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[FIC] A Sense of Accomplishment :: Neville/Harry | gift for coffee_n_cocoa
Title: A Sense of Accomplishment
Author:
Recipient: coffee_n_cocoa
Pairing: Neville/Harry, mentions of Ron/Hermione (and past Harry/Ginny, Neville/Terry, Luna/Dmelza)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~5182
Warnings: Rimming, slightly dominating Neville
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Harry asks Neville for his help in coping and moving on in the aftermath of the war. He gets more than he ever imagined.
Author's Notes: Thank you to my wonderful Beta who will get full credit at the time of the reveal. She was a blessing. Coffee_n_cocoa, I hope you like this, but I must apologize. Try as I might the boys insisted on more fluff than smut. But I did keep to your guidelines of being respectful to Ginny and treating the boys accordingly as well. And my thanks to our gracious mod for pulling this all together.
“How do you do it?”
Neville peered up at his visitor, then looked back down at his current project before shrugging. “I’m still figuring that out.”
His visitor snorted. “You could have fooled me. Seem to me you have it all in hand.”
“No, not yet. It’s rather a tricky charm that Witch Howe developed and I’m not sure we can use it to save the stump.” Neville frowned at the damaged stump and sighed.
“Stump?” Harry was clearly at a loss.
“The Snargaluff stump. What I’m working on? The thing I have my hands on? In?” He pointed helpfully.
“Not the plant, Neville. This.”
“What this?’
Harry, exasperated, gestured with his hands to take in all of Hogwarts; the walls only half rebuilt, Gryffindor tower uninhabitable, past the path down to the outskirts of Hogsmeade where a new cemetery had been placed.
“Oh.” He focused back on the stump. “Dunno, just do.”
“That’s a lot of help. Thanks.”
“You need help?”
“Ginny says I do. We broke up in case you didn’t notice.”
“Wasn’t sure, figured you might be like Ron and Hermione. Fighting to make up and all that.”
“No. She says she doesn’t know me anymore. Maybe she doesn’t,” Harry added with a sigh. “Not sure I know her either.”
“What does Hermione say?”
“How’d you know I talked to Hermione?”
Neville just leveled The Look at him. The Look was known to make officers of the DA speechless even if it wasn’t directed at them.
Harry flinched. “Okay, so I did. She said that maybe I didn’t have time to really know myself because of everything I’d had to deal with, that maybe now that it was all over I could figure out ‘who Harry Potter is’ instead of who everyone tells me I am.”
“Sounds reasonable.”
“Yeah, I guess. That’s why I’m here.”
“Pardon?”
“You seem to know exactly who you are. Always have. Even if your Gran wanted you to be an Auror, you stood up to her. Going your own way. And Hermione thought… I thought… maybe you could help me do that.”
“You thought wha…? Why would you think that?”
“Dunno, just been thinking about you a lot…” then Harry flushed and moved his hands in a quick negating motion. “Not like that though Hermione says there’s nothing wrong with blokes liking blokes and…I’ve lost the plot, haven’t I?”
“A bit.” It was hard not to grin at how awkward Harry was being.
“It’s just… you used to be little Neville and now…”
“Harry, I haven’t been ‘little Neville’ since 5th year, it just took the Carrows to make me realize it.”
“Yeah, well it took me longer okay? So I’m asking for your help. I don’t know where to start.” Harry watched him expectantly.
Neville sighed. “I don’t either.”
“So ‘No’. Thanks, mate, thanks a lot.”
“Harry, I didn’t’ say ‘no’, I just meant I didn’t know where to start. And I’m not some role model, I’m just me, but if you want to know what works for me… Well I’ll have to think about it.”
“You don’t know?”
“No, I don’t think about it too much, I just do what needs to be done. But if I figure something out, when I figure something out, I’ll let you know.”
Mopping his forehead, Neville looked back at his progress thus far. Not bad, he decided, feeling quite good about the job thus far.
Harry,
You asked what works for me. If you can Apparate to the Manor I can show you something that does.
Neville
“That?” Harry blinked with surprise. “That helps you?”
“I guess.”
“Neville… it’s a push mower.”
Neville rolled his eyes. “Know what it is.”
“Is it charmed or something?”
“Nope.”
“I don’t understand how that helps.”
“Harry, look.” Neville turned and pointed to the freshly mown swath of lawn. “I can see what I’ve done. When I’ve finished, I see what I’ve accomplished. That’s all I can ask. I feel satisfied with that. I get a sense of accomplishment when I’m done.
“But the grass will grow again.” Harry didn’t quite seem to be getting it.
“Did you eat breakfast this morning?”
Harry frowned. “Course I did.”
“So, now that you’ve eaten one meal, you’ll never need to eat again?”
“That… Nev … that argument makes no sense.”
“Does to me.” Neville watched Harry thinking it over, and sighed. He tried again. “Look, Harry, you asked what helps me. This helps. You can try it or not. Your choice.”
Harry stared at the push mower for a moment, then slowly nodded. “Okay, couldn’t hurt.”
“Good man. When you’re done, you can find me in the greenhouse.”
Harry was sweaty and had grass stuck to his skin, and felt… not all that bad, he realized. Yeah, he was sticky and grimy, and it was a good thing he wasn’t seeing Ginny because he probably looked like shite, but he felt more cheerful than he had in a while. Maybe Neville was right.
Opening the greenhouse door, Harry’s mood plummeted. No one should look that good with grime on his arms and forehead, sweat stains on his t-shirt, and… Bloody Hell! He was not checking out one of his best mates. Was he?
“Hiya, Harry. Done?”
“Uh, yeah. Um… sorry, didn’t mean to… sorry, if I made you uncomfortable. Won’t happen again.”
“Your mowing the lawn made me uncomfortable?” Neville looked and sounded genuinely puzzled
The relief surged through Harry. Neville hadn’t noticed, and even if he did, he wouldn’t be interested in a scrawny bloke like himself. Not that Harry liked blokes, no matter what Hermione said. He liked girls; Ginny, Cho… fit girls who played Quidditch. Not that Neville wasn’t fit, and..
“Harry? You alright, mate?”
“Yeah, sorry. Just tired.”
“But a good kind of tired, right?”
Harry thought, and then smiled. “Yeah.”
“There’s a jug of lemonade on the table there. Help yourself.”
Pouring himself a glass, Harry glanced around. There were plants everywhere. Even with expanding charms the greenhouse seemed to be near to bursting.
“What’s all this?” Harry gestured around the greenhouse with his glass.
“Donations.”
“Donations? For what?”
“A Memorial Garden to line the path from Hogsmeade to Hogwarts. For everyone we lost on our side. Something living instead of cold hard stone to remember them by.”
Harry didn’t know what to say except, “You need any help?”
Neville clapped a dragonskin-gloved hand on his shoulder, but the shiver that ran through Harry was due to the icy lemonade, he was sure. Not the feel of that large hand on his shoulder. Not at all.
“So glad you asked.”
Harry wouldn’t think about what Neville’s pleased smile did to his insides, either.
Ginny entered the Great Hall, dodging some resident 2nd years laughing over a game of Exploding Snap. Spying her target, she pounced on Neville with a surprisingly strong bear hug.
“Oi!” yelped Neville, surprised and very nearly falling off his seat. “What did I do to deserve that? Not complaining mind, just curious.”
“Harry!”
“Harry?” said Nevile, a little lost. “Harry told you to hug me?”
“No, you prat.”
“Just because I am not fluent in girl-speak does not make me a prat. Translation, please?”
Ginny sighed. Boys. Sitting down opposite Neville as he regained his seat, she explained. “Harry’s not moping around feeling sorry for himself anymore. He even actually seems to be doing alright. Or, at least, heading towards alright. Merlin knows, he needs that. So do I. It’d be nice to have my friend back if nothing else, after losing…”
Neville slid his hand over hers, squeezing it. “You don’t have to talk about…”
She shook her head. “It’s okay, Nev.”
“Really?”
“No, not really. I don’t understand how people say you get over something like losing Fred. I’m never going to get over it. Never. But, I can’t stop living my own life. That won’t honor him, either.”
“Good girl.”
“Yeah, I mean to keep going even if things don’t turn out like I hoped or planned. I’ll just have to make new plans.”
“And have you? Made new plans?” He watched her curiously.
“Some,” Ginny said with a grin as she swiped a piece of Shortbread from his plate. “Finish school first so I when I can’t play Quidditch anymore, I can find something else to do to keep busy.”
“Ginny, you know the house elves will fill your own plate.” Neville mock-scolded her as she finished his biscuit.
“Much more fun to steal from yours.” Her grin was unrepentant.
“I’m sure, but is that how you plan on staying in shape for Quidditch?” He poked slyly at her side and jumped when she elbowed him in the ribs.
“Keep it up, Longbottom, and you’ll never land a girl. Not talking like that, you won’t. “ Then Ginny eyed him speculatively. “Of course, from the way Terry talked… maybe you don’t need to worry about that.”
“Gin!” Neville hoped no one noticed him blushing.
“What? It’s hardly a secret. Too bad you’re a bit too mature for Charlie, or I’d set you up with him.”
“Isn’t he older than me?”
“Age has nothing to do with maturity,” Ginny said wisely. “Trust me on that one. At least where my brothers are concerned.”
Neville desperately tried to get the conversation back on track. “So you’re going to play professional Quidditch?”
“Hmmm. Yeah, so I’ll need to do a lot of training to get back in shape. Good thing Harry and I aren’t getting back together. Between that, school, and helping him with the Big Brother thing, I wouldn’t have time to sleep.” She started eyeing his last piece of shortbread.
Neville covered it with his hands. “Big Brother thing? Him being Harry?”
“Don’t act like you don’t know. Harry made it sound like it was your idea.”
“Gin, I honestly have no idea what you’re taking about.”
And how was it that girls with just a minute change of facial expression could make him feel like he’d failed an exam?
“Harry said he got the idea from you,” she explained, then frowned. “Or maybe he meant he was inspired by you.” Taking pity on the look of confusion painted on Neville’s face, Ginny went on. “He said he saw how good you were with the little ones.” She gestured with her head to the Exploding Snap game. “That you could get them to feel safe enough and confident enough to smile again, even laugh. And that you reminded him of something he saw on the Muggle telly once. It was kind of a program for boys who didn’t have fathers and such. Where older boys or young men would adopt them in a fashion and mentor them. So he got to thinking that he could do that. He’s using some of the money he inherited from Sirius to start a foundation to fund it. In the meantime, he plans on teaching Quidditch to any of the firsties,… well, second years now, who want to learn. And he asked me to help.”
“That’s brilliant, Gin. You and Harry would be great at that.”
“Seems to be the only way there will be a Harry and me,” she said offhandedly.
“Oh.”
“Don’t worry Neville, it’s for the best. I didn’t realize till after the battle that Harry wasn’t … Harry. Not the one in my head, at least. He never was. The one in my head was some tragic and romantic figure; all brave and noble. Somehow I didn’t want to see that the real Harry was more and less than that. I do now. Next time, I’ll love a man for who he really is. And take the time to find that out.”
Neville had no idea what to say, which seemed to cheer Ginny up. She smiled brightly, much more like herself. “Nice to know I can still make a bloke speechless. On the plus side, I’ll have still have time for friends like you since I won’t be so wrapped up in Harry. You are coming back, aren’t you Neville? Once the school is rebuilt enough to open?”
“Indeed, he is, Miss Weasley. Mr. Longbottom has graciously accepted the honor of being Head Boy when Hogwarts opens for its next term.” Ginny tried and failed to hide the fact that she had been startled at the Headmistress approach. She hadn’t heard her coming. “Head Boy. Neville, that’s wonderful! Professor, you couldn’t have picked anyone better!” Ginny’s eyes shone with pride for her friend.
“Indeed. Now, Miss. Weasley, if you have a few moments there is something I would like to discuss with you in my office. Oh, and Mr. Longbottom, if you see Mr. Potter, please tell him I expect his report on my desk by the end of the week.”
“Yes, ma’am, I will.”
The pitch needed repairing, like most things in and around the castle. Neville had no idea what he was doing there, as McGonagall had said ”if” he saw Harry, not to “go see” Harry. But there Neville was, watching, which was something he had grown used to over the years. He had to admit, it felt nice to watch someone else be the center of attention again. He didn’t miss it. Well, he did miss the smile on Dennis Creevey’s face. The boy was silent, mostly. Had been since his return, but what courage it took just to come back, to face it. Still almost as small as any second year, Dennis was the one Harry was coaching. Not daring to get closer, Neville watched as Dennis shook his head at something Harry said. Biting his lip, Harry tried again and this time got a rather tentative nod in return.
What happened next surprised almost everyone. Before Neville had time to register it, Dennis was in front of Harry on the broom and they were both off the ground. Circling the pitch for some time, Harry shouted for Oliver to “release one” and a Bludger headed straight for them. All eyes were on them as Dennis, not Harry smacked it in the opposite direction. Again and again, the maneuvers were repeated until it seemed Dennis was beginning to both control his aim and tire. But it was with a slight gleam in his eye that the younger boy dismounted the broom with Harry.
Passing by him as Dennis headed back towards the castle to good natured cheers and ribbing, Neville smiled at Harry.
“That was a good thing you did.”
“Nah. I enjoyed it. And better he hit a Bludger when he’s angry than bellow at his friends like I do... er… did.”
“Noticed that, did you?”
“Prat. “ Harry laughed as he absently scratched a patch of skin where there was a gap between his denims and his t-shirt. And Neville was not staring at that bit of flesh, with firm muscle underneath. No, he wasn’t.
“Oi! Nev! You in there?” Harry was watching him curiously.
“Sorry, what?” Neville forced himself to look at Harry’s face, and not the enticing strip of skin.
“Asked what brought you down here.”
“Oh. That. McGonagall said to tell you she wants your proposal on her desk by end of the week. Take it it’s about the ‘Big Brother’ thing Ginny told me about?”
“Yeah. Seemed like a good idea. You came down just for that?”
“Yes. No.” Neville suddenly had an idea. “Have to go to Hogsmeade see what businesses are ready to re-open. The Headmistress would like the younger ones to have something to look forward to. Want to go with me? Be a second pair of eyes?”
“Sure. Now?”
“Why not?” Neville wondered if it would work.
“Okay.”
“Here you go, lads. Two Firewhiskies. And you tell Minerva that Hogwarts’ students’ money is no good here. Don’t goggle at me like that. I’ll serve em, of course, I will. But for free.” Rosmerta nodded firmly for emphasis.
“That’s nice of you, Rosemerta, really but…”
“But what, Neville? They might think it’s charity? Taken care of. Their tabs are taken care of in payment for their work in restoring Hogwarts.” And she crossed her arms, as if daring them to contradict her.
Both men grinned at her, but Harry did have something to add. “Alright, Rosmerta. But, should you need more immediate funds for that, I’ve got, well… let’s just say I’d be happy to contribute.”
“I appreciate that, but it’s taken care of, and not all out of my own funds, either. Now drink up. Let me know if you need anything else.” With a final smile, she turned and left.
Neville smiled at her retreating back. “I can see what Ron likes about her.”
“Yeah, he still might too, If…”
“He ever looked away from Hermione.” They both finished together.
Neville grinned at his friend. “You could always try.”
“What me? And Rosemerta? No. Even if I stood a chance, no.”
“Ginny still?” Neville didn’t know why that possibility bothered him.
“No, that’s not it. I don’t know. Just next time, I hope it’s with someone who gets me. Knows what It’s like to be put in a position you don’t want, but have no choice but to take. And knows what it’s like to want a family, to never have taken that for granted. Kind of like … you.”
“Me?”
“Not you, you. Someone like you. Besides, everyone knows about you and Terry.”
“Then they know we’re not together anymore. “ Neville picked up his firewhiskey, taking a slow sip. “Think he’s with Goldstein now. They’re a better match.”
“Oh. Sorry.” Harry seemed oddly embarrassed.
“Don’t be. It was good while it lasted, and he and Anthony understand each other better than he and I ever did.”
“Oh.”
“Oh what?”
“Just thinking.”
“And?”
“Well, Professor McGon… the Headmistress, I mean, said that all returning 7th years get to come to Hogsmeade every weekend once the school reopens for business.”
“And?”
“And maybe we could come, go, together for real?”
“I’d like that.”
The Great Hall was crowded, though not as much as the Dorms. The Gryffindor and Ravenclaw towers were not completely rebuilt as of yet, which made finding a bit of privacy rather difficult to the dismay of many returning 7th years. So trips to Hogsmeade were looked forward every weekend. But this morning, Hermione had determined that there would be a group outing, though she was not having much success.
She’d managed to overcome most everyone else’s objections when she approached Lavender.
“All the Gryffs. Three Broomsticks,” Hermione declared.
Lavender’s lips quirked as she tied the scarf more securely around her neck. “I’m not much for crowds.”
Seamus and Dean exchanged looks. Try as they might, they had yet to get her to stay in the Hall for the duration of a full meal. She usually ended up back in the dorm with a plate.
“But, all of us are going.”
“Not Harry and Neville,” Lavender pointed out, as the two young men approached the table.
“What are we not?” Harry asked.
“Going to Hogsmeade, but you are, aren’t you?” Hermione inquired.
“Of course they are,” Lavender interjected before either man could reply, “but they won’t want to be around us on their anniversary.”
“Anniversary!” Neville and Harry exclaimed in unison.
Hermione and Lavender exchanged a look that clearly said “Boys” to anyone with any sense. Hermione shook her head. “Your 3rd month anniversary, since you’ve been dating.”
“You are doing something special for that, aren’t you?”
Neville looked at Dean, who steadfastly refused to meet his eyes. Thanks a lot, mate, Neville thought wryly. Harry seemed to be on the same wavelength.
“Hermione, we don’t need to do anything for that, we’re not …” He’d almost made it, if he’d shut his mouth just a second or two early, but no. He had to open his mouth.
Hermione bristled. “You’re not what, Harry? Girls?”
Neville quickly interceded. “Hermione, you’re absolutely right. We need to celebrate, and I have a great idea. Thanks for reminding me.”
“What idea?” Harry whispered as Neville pulled him away.
“Just because Hermione and Lavender reminded of us of it, doesn’t mean we can’t celebrate it. Just doesn’t mean we have to do it the way girls would.” Neville grinned and rolled his eyes toward an indignant Hermione.
Harry began to smile as they left the castle.
Dumbfounded, Hermoine watched them go, her dazed thoughts broken by Luna’s musing. “I suppose they went somewhere private. I don’t think they appreciated my watching that time.” Hermione turned in surprise, and saw that Luna genuinely looked puzzled by that. “Neville is a wonderful kisser,” Luna added with a dreamy smile.
“This past Thursday? When we…?” Demelza trailed off, still looking at Luna.
“Yes, they were quite inspirational.”
Seamus recovered himself and smirked. “Luna, me lovely, if it’s inspiration you’re needing, I’m sure Dean and I can more than provide.”
“Oh, that would be lovely. Perhaps after Hogsmeade?”
Dean scrambled to his feet, offering his arm to Demelza. “Why don’t we discuss it as we escort you ladies into the village?”
Ron fought temptation and won. It wouldn’t do to irritate Hermione, not when they were doing so well together, just because he was cold and hungry. And thirsty. But Hermione wanted him to take a look around and see if he could corral Harry and Neville, and he didn’t want to disappoint his girl. His girl; that never got old. So one more look around the village, but Hermione never said he couldn’t dodge into an Alley for a tick, just to get out of the wind.
And he’d been so good at not giving into temptation. But there was no tearing his eyes away from this… Harry was pressed against the wall, Neville leaning into him.. And all that seemed to be holding his best mate up was the wall and his legs around Neville’s waist. Ron’s eyes took in the thick fingers squeezing Harry in a way that seemed rough but judging from the way Harry was writhing against Neville, he obviously enjoyed it, or maybe it was the teeth Neville was applying to his neck. Ron backed away slowly, leaving them to their business; he had some pressing things of his own to take care of. Once he found Hermione, that was. Hurrying away, he hollered, “Get a room!”
Chuckling, Neville and Harry smirked at each other and as if reading each other’s thoughts, realized that Ron had the right idea. Neville pulled back, soothingly stroking Harry’s arms and murmured, “Wish I could have seen his face.” They stared at each other for a fraction of a second and then shook with laughter. A few minutes later, still red in the face from laughter and the wind, they entered the Three Broomsticks. But instead of joining their friends, they bypassed the tables and made a beeline for Rosemerta. Moments later they were up the stairs. Kicking the door shut, they came together in a violent kiss, teeth clacking and noses mashed together until they straightened things out. This was so much better than kissing a girl, Harry realized. No little sighs and flutters. Instead, need and trust and just the right amount of struggle, or pressure were there. Shirts off and ties on the floor with them, Harry panted, “So how do we do this?”
Smirking, Neville said, “You don’t know?”
“Who goes first? Prat!”
“Flip you for it?”
“Okay.” Harry dug out a Galleon. “Heads or tails?”
With one quick move, Neville lifted Harry up and the smaller man was face down on the bed. “Tails, I win!”
“Nev, that’s cheating!” But Harry was laughing as he said it.
Stopping with his trousers halfway down his thighs, Neville looked at Harry. “We don’t have to, you know. “
Looking at Neville, taking a real good look, Harry saw the shy boy he once knew. Or maybe it was never shyness, he thought suddenly. Maybe it was just that Neville thought too much about other people’s wants instead of his own, so he never pushed his way in where he thought he wasn’t wanted. Either way, knowing that boy was still part of the man made Harry need him even more.
“Or… you could to me.” Neville continued.
Harry shook his head. “No, I’d rather you did that to me. “
“You sure?”
“Yes. Been thinking about it enough.”
“Enough?” Neville’s smile was teasing.
“All right then, a lot.”
“But have you ever…”
“No, but I think about it all the time.”
“It?”
“It and you. Can we get on with it now before we start sounding like we belong in Madam Puddifoots?”
“Yes, we can. Just needed to be sure. But I promise you, you’re going to enjoy this.” Neville’s eyes were warm, and serious.
“Counting on it.”
“You want to get out of those?” Neville’s hands stroked down Harry’s thighs, suggestively tugging at the fabric of his trousers.
“What? Oh. Yeah.”
Harry fumbled, but managed to shimmy his trousers and pants off, realizing belatedly that it would help if his shoes and socks went first.
“Now what?”
“Just lie down.”
“And think of England?”
“Harry, trust me, if you’re thinking of England I’m not doing my job right.”
Harry lay face down and waited, but not for long. Soon Neville’s hands were tugging him down so that his legs were dangling off the bed. “Grab that pillow and slide it under your stomach. “ Harry felt a thrill that Neville obviously knew more than he did on these matters, though he really didn’t care to dwell on how and with whom he’d obtained that knowledge. No sooner was he settled, than he felt an unfamiliar but not unpleasant chill in his nether regions. He shivered. “What…?”
“Cleaning spell”, Neville explained.
“Didn’t feel like a Scourgify.”
“Different kind of cleaning spell,” Neville laughed. “Can’t talk now, busy.”
Neville traced the curve of Harry’s arse with his fingers, smiling as Harry shivered involuntarily. Grasping his lover’s cheeks, he kneaded them gently being careful to do no more than just brush the opening. Kissing one then the other, he nipped at each cheek in turn, just enough to make Harry’s cock jerk with anticipation and want.
Harry was all set to get a little demanding when he felt a rough finger trace the outline of his opening, while Neville’s other hand slid under and grasped his cock firmly, stroking it steadily and with agonizing slowness. He gasped as Neville stuck out his tongue, and with its tip, circled Harry’s opening.
Smirking, Neville cupped Harry’s arse with both hands and spread it apart. Then he pressed his tongue against Harry’s pink hole and began to lick. Feeling Harry open and contract around him, Neville pointed his tongue and pressed it inside. Over and over again, licking with the occasional nip and bite, Neville continued his ministrations until Harry relaxed enough for him to go further.
No one had ever done anything like that to Harry, nor had he ever imagined anyone would. But when Neville slipped his tongue inside of him, Harry’s toes curled and his nipples hardened, something he didn’t know could happen. When Neville bit him, his cock felt like it was going to explode. It only diminished slightly when he felt Neville insert a finger, maybe because he was going so slowly. His instinctive reaction to tense up and fight was soothed by gentle kisses to the base of his spine, and the steady rhythm of that finger. Soon, he was writhing against the sheets, causing Neville to chuckle.
“Don’t worry, Love. We’ll get there. Just need to make sure I don’t hurt you, want you coming back for more.”
And a second thick finger entered him, the two together scissoring to stretch him, making him forget all about that term of endearment, or at least table it for later. Then Neville crooked his fingers just so, and Harry almost came then and there. “Like that did you?”
“Yes! More.”
Neville just responded by adding a third finger, stretching him and surprising him by how little pain he felt at that point. Harry’s hips started to buck as his legs spread wider and he fucked himself on Neville’s fingers. Just when he was almost there, Neville pulled his hand away.
“Think you’re ready for me now.”
Harry heard a wet sound, and assumed that Neville was slicking himself for him, and then the head was pressed against his sphincter and he groaned as Neville stopped just there. Taking his time, too much time in Harry’s opinion, Neville gradually sheathed his cock inside Harry’s channel. “Tell me when.” Harry didn’t have to ask what he meant, but it took a bit to get used to being so full. He was needy, but he realized in some far recess of his mind that he would be grateful later for Neville’s patience, tenderness even.
“Now.” At that demand, Neville smiled and nipped at Harry’s shoulder before retracting his hips so just the head was still inside of Harry’s passage. With increasing speed, he used his grip on Harry’s waist to pull his lover back as his own hips surged forward, setting up a steady in and out rhythm that had Harry panting. Harry pushed himself up on his elbows and began to take control of the fuck, leaving Neville nothing to do but savor the feeling of Harry fucking himself on his cock. Harry’s arse slapped against Neville as he jerked himself. He was so close
“That’s it, baby, come for me. Want you to come first.” With those words, Neville gripped Harry’s waist hard and bucked faster.
With a shout, Harry felt his muscles contract and he splattered his seed into the crumpled bedding. But Neville wasn’t done. Not yet. Spreading Harry’s legs wide, he pistoned out of Harry’s velvet channel, shafting him with increasing force till Harry’s toes curled, his hole became numb and his own member began to reawaken. He bucked up hard as Neville came inside of him, filling and soothing his insides with hot spurts.
Collapsing on top of Harry, Neville panted till he came back to himself.
“Sorry, I was rough at the end,,, won’t happen again.”
“It damn well better happen again! Don’t need a lover who treats me like a girl.”
“You liked that?”
“I want to do it again, very soon. Does that answer your question?”
“I may need a moment or two.”
Harry was all set to smart off, but when he opened his mouth, a yawn came out instead.
“Kip now, shag more later?” Harry asked, sleepily
“We can do that.” Neville answered, pulling Harry back to him so that they were spooned together. Did boys cuddle, Harry wondered? Not that it felt bad, he realized, it felt rather good actually. When he felt the little bit of softness against his back, he smiled lazily. One more reminder, he realized, a reminder that this was still his Neville. His Neville. He sighed as he closed his eyes. He rather liked the feel of that.