't think your family would have appreciated that much."
Charlie snorted. "Probably not. I was trying to wait until we got back home, but we've got another few hours left at least, and there was no way I was going to make it."
"So you thought you'd tide yourself over with a corridor quickie?"
Charlie grinned. "Pretty much. Though we should probably head back downstairs before—"
"Charlie Weasley it is time for dinner. Come out from wherever you are and bring Harry with you."
Charlie winced and looked apologetically at Harry. Harry sighed and cast a quick Cleaning Charm. He looked down at Charlie's still-hard cock.
"What happened to having enough time?"
"Err...I may have miscalculated."
"And on a scale from 1 to 'spending the whole dinner with every single one of the Weasleys taking the mickey out of me', how much do I look like you just shagged my brains out?" Harry asked as he followed Charlie down the hall.
Charlie flashed him another apologetic glance over his shoulder, though Harry personally thought he looked a little smug as he replied, "Well, your hair is always pretty messy so maybe they won't notice..."
Harry huffed a laugh. "That bad, huh?"
Charlie paused on the stairs and turned to give Harry a heated look. "I'll make it up to you later," he said lowly, the filthy promise in his words enough to send shivers across Harry's skin.
Harry swallowed as the sound of laughter drifted from the dining room. He squared his shoulders, mentally preparing himself for the master-class level of ribbing he was about to endure. He returned Charlie's heated look as he brushed past him, brushing his fingertips along his waistband, eyes lingering on the slight bulge of Charlie's cock. Harry smirked.
"I'm going to need you to come, Harry."
"What?"
"Come for me, sweetheart, just—"
It was the endearment that did it, setting Harry off like a rocket as Charlie's rock-hard cock nudged insistently against Harry's bollocks. He buried his face in Charlie's neck as he came, spurting into his pants as Charlie's rutting gentled. Slowly, Charlie brought his hands down, massaging Harry's wrists with his thumbs as he kissed Harry's cheek.
"All right, there?"
Harry nodded, feeling loose and sated. "Yeah, but what was that all about?'
Charlie looked a bit sheepish. "It was the bloody game of pick-up Quidditch. You beat me to the Snitch, and all I wanted was to fuck you right there out on the field."
Desire pooled in Harry's stomach at the thought, and he coughed as he looked away. "I don't think your family would have appreciated that much."
Charlie snorted. "Probably not. I was trying to wait until we got back home, but we've got another few hours left at least, and there was no way I was going to make it."
"So you thought you'd tide yourself over with a corridor quickie?"
Charlie grinned. "Pretty much. Though we should probably head back downstairs before—"
"Charlie Weasley it is time for dinner. Come out from wherever you are and bring Harry with you."
Charlie winced and looked apologetically at Harry. Harry sighed and cast a quick Cleaning Charm. He looked down at Charlie's still-hard cock.
"What happened to having enough time?"
"Err...I may have miscalculated."
"And on a scale from 1 to 'spending the whole dinner with every single one of the Weasleys taking the mickey out of me', how much do I look like you just shagged my brains out?" Harry asked as he followed Charlie down the hall.
Charlie flashed him another apologetic glance over his shoulder, though Harry personally thought he looked a little smug as he replied, "Well, your hair is always pretty messy so maybe they won't notice..."
Harry huffed a laugh. "That bad, huh?"
Charlie paused on the stairs and turned to give Harry a heated look. "I'll make it up to you later," he said lowly, the filthy promise in his words enough to send shivers across Harry's skin.
Harry swallowed as the sound of laughter drifted from the dining room. He squared his shoulders, mentally preparing himself for the master-class level of ribbing he was about to endure. He returned Charlie's heated look as he brushed past him, brushing his fingertips along his waistband, eyes lingering on the slight bulge of Charlie's cock. Harry smirked.
"I'm going to hold you to that."