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The Table	By : Paradoxical Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Remus Views: 19084 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Table
- 1
"Shhh," Remus
hushed softly, firm weight warm between Harry's thighs. The man shifted even
closer, the front of his trouser's touching Harry's own. Not a hard press, but
unmovable, implacable, no matter how much the boy squirmed and gave soft whimpering
cries.

A hand firmly gathered
Harry's wrists together, pushed them against the wooden table above his head.
Harry gave a half hearted struggle, back pushed down hard against the table,
his attempts at arching away doing nothing more than pushing himself firmer
against Remus. To his dim (horror? disgust?) shock, he could feel the man
growing hard against his leg, cock tenting Remus' trouser's and nudging
insistently against his own.

"Remus!" Harry gave
a cry as the man bit his ear--really bit it!--and let teeth nip and lick down
the side of his neck. "S-stop!" he stuttered, legs squeezing around
Remus, unbidden heat pooling in his stomach. Merlin, oh fucking Merlin. He struggled harder, back of his thighs
shoved against the edge of the table as he thrust upwards into Remus, unable to
get good purchase as his feet dangled uselessly in the air.

The man�s breath was hot
against his ear; voice a low grumble, a growl. �You little slut.� His free hand
slid itself down Harry�s trouser�s, fisting around his growing arousal.

Oh shi�Harry
whined, words dissolving into incoherent babble. �G-god, god, oh my fucking god.� His hips moved to their
own accord, sliding his cock against that delicious firm hand.

Remus squeezed and Harry
yelped.

�Liking it already? Do you deserve to like it?� His hand stroked
down to the tip slowly, fingers playing with the leaking head of Harry�s cock.

�Please, please.� And gods he
didn�t want this, only it felt so good and it was Remus staring at him with hard, bright eyes, like something broke
inside him when Sirius had�

There was no sound for the
next few minutes except the wet sliding of Remus� hand and suddenly the man let
go just as Harry began to forget everything but the feel of that hand against
him and the heat that flooded through him, building until it threatened to
explode. Harry gave a choked sob, hips jerking upwards.

�No!�

Remus� fingers squeezed hard
against his wrists and Harry winced, knowing he�ll have dark bruises come
tomorrow. His cock peeked out from the top of his trousers, straining against
the fabric, the head shiny with precum�

�Of course you deserve it,�
Remus muttered, jerking down Harry�s pants along with his knickers until it
bunched up around his knees, Harry shuddered as the material scrapped roughly
against his erection. Suddenly exposed to the air he shivered, suddenly feeling
small and afraid as he tugged at the harsh grip Remus had on his wrists. �Stupid
child,� Remus snarled and Harry stilled, eyes wide, trembling in the man�s
grasp. �Trying to escape after what you�ve done? Sirius is dead because of you so shut
the fuck up,� until that moment Harry hadn�t been aware of the high pitched
keens that tumbled out of his mouth.

Harry�s eyes squeezed shut
and he stopped his struggling, biting back his cries. �Sorrysorrysorry,� he
whimpered, �I am so sorry, so so sorry.� It was all his fault that this was
happening and it was all his fault that Remus was hurting so much and he was so sorry.

A hand clumsily ran through
his hair, Remus suddenly crooning, �Shh, shh.� Tears leaked out of Harry�s
eyes. The grip the older man had on his wrists loosened slightly so that it
pained him less though he still couldn�t escape. Not that he was trying to at
the moment, motionless as he lay there, until he suddenly yelped as Remus
tweaked a nipple through his thin shirt.

Remus gave a choked chuckle
and Harry�s eyes flew open at the sound of a zipper being pulled down, head
straining upwards as he caught sight of Remus� thick erection jutting out from
the man�s body, large and purple, drops of fluid leaking at the tip.

�Don�t!� His legs swung
wildly as he tried to heave himself up and away. A harsh squeeze of his cock
abruptly terminated his movements and he couldn�t do more than whimper as Remus
hauled his legs up, knees drawn towards his chest. His trousers, loose as they
were, were quickly disposed of and his legs were spread apart. The man gave a
twisted smile, hand groping his backside in firm squeezes, inching closer to
his-his�

A finger brushed his entrance
and he bucked hard to his side, getting his right hand free from its confining
grasp. It scrabbled for the edge of the table in hopes of getting leverage up,
but then Remus was there, roughly shoving his back flat against the wood.

�This is your punishment,� Remus
growled out, Harry trapped and feeling exposed with his legs to the side of
Remus� waist, cock against cock. He couldn�t say anything to that and shit. The friction as Remus moved
against him felt so damned good and the man was hurting and wouldn�t normally
do this and it was all Harry�s fault
anyway. All fight left his body and he didn�t do little more than whine as
Remus ground against him harder.

�Lick it,� Remus ordered and
Harry blinked through sweat soaked bangs at the hand�no the fingers�that the man presented him with.
He opened his mouth tentatively; protest muffled as suddenly two digits
forcibly entered. He licked at them, then sucked harder when Remus demonstrated
his approval with a caress of his hand on Harry�s cock.

His head strained up as Remus
tried to extract his fingers, mouth following them mindlessly. Remus gave a
short laugh and let them drift down, one finger unceremoniously entering Harry
in a quick thrust. Harry�s own hands scrabbled at the wooden surface, hips
jerking at the intrusion.

Then the second finger went
it and it burned. Harry yelped,
squirming in pain even as Remus used his other hand to stroke at his cock even
as his fingers worked at his entrance. His eyes watered, a few tears leaking
out as Remus worked at him. When the hand lifting from his cock he gave a cry and
thrust upwards in protest. He saw Remus grab his wand from somewhere and point
at his exposed bottom, the man�s words undecipherable though Harry could feel
the results of the spell, wet slickness suddenly making the passage of Remus�
fingers easier.

He nearly sobbed in relief
and then and then Remus touched
something in him that made him shriek and beg incoherently. �Merlin! God! Oh
holy fucking shit please.� He didn�t
know what he was asking for, couldn�t hear his own words, but the man seemed to
understand because he kept rubbing towards that
area even as he worked on stretching Harry.

He needed to come. Harry was
harder than any other time in his life and god, why was he like this? But it
just felt so good and he
needed�needed�

Then the fingers withdrew.
Harry whined and moved wildly in protest, only to suddenly still as he felt
something bigger and blunter at his stretched entrance.

�Wha�� only he knew what and
Remus gave a twisted grin in reply.

�This isn�t for you,� the man
ground out and entered Harry with a fierce thrust. Harry gave a hoarse yell,
bringing his hands up to Remus� shoulders, fingers digging in hard. It hurt. It burned and filled him and
throbbed within him (inside of him, it
was inside of him!).

Remus grunted as his hips
moved, hands braced against the table as he slid in and out at a fast pace. Harry
could do little more than wind his arms around Remus� neck and hang on, tears
smarting his eyes as he was pound into.

This was so wrong and that�s all he could think about through the pain and
the gradually growing heat as his body got used to the sensation of being
filled. Soon Harry�s body began to move in tandem with the thrusts, hips
jerking helplessly.

Ohmyfuckingohmyg-- Remus hit that damned magical spot in him and he shouted incoherently,
movements speeding up as he bucked and pleaded.

The man bit the side of his
neck hard enough to draw blood, pounding into Harry�s body with a low growl
rumbling against his skin, cock almost impossibly growing larger in him until
Remus thrust in one last time, buried to the hilt, and spurted hotly into the
boy�s body.

The man slumped over him,
sweat soaked skin sliding against his own as Harry squirmed, so goddamn close
and yet so far at the same time. He was going to die if he didn�t come and his nails dug even deeper into Remus�
shoulders, cock rubbing frantically against Remus� shirt in a desperate attempt
to get off, the cloth almost too rough but he was too far gone to care by now.

Then Remus�s cock slipped out
of him, the man withdrawing. Harry�s hand fisted in Remus� hair, trying to jerk
him forward again, to finish him off,
only to have Remus shove his hands back down on the table by the wrists, breath
warm on Harry�s lips as teeth nipped at them.

�Remus!� Harry�s strangled
cry made a small glimmer of a grin appear, that intent look in Remus� eyes
still focused on him in a predatory fashion. �Please,� he begged.

The man stepped back and
Harry sobbed and tried to twist up, except his hips were being held down and holy fucking shit, Remus� head dipped
towards his straining cock and a pink tongue swirled around the violently
reddened head. Harry strained towards that wet mouth, whining as Remus would
only lick him instead of�

And then Remus sucked in the
rest of Harry�s erection, warm wetness encasing him all the way down and Harry
shrieked, hands suddenly free and scrabbling for Remus� head, gripping at the
man�s hair as if all he could do was hang on. The back of his head hit the
table hard as he threw his head back, momentarily seeing stars, grip not
slackening the slightest.

Remus bobbed up and down,
tongue doing things a tongue shouldn�t be able to do, one hand swinging around
to fondle at the heavy sac beneath Harry�s cock. Harry was close to begin with
and the added stimulation he writhed wildly, bucking up into that fucking
wonderful mouth and erupted, spilling deep inside.

His head hit the wood with
one last thunk and Harry�s grip on Remus loosened as he sprawled wantonly over
the table, shirt soaked completely through, breath coming heavily. Through
bleary eyes he could see Remus swallow, a touch of white at the corner of his
lips. The man straightened, adjusted himself, and hitched his trousers up with
a hand. One finger wiped away the come and Remus hesitated for a moment before
leaning over Harry�s prone body, bringing the finger to Harry�s lips, eyes
narrowed on the boy�s face.

Harry looked at it silently
before opening his mouth. He licked the finger clean. �
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