A Civil Union
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Lucius
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
19
Views:
47,334
Reviews:
72
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chapter 10
Title: A Civil Union, chapter 10
Summary:Marriage counseling.
Disclaimer:The recognized characters were created and perfected by JK Rowling, who owns them.
I looked up from the heated but friendly argument/debate Benjamin and I were having with Potter. Roberts had gone to answer the door, taking the opportunity to leave us and our highbrow points and counterpoints behind.
Roberts returned with the oddest look on his face. And a smallish person who looked no more than twelve clutching a notebook to her chest in tow. We stood as a group, politely waiting to be introduced.
"This is Miriam Destry," Roberts said, his tone bizarrely flat. We all stared at him, our discussion forgotten for the moment. She was tiny. Her fuzzy, black haired head would be just higher than my waist. And she really did look twelve. She waved a hand, beaming at us all.
"Hi," she chirped. "I am your court appointed marriage counselor."
Once the shock wore off enough to talk, we introduced ourselves all around. Then Benjamin took over, shepherding us all into the salon, offering tea, which was refused, I thought perhaps milk and cookies were more to the point. We followed him into the vast room, where Potter eagerly grabbed the first chair, I fell into the second, forgetting my manners in an attempt not to fall onto the floor. That left one chair for Miriam and the couch for both Benjamin and Roberts to share. No one was going to sit next to the counselor on that couch. They sat primly, one at either end.
She began, tossing her notebook into her chair and ignoring it otherwise. She bounced and fluttered as she lectured. "Communication," she said , "is the most important thing in any lasting relationship."
"You have to talk to each other and listen. And really hear what your husband is saying." She waved her tiny hands. She bounced in excitement. "If you can't communicate, you can't succeed." Warble, chirp.
"If you can talk, then you can have great sex." Urk. My brain fried right then and there. This...baby...was going to talk to me, to us, about sex. In front of us all. Just ...Urk.
There is little more humiliating to a grown man than to have a younger, much younger in this case, girl/woman teach him anything. Multiply that by four, and you have the four of us, staring at the pint sized dynamo who is lecturing us on sex. And not just sex, but sex between men.
I have never seen Roberts or Benjamin blush as they are blushing now. I can tell Benjamin and Roberts would give almost anything to be anywhere but here right now. I wish I could join them hiding under the rug in abject humiliation, if only the three of us had the nerve.
Potter, on the other hand, is rapt. He is actually listening, and hearing what she is saying. He is asking questions. Men don't ask girls questions like that. I feel like I am going to burn to ashes my blush is so hot.
"Masturbation is always a good place to start." She was talking about masturbation then. Not the hide out in your room alone, and no one the wiser kind. No she was talking about, 'mutual masturbation'. My brain static-ed, and I couldn't comprehend what I was hearing for several moments.
"...take him in your hand. Be aware of how he feels. Not just the way his erection feels in your hand....but how he is feeling about you touching him. He is heavy and warm in your hand. He gets even harder when you squeeze or stroke him." Urk. I was making that sound again.
"Giving each other pleasure means you should feel free to ask him how he likes to be masturbated. How fast he wants to be stroked, does he like a tight grip, or loose. If he prefers you concentrate on the head or the whole shaft. Orgasm can be very intense, the act is not a substitute for other acts. Just think of the many times you've pleasured yourself. Who would like to share a masturbation fantasy with the rest of us?" She trilled, happily, spinning in place.
I exchanged looks with my wide-eyed aurors, Potter was too busy staring at the girl/woman. If he'd been a dog his ears would have been straight up and forwardly canted. All his enormous attention was on the small lecturer. I could not blame him, he probably found her clinically fascinating.
"No?" She giggled, "Too soon? But don't be shy. Speak up! Remember, communicating is how you will reach the highest levels of sharing. Now, many men enjoy oral sex. Since you have not had oral sex with a male partner, let's go through the techniques most men find enjoyable." She beamed at us, as we sat frozen, Potter was nodding as if he agreed with her, or with her teaching methods.
"Touch is important. Take his erection in your hand. Really look at it. Get comfortable with it. It is helpful to familiarize yourself with another man's erection by experimenting. Taking the head in your mouth, seeing how it tastes, what it is like having something that size in your mouth. It is much different from oral sex with a woman. The difference takes time to get used to. So take your time! He may be circumcised, or not. It is just fine to try licking under the foreskin, sucking on it, gently! Always gently, unless he tells you he wants something rougher!" She fluttered past my chair, hopping with excitement.
"Licking is good. It is less frightening for men because it is less invasive. There is no fear of choking. Use a variety of licks, long ones from top to bottom, or short ones around the shaft. Swirling your tongue over the crown and the head of your partner's penis is wonderful. His reactions will tell you what he likes. And don't forget to use your hands, cupping his testicles, stroking his legs and buttocks. You can definitely stray off the reservation, as it were," Here she tittered with pure delight. "Lick his scrotum, take it into your mouth, gently. Now," she reached into he pockets, and produced several small, cylindrical objects, passing them to us all.
I peered at the object with dawning horror. I was sitting in my salon, with three other men, and a petite sex-pert, holding a dildo.
"Let's try some of the techniques we've discussed." She was brandishing her own dildo at us.
I knew I was not the only one who was thinking, "...no, absolutely not." That...thing was not going into my mouth.
ne'ichan
faestion1@yahoo.com
Summary:Marriage counseling.
Disclaimer:The recognized characters were created and perfected by JK Rowling, who owns them.
I looked up from the heated but friendly argument/debate Benjamin and I were having with Potter. Roberts had gone to answer the door, taking the opportunity to leave us and our highbrow points and counterpoints behind.
Roberts returned with the oddest look on his face. And a smallish person who looked no more than twelve clutching a notebook to her chest in tow. We stood as a group, politely waiting to be introduced.
"This is Miriam Destry," Roberts said, his tone bizarrely flat. We all stared at him, our discussion forgotten for the moment. She was tiny. Her fuzzy, black haired head would be just higher than my waist. And she really did look twelve. She waved a hand, beaming at us all.
"Hi," she chirped. "I am your court appointed marriage counselor."
Once the shock wore off enough to talk, we introduced ourselves all around. Then Benjamin took over, shepherding us all into the salon, offering tea, which was refused, I thought perhaps milk and cookies were more to the point. We followed him into the vast room, where Potter eagerly grabbed the first chair, I fell into the second, forgetting my manners in an attempt not to fall onto the floor. That left one chair for Miriam and the couch for both Benjamin and Roberts to share. No one was going to sit next to the counselor on that couch. They sat primly, one at either end.
She began, tossing her notebook into her chair and ignoring it otherwise. She bounced and fluttered as she lectured. "Communication," she said , "is the most important thing in any lasting relationship."
"You have to talk to each other and listen. And really hear what your husband is saying." She waved her tiny hands. She bounced in excitement. "If you can't communicate, you can't succeed." Warble, chirp.
"If you can talk, then you can have great sex." Urk. My brain fried right then and there. This...baby...was going to talk to me, to us, about sex. In front of us all. Just ...Urk.
There is little more humiliating to a grown man than to have a younger, much younger in this case, girl/woman teach him anything. Multiply that by four, and you have the four of us, staring at the pint sized dynamo who is lecturing us on sex. And not just sex, but sex between men.
I have never seen Roberts or Benjamin blush as they are blushing now. I can tell Benjamin and Roberts would give almost anything to be anywhere but here right now. I wish I could join them hiding under the rug in abject humiliation, if only the three of us had the nerve.
Potter, on the other hand, is rapt. He is actually listening, and hearing what she is saying. He is asking questions. Men don't ask girls questions like that. I feel like I am going to burn to ashes my blush is so hot.
"Masturbation is always a good place to start." She was talking about masturbation then. Not the hide out in your room alone, and no one the wiser kind. No she was talking about, 'mutual masturbation'. My brain static-ed, and I couldn't comprehend what I was hearing for several moments.
"...take him in your hand. Be aware of how he feels. Not just the way his erection feels in your hand....but how he is feeling about you touching him. He is heavy and warm in your hand. He gets even harder when you squeeze or stroke him." Urk. I was making that sound again.
"Giving each other pleasure means you should feel free to ask him how he likes to be masturbated. How fast he wants to be stroked, does he like a tight grip, or loose. If he prefers you concentrate on the head or the whole shaft. Orgasm can be very intense, the act is not a substitute for other acts. Just think of the many times you've pleasured yourself. Who would like to share a masturbation fantasy with the rest of us?" She trilled, happily, spinning in place.
I exchanged looks with my wide-eyed aurors, Potter was too busy staring at the girl/woman. If he'd been a dog his ears would have been straight up and forwardly canted. All his enormous attention was on the small lecturer. I could not blame him, he probably found her clinically fascinating.
"No?" She giggled, "Too soon? But don't be shy. Speak up! Remember, communicating is how you will reach the highest levels of sharing. Now, many men enjoy oral sex. Since you have not had oral sex with a male partner, let's go through the techniques most men find enjoyable." She beamed at us, as we sat frozen, Potter was nodding as if he agreed with her, or with her teaching methods.
"Touch is important. Take his erection in your hand. Really look at it. Get comfortable with it. It is helpful to familiarize yourself with another man's erection by experimenting. Taking the head in your mouth, seeing how it tastes, what it is like having something that size in your mouth. It is much different from oral sex with a woman. The difference takes time to get used to. So take your time! He may be circumcised, or not. It is just fine to try licking under the foreskin, sucking on it, gently! Always gently, unless he tells you he wants something rougher!" She fluttered past my chair, hopping with excitement.
"Licking is good. It is less frightening for men because it is less invasive. There is no fear of choking. Use a variety of licks, long ones from top to bottom, or short ones around the shaft. Swirling your tongue over the crown and the head of your partner's penis is wonderful. His reactions will tell you what he likes. And don't forget to use your hands, cupping his testicles, stroking his legs and buttocks. You can definitely stray off the reservation, as it were," Here she tittered with pure delight. "Lick his scrotum, take it into your mouth, gently. Now," she reached into he pockets, and produced several small, cylindrical objects, passing them to us all.
I peered at the object with dawning horror. I was sitting in my salon, with three other men, and a petite sex-pert, holding a dildo.
"Let's try some of the techniques we've discussed." She was brandishing her own dildo at us.
I knew I was not the only one who was thinking, "...no, absolutely not." That...thing was not going into my mouth.
ne'ichan
faestion1@yahoo.com