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WONKY CROSS	By : JanisJ Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 59358 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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A/N: Thanks for all the reads, rates and reviews! I LOVE them! It really makes me happy to get such a nice response! :)

Aww, Sablesilverrain, you flatter me! I’m SO glad you told me about the “currently reading” listing! Totally made my day— thank you!

Hollibel, I’m with you on them all getting too familiar with instant magic messaging…. They REALLY need to realize there has to be some times when people aren’t reachable/don’t want to be disturbed. (It’s kinda my old-school jab at all the new-fangled technology that has everyone enslaved ;)

Flare and Cody_Thomas, it always makes me smile to hear from you. I’m enjoying being your fanfic “pusher” :)

Hope everyone who has been following— and been soooo patient with the slower updates— enjoys this next little bit…. (12 plus hours a day spent walking, playing and having to constantly pet cute doggies kinda puts a crimp on thinking about and writing sex…. go figure! ;P)

~O~

CRYSTAL-CLEAR, PART 2

The two men awoke from a light doze to yet another glowing message from Hermione; both bleary and blinking, they tried to focus on her interloping otter:

It was informing them in rapid and hushed tones that they were two hours late for the gathering in the Great Hall and Molly was planning to come up to their room to collect them if they didn’t arrive soon. Both members of the new couple groaned at having their privacy interrupted again.

(But to be fair, they had to admit this actually constituted a low-level emergency, having the threat of the matriarch barge her way in to their love-nest that positively reeked of their sex-fest.)

It would NOT be good if Molly discovered and roused them in their current pose; finding them in their most natural, nude state entwined in sated limbs and wrinkled bed-sheets (the debauched tableau completed by dried, crusted mouths with bodily excretions) would be nine-circles of Hell BAD! Mum would brow-beat and interrogate until they answered uncomfortable questions they didn’t want to give just now.

“I’m sorry,” Hermione’s voice resounded in the room, “I tried to head her off and say that you had been feeling under the weather, Harry, but I don’t know if she believes it.” The two men glanced at each other in alarm. “She fears you’re just cross with her about Ginny and simply hiding out…. She’s determined to talk to you….” Hermy continued to explain apologetically and urgently, the little clever mammal wringing its little dexterous paws. “Just thought you ought to know….”

As her Patronus faded, they groaned again. Their apprehension of being intruded upon by a smothering caregiver dampened their spirits.

Neither of them wanted to have to get dressed and go the holiday celebration-- or pretend that Harry was ill and be unintentionally cock-blocked for the rest of the evening by the Weasley matriarch forsaking the festivities and fussing, taking up a bedside vigil.

Charlie’s mind was scrambling about how to get out of going to the party and keep his fledgling lover naked and in bed with him, much preferring not to have to deal with his mother at all. She always saw through any of his attempts to keep the truth from her (plus the shit-eating grin he wasn’t able to wipe off his face would be a dead give-away).

Harry was also trying to formulate a good excuse to stay in the room. ALONE! He’d just gotten Charlie’s full and focused attention on himself and he REALLY didn’t want to share it with anyone else just yet!

Even if they could remain side by side in the crowd— with the usual rot of people wanting and vying for his attention-- they would still have to affect a superficial, platonic friendship and Harry didn’t think he could keep his hands off his new…. erm…. Boyfriend? Soulmate?

(Changing and switching Patronus shapes had to indicate SOMETHING serious, right?)

They looked at each other miserably, their mutual reluctance to return to a larger social circle so soon immediately obvious. Charlie’s meaty hand squeezed his fingers reassuringly.

Harry lifted his Holly-and-Phoenix-Feather in an optimistic attempt at damage-control-- hoping all the while that his reply wasn’t too husky and gravelly from his earlier deep-throating. He had to let them all know that the two of them were ‘staying in so he could feel better’.

(This earned Charlie a good-natured light punch to his huge bicep from Harry as he snickered at the unintentional innuendo.)

Irritation and relief warred when, within mere moments, Molly’s plump goose form appeared in their midst; they both were frozen in matching blanches and then riddled with synchronized flinches while the clucking, hissing and cooing ensued as her emotions fluctuated unpredictably during her missive:

“Ah, Harry, dear. I was so afraid you were avoiding us due to all the…. recent…. unpleasantness among the family…. It is not your fault! And Fleur had SO hoped to see you and apologize in person! She’s been livid but also distraught that you might have thought she was a willing accomplice-- you thinking that she had known what her offer of the cottage on Halloween to Ginny really meant, well…. Her ‘Howler’ that exploded in the attic this morning— despite being in rapid, and sometimes unintelligible French-- made it quite clear how strongly she felt upon hearing the news.”

Huh?! Fleur?

“We ALL feel that way!” Molly was going on with her rant, having worked up a head of steam, “It’s not just her pregnancy hormones at work! (Oops! They’re not telling yet! Tee-hee…. Arthur, stop that! *giggle*)”

Harry and Charlie exchanged looks of intrigue and disbelief, mixed with shudders of revulsion. Obviously a good amount of drink was making the parents uninhibited to the point beyond simply speaking their minds to being openly randy and un-heedful of disclosing their private by-play. (The young men REALLY didn’t want to know about that!! Thank God they weren’t there in person to witness this! The flirty fluttering tail feathers alone were enough to stomach, thank you very much!).

The Antinadae mother’s tone then lowered and crooned:

“But I can tell from your voice that you are truly feeling poorly. We love you, Sweetheart. And make sure you get plenty of tea and honey— that always soothes a sore throat. Please rest up and try not to feel too bad, we all just want you to get well and know we love you. (Arthie, STOP! That tickles…. Hush it now, I think the spell is still going…. *titter* I don’t need more punch….)”

Both men breathed a sigh of relief that it seemed it was finally over. But there was a bit more:

“Charles Arthur!” the smoothly feathered head puffed a little and shrewd eyes peered from atop its slender neck, wavering around unsteadily like a charmed cobra, apparently unsure on where to find her son’s location in the room. Eventually it settled on their general direction and squawked authoritatively with a renewed sense of clarity (that allowed no room for argument). “You take excellent care of our Harry!” Her bleating honk reduced to a warbling ‘caw’, “Be a dear and make sure he gets something to eat and stays in bed!”

He found Charlie waggling his eyebrows suggestively. “I think that can be arranged….” The younger wizard rolled his eyes and then mock-grimaced at the redhead’s ribald comment of, “And I’ve got something for you to eat right here,” as he grabbed his own crotch and jiggled his bald flaccid bits at the blushing brunet.

The dragon-handler’s physical-comedy joke fell a little flat the next moment when his stomach gave a great big lion-sized growl. They both were really hungry after building up such an appetite….

Harry sent a terse response:

“Thank you all for your concern over how I’m feeling, but I’ll be in good hands with Charlie,” then added in a firm tone, adding a pointed emphasis at the end that he hoped would communicate his wish to be left alone for the rest of the night, “We’ll speak to you tomorrow.”

As his stag departed, the over-bearing (but well-intentioned) bird-- with its wings crooked oddly at its sides in a reflection of Molly’s ‘no-nonsense’ stance of hands on hips she adopted in every instance of issuing orders-- dissipated in a soothing-smooth of previously-ruffled feathers.

That should have been the end of it.

But the atmosphere in their “private” chambers deteriorated further as Ron’s Jack Russell burst into the room, yipping and running in circles. The little dog chased its tail before rolling onto his back, wriggling and kicking his paws in the air while he laughed and wheezed, “Staying in bed! To feel better! In Char’s good hands! Sore throat! Hahahaha!”

Losing patience with the disruptions, Harry sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose (a gesture he surely picked up from Snape when the Potion Master had dealt with tamping down his extreme exasperation of him in school; somehow, oddly, he channeled the spy’s gesture perfectly).

Charlie huffed heavily and was about to kiss Harry to get them back to where he wanted when George’s orangutan materialized:

The ghostly Great Ape whooped with unrestrained glee and giggles as it brachiated on the four-posters and canopies. Swinging and swooping, it bounced on the un-used mattresses in the dorm, flinging around the bed frames with acrobatic ease and ended by saying, “Hey, you randy gits, just make sure to look out the window at midnight. We’ve pulled out all the stops and are using our best pyrotechnics!”

The usually easy-going auburn-haired man looked like he was about to tear his beautiful locks out (if his clenched jaw and strained smile was any indication), clearly never having had to put up with such obnoxious shenanigans during a private liaison.

Harry grumbled under his breath.

While it was nice to have George getting back to his carefree, fun-loving self, the last thing he wanted was his new potential lover to get frustrated with him and all his baggage and back out, coming to the realization of how complicated life with him would be!

(And they hadn’t even been in public together yet, getting hounded, pursued and accosted by the press and private citizens alike! Harry shuddered at the thought of what was awaiting them out in the wider world, unprotected by the bubble of safety that surrounded their social circle at Hogwarts and The Burrow.)

Plus, now he was fully fed up with what a nuisance this type of ‘anytime, anywhere’ messaging truly was. Yeah, it was annoying before, but this seemed like it could make the man he loved turned off by having to deal with him. It upped his resolve to “solemn vow” status that he finagle his way into getting Hermione to set up a system of ‘voice mail’— and if she didn’t, he would apply himself like never before and WOULD!

He understood and appreciated not having to talk face to face with the women just now— who both had valid messages to send— but he could have done without the intrusive, teasing antics of the Weasley brothers he wasn’t currently sharing a bed with. Clearly, somehow along the way after The War, they had become too familiar and reliant on it.

Charlie gave him a lop-sided sheepish grin as his stomach rumbled again and felt his own hunger pang in sympathy.

As neither of them wanted to be separated for even a second, the two were presented with the problem of both of them getting dressed and leaving the bed in search of sustenance. But they also didn’t want anyone to catch them in the corridors and blow their cover-story of Charlie playing nurse-maid to a Harry that was supposedly too ill to be out of bed; if found, they would probably be forced to attend the gathering in the Great Hall.

And then Harry was hit with a blinding jolt of enlightenment!

“Kreacher!” he yelled, wondering against hope that as the heir of Sirius (at least on paper) he still had dominion over the chattel-cum-tentative-friend that had been bequeathed to him along with Number 12.

(He immediately felt bad he hadn’t given the Elf devoted to the House of Black another thought after seeing him support his side at the Final Battle, never wondered if he’d stayed in his godfather’s childhood home or at the Castle…. Or anywhere at all, really).

Charlie gave him a quizzical look. “Creature?” Harry had only a moment to half shrug when they were graced by the appearance of a wrinkled old House-Elf. The redhead visibly startled at the crack of Apparation; he was speechless as the bull-frog voice croaked, “Master called….”

The shriveled thing bowed low, his pointy nose hovering over the carpet and— strangely enough— a golden locket around its neck scraped the rug. (Harry was a little unsettled by the weird glimmer in the diminutive servant’s eye as he straightened up again and silently perused the scene before him.)

He asked Kreacher most politely-- Hermione would be so pleased for remembering his manners!-- if he was able to arrange and bring the two of them some food and some champagne.

“I’ll bring Master and his ‘mate’ a spread most befitting of a celebration, a special selection from the New Year’s party below….” The little being touched his necklace reverently and the oddly amused leer in his bulging eyes became more pronounced. It made Harry try to inconspicuously cover up more of their nudity; really, he hadn’t expected the summons to work so was unprepared— and they had both been rather exposed.

At Charlie’s questioning gaze and murmur of ‘never seen one wearing jewelry before….’ Harry mumbled a very short explanation of his history with the Black’s servant before Kreacher reappeared, weighed down with a large platter and two bottles of bubbly. He gracefully placed it on the bed before them and bowed low again.

“A wonderful New Year to you, Master Potter…. and ‘friend’.” That (decidedly very creepy) glint in his eye was still there— bordering on a manic twinkle-- as his thin, rubbery lips were pulled into an ominous smirk, revealing pointy teeth before he popped away.

The two men could only stare at their dinner in speechless shock.

For appetizers, there was a bowl of mixed nuts and pretzel sticks (sticking up at erect angles). The main dish consisted of two huge, hot thick sausages, each nestled in between small baguettes slit lengthwise (the set-up similar to American hot-dogs).

Beside the dinner plates was their dessert. If the theme of food choices was more subtle in the beginning, it was blatantly obvious by the end:

The sweet-ending to the meal was two chocolate-covered frozen bananas on a stick on one plate, artfully arranged with pair of wrinkled figs under one, and the other had a fuzzy kiwi cut in half, flat side down— both drizzled with crème fraiche in a very suggestive pattern. The curve of each cocoa-coated, pale yellow fruit was tilted toward the other’s tip, almost touching….

Silence reigned until Charlie threw his head back in unrestrained guffaws at the phallic feast, his shaking body dangerously bouncing and rattling the tray precariously perched on the mattress beside him. Harry just buried his face in his hands and moaned (there was NO WAY in Hell that this was how the feast in the Great Hall was being presented!)

“Wow,” the dragon-handler gasped, trying to catch his breath in between giggles, “what a little perv! Who knew House Elves had senses of humour?” He tossed a few nuts in his mouth and popped the cork from one of the bottles, purposefully not checking the over- flowing foam and “accidentally” let it dribble across Harry’s chest so he could lick it up.

The brunet squirmed and squealed, both in mortification over Kreacher’s lechery and then the sublime sensation of Charlie’s tongue delving into the small puddle in the hollow of his collarbone.

Harry grabbed the champagne and took several swigs and tipped it over his bed-mate’s belly, filling the button; “Oops,” he said with a shy—though entirely impish and unapologetic— smile. The redhead’s stomach jiggled with contractions as his lover sucked down the drink, the carbonation and the young man’s stubble tickling his skin.

They nibbled at the crunchy snacks and shared more of the sparkling wine, caressing each other in between kisses and laughing at Kreacher’s creative layout of their supper.

The new couple started relaxing again, knowing they had the rest of the night alone, the feeling bolstered by the promise of no more inopportune interruptions; they got back to their previous honeymoon-like state of giddiness— and became happily buzzed from the alcohol on practically empty stomachs.

“I’m starved, but I’m kinda scared,” Harry eyed the main course with a bit of apprehension but his appetite was winning the battle.

Charlie laughed easily and opened the second bottle; he handed him his big banger-in-a-bun and took a huge bite of his own. Harry’s eyes darkened and avidly watched a trace of glistening, shimmering grease trickle down out of the corner of his mouth into his goatee, the groan of satisfaction going straight to his groin.

Charlie smirked, grinning at his lover and mumbled around a muffled mouthful, “S’delicious…. Sh’d try it.” Harry was a bit mesmerized by the thick tube of meat disappearing within those sinful, pouty lips and had to take a moment to clear his head of dirty thoughts. It was Charlie’s turn to have his baser hungers stoked as Harry hesitantly opened his jaw and started to eat his supper.

“So hot,” the redhead commented with a wink, “seeing that sausage go in…. Nph!” He fanned himself with his free hand as he polished off the last of his meal in a few wolfish bites, watching Harry intensely. “Could do without the teeth though!” he quipped, inwardly swooning as he watched the brunet wrap his lips around the top of the bottle and taking a few more swigs, Adam’s apple bobbing; he gulped audibly as Harry stuffed the last fraction in his gob and, one by one, licked his fingers clean.

He was driven speechless (and jokeless) when in the next moment his arms were full of hot, naked flesh up against his and a greedy tongue was questing around in his facial hair. It was like being cleaned by the most sexy, living, breathing wet-napkin EVER!

“That was soooooo hot,” Charlie wheezed, noting the renewed hardness rutting up against his thigh. “I think I may need another taste of your ‘meat’,” he purred, reaching down to give Harry’s erection a long, languid tug.

(He left out the explicit mention of what the pinched whorl at the end of the sausage was reminiscent of and his wish to devour the delicacy of the anatomical analogy that lay between the brunet’s buns— but he definitely had it in mind!)

Harry didn’t need any more prompting other than that husky growl in his ear and he was more than willing; the warm, square palm engulfing his length was just icing on the cake.

Charlie dribbled more champagne over the nubile body below his, delighting in each twitch of muscle made at the sudden chill and slurped up every spill; the black-haired bush at his groin absorbed the liquid like a sponge and that too was enthusiastically sucked up (complete with the unintentional, erratic pulling of pubes caught in teeth was a Russian Roulette delivering exquisite torturous pleasure).

Writhing under the oral onslaught of sensation, Harry was swimming in ecstasy but he was also bordering on desperation since Charlie’ mouth was everywhere BUT on his yearning penis.

(He quickly deposited the bottle that had been given back to him— that was dangerously tipping in his lax hand— on the nightstand so that he could safely enjoy what was to come.)

The teasing was driving him mad! He couldn’t complain though-- the tongue on his balls was blissfully brilliant. So were the hands roaming his hip-bones and glutes…. and then the thick thumbs that pulled apart his cheeks, threatening to make his anus gape open….

Until….

His breath hitched as the auburn whiskers tickled lower and the slobbery laving went to a place he’d only thought about being tended to conceptually.

The reality was so much more! His whole body went rigid. It was scandalously INCREDIBLE! The wet, textured yet velvety rub to his most naughty body-part titillated and thrilled him to no end. (And the fingers that never stopped moving— good Lord— the FINGERS!!)

Charlie’s hands had been delving into the mix, closer and closer to his hole; they were now brushing over his wrinkled ring, taking turns with his tongue. The contradictory slick slip of his tongue coupled with the rough, hard-calloused pads-- and the wiry scratch of his whiskers-- against his most sensitive and tender skin was sublime.

He was teetering on the brink of orgasm from that alone.

(The stray thought flitted across his lust-addled mind again that he was continually astounded that Charlie could get him so aroused and close to coming while the full-on sex he had had with a woman got him absolutely nowhere.)

Charlie was drowning in euphoria at being allowed to pleasure his heart’s desire in this fashion; he’d fantasized about it, of course, but being able to in real life was SO much better! And even more perfect, he was met with no resistance-- no initial ambivalence or token denial-- just unadulterated enthusiasm at his attention to the young man’s untried anus.

It was GLORIOUS!

He threw all his best moves into mouthing the musky hole he’d dreamed of for so long.

Judging by the eager rocking and presenting of Harry’s wriggling lower half, along with the (almost frustrated) whimpered mewls, it really looked like he was begging to try some sort of penetration; soon, the novice was downright shoving his freshly-showered ass further into Charlie’s face and making the most delicious strangled noises in his throat.

He’d had every intention of taking it slow, introducing him to things at a more leisurely pace, but something in Harry’s response made him ask….. made him long to proceed further (and hoping to try).

“Harry….” Charlie was breathless with excitement that the gorgeous bloke’s undulating beneath him might be ready to have his virginal orifice breached but was just too bashful to voice it. “Have you ever had anything in here?” he asked, tapping an index finger on the (very pronounced and determinedly clenched) starfish.

He was pleased to note the shivers his hot breath produced while whistling over the black-haired sprinkled groin and made the young man wiggle wildly all the more.

His mussed ginger head poked up higher like a meerkat between Harry’s thighs in order to catch his silent reply, a fervent shaking of his brunet head. Panting through his nose, the brunet beauty sank back on the pillows and whispered with a full-bodied wince, “No…. Well, yeah. I guess so. Just…. You know…..”

What?!

Typically, guys who assume they are straight don’t generally experiment with putting things in their ass! Charlie’s mind was whirring with scenarios he’d been pretty much positive had never happened— until now.

What had he done? His fingers? His WAND? Another object as a toy?!

“What?!” Charlie was almost frantic in his incredulity and arousal at the thought of Harry playing with himself and doing solo ‘butt-stuff’. “Tell me! What was it? What have you done?!” He shook Harry’s thighs in an overly-strong grip as the embarrassed-charged silence ensued, and urged— nay, demanded— him to divulge the extent of his self-exploration.

The more experienced wizard had held back, not wanting to push Harry into anything intrusive too fast and scare him off; he’d been successful so far at restraining himself from blindly going ahead-- acting purely on animal instinct-- and selfishly taking something he was dying to do just in case the young man wasn’t ready to experience it yet.   After all, this was all incredibly new to Harry, only just recently considering and having same-sex relations.

(But he was kinda pushing it just now, at least into urging him to TALK about it, right?)

His lover squeaked in anguish and reticence, hiding his face in his arms (though a tell-tale blush could be seen on his neck). “Don’t make me say it!”

“Pleeeeeease,” Charlie whined, each image in his mind’s eye sexier than the one before. “I want…. No, I NEED to know!” and bit the inside of the creamy thigh beside his right ear as if to punctuate the severity of his claim.

“Fuck!” the reluctant brunet jumped at the sharp sensation to his delicate skin. “FINE!” he spat out angrily, “Shit, Char! Fuck you! SHIT!”

Charlie simply kept his expectant gaze until he took in the non-verbal cues and slump of posture that meant the young man had said his piece and made his grand, withheld confession (and the vibrant crimson flush deepened down his heaving chest).

Realization dawned and he was filled with a thousand emotions!

He’d initially thought his Sweetness was just cursing, angry at his insistent prying…. But, after evaluating Harry’s reaction…. and accounting for his habit of taking things literally in translation finally filtered through his randy, racing mind.

His heart melted.

“OH, Cuteness!” he squealed from the back of his throat and bottom of his heart (in a very manly way, mind you) as he drummed the tops of his feet into the mattress in his amused excitement. He squeezed Harry’s legs tightly around his ears. “You are SO bloody fucking precious!” He immediately peppered the man’s trembling form and firm bits with wet, squithery but light kisses. “Don’t you ever change!” he exclaimed with the most sincerity and passion he could convey.

He wanted to devour the cutest, sexiest thing he’d ever encountered right then and there!

But Charlie knew he had to proceed with the utmost finesse even though he was so fuelled with desire right then…. He needed to be careful, but he also had to let his feelings known. He wished that Harry might be all right with ‘going all the way’ guy-style!

(Huh?! Harry was completely stymied: the ‘Ultimate Cool Guy’ was acting as if his ignorance was found to be downright endearing and not a total turn-off?!)

He barely heard Charlie continuing to speak over the blood rushing in his ears, but his focus was brought back by the breathless, enthusiastic redhead punctuating his proclamation with his finger on Harry’s pucker-- “I meant put something IN to there!”

Humiliated by his inexperience and stupidity over correct sexual terminology (yet again), Harry groaned-- this time being mortified at being caught out in his own naiveté. (Why hadn’t he just kept his big fat mouth shut? ESPECIALLY regarding something so unappealing?!) It actually served to help deflate his cock a bit; it had been hard enough to cut diamonds just a minute ago and threatening to explode— now he had some moments of reprieve.

But then that magic mouth was back with a renewed fervor and the fire in his loins returned with a vengeance. The forgiveness he’d thought he would need to hope and beg for was non-existent; the love and unconditional acceptance of who he was had been there all along.

He was soon squirming and needing more (but was too shy to ask).

When the finger prodded, a bit like in the shower earlier, pressing at the most intimate indentation on his body, he issued the most undignified, garbled cry and pushed towards it; he could only wish that would communicate his desire without actually having to verbally articulate it.

Charlie’s smile was hidden in the cleft of Harry’s cheeks, pleased with the keen of frustration when he’d paused in his ministrations. He relished the tremors that shivered through the wiry frame as he purposefully poked the tip a bit deeper at the pliant point of give and asked-- blowing his hot breath over spit-wettened skin-- “Do you want to try it?”

Harry nodded and sighed, whispering, “Yeah….”

The older, more knowledgeable wizard swirled a digit through the slick cream liquefying on their dinner tray and smeared it on Harry’s hole; without giving the brunet any time to dwell on what might happen next, he slipped the business-end of his wand in just a fraction and muttered the spells that would roll through his rectum to cleanse, lubricate and stretch.

(He may have over-done it on the force behind the muscle-relaxant part, but he didn’t want to take any chances it wouldn’t be enough for Harry’s first time.)

The brunet enjoyed the fact that Charlie had returned to his rimming.

Yet, while the mysterious ass-spells were appreciated-- and he was liking the internal tingles-- Harry couldn’t help but clench his sphincter completely closed. His rectum felt empty, a hollow chamber, inflated like a balloon-- like holding in a fart!

“C’mon, Love,” Charlie coaxed, trying to worm a finger in past his tight control. “You gotta relax for me, let me in…. unless you don’t want to anymore.”

The brave dragon-handler tried— he really did— to keep the disappointment from his voice and be all right with backing off at this point. (His cock wept a clear tear in disagreement.)

Harry was tense with terror.

He didn’t want to call everything off but there was no way he would open up his ring and risk breaking wind with Charlie’s face right there!! He just couldn’t! (Plus, it felt…. moist.) (Um…. EWW!) He was shuddering in disgust and effort, fighting his damnedest against the spell that was designed to render that particular body-part slack.

(It was so ingrained in his psyche that it was immoral and debauched! It was the worst of the worst! He needed his new partner’s face to go away and he needed it to stay and give him more! It was a repellent oxymoron or a horridly ironic paradox that he was simultaneously repulsed yet uncontrollably, insanely in-lust with the sensations coursing through his veins.)

Charlie thought he might know what the problem was, dredging up the distant memory of his maiden voyage with the stretching spell. He laughed lightly, hoping it wouldn’t be taken in a mocking way. “I thought that too, my first time….” he cooed. “I promise it’s fine— it only feels like that.”

Harry huffed a ‘tch’ sound of disbelief.

Then, with grim determination, he decided to take the chance. Riding the crest of a wave composed of a charging libido, Gryffindor guts and champagne-fuelled courage, he made the decision to consciously let go.

Nothing bad happened.

In fact, the most wonderful sensation spread and rippled through his middle. It was a growing warmth and desire. In the seconds after he relaxed his sphincter, the mounting bliss through his lower-half was undeniable. His once-hesitant hole was ravenously hungry. It needed to be touched; it needed to be opened and then plugged up.

He fidgeted in nervous but eager anticipation.

And the momentous moment that Charlie’s index finger slipped in, aided by his agile tongue around its edges, his hips jerked down and forward and greedily impaled himself on it. It was perfect!

No, scratch that last— it was even more perfect when a second joined It a minute later.

By the time he was contemplating how to word having Charlie just take him and quit fooling around, those digits that had been probing and scissoring at his backside left (leaving him bereft and about to beg for him to continue), something wonderful and smooth was pressing at his pucker.

“Yes!” he cried out, unable to muster any sort of self-censure, willing to welcome whatever his new, most knowledgeable lover had to give him next:

The first thing he noticed was that it was cold, rather than the scorching heat from before.

The next coherent thought was that it was a non-human object that was steadily slithering in— the contrast of the alien intrusion freezing to his sweltering insides caused a most curious and titillating prospect of conflicting sensation.

Neither of the overly-horny men were quite sure if the impassioned groans were in synchrony, both from unadulterated pleasure-- or a dual harmony of undiluted lust and incredulous embarrassment. (It was probably a complicated combination of the two.)

Once Harry had a minute to collect his scrambling thoughts against the onslaught of sensory data, his whirling mind came to a stunning moment of clarity and focus, conjuring the most astounding answer-- one of the frozen bananas from the tray was being used as an impromptu sex-toy!

The tentative strokes the redhead introduced turned into a hypnotic rhythm.

It delved in and was twisted, the natural curve of the fruit tickling every millimeter of internal skin, reaching ever closer toward a thing he’d only read about in a book. It was strange and the contrapuntal chill clashed beautifully with his natural body-heat. And then that superlative tongue was again swiping around the modest girth plunging in and out of him.

He really, REALLY didn’t want to fathom what the silkily lubricating chocolate on his tight ring— that was being squeegeed off as it melted-- must look like!! (Though, Charlie seemed to enjoy it, if the obscene moaning, lewd slurping and squicky wet-licky noises were anything to go by.)

And despite any reservations he may have had regarding his first rim job and anal penetration, his overwhelming desire consumed him and he craved all that his brilliant partner could give him!

The cold, semi-softening, thawing shaft suddenly nudged him in a place that had him unconsciously gripping the sheets hard enough for his nails to rip the thin cloth as he cried out some garbled nonsense syllables. Through the haze in his mind, he thought THIS must be what the sex encyclopedia described as ‘the prostate’— although the bland, clinical description hardly did it justice!

IT WAS BEYOND AMAZING PLEASURE!! It was absolutely euphoric!

Several successive caresses to the same spot had him incoherently squealing for more. He wanted it! He needed Charlie!! (He may or may not have been screaming the man’s name— he couldn’t be sure, everything was assaulting him all at once.)

The tattooed wizard had to make absolutely sure that Harry truly wished for things to progress to the point of giving him his prick and understood full well what his acquiescence would mean:

“I’ve been told I’m a bit much to take, even after the strongest stretching spells.”

The redhead grimaced a little, knowing that most of his ‘repeat performances’ with partners had him bottoming more often than not; most tended to gravitate towards the dynamic that would be more pleasurable for both parties involved. Though none of them had been virgins and were completely aware of what insertion from him would entail, that’s just the way it usually worked out if things went farther than a one-off.

“Cuteness,” Charlie let out a shuddery breath in an attempt to stifle the plaintive longing in his voice to get an answer in the affirmative; he licked his lips free of the excess melted cocoa as he watched Harry’s chest heaving in pent-up arousal, hoping that “The Hero’s” ‘eager-to-please’ personality wasn’t influenced by his own selfish desires. “I don’t want to push you into anything you’re not ready for.”

Normally, he wouldn’t care so much at the answer and would’ve probably wheedled, cajoled and charmed his way into a fuck even if the person he was with was unsure after seeing what he was packing. He thought he was prepared to neglect his own wants in favour of what was best for Harry, but the young man’s next words had him undone; the man he loved was without any trace of reluctance and it started to crumble his resolve to hold back:

“No, I want you to! To go INTO inside of me!” Harry blurted, desperate to continue and afraid the older wizard would back out if he exuded any hint of hesitation. “It’ll be brilliant!” the young man assured him, spreading his legs impossibly wider as he frantically petted those auburn waves splayed on broad, freckled shoulders. “Please!”

Charlie paused, and then his self-restraint flew away entirely upon seeing the trust and love that were simmering under verdant pools of lust in those emerald eyes. “Tell me you want to too!” the brunet beseeched, adding a heart-wrenching, “I need you….”

Who was he to reject such an honest and earnest pleading from such a beautiful soul and sexy man-- Especially when the nudging, rocking hips below him were positively imploring him to plow the nubile body beneath his?!

“I want to be inside you,” the muscular man growled, letting instinct rule over logic as he hauled his hulking frame up to properly align their bits, a sinuous stalking and pinning of prey.

But this was different.

This was special and he couldn’t-- WOULD NOT-- fuck this up!

Harry hissed through the first stretch as the enormous circumference of Charlie’s substantially-sized mushroom-head breached him and relished the first astonishing pop of the flared tip sliding in. Once the initial shock over the joining of their bodies (and reveling in the thought of the man he loved being inside him) subsided somewhat, he realized he loved every second of it.

He bore down, relaxing his ring and pulled that meaty pelvis towards his in a bold, unpredicted move. It burned as the widest part of Charlie’s erection at the base was forced into his tight heat, but it was incredible and he knew in that second that he wanted this for the rest of his life. He was vaguely aware that he was making all sorts of strange vocalizations— all of which would be highly embarrassing if anyone but Charlie were to hear him— but he didn’t care.

There was a burst of pain but a more profound pleasure. Harry was suffering through a sting that seared his very soul, feeling filled to his utmost physical AND spiritual capacity. It was a most exquisite torture!

(He normally would have been bothered that he’d suddenly welcomed something akin to the Cruciatus in his ass-- but this differed on so many levels. That he was getting off on it had to be the most wonky thought to cross his mind— EVER— but he couldn’t be too arsed to care.)

It felt too good! And he was SO happy about it!

After the first splitting stab, it was only a distant discomfort that was to be transformed a second later. Aided by the experimental rotating of his hips, the blunt tip of Charlie’s “weapon of choice” was nudging ever closer to a spot he most wanted to be touched….

And then it DID.

Dangerously close to coming from that most fortuitous contact alone, Harry gasped and yelled, “Stop!” He clutched and held still those intricately-inked biceps, trying to stave off his orgasm from arriving too early.

Charlie had screeched at the sudden, unexpected rush of sensation as the young man’s bottom had pushed forward and swallowed him whole in elated enthusiasm-- which ended in a squashed, crumpled sound of abject horror in thinking that Harry had inadvertently hurt himself with his newbie zeal when he buried him to the hilt and then called for him to halt. He rested his forehead on Harry’s chest, listening to the racing heart-beat under his sweat-sheened skin and screwed up his face in guilt and shame.

“Don’t move!” Harry ground out through gritted teeth; Charlie grimaced in worsening self-recrimination until Harry added in an anxious tone, “Don’t want to come yet!”

Unable to keep his tongue while feeling such a great relief (and mirrored sentiments), Charlie shakily suggested the old stand-by-- almost unconscious of speaking aloud; breathily laughing, mostly to give himself a pep-talk, he chanted with his eyes closed, “Think un-sexy thoughts, think un-sexy thoughts….”

“Ginny’s stinky snatch?” Harry’s dizzy mind (and uninhibited mouth) supplied before he could edit his verbal contribution that revealed his inner-monologue.

The redhead’s face shot up in disbelief and they locked heavily-lidded eyes. The brunet’s hot panting gusted over the moistened chest covered in awesome body-art and pebbled nipples. He chuckled at his young lover’s innocent admission (which actually helped him as well). “Usually in school, we pictured McGonagall naked….”

“That works too….” Harry ceded, while gulping for breath, still reeling from having the most sexy man in the world lodged deeply inside his rectum. (How were coherent words still possible at this point?)

(And damn-it, WHY hadn’t he figured out that method on his own when he was struggling with all those inopportune boners over the past six months?!)

Safe now from prematurely blowing his load, Harry wriggled against the impressive girth imbedded in his ass— it felt sooooo good to be stretched wide open! It was such an intense straining of skin and an indescribable physical pleasure at being filled. Fuuuuuuuuck it was SO good!!

(No wonder gay sex had been discovered and maintained its popularity over the eons of human history!)

Charlie was pleasantly surprised by Harry’s ability and enjoyment of taking his cock; he hoped for a few encores in the future, if this was the reception he could get….

But he was even more astonished-- absolutely floored, actually-- by how much more incredible intercourse was while being connected in such a way to another person. He’d always scoffed at those silly saps that tried to tell him that sex was infinitely better with someone you truly and deeply cared for-- now the term ‘making love’ made complete sense!

The slow, shallow thrusts he promised himself were immediately made deeper by each pronounced rock of the hips beneath him and had him losing control; he’d tried for gentle but ended up with harsh, brutal jabs more suited to the loosest whore. But, judging from Harry’s reaction and participation, complete with heels digging into the small of his back and forcefully driving his movements, he wanted it just as much.

He could do nothing in the face of the brunet’s frantic pleas for, “More! Harder! Faster!” The scrabbling of fingernails across his back and arms and breaking skin were just spurring him on.

As a mere mortal (and red-blooded male) his body could do nothing but comply. He pumped his hips— and whole (perspiring profusely) body-- as sure as his life depended on it, angling upwards in the direction he’d earlier discovered with the banana. He purposefully prodded the brunet’s sweet spot over and over.

Charlie wasn’t sure exactly how they got there but it zoomed in and consumed them completely. It was inevitable as a tidal wave, everything pulled back and crashed; they both almost blacked-out from climaxing at the same time.

(Due to the marathon sperm-expulsion they’d indulged in so far this day, the wetness of orgasm that spurted out in violent jerks of the erection against his belly was scant, but had him howl-grunting his own sparse-- yet no less intense-- release as deeply inside the man he loved as he could possibly muster.)

The satisfied and exhausted redhead fell over as both their shafts were softening. Flopping a sweaty arm over his eyes and keening with wheezing lung-fulls of air, he fell back against the damp (and chocolate stained) sheets…. “Fuck, so good…..”

“Yeah….. Unbelievable….” Harry said, trying to catch his breath and quivering through aftershocks. After a few minutes, he muttered, “Fireworks.”

Charlie chuckled with the last of his strength.

He hadn’t imagined Harry would describe the mind-blowing sex they’d just had in such a trite and cliché way, but it was sweet. He found the wonder of his Love-Bug discovering the delights of male/male intercourse for the first time absolutely adorable. He also appreciated that he himself was able to see it fresh and new through his eyes (and was experiencing quite the amazing and profound ‘first’ himself now that true love was in the mix).

“Beyond great….” he agreed whole-heartedly, simple and succinct in his sated state. “Spectacular.”

“It must be midnight,” Harry clarified through a satisfied sigh. “George and Lee are lighting them up.”

OH.

His thick, sweaty arm slid from his face and he took a look out the window, watching the vibrant coloured lights explode against the black backdrop of the Winter’s night sky. He could hear the muffled thuds and bangs now that his pulse had stopped pounding in his ears.

“You know what they say, Cuteness,” Charlie hedged. Harry shook his head in negation, the motion communicating through his tattooed shoulder. “That whoever you kiss at midnight on New Years,” the redhead went on to explain, “is who you will spend the next year with….”

The younger wizard shifted on his side with a burst of energy (that neither of them thought possible after such a grand and thorough shagging); he hovered his lips just millimeters over the dragon-handler’s goatee. “So snog the crap out of me then, Char!” he demanded.

Sapphire eyes and fur-lined lips parted in surprise at the sudden hotness of sensual air of used-breath that washed over his mouth.

The mercurial, fluctuating enigma that was Harry James Potter-- being both timidly innocent and all-powerful while in total command within seconds of each other-- continued to intrigue him; it probably would for the rest of his life. He blinked as his torso was forcefully pinned down by two, strong hands.

“And never stop!” Harry declared, right before he pounced.

~O~

A/N: Hope you guys liked that one -- and it was worth the wait! Being without internet took its toll too, so you can blame my provider as well!
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