Fic: The Dragon and the Pygmy Puff pt. 3 (Harry/Charlie, NC-17) for softly_sweetly Author:ciraarana Recipient:softly_sweetly Title: The Dragon and the Pygmy Puff Rating: NC-17 Pairing(s): Harry/Charlie; also mentions Harry/Ginny, Ginny/OMC, Ron/Hermione and other canon pairings Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended. All characters engaging in sexual activity are 16 years or older. Summary: Harry as a row with his girlfriend, gets a tattoo, and discovers that denial isn’t just a river in Egypt. Warnings: pitiful first attempts at dirty talk and spanking Word Count: ~ 30,000 Author's Notes: Dear softly_sweetly, when I read your kink list, this bunny didn’t so much jump at but pounce on me. It beat all other ideas I might have had into submission and insisted it was the best. I hope it was right. The length is courtesy to muse: she kept petting the Pygmy Puff until there was little that’s still pygmy about it (talk about things that grow when you pet them…)
The evening was quickly over after that. Percy and Audrey left after Mrs Weasley had, once more, begun yelling at George. Fleur took her screaming daughter inside. Everyone else quickly and quietly cleaned up, carrying plates, cutlery, chairs and candles inside. Mr Weasley came last, floating the table, with the soiled table-cloth still covering its surface.
Mrs Weasley made a nightcap for everyone and brought the tray into the sitting room where they had all gathered, but no one lingered long. Bill Apparated his family back to their own home and George soon followed their example and left for his own flat above the joke shop.
After he had left, Harry drained his mug as fast as possible to be able to leave the room. Mrs Weasley was still angry, Ginny was still pointedly ignoring him, he couldn’t talk to Charlie and Charlie somehow seemed to feel the same, and Mr Weasley simply sat in his armchair, eyes closed, and said nothing at all. It made for a couple of painfully awkward minutes before Harry could flee.
In the calm safety of Ron’s old room with its familiar Quidditch posters still tacked to the walls, Harry finally found time to relax and think about all that had happened today. He’d had a quarrel with his girlfriend, got a tattoo, and realised he wanted his girlfriend’s brother.
‘Well, fuck,’ Harry said softly and flopped down onto the bed. What was he to do now?
One thing was for sure, and that was that he would break off with Ginny. It wouldn’t be fair to either of them to drag things out. And anyway, after last night and the quarrel this morning he didn’t feel like trying to reconcile with her. He only hoped they could remain friends somehow. But Charlie?
Harry pushed his glasses aside and rubbed his eyes. Yes, Charlie. Merlin, even the mere thought of him, his broad shoulders and strong arms covered with burns, his freckled back and the dragon tattoo, had Harry’s own tattoo vibrating with excitement. His cock twitched interestedly. Charlie.
Harry groaned. What was he to do? Was Charlie even interested in men? But even if he was, and was interested in Harry, what was Harry to do? Could he break it off with Ginny and then go and shag her brother?
And oh, how he wanted to! How he wanted to touch Charlie, feel his skin, and be touched in return. How he wanted to lick Charlie’s strong chest, squeeze his arse and touch his cock. Touch it, lick it, suck it.
Harry moaned and squeezed his rock hard prick. He had been blind, so blind and stupid that he had never realised how Ginny couldn’t do this to him! She could excite him, yes, but never like this, never this much, and never with only thinking of her! Never like Charlie did.
Harry groaned again and flopped onto his stomach. What was he to do?
The pressure of the mattress against his hard cock made Harry’s hips jolt instinctively. Even the mild friction that the move created felt wonderful. Harry sighed as his Pygmy Puff began humming and vibrating gently. The vibrations were like the caress of invisible hands on Harry’s cock and he couldn’t stop the slow thrusting of his hips against the bed, searching friction.
Steps on the staircase jolted him out of his slow, sexual daze, and he realised what he was doing. Humping the mattress. And with a flash he remembered Charlie’s words and once more saw the vision of Charlie’s half-naked body, moving rhythmically. Shivering, he bit his lip to suppress another loud groan.
What was he to do?
Gingerly, he sat up, and then had to twist a little to adjust. The hum in his mind sounded reproving, and his cock ached in protest. But there were more steps on the landing below Ron’s old room, and Harry could hear voices. The Weasleys were getting ready for bed, and he thought he’d better not do anything now. In case Mrs Weasley came for a last check, or something.
He hadn’t been lying to Ginny when he’d said that he didn’t want to have sex with her anywhere near her mother.
Absently, Harry listened to the sound of steps and voices downstairs. Doors opened and closed. A deep, snarled meow spoke of Crookshank’s protest against being shut in the kitchen. The ghoul moaned. The fourth-floor loo flushed.
‘Good night, Charlie!’ Harry heard Mrs Weasley call, and Charlie’s deep rumble answered.
It was enough to send another shiver down Harry’s spine. The tattoo tingled.
Suddenly, the door to Ron’s room opened. Harry looked up in surprise. His heartbeat sped up when Charlie slipped into the room.
‘Charlie?’
‘Harry. Um. Can I talk to you for a moment?’
Harry blinked and nodded. ‘Yeah, um, sure.’ He shuffled nervously aside when Charlie came over and sat down next to him on the bed. In the weak glow of the three candles on the windowsill Charlie’s red hair looked a deep chestnut brown. Harry fought to resist the urge to reach out and brush his fingers through it.
‘Harry, I…’ Charlie began hesitantly. He was staring down at his hands. ‘I … I wanted to say I’m sorry.’
That was so unexpected that Harry gaped at him. ‘Sorry? What for?’
Charlie shrugged uncomfortably. ‘I’m sorry if I caused trouble between you and Ginny.’
‘Eh?’
‘I encouraged you to get that tattoo. If I hadn’t told you about Pam, you probably wouldn’t have thought about getting one. But I told you, and I encouraged you even though I knew Ginny didn’t like the idea. And, well. It’s my fault she’s angry with you. I’m sorry.’
‘Oh.’ Harry blinked. ‘Um. No, that’s okay. Really, it’s not your fault.’
Charlie shook his head. ‘George … George told me. About this morning. Told me that Ginny didn’t want you to get a tattoo. I could have said Pam didn’t have time for you today so that you could have thought about it a little longer. Perhaps you’d have changed your mind, or perhaps Ginny’d have changed her mind. But I didn’t and now she’s angry, so it’s my—’
‘It’s not your fault,’ Harry repeated. ‘Really. There were other reasons … never mind. Besides, it was my decision to get a tattoo. Not Ginny’s.’
Charlie shook his head again and turned to look at him. ‘Harry. I knew she didn’t want you to get a tattoo and I knew she’d be angry with you if you did. And I encouraged you and took you to Pam’s on a Sunday because I wanted to make her angry.’
‘Oh. Um. Why?’
Charlie stared at his hands again. ‘I was angry with her for what she did last night. That French bloke. Thought it would do her good to get some of her own medicine, you doing something she wouldn’t like.’
‘Oh.’ Harry began feeling like an old gramophone record with a scratch. ‘Um. Okay. But,’ he had reassembled his wits, ‘I still don’t see why that makes it your fault. I mean, Ginny told me she didn’t want me to get a tattoo. If I’d cared what she thought I could have not gone, couldn’t I?’
‘But you were angry as well. Probably wanted to get back at her, too.’
‘That still doesn’t make it your fault. Ginny and I, we’re both adults, aren’t we? We should both know better than to make decisions based on an idea of getting revenge.’ And didn’t it feel strange for him to be the one saying that? He must have spent way too much time in Hermione’s company. ‘Really, I didn’t get the tattoo to get back at Ginny for something. I made the decision before, um, before we argued. I got it because I thought yours was cool and I wanted one as well.’
‘But you still had a row with her about the tattoo.’ Charlie seemed intent on being guilty.
‘No, we had a row because I was angry with her about last night.’ Harry looked down at his own hands, hanging between his knees. ‘And we’d have had that row anyway,’ he added quietly. ‘Whether I’d decided to get the tattoo or not. Something would have … would have set me off. Perhaps not in the hearing range of your mum and George but, yeah.’
Charlie seemed inclined to argue that but in the end, he nodded. ‘It’s not surprising you were angry with her. What she did was awful, practically shagging that guy right under your nose. I don’t understand why she did it.’
‘Apparently because I ignored her and she wanted to show me that there are other men who won’t,’ Harry snorted. At Charlie’s stunned expression he shrugged. ‘That’s what she said, anyway.’
‘That’s … but that’s …’
‘What girls do.’
‘What?’
Harry sighed. ‘Seems to me, a lot of girls do stupid stuff when they, er, like someone. And usually the opposite of what they should do. Like telling you how cool they think another guy is when they want to know whether you like them.’
‘Ginny did that?’ Charlie’s eyes were narrowed.
‘Eh? Oh, no. That was another girl from Hogwarts.’
Charlie turned and looked searchingly at Harry, who felt both uncomfortable and uncomfortably aroused under the scrutiny.
‘You don’t sound angry,’ he finally said. ‘I don’t know, but somehow I expected you to be, well, a good deal more furious.’
Harry flushed and rubbed his neck. ‘Erm, I was. This morning. But. Uh. I mean, I’m still angry with her for doing stuff like that, but. Well. It’s …’ He took a deep breath and then said in a rush, ‘It’s okay because I want to break up with her anyway.’
‘You don’t want to try and reconcile?’ Charlie sounded honestly surprised.
Harry felt his blush deepen. ‘Erm. No. I mean, do you think I’d want a girlfriend who goes off and snogs another guy whenever she’s miffed at me?’
From the corner of his eyes, he saw Charlie shake his head. He still looked stunned. Glancing back down at his fingers that were clenched together, Harry licked his lips and slowly went on, ‘Besides, some things Ginny said were right. And, well, it seems pretty unfair, now that I know, to try to keep things like they were.’
‘Some things she said were right?’ Charlie shook his head as if to clear it. ‘But, you said earlier, the tattoo made you realise what you felt? Oh. Was that …?’
Harry bit his lip. ‘That wasn’t about Ginny,’ he admitted softly. He couldn’t look up right now though he wished he knew what Charlie was thinking. He wished he had the courage to tell Charlie what the things were that Ginny had said and what the tattoo had made him realise he felt. But his courage had never extended to things like relationships and emotions and so he didn’t look up, didn’t say more.
‘Harry?’ Charlie’s voice was very quiet. ‘Was one of the things Ginny said … George told me she accused you of not liking girls. Was that right?’
Harry swallowed and nodded.
Charlie’s breath hissed through his teeth. ‘Oh, fuck, Harry.’
Harry peered up at Charlie and saw him staring. The expression on Charlie’s face told Harry that he had put the pieces together.
‘Um,’ he began. ‘I—’
But he wasn’t able to go on and say anything more – not that he would have known what to say – for he found himself pushed back onto the mattress, Charlie’s body pressed against his, and Charlie’s lips were hot and strong on his.
For several suddenly fast heartbeats, Harry didn’t react, too stunned to even think. He felt Charlie’s body hard against his own, felt the warmth of Charlie’s body seep into him. Charlie’s lips were knowing and demanding, teasing and encouraging. The Pygmy Puff shivered with delight. Its humming in Harry’s mind sounded almost like a melody.
Harry groaned, arching up into Charlie. Then his hands were clinging to Charlie’s shoulders and his lips were opening and he was kissing Charlie back, kissing with all the desire that had built up throughout the evening.
Charlie shuddered. His hips jerked forwards, into Harry’s, and Harry felt the hard ridge of Charlie’s erection. He moaned as the sensation and the happy humming of his tattoo sent waves of lust and heat through his body. Twisting his hips, Harry moved until he could press his own erection against Charlie’s. The tattoo began vibrating softly, and Harry thought he was going to pass out, it felt so good.
Charlie gently bit Harry’s lower lip before he pulled back. His breath was coming in short, fast pants. Harry whimpered as hot dry puffs alternated with hot wet kisses that Charlie placed along his jaw.
‘Oh, fuck, Harry,’ he whispered.
‘C-Charlie.’ Harry moaned.
Charlie nipped his jaw and shuddered again as Harry’s hips rolled against his. ‘Fuck. Do you have any idea of what you’re doing to me?’
Harry whimpered and tugged on Charlie’s hair, pulling his head up so they could kiss again. Charlie gave a choked laugh.
‘I want you.’
Harry moaned in agreement.
‘I’ve wanted you for so long.’ Charlie licked along Harry’s jaw to his ear and pulled the lobe between his teeth. ‘Wanted you for ages. Wanted to kiss you.’ He shifted and pressed his mouth on the rapidly beating pulse in Harry’s throat. ‘Wanted to bite you. Take you. Shove my cock up that sweet arse of yours until you’re screaming my name.’
Harry’s hips bucked uncontrollably up against Charlie’s body. ‘Please,’ he almost sobbed.
Charlie hummed against his throat. Then, suddenly, his hands were under Harry’s t-shirt, sliding up his flanks. His rough, calloused hands were so hard, so different, felt so good on Harry’s skin.
He raked his own hands up and down Charlie’s back, pulling on his shirt. Charlie groaned, a deep, growling sound that made Harry and his Pygmy Puff shiver with desire.
The vibrations of the tattoo became stronger. Harry pushed his hips up more insistently and moaned as he felt Charlie’s cock slide over the jeans-covered tattoo. The Pygmy Puff twitched and hummed louder. Charlie’s breath hitched.
‘Fuck,’ he rasped, breath blowing hot over Harry’s moist skin. ‘Oh, fucking … Harry, your tattoo! I can feel it.’ His voice ended on a choked breath, and he shoved his cock almost violently against Harry’s tattoo.
His erection slid over the Pygmy Puff. His hip rubbed over Harry’s hard, straining cock. Harry dug his fingernails into Charlie’s back as his eyes rolled back in his head.
Charlie growled and suddenly pulled back, crouching over Harry’s body. Harry whimpered at the loss of contact. He wriggled and arched to get it back.
Charlie put one hand on Harry’s hip and held him down. He stared at Harry. In the dim light his blue eyes seemed almost black.
‘It’s me, isn’t it?’ His voice was ragged, urgent. ‘It’s me your tattoo reacts to.’
Harry nodded. No sense of trying to deny it now. ‘Y-yes, you.’
A visible shiver ran through Charlie’s body. His hand on Harry’s hip tightened.
‘I didn’t believe it. When Pam said it was me, my presence that your magic reacted to, I didn’t believe it.’
He seemed to freeze for a moment, and then he dove back, kissing Harry, devouring his mouth. The sensations of the hard, warm body, the hard cock pressed against him once more, nearly overwhelmed Harry. But before he could do more than try to cling and kiss, Charlie tore his mouth away again.
‘Charlie, please,’ Harry whined, and then groaned loudly when Charlie ground his cock into Harry’s tattoo.
‘I didn’t believe it,’ Charlie repeated, panting hard. He was staring intently at Harry’s face while his hips thrust slowly. ‘I thought it was the magic of the paint. That you were reacting to the magic.’
‘No,’ Harry moaned. ‘You. Want. You!’
Charlie thrust down. ‘Not Ginny.’
Harry bucked up. ‘No. You.’
‘How much.’
Harry grabbed Charlie’s arse, moaning at the feeling of it in his palms, and pulled. ‘Bad,’ he admitted. There was no thought left in his mind for embarrassment or worries about what he was to do, no thought about Mrs Weasley hearing them, no thought about anybody or anything else but Charlie.
Charlie’s teeth flashed in a predatory grin. ‘How bad.’
Harry keened and surged up to kiss Charlie. Charlie grabbed the back of his neck, holding him up, as they kissed greedily, messily.
‘How much,’ Charlie said into Harry’s mouth. ‘Tell me.’
Images flashed through Harry’s mind, things he wanted to do to Charlie, wanted Charlie do to him. ‘Charlie,’ he pleaded.
Charlie let him fall down onto the bed. ‘Tell me,’ he repeated. ‘Tell me what you want.’
‘You!’
‘How?’
Harry tossed his head. ‘Any way.’
Charlie abruptly sat back, shoved Harry’s shirt up and swooped down. Lips, teeth on his stomach, and Harry writhed. His cock throbbed and a wet patch formed in his pants. Charlie’s mouth was so close …
Unconsciously, he grabbed Charlie’s hair and pulled until Charlie’s hot mouth closed over Harry’s cloth-covered cock. Heat and wetness seemed to seep through his trousers and pants and envelope his prick. And then Charlie opened his mouth further, and Harry felt teeth graze over his cock through the denim. It felt like both a threat and a promise.
Charlie lifted his head and peered up at Harry along his body. ‘What do you want, Harry?’ he asked again.
His deep voice shot another sharp bolt of lust through Harry’s body. The tattoo’s humming in his mind had become so insistent that Harry felt his entire body pulsate. He could only whimper and thrust his hips up to convey his meaning.
‘Hmm.’ A slow grin formed on Charlie’s face. ‘What is it you want me to do, Harry? Something about this?’
And he grazed the bulge in Harry’s trousers with his teeth again. Harry bit his lip and closed his eyes.
‘Or do you want me to do something else?’ Charlie’s voice was rough, but strangely seductive. ‘Perhaps open your trousers and lower your pants and suck you?’
Harry swallowed hard. Charlie licked his lips, and then raised a hand and covered Harry’s erection, giving it a gentle squeeze.
‘Please,’ Harry gasped. ‘Oh, please, Charlie!’
‘What? Tell me.’
‘D-do it, please.’
Charlie trailed one finger down the straining erection. ‘Do what?’
Harry squeezed his eyes shut. He could feel his cheeks heat as he stammered, ‘S-suck me, p-please.’
‘Hm, oh, yes,’ Charlie agreed throatily, and then proceeded to do exactly what he had told Harry. Nimble fingers opened Harry’s fly and lowered the zip. Impatient hands tugged trousers and pants down. And then Harry’s cock was enveloped in wet heat.
It felt incredible. Lips wrapped around him, a tongue swirling and caressing him. Sudden suction, and Harry bucked up his hips, wanting more, deeper, more! He heard Charlie chuckle and realised that he had once more spoken aloud what he thought. But then Charlie gave him exactly what he wanted and Harry lost focus on everything but the rising tension in his body.
He wailed when Charlie suddenly let him flop out of that incredible mouth, but the wail was cut short by the feeling of a tongue flicking over the Pygmy Puff tattoo.
White lights seemed to go off behind Harry’s closed lids and the world fell silent around him, silent except for the humming in his mind. Every nerve end of Harry’s body tingled. He could feel something throb right under his skin, a strong, rapid pulse that filled his whole being.
It was like Harry had felt earlier, when Pam had painted the Pygmy Puff onto his skin, and yet it wasn’t like that at all. His body pulsated; he could feel the vibrations in his throat. And then the hot mouth was back on his cock, sucking, and a warm hand cupped his balls, and rough fingers caressed the tattoo, and Harry exploded with a force he had never experienced before.
Panting wildly and trembling all over, he opened his eyes. The room seemed darker and strangely blurred, but he could see Charlie propped up on the bed next to him. Then he realised that he was still wearing his glasses and that the lenses had fogged up, making for his blurred view. With shaking hands, he shoved his glasses off and blinked at Charlie.
Fingers brushed over his, and the glasses were taken out of Harry’s hand. Then he felt a soft caress on his cheek.
‘You all right, Harry?’ Charlie’s voice was still hoarse with desire, but Harry could hear the concern. ‘I think you blacked out for a while.’
Harry nodded shakily. ‘Yeah,’ he croaked. His throat felt odd. ‘All right.’
Charlie nodded. In Harry’s slightly hazy view he looked tense. ‘I … That was …’ He appeared to be having trouble speaking as well. ‘Your reaction, your tattoo’s reaction, I’ve never even heard about something like that before. It was … you were humming, Harry!’
Harry nodded again. That would explain the feeling in his throat.
‘Humming, like your tattoo,’ Charlie went on. ‘I could hear it. When I … when I sucked you, I could hear it, and then you began humming as well. I…’ He swallowed and then shrugged, obviously at a loss.
Harry could feel a smile stretch his lips. No, make that a goofy grin. ‘It was brilliant,’ he croaked.
Charlie blinked, and Harry elaborated. ‘You. Sucking me.’
Charlie closed his eyes and shivered. Harry frowned, but then noticed the tension in Charlie’s body and glanced down.
Oh.
Exhilaration rushed through Harry’s tired body. Suddenly he didn’t feel tired at all anymore. He sat up, and then winced as the zip of his jeans bit into his thigh. Harry flushed as he realised that he was still almost entirely dressed.
‘Harry, what…?’ Charlie began, and Harry half-turned and pushed the other man down onto the bed. ‘Wha—?’
Harry grinned at him. ‘My turn.’
He quickly pulled off his t-shirt and then shimmied out of his trousers and pants, only temporarily delayed by his trainers. It was strange, he had always been so self-conscious about bearing his body to anyone, but now he wanted to be naked, wanted Charlie to see him.
There was the sound of a strangled groan behind him when he bent down to pull off his socks, and Harry turned to peer over his shoulder. Charlie’s eyes had widened, and he was staring at Harry’s arse, one hand rubbing his cock through his trousers. Harry felt himself blush once again but he didn’t feel embarrassed, only excited. Quickly, he turned on the bed and slapped Charlie’s hand off.
‘My turn,’ he repeated.
Charlie shivered and lay back, eyes intently on Harry’s face. Harry grinned; his heart was beating fast. It seemed so extraordinary to him that he was here, Charlie laid out in front of him, waiting for Harry to touch him, to do what Harry had been longing to do all night.
It had only been this afternoon that he had realised he wanted Charlie, yet it seemed to Harry as if he had been waiting a lifetime for this.
He reached out and tugged on Charlie’s shirt. Together, they pulled it over Charlie’s head, and then Harry threw it aside, not once looking away from Charlie’s naked chest. Oh, he’d seen it before, once of twice, of course he had, otherwise he couldn’t have been fantasising about it as he had done earlier. Just last night he’d seen it. But these had always been only fleeting glimpses and now Harry could look all he wanted, as long as he wanted. He could look and touch and lick.
Lick. Harry licked his lips. Charlie’s groan made him smile, and then he pounced.
Harry kissed Charlie, hard and fast and passionate, first on his lips and then down his neck to his chest. Running his hands over the hard muscles of Charlie’s arms, feeling smooth skin alternating with the slightly rougher parts of the burn scars, Harry peppered Charlie’s chest with kisses. He licked both nipples, and then traced the outline of firm pectoral muscles with the tip of his tongue.
Charlie groaned under him, and his rough hands began caressing Harry’s shoulders and back. Harry hummed happily and tickled the soft skin just above Charlie’s left armpit with his tongue.
‘Harry,’ Charlie groaned, drawing the name out.
‘That’s what I’ve been wanting to do,’ Harry said. His voice sounded absurdly breathy.
‘What?’
‘Licking you.’ Harry ran his tongue down between Charlie’s nipples to his navel. ‘All over.’
‘Oh, god, Harry.’
Red hair so dark it was almost brown curled around Charlie’s navel and ran down, disappearing into his trousers. It tickled Harry’s chin as he mapped out the hard muscles of Charlie’s abdomen with his lips and tongue. Hmm, Charlie was hard everywhere. It was fantastic!
And then, Harry’s exploration reached the waistband of Charlie’s trousers and he faltered. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to do it. It was just that he’d never done this before and he wasn’t quite sure how to proceed. Hesitating, he ran his hands over Charlie’s body, arms and chest, and then his thighs. They felt wonderfully hard under his hands.
‘Harry?’
Harry peered up at Charlie, who had propped himself up on his elbows and was watching him. Charlie’s cheeks were flushed, his many freckles darkening the colour of his skin. Harry wondered idly if Charlie had those freckles everywhere.
‘You,’ Charlie began, bit his lip, and then went on, ‘You don’t have to, if you don’t want to.’
Harry shook his head. ‘I want to. I … I really want to.’ He took a deep breath, fortifying himself, and then burst out, ‘I want to touch you. Your cock. Suck you.’
Charlie’s legs twitched under Harry’s hands and he spread them a little further. ‘Feel free,’ he said, trying to joke.
Harry hesitated only a little longer, but then took courage and tackled the fastening of Charlie’s trousers. It wasn’t easy to open the two buttons, and the zip got stuck halfway down. Harry felt like an idiot, bumping Charlie’s cock again and again while he struggled, but Charlie didn’t seem to mind and only moaned every time Harry inadvertently touched him. It encouraged Harry to keep trying.
The trousers were finally undone, and Harry tugged. Charlie lifted his hips and helped him. Then the trousers were gone. Harry shoved Charlie’s pants down, and then he could only sit and stare as Charlie toed them off the bed. Yes, Charlie was freckled everywhere. And he was hard everywhere. Harry felt his mouth water.
Charlie lay back down, opening his legs in invitation. Harry swallowed. The Pygmy Puff hummed softly in his mind. Harry felt his prick twitch. He knew this sight would be burnt into his mind forever, Charlie naked and open in front of him.
In the light of the only remaining candle on the windowsill Charlie’s hair was a deep, dark red. His skin where usually covered by shirt and trousers was very white but covered with freckles, everywhere, so that it almost looked pale golden. The burn scars on arms and shoulders glistened brownish. The trail of dark hair on his stomach seemed to pull Harry’s eyes down to the hard cock curling up against Charlie’s stomach.
Harry licked his lips and reached out to touch it. When his fingers closed slowly around it, both he and Charlie shivered. Harry bit back a moan. He had wanted to touch Charlie’s cock but he had never thought that actually touching it, feeling it hard and hot in his hand, would feel so good.
He moved his hand in a slow caress, watching in fascination. Charlie’s cock was dark red, almost the same red as Harry’s tattoo. It pulsed softly in his hand. Clear liquid seeped from its tip. Harry rubbed his thumb over the head, spreading the pre-cum, like he did when he wanked, and tightened his grip. Charlie moaned.
‘Move it, damn you,’ he panted. He placed one hand over Harry’s and gave a few hard, sharp tugs. ‘Like this.’
Harry shook his hand off. ‘No, no, let me.’
‘Harry,’ Charlie growled, almost threateningly.
‘Let me,’ Harry repeated. ‘I … I want to feel you. Not … not rush this. You feel so amazing in my hand, you know.’
The sound Charlie gave could only be described as a whimper. His hips bucked up uncontrollably. ‘Tell me,’ he gasped.
‘What?’
‘Tell me. What it feels like.’
Harry blinked, a little confused, and looked down. ‘Um. Good. Brilliant.’
Charlie choked on a laugh. His fingers clenched into the sheets. ‘Oh, Harry …’
‘What?’ Harry felt a little hurt.
Charlie clenched his teeth. ‘N-nothing. It’s … all right. Just … keep moving. Don’t stop.’
Harry resumed stroking a little awkwardly. But soon the feeling of hot, damp cock in his hand made him forget about awkwardness. Feeling Charlie, hearing him moan, watching him buck and writhe was amazing. If he felt that good in Harry’s hand, how would he feel in his mouth?
Thinking and doing was one to Harry, and then he had his lips wrapped around Charlie’s cock and Charlie’s taste hit his tongue. Charlie gasped and grabbed Harry’s hair. His hips bucked, forcing his cock deeper into Harry’s mouth, and Harry gagged.
‘S-sorry,’ Charlie choked out but Harry didn’t listen. Having his mouth on Charlie’s cock was even better than having it in his hands and he wanted more of this. Wanted all of it, wanted to explore everything and try what he could do to make Charlie feel as wonderful as he had felt. So he did, licking and sucking and trying to twirl his tongue around the head of Charlie’s cock.
Above him, Charlie kept moaning and his hips twitched restlessly under Harry’s hands. Harry figured he couldn’t be doing this too wrong and applied himself vigorously. The Pygmy Puff’s humming became a little louder. It was deeper than before, more like a purring. Harry moaned delightedly, and then felt Charlie tugging on his hair. He gave a small sound of disapproval and sucked Charlie as deeply into his mouth as possible. Charlie hissed and tugged harder.
‘Harry, stop, oh fuck, stop, I’m gonna—’
He was close, Harry knew it, knew and wanted. He sucked harder, making Charlie groan loudly, felt Charlie’s thigh tremble at his shoulder. The Pygmy Puff tattoo twitched and hummed in Harry’s mind. Harry hummed along, and then Charlie shouted, his hands gripping Harry’s hair painfully, and came.
Harry swallowed reflexively, coughed, and swallowed again. Warm droplets hit his cheeks as Charlie jerked back, gasping. Charlie fell back down limply with a deep sigh that was almost a purr. Harry licked his lips and wiped his face before he crawled up and lay down next to Charlie.
Charlie turned his head to Harry and half-opened his eyes. He smiled, wrapped one arm around Harry’s shoulder, and kissed him. His other hand came up, wiping Harry’s temple. Harry snuggled closer to Charlie, tangling their legs, and kissed back happily.
‘I’m sorry for this,’ Charlie whispered sleepily and he cleaned his hand on the sheet. ‘I tried to warn you.’
‘Yeah, I know.’ Harry kissed Charlie’s jaw.
‘Why didn’t you—?’
‘Hmm, you taste good.’
Charlie’s arm tightened around Harry and he made that sound again, like last night, like earlier, a sigh almost like a purr. While Harry was still remembering happily what Charlie had told him about his own dragon tattoo, he fell asleep.
Some time later, he half woke up when someone was tugging on the bedding under him. It was dark and he grumbled indignantly. Then, he was pulled against a hard, warm body and a soft, warm blanket was spread over him. He fell asleep again.
The next time Harry woke, the room was lightened by the pale blue light of early morning that fell through the window. Right in front of him, a mess of dark read hair obstructed his view of everything save a little bit of the window. He blinked, confused for a moment. Then he remembered last night and flushed.
Oh God. Charlie. He’d had sex with Charlie. Brilliant sex. The best ever. And no one had cast a Silencing Charm, so probably the whole house had heard them. Harry hid his face in Charlie’s hair, insides squirming with embarrassment.
The feeling of Charlie’s warm, relaxed body calmed Harry a little. As he stopped berating himself, he became aware of the soothing humming in his mind, and for some reason relaxed even further. Well. If they’d heard him and Charlie at least he wouldn’t have to tell Ginny. Though it was still awkward as hell.
Harry sighed and emerged from his pillow. A few red strands tickled his cheek. He smiled, all thoughts of ex-girlfriends forgotten. Charlie’s hair felt really nice. Harry leaned closer and buried his nose in the red mess. It smelt nice, too. Charlie smelt nice, Harry decided as he rubbed his nose over Charlie’s neck and breathed deeply.
The Pygmy Puff’s humming changed to content and Harry caught himself softly humming along. He grinned lopsidedly and forced himself to stop. It was very early and Charlie was obviously still asleep. Harry didn’t want to wake him.
But he just couldn’t go back to sleep, either. Or stop looking at Charlie.
Harry propped himself up on his elbows and looked down at the sleeping man. He was lying on his stomach, with his hands thrust under the pillow, facing away from Harry. The blanket had slid down to his waist, exposing his magnificent tattoo. Lower down, toes peeped out from under the blanket, making Harry smile softly before his attention went back to the golden dragon twining around Charlie’s spine. He bent a little closer, curious.
It was the first time he really saw it. Two nights ago, he had been more than a little drunk, and although he wasn’t wearing his glasses right now, the tattoo was clearer and even more magnificent. It really looked as if the dragon was sleeping right under Charlie’s skin. With what he now knew about wizard tattoos, Harry wondered what would be necessary to wake it up. And what it would do when woken.
He leaned a little further in and ran his eyes over the dragon. Its head was lying just below Charlie’s left shoulder, and its tail disappeared somewhere underneath the blanket. Harry wanted to see where it ended and carefully pulled the blanket lower.
His breath caught in his throat. The Pygmy Puff hummed in approval. Harry licked his dry lips and bit back a moan.
The tip of the dragon’s tail rested just above the crease of Charlie’s arse, teasingly calling attention to what lay below it. And what a nice arse it was, Harry thought, appreciating the view. Nice and round but firm and, oh, were those dimples? God, Charlie had the most gorgeous backside Harry had ever seen. He wanted to touch it. All of it.
Sneaking a quick glance at Charlie’s half-hidden face, Harry carefully reached out one hand and laid it on Charlie’s arse. The skin was sleep warm and soft, but Harry could feel the muscles underneath. He couldn’t stop his fingers tightening, squeezing just a little. Gorgeous.
He’d never thought he could get so excited over a man’s arse, but here he was, getting excited all right. Carefully, Harry squeezed a little tighter. Charlie sighed but didn’t wake up.
Harry ran his fingertips over each buttock, enjoying the curves and the little dip of the dimples. And then he just couldn’t resist and brushed one fingertip over the dragon’s tail.
A shiver ran up and down Charlie’s spine. The tail twitched ever so slightly, and Harry could have sworn the skin warmed. So, of course, he had to do it again to be sure. Charlie sighed again. His hips moved a little, pressing deeper into the mattress. Harry smiled as he caressed the dragon’s tail.
He remembered doing this two nights ago, caressing the dragon, tickling its tail. Charlie had been lying on his stomach, just like he was doing now, and he had been moving, stretching and purring. Harry’s hand suddenly stilled as a few other bits swam up in his memory.
Charlie’s cock had been hard when he’d got up. Harry had been so drunk he hadn’t registered but yes, Charlie had been hard. Pam’s words echoed in Harry’s mind, and he remembered how it had felt when Charlie had been licking his own tattoo.
Oh. Harry felt himself blush. Charlie’s tattoo was apparently as sensitive as Harry’s and Harry had been stroking it! If Charlie’s tattoo was anything like Harry’s he might just as well have been stroking Charlie’s cock! Harry was torn between embarrassment at his past ignorance and breathless desire to do it again.
Desire won and Harry let his fingers trail over the tattoo.
Charlie shuddered lightly and wriggled a little but he still seemed to be asleep. Harry smiled at him before he focussed his attention on the tattoo.
He sat up and, using both hands, began caressing the dragon. He traced the slender body’s outline with his fingertips and rubbed the sinuous form with his thumbs. Then he used his fingernails to lightly scratch its belly, hind legs, and tail.
The skin was definitely warming up under Harry’s ministrations and the dragon twitched every now and then. Every time it did, Charlie’s breathing hitched a little. Harry grinned and redoubled his efforts.
Charlie’s spine beckoned him, its knobbly ridge, like pearls on a string, guarded by the sleeping dragon. Harry bent down and touched his lips to it. He could feel where the dragon was coiled as it had begun to exude its own heat. Eyes closed, Harry tried to follow the dragon’s body with his lips.
A sensuous shiver ran through the body under his lips. Charlie’s back arched a little, then the body moved into a lazy stretch. The low, content sound rumbled in Charlie’s throat, followed by a sleep-rough, ‘Hmmm?’
Harry looked up. Charlie’s eyes were half-open and a happy smiled curved the corners of his mouth. Harry felt unaccountably shy.
‘Hey,’ he said softly.
Charlie turned his head on the pillow and peered sleepily up at Harry. ‘Feels good,’ he mumbled.
Harry smiled back and quickly looked down again, feeling his cheeks heat. Absently, he rubbed his fingers over a little wet spot he’d left earlier. The dragon’s body coiled noticeably around his fingers, and Harry froze in surprise.
‘Oh!’ he exclaimed softly. ‘It … Charlie, your tattoo. It moved!’
Charlie’s back shook in a laugh. ‘Of course it did.’ The roughness in his voice was not sleep alone.
Harry grinned excitedly. It had woken! He bent closer and rubbed the dragon again. It curled its back around Harry’s fingers. Charlie groaned softly and wriggled.
‘Did you feel that?’ Harry asked.
‘Hmm, yes.’ Charlie moved to prop his chin up on one hand and peered over his shoulder. ‘You can feel yours move too, can’t you?’
‘Oh. Yes, of course.’
‘It feels wonderful when you touch me,’ Charlie went on softly. Harry looked up to see Charlie watching him with an unmistakably lustful expression. His own tattoo shivered excitedly which sent a jolt of heat into his hardening cock.
Charlie’s smile widened and his eye-lids drooped a little further. Harry felt his mouth go dry.
‘I thought so the other night.’ Charlie’s voice was so low it was only a murmur. Harry’s heartbeat sped up. ‘Hmm, and I fantasised about you. Being alone in a bed with you, like this, and have you touch me.’ He chuckled softly. ‘Made me horny as hell.’
Harry swallowed. ‘You, er, your tattoo always moves when you’re, um, horny?’
‘Oh, yes.’ Charlie shifted to press his back against Harry’s hand. ‘What do you think Pam was so chuffed about earlier? He knows my dragon pretty well, after all.’
Harry glanced down at his hands, not wanting to meet Charlie’s eyes, and half-heartedly tickled the dragon.
‘So, um, you mean your tattoo always goes off when you’re horny?’ he asked hesitantly.
Charlie didn’t answer immediately, and when he finally did, his voice was low and serious.
‘It’s a bit more than that, Harry. You remember what Pam said about a wizard’s feelings? It’s not just horniness that makes the tattoo move. It’s always connected to emotions.’
Harry’s eyes flew up to Charlie’s face again. Their eyes met. Charlie’s were very blue and very serious. Harry felt as if all air had left his lungs. He was surprised, delighted, feeling so light as though he could lift off every moment yet comfortably grounded at the same time.
A lopsided smile tilted Charlie’s mouth. He reached out one hand and gently cupped Harry’s face.
‘You really have no idea of just what you do to me, Harry, do you?’ Charlie’s voice was tender and a little self-deprecating.
Harry’s hand came up to lie above Charlie’s. He flushed and stammered, ‘I … I … Charlie …’
Charlie’s smile rose up to amused. He gripped Harry’s hand and pulled until Harry lay stretched out on top of him, front to back, and peered at Harry’s face on his shoulder. His fingers linked with Harry’s.
‘No, you don’t,’ Charlie answered his own question. ‘You’re absolutely adorably oblivious to your effect on other people.’
Harry blinked and only managed a confused, ‘Hnuh?’ before Charlie went on, ‘I want you, Harry, I’ve wanted you for years. Ever since the day you defeated Voldemort.’
His blue eyes, clear and bright, looked up into Harry’s. ‘I’d just arrived from Romania after getting Bill’s message and I met Slughorn up on his way to Hogwarts. He said you’d been fighting since last night.’ His fingers tightened around Harry’s. ‘I hadn’t seen you in over a year, and you’d grown and changed so much I almost didn’t recognise you as little Ron’s friend. I saw you fighting, and then I watched you face off with Voldemort.
‘I’ll never forget that morning. You were so thin and shaggy, dirty and unshaven and bloody, your hair even worse than ever, and then the sun went up and you looked like you were standing in a halo of light. And you stood there, when he fell, just stood there, looking a little confused, as if you couldn’t quite believe it was over. And it hit me so hard.’
Harry blinked rapidly. His heart was thumping so hard against his ribcage he thought Charlie had to feel it. ‘Charlie, I …’
‘Hush, love, let me tell you.’ Charlie’s voice was hauntingly soft. ‘It hit me hard, that morning. You, the kid I’d known for years, you were this amazing man who’d just defeated Voldemort with a little spell like Expelliarmus. And when everyone crowded in on you to hug and kiss you, you still just looked confused as though you didn’t understand what everyone was on about. I fell in love with you right there and then.
‘Although, looking back, I must say it had been coming for a long time.’ He chuckled. ‘I think ever since the time I saw your very nice ass on a broom, during the Tournament, when you outflew my most vicious dragon lady.’
Charlie smiled tenderly into Harry’s flushed, stunned face and leant in, brushing a soft kiss over his lips.
‘I fell a little more every time I saw you. I never thought I’d have a chance, of course, and then you got back together with my sister. But I just couldn’t keep away from you. Didn’t you wonder why I came back to England so often? Why, when I was here, I spent so much time with you, to the exclusion of most of my family? No, I know you didn’t. I don’t know if it made things harder or easier for me that you had absolutely no idea how you turned my insides upside down every time I did so much as hear your voice.
‘And that, Harry, is why I felt so guilty for causing trouble between you and Ginny. Because I wanted you so much for myself that I couldn’t help wanting to break you up. So that I could have you.’
He fell silent then, only looked at Harry, smiling. Harry took a deep breath.
‘I … We would have broken up anyway.’ His cheeks were burning but he forced himself to hold Charlie’s gaze. ‘Because … because she was right. I … I only realised during dinner last night that I like boys better than girls. Um. But … I … I mean, she was right too that I preferred to spend time with you, and … and I’d been getting this … this feeling, around you, every time, and …’
He stopped his babbling and, deciding he’d always been better with actions, pushed himself up a little and kissed Charlie firmly on the mouth. After a surprised second, Charlie began kissing back enthusiastically.
The Pygmy Puff, who’d been mostly silent throughout the conversation, began humming again. Harry felt Charlie’s buttock press against the tattoo, hard and hot and delicious. The Puff clearly loved the feeling of Charlie’s arse against it. Harry could only agree.
It was made even better with Charlie’s tattoo pressed against his front, the warm golden skin of the dragon a fiery ribbon against his chest and stomach. And that glorious tail tip rested just above Harry’s hardening cock. If he moved a little …
Harry’s eyes rolled back in his head and he groaned when he felt the hot tail twitch and brush his erection. It was as though a little, fiery tongue was licking him. He rotated his hips, brushing his hard cock over Charlie’s arse again, and the dragon’s tail flicked for a second time.
Charlie moaned into Harry’s mouth and pushed his arse upwards. His motion made one buttock slide over Harry’s tattoo and the dragon’s tail swipe the length of Harry’s erection. Harry whimpered and thrust forwards roughly.
They moved together like this for a time, mouths locked together, and fingers still entwined on the pillow. Harry’s tattoo had begun vibrating and its humming was loud in Harry’s ears. He could feel his vocal chords once more thrum with it. Charlie was making deep noises in his throat every time his dragon’s tail swished and moved, touching Harry’s cock.
The low purr, the vibrations of the humming Pygmy Puff, all that hot skin under and against his own drove Harry quickly to the brink.
Gasping, he tore himself away, pulling back from Charlie’s body. He didn’t want to come so soon.
Charlie made a protesting sound and thrust his arse up in the air. Harry bit his lip at the temptation of Charlie’s gorgeous backside. Another whimper from Charlie, and Harry ducked back down. He went for the dragon tattoo, kissing and licking every inch of it and Charlie’s wonderfully firm muscles.
When he had reached the dragon’s tail, the next logical step was to continue down to Charlie’s arse. Harry grabbed both cheeks, squeezed them together, and kissed each. He tickled the dimples with the tip of his tongue and nibbled on the wrinkly skin where thigh met arse.
Charlie trembled and moaned softly, wriggling against the mattress every now and then. When Harry’s curious fingers dipped into Charlie’s crease, his hips thrust forwards uncontrollably. Harry eyed the clenching muscles in Charlie’s arse with fascination. He raised one hand to feel the muscles moving against his palm, then gave in to an impulse and gave the cheek a resounding slap.
Charlie started, making a surprised sound.
‘Oh.’ Harry hunched his shoulders in embarrassment. ‘Um, sorry, did I hurt you?’
Charlie peered over his shoulder. To Harry’s relief, he was grinning. ‘No. Just surprised me. I didn’t know you were into that.’
‘Um.’ Harry felt his face heat up. He looked at the clear imprint of his hand on Charlie’s arse. ‘’m not.’
‘No?’
Harry smacked him again and Charlie’s breath hitched a little.
‘Hm.’ Harry tilted his head and gave Charlie a shy smile. ‘Might be. You … um, your bum looks nice with my handprint on it.’
Charlie laughed breathlessly and lay his head back down. He waggled his arse at Harry, clenching und unclenching his arsecheeks. Harry bit back a silly giggle and smacked both cheeks. Charlie gasped each time, but in a good way.
‘Um, do you like that? When I slap you?’ Harry asked curiously.
‘It’s called spanking, baby boy,’ Charlie corrected. ‘And yeah, I like it when you do it.’ He threw a leering grin over his shoulder. ‘One day, I’ll do it do you.’
The sound Harry made at that could only be described as a startled ‘eep!’
‘And you’ll like it,’ Charlie went on, lower. ‘I promise.’
Harry wrinkled his brow doubtfully. ‘But … it hurts, doesn’t it?’
‘But it hurts good.’ Charlie settled back down. ‘Come on, gimme eight more.’
‘Eh?’ Harry blinked, looked at his hand, then at Charlie’s arse, one cheek already nicely red, shrugged, and did what he was told.
Charlie really seemed to enjoy being spanked, if the gasping and moaning was anything to go by. And after the first hesitant slaps, Harry found a rhythm, alternating cheeks until they both glowed red. Harry’s palm was hot and stinging a little, and Harry thought Charlie’s arse probably felt the same.
He brushed his other hand over the red skin. Yes, it was warm. It seemed to be pulsating slightly, too. Harry shuffled on the bed until he could lean down and rub his face over the hot skin, cheek to cheek. Charlie gave a low sound that definitely reminded Harry of a content Crookshanks.
‘Hm?’ he made.
‘Stubble,’ was Charlie’s muffled reply. ‘Do it again, rub it against my arse. Yeah. Feels so good.’
Harry happily obliged, rubbing his face all over Charlie’s bum, like a giant cat. Charlie made that low, purring sound that Harry recognised by now. Smiling, Harry let his hands slide up and over the dragon tattoo.
Charlie moaned loudly. A shudder ran through him. He seemed to freeze for a moment. And then he moved, so suddenly and quickly that Harry could only blink, disoriented, as the world spun around him.
When it stopped spinning, he was lying on his back, pressed into the bed by Charlie’s weight, Charlie’s body between his legs, and Charlie’s lips hot and insistent on his own. Charlie’s very hard and slightly damp erection was pressed against him. Harry threw up his arms around Charlie’s shoulders and lost himself in their kiss.
He wasn’t really aware of Charlie moving, too overwhelmed by sensations – lips, tongue, hot skin on his tattoo – to notice what was going on around him. He did notice when Charlie’s rough fingertips touched his opening.
Charlie broke the kiss at Harry’s sudden stillness and glanced down. ‘If you don’t want this, say so, now, and I’ll stop.’
His voice, rough and with an underlying growl, send a shiver down Harry’s spine.
‘I … I don’t know … I’ve never …’
Harry shook his head and squeezed his eyes close. His ideas about how two men would have sex had always been rather vague. But he remembered what Charlie had said last night, what he wanted to do with Harry. It was frightening and exciting at the same time to even think about actually letting Charlie do it.
‘Harry, I swear, it will only hurt a little.’ Charlie’s voice was hot and a little desperate in Harry’s ear.
Harry nodded. ‘’s okay.’
‘Are you sure?’
Harry looked up into Charlie’s darkened eyes. His red hair was mussed and formed a weird halo around his head. His lips looked bruised. Harry tightened his arms around Charlie and pulled him down into another kiss.
‘Yeah, sure,’ he whispered against Charlie’s lips.
Charlie groaned and kissed him, and then Harry felt a finger slide into his arse. It felt odd, not bad though. Charlie curled the finger inside of him, and suddenly Harry felt the urge to pee. The finger moved again and the urge was gone, replaced by a burning sensation. Harry hissed softly.
Then the fingers were gone and Charlie leaned across him, reaching for the bedside table.
‘Charlie?’
‘I need lube.’
‘Oh.’ Harry lifted his head to rub his cheek over Charlie’s stomach. ‘Second drawer. It’s a blue bottle.’
A moment later, Charlie had found what he had been looking for and lay back down, chuckling softly. ‘Should I wonder why you know so well where Ron keeps the lube?’
Harry spluttered and screwed up his face. ‘Ew. No. That’s, um, that’s not Ron’s. It’s mine. I, er, brought it with me.’
Charlie raised his eyebrows and Harry squirmed in embarrassment. And then he squirmed again, for while he had been busy being embarrassed, Charlie had dipped two fingers into the bottle and brought the slick digits to Harry’s hole. They slid effortlessly in.
‘That okay? Doesn’t hurt?’ Charlie asked, slowly moving his fingers in and out.
Harry wriggled a little. ‘No, it’s okay. Feels a bit odd, though. Um, what are younmrahh!’
Charlie hit the spot again and Harry arched off the bed as shiver after shiver of pure pleasure ran through his body. The tattoo went wild, twitching madly, and its humming became almost deafening. Harry’s cock went from hard to aching within a single heartbeat.
‘Oh, oh, fuck, Charlie,’ he panted, clinging to Charlie’s broad shoulders. ‘That’s, fuck, what’s that?’
Charlie bit Harry’s shoulder. ‘Prostate.’
‘Oh god,’ Harry almost sobbed as Charlie kept caressing that spot. ‘Oh, ohhh, hnn, didn’t know I, ngh, had some-something like that!’
Charlie gasped a laugh. He pulled his fingers out, making Harry whine in protest, then slid three fingers in, moving slowly and cautiously. Harry all but squealed with delight and pushed back against the fingers. The Pygmy Puff tattoo had begun vibrating, the gentle motions stimulating Harry’s cock. Together with the new, strange sensation of being filled, Harry’s senses were almost on overload.
And then the fingers were gone again, replaced by something thicker that pushed slowly in. Harry gasped and clung to Charlie’s shoulders, bearing down. It was different than the fingers, fuller, and it burnt and hurt a bit. But even that was fine.
Charlie grabbed Harry’s hips to keep them from thrusting back against him and buried his face in Harry’s neck. He moved so slowly. Harry grabbed his arse and pulled, making Charlie whimper.
‘Harry, slow, slow down,’ he panted. ‘You’ll hurt yourself. Fuck, you’re so tight!’
‘And you’re so big,’ Harry laughed breathlessly in Charlie’s ear. ‘Move, move, please!’
Charlie swore and kept a string of expletives going under his breath until he was he finally all the way inside. Harry could feel Charlie’s balls resting against his arse. He whined softly and wriggled his hips in Charlie’s grip.
Charlie gave a choked sound. His hold tightened. Then he began moving, inching out and shoving equally slowly back in. Harry wrapped his legs around Charlie’s back and pushed up against the intrusion.
Soon, Charlie’s movements sped up, his thrusts became harder. Harry gasped and keened every time Charlie’s cock hit that special place inside. His blood was rushing through his veins, pushed forward by his rapid heartbeat.
With every thrust, Charlie’s groin rubbed against Harry’s, against the tattoo, intensifying every sensation until all Harry could do was cling to Charlie and moan faintly. The tattoo hummed and throbbed.
Harry’s fingers dug into the firm muscles of Charlie’s back. He could feel them move, feel the hot ribbon of the dragon’s body twist under his fingers. Charlie growled and thrust harder, faster.
Suddenly, a hard hand grasped his cock and pulled. Harry cried out and arched into the caress, feeling the tension in his groin curl tighter. He shook, teetering on the edge, and then Charlie hit that spot again and Harry came with a long, shivering moan. Charlie shuddered and lost his rhythm, thrusting erratically before he too came, groaning softly into Harry’s ear.
They slumped onto the bed, sweaty, sleepy, and sated. Harry brushed his fingertips over Charlie’s heaving back. Through the satisfied humming, he could hear soft, purring growls. He fell asleep with a smile on his face.
~ * ~
Some time later, Charlie shook him awake.
‘Hmmm,’ Harry grumbled and buried his face in his pillow.
‘Wake up, Harry.’ Charlie’s hand squeezed Harry’s naked shoulder. ‘Everyone’s up already. Breakfast will be ready soon and I think your training starts in about two hours. We’d better get down. The family will start wondering where we are.’
‘Hmpf,’ Harry commented. ‘Let them. Though I don’t think they will wonder,’ he went on with a grimace after a slight pause. ‘I never thought about casting a Silencing Charm and, uh, we weren’t exactly quiet.’
Charlie was silent for a moment, then he sat down on the bed next to Harry. ‘I cast one,’ he said quietly.
Harry’s head shot up. ‘You what? When?’
‘When I came up.’ Charlie shrugged and grinned a little ruefully. ‘Remember, I came to apologise to you. I thought you’d be angry with me. That you might yell at me. I didn’t want anyone to hear that.’
‘Oh.’ Harry blinked. ‘Oohh. You mean, they haven’t heard?’
‘No. I know how to cast a Silencing Charm.’
‘Oh,’ Harry repeated.
‘So, you see,’ Charlie went on, looking grim, ‘no one knows but you and me. If we go downstairs now, they’ll never know, and you—’
‘No!’ Harry sat up abruptly, wincing slightly at the soreness in his arse, and looked intently at Charlie. ‘You don’t mean to hide me, this, us, do you?’
Charlie gazed down at his hands. ‘I wasn’t sure there would be an “us”.’
‘What? But you said, last night …’ Harry stopped and swallowed. ‘Didn’t you mean anything you said?’
‘Of course I meant what I said!’ Charlie shot back, almost angry. He ran his hands through his hair agitatedly. ‘But, Harry, until two days ago, you were straight, as far as anybody knew, and my sister’s boyfriend. And to break up with her to get together with one of her brothers … I don’t know how everyone will react to that.’
Harry nodded. ‘Yeah. They’ll probably be angry. Ginny will be, definitely.’ He slumped a little, hugging his knees. ‘But I don’t want to hide this. My magic likes you. My tattoo likes you. You make me feel amazing, and I don’t want to lie about that. Besides, I don’t think I could hide what I feel, even if I tried. I’m not very good at that.’
He looked up when Charlie caressed his cheek. Charlie’s blue eyes were soft with tenderness and wistfulness. Harry smiled at him, but then suddenly something occurred to him and he grabbed Charlie’s hand.
‘That is, if you want them to know about us,’ he said hastily. ‘I mean, you’re probably only here for a couple of days more before you … before you go back to Romania, and I’d understand if you didn’t want to cause an uproar and—’
Charlie shut him up with a kiss, and Harry clung to him, suddenly feeling quite awful.
‘Harry,’ Charlie said softly as he pulled back. ‘I’d love to be together with you openly. And if you’re sure, if you really want this, I don’t care what everyone will say. Besides, George knows already, he guessed years ago, and I’m quite sure that both Bill and Dad have their suspicions. You’ll probably only shock Mum and Ron.’
‘I am sure,’ Harry said forcefully. ‘It’s going to be hard, with you in Romania and me here in England, and I can’t leave for at least another year until my training is over, and—’
‘Well, then it’s a good thing that the dragon reserve in Wales offered me the recently opened position of Master Keeper, don’t you think?’
Harry gaped at the broadly grinning Charlie. ‘What? You?’
Charlie chuckled and slung an arm around Harry’s shoulders. ‘Yes, they offered. I wasn’t sure whether to agree or not. It’s not as interesting as Romania, the reserve is smaller and there aren’t as many different breeds of dragons. The pay’s higher, though. And, well. You’re here.’
Harry threw himself into Charlie’s arms, making him overbalance, and they both tumbled back onto the bed. Charlie laughed and hugged Harry tightly.
‘I’ll put up with boring as long as I can have you,’ he whispered in Harry’s ear.
‘Git,’ Harry mock-growled. ‘I s’ppose I have to make things exciting for you, then.’
Charlie’s hands trailed down Harry’s naked back to his arse. ‘Hm, I think you’ll do splendidly,’ he said with an affectionate leer. He gave Harry’s arse a gentle squeeze, and then smacked both hands down, hard.
‘Ow!’ Harry glared at Charlie. ‘That hurt.’
Charlie grinned and patted Harry’s arse soothingly. ‘I’d kiss it better but I’m afraid we’ve got a breakfast waiting for us.’
Harry wiggled a little. ‘Can’t that wait a little longer?’
Charlie laughed and, standing up, lifted Harry off him effortlessly. ‘Come on, we’d better get down or we’ll have Mum here in no time.’
‘Uh.’ Harry grimaced and reached for his clothes. As he bent down to retrieve his t-shirt, Charlie smacked his arse again.
‘Charlie!’
Charlie kissed Harry’s ear. ‘I’ll kiss it better tonight. Promise.’ He winked and left the room, completely naked.
Harry gaped after him for a moment, then shook his head and followed him downstairs, to the shower, and then breakfast, a painful talk with Ginny, and the promise of an exciting future.