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In Lust	By : Dragon_Ruler_06 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/James Views: 103495 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 15
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. This story is created purely for entertainment purposes and not for personal profit.

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I'm actually kind of surprised by how this turned out. I mean, either a few people read it a lot or a lot of people read it period. That makes me happy! ^^
Anyway, moving on. Harry and James are in a sexual relationship and I have no clue where I am going with this. I swear, I have an outline somewhere in my head. It’s gonna get even crazier, I can promise you that.
Here the Chapter Starts
‘Anywhere’ and ‘whenever’ was taken quite literally. The following morning, after Harry woke up and went down for breakfast, he was lifted onto the dining room table and quickly had a stiff member slamming into his hole mercilessly. Despite what James said the night before, he didn’t ask if Harry started using protection or not. He just picked him up and threw him onto the table, pulled his cock out and shoved it into the teenager, pounding away like a rabbit.
The table rocked from the force, legs lifting only centimeters then loudly dropping back down onto the floor. Harry had one hand gripping the edge of the table while the other was clawing at James’ shoulder, leaving long red trails behind. His legs were wrapped around the thrusting hips, pushing him deeper inside.
It was more of a morning quickie instead of a rut or making love. Within moments, his father was releasing a load inside of him, enough that it started dripping from him before the man pulled out. Panting, Harry giggled up at his father, "Good morning to you, too." He looked over himself then smirked. "I’m glad that I didn’t wear anything besides this house robe when I came in here."
"Same here," James chuckled. "I have been waiting for you to get up. I’ve had a hard on since I woke this morning."
"Glad to help," the teenager stated as James pulled away and tucked himself back into his slacks.
He turned to the stove, preparing a small breakfast for the two of them. "Harry, we really need to talk about this," he informed as he retrieved the eggs from the fridge.
"What’s there to talk about?" Harry asked, sitting up on the table before reaching down and gingerly poking his used anus. Cum slid out of his hole, coating his fingers. He brought his hand back up and licked the semen off his digits, sucking loudly on them.
"We are father and son," he pointed out. "This is incest, what we’re doing. Damn me for enjoying it so much, but it is wrong."
"It may be wrong, but we both love it," Harry argued as he slid off the table, toes curling on the cold floor. "I know that others won’t accept it, but they don’t matter. Only you and me matter. So long as we both agree to it, that should be all we need."
"There’s also Lily to consider," James continued. "We can get away with this for now because she’ll still be gone for at least five more days. But she is home most of the time and that leaves us without many chances to do this. So maybe we should have a little getaway. A place to go if only for sex."
"Don’t worry about her, Daddy," the teenager said, hugging his father from behind before nuzzling the back. "You shouldn’t have to worry about a thing."
"Then what if you get pregnant?!" the man snapped, turning around. "Us having a baby is a bad idea, Harry! You’re my son! If we have a baby, I’m the father of my own grandchild! You’re the mother of your sibling! People can find out about this if you have my child!"
"We’ll be fine," Harry sharply informed, crossing his arms as he glared into James’ hazel eyes. "Boy and girls have accidental babies all the time. Hell, just last year, one of the sixth year Hufflepuff boys popped out a baby girl. No one knows who the father is, but it happens! People will just think that I have a lover that I don’t want anyone to know about, which is the truth. And yes, there will be speculation and judgements because I’m famous, but who the bloody hell cares?!"
"And if the baby is deformed?" James pressed. "Has mental issues? Severe health problems from our incestuous breeding?"
"They might try brushing it off as the father not being fully human, depending on the deformities or issues," the teenager excused then reached out to grasp his father’s hands, fingers gently squeezing his. "Look, if we have a baby, we’ll be fine. I promise. Besides, lots of purebloods marry their own cousins. Why should this be any different?"
"Because those cousins are several branches apart while we are far more blood related." James sighed, pulling Harry to him and wrapped his arms around his smaller frame. "I worry, you know."
"I know," Harry replied, returning the hug. "By the way, I am on protection now, Daddy. I took a potion last night."
"Good," his father said with relief as he pulled away. "So, how hungry are you?"
"Hungry enough to find out if you can make us breakfast while I swallow your dick," Harry replied with a coy smile.
Chuckling in acceptance, James turned back to the counter, but left enough space in front of him for Harry to be situated. "Don’t blame me if you get popped by any grease," he said, earning an excited squeal from the younger before Harry dove between his legs and knelt in front of him, pulling his cock back out then stuffing it into his mouth.
Somehow, he managed to cook breakfast while having his cock sucked on without burning anything. Harry was quite happy showing off his mouth full of cum before swallowing it loudly. James’ cock twitched at the sight. Even eating, they could not seem to resist having sex.
Harry sat on James’ lap, stealing food straight from his father’s mouth while riding his dick. They got so into it that James ended up knocking the plate off the table in order to lay Harry flat on his back to properly rut him. Hooking his arms under Harry’s knees, he lifted the limbs up and spread them as far as the teen was able, giving him more room. Harry soon reached up and held his knees so that James could place his hands on his son’s waist, trying to hold him in place as he slammed into him.
"I think that, until we can calm down, we should forgo clothes for a few hours," James suggested after he climaxed in the tight heat, filling the hole with more semen.
"And if Sirius or Remus decide to pop in?" Harry asked, letting go of his knees.
"Remus is out trying to get werewolf support and Sirius is in the middle of hunting down a very crafty Death Eater," the man pointed out. "We won’t be disturbed for a while."
Moaning loudly with a giggle laced into it, Harry threw back his head enough that his back arched up off the table a wide grin on his face. "Daddy, want to take a shower with me?"
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Shower sex was always something Harry wanted to try. Actually, he wants to try various forms of sex, but he has to ease James into the ideas. So far, he seems fine with having sex with him. The teen wasn’t quite sure just what made it so easy, but figured it was from the lack of it James went through. Which just made it easier for Harry to press his boundaries. He plans on trying all types of kinks with James. For now, though, a more normal one.
The water was lukewarm and cascading over them, mild steam filling the air. He was pressed almost flat against the shower wall with James holding up one of the teen’s leg. Larger chest to back, and his chest to the wall, Harry did not regret suggesting this one bit. His head tilted back onto James’ shoulder, mouth open as loud moans escaped him with his tongue hanging out. Occasionally, James took the tongue into his own mouth, sucking hungrily on it. When he released it, he ran his tongue over the teenager’s cheek and neck, free hands groping his chest and tweaking the erect nipples whenever he had space to do so.
Of course, it wouldn’t be full-on shower sex if he wasn’t being filled with the man’s stiff organ, which was what was annoying the teenager. He could feel the hard cock rubbing against his butt, sliding between the cheeks, but it wasn’t penetrating him.
"Daddy," he whined, pushing his hips back against the other.
"What is it?" James asked slyly, rubbing against the soft behind.
"Stop it."
"Stop what?"
"Teasing me!"
"Well then," the man chuckled, bringing his hand to Harry’s waist, fingers massaging the area. "Tell me what you want."
Harry moaned, bowing his head forward until his scarred forehead was against the wall. "I want your cock, Daddy," he pleaded, trying to reach back for the hard flesh.
"It’s right here," James teased, sliding his dick between the teen’s thighs. The tip hit Harry’s scrotum, causing a hiss to slip out of pink lips. "You have to tell me what it is you want me to do with it."
"I want it," Harry panted. "I want it in my ass. I want you to pound your stiff meat into my tight ass and fill it with your cum. Please, Daddy! I can’t handle the teasing anymore!"
"Well, since you begged so sweetly," James chuckled, leaning back enough to grab his penis and pressed it against the tight ring of muscle. Easing it in at first, his hand didn’t leave his shaft until the head was fully sheathed. Harry moaned deeply as James slid in more, inch by inch at a painfully slow pace. "Like that, right?"
"You’re so mean," Harry groaned, trying to push back but the hand on his waist was stronger and wouldn’t let him move. "Shove it in my ass already! I want you to pound me red raw!"
Groaning, James’ hips snapped forward, burying the last half of his penis into the tight heat enveloping him. "So hot hearing you beg for me like that," he stated, pulling out slowly until the head was all that was left inside then snapping forth again. "You really like having your father’s cock in your ass, don’t you?"
"Yeah, I love Daddy’s dick in me," Harry giggled, gasping and moaning as the member was shoved into him, harder and faster. "Does Daddy like fucking me? Does Daddy enjoy using his son’s ass as a cock sleeve?"
"Very much," James replied, his pace speeding up as his head dropped to Harry’s shoulder. "Fuck, even when your mother let me fuck her, it was nothing like this. You’re so damn tight!"
"Am I better than her?" Harry coaxed, reaching up to grip at the shaggy dark hair.
"Fuck yes," the man moaned, hand releasing the teen’s leg to press against the wall for better support. Harry’s leg lowered, but he kept his foot up on a soap holder in order to keep his legs open.
"Do I suck cock better?"
"She doesn’t even suck my dick. But you, you’re so amazing at it."
A smirk crossed his lips, eyes darkening. "Does her hole feel better than mine?"
"No! Nowhere near as tight or as hot. Fuck, it feels like you’re going to either squeeze my dick off or melt it."
"So you love me as your lover more than your wife?" the teen chuckled, yanking the hair harshly, which produced a low groan from James as his hips slammed into him so hard that his own hard penis was rubbing against the wall.
"So much more, Harry," James replied, his arms wrapped around Harry’s waist before lifting him higher up the wall in order to gain a better angle. Harry gasped loudly, moaning as the shifting caused the member inside him to hit deeper, jamming into his prostate more vigorously. "Want my cum, Harry? Does your cock-hungry hole want to drink from my dick?"
"Yes, Daddy, yes!" Harry panted, fingers releasing dark locks as his head tilted back, mouth wide open as he cried out. "Please, Daddy! Your cum! Your cum in my ass! I want it so bad! Right now!"
"I’m gonna burst, Harry," he groaned, pulling back but staring down to watch himself slide in and out of the teen’s hole. "Fuck, Harry, I’m about to explode. It’s so hot watching your ass swallow my dick. I can’t…I can’t hold it… much longer…"
"Don’t hold it," Harry whined, rocking his hips against the thrusting form behind him. "Just let it go. Spill it into me. Daddy, I want your cum inside me!" He yelled out, his member twitching before shooting out ropes of white. His climax rocked through him, tightening the muscles around the thick organ still pounding away. He felt it throb inside him before James’ arms tightened around his waist, like he was making sure Harry wouldn’t go anywhere, before hot semen erupted from the larger cock, flooding Harry’s insides and coating them with the man’s essence.
James groaned and panted, hips snapping into Harry’s harshly as more was squeezed out of him. It felt like it took hours for his muscles to finally relax from the climax, but he was sill shooting more into the body panting between him and the wall.
"Is that what you wanted, Harry?" he asked with a smirk, pulling out but not releasing his hold on the younger in case his legs weren’t able to hold him up much longer.
"Yes, Daddy," Harry giggled, looking up at him with a wide smile. "I really liked that."
"I’m sure you did," James returned, turning around enough to reach back and shut the water off. It was starting to get too cold, the wet pellets stinging his burning skin. He patted Harry’s redden buttocks then chuckled lightly. "Daddy needs a bit of a rest," he informed. "I haven’t had sex like that in a long time. I believe I’m a little out of practice."
"That’s okay," Harry accepted as James pulled back the shower curtain. "I can find something to entertain myself with." James gave him a quick kiss before stepping out of the shower, grabbing a towel and drying his hair. Harry, as soon as his legs no longer shook and felt like he was hit with a Jelly-Leg curse, followed after.
Here is a line!
"Come on," he grumbled, gently shaking the potion to try and coax it to change colors faster. "Bloody hell, if making a Sleeping Draught like this is always going to take this long, I’ll never have sex so long as that bitch is in the house!" Resisting the urge to slam the potion onto the table, it would be useless then, he turned from it and closed his eyes, taking in deep breaths.
"Breathe, Harry," he told himself. "Breathe. Just calm down and breathe." Inhaling deeply then exhaling slowly, his slid open. In front of him was a mirror, tall enough to show a couple feet above the top of his head to his knees. Tilting his head, he turned sideways and pressed his clothes against his body. There was hardly any difference in the figure, flat chest and flat stomach.
With a quick hum, he looked around then grabbed a cushion off a nearby stool. He stuffed it under his shirt over his stomach, pressing the sides until it was fluffed up and held in place by the shirt and one hand. Looking back up to the mirror, he couldn’t fight back the smile on his face. He looked heavy pregnant, almost ready to pop. It was a nice image to him, maybe one he can get into James’ mind. If he likes what his mind shows him, then he’ll be more open to the idea of a baby between them.
"Soon enough," he whispered, petting the cushion bulge. "But first…" His lips scowled as he yanked the cushion from under his shirt, sharply turning back to the potion. It finally changed color, earning a sigh of relief. But he was still having a dilemma.
How can he get rid of her? Lily Potter has to be one of the most useless women on the planet. She makes a terrible wife, always nagging James or nitpicking at any random thing out of place without taking care of her husband’s basic needs. She’s also a bad cook. Harry had been practicing his cooking skill since he was twelve, trying to make something edible.
Not to mention her mothering skills. To his bafflement, she always acted like she hated him. She rarely ever hugged him, and if she did, it was because of others watching her like hawks. She never spoke a kind word to him when it was just them. It was like she hated his very existence. It’s not his fault he exists when she’s the one that carried him the full nine months. If she didn’t want him, she could have gotten rid of him without telling James of his conception.
Instead, here he is. And she acts like he should have never been born. Like he was some abomination that didn’t deserve to walk the earth. Did she somehow suspect that he would try stealing her husband from her? Not that she’s wrong, but how could she have known that it would have happened when he was just a little baby? The woman just makes no sense. If anything, she’s in the way.
Oh yes, in his way. James already acknowledge that he loves Harry more than Lily. If she is removed from the picture, then he and James could be happy together for the rest of their lives. He would carry and birth their children with nothing but love in his heart. They could have their own little family. So long as Lily Potter is gone.
But he didn’t want to reveal the relationship he and James just started. That would ruin his father for the rest of his life, because Lily would tell everyone about how her husband defiled her ‘precious baby boy’. James may even end up in Azkaban!
Sure, he’ll be seventeen next week, but for now he’s sixteen. Meaning among the wizarding world, James could be charged for statutory rape. And if Lily is as every bit as spiteful as Harry suspects her to be, she would press charges, no matter how much she hates her child.
She has to be permanently dealt with. But not in a way that can indicate he had anything to do with it. It has to be accidental. Poisons, if an autopsy is preformed, leave physical evidence. If any healers are Muggleborn, then they may be able to detect signs of suffocation. Drowning may work, but they don’t go to any body of water beyond Hogwarts. Even then, she hardly goes to the lake. She is also an able swimmer, now that he takes that into account, as well as the giant squid that made its purpose in life to stop people from drowning in the lake.
Why is plotting the death of his bearer so complicated? All he wants is to have James to himself without anyone interfering. No outside voices telling his desire that they should not be together. No one to hide their relationship from. To be able to make love without worry of someone walking in and ruining everything. To share a bed like they did just last night instead of separate rooms like he knows they will have to when Lily returns.
He’ll come up with something sooner or later. He did, after all, figure out how to finally touch his father in a sexual manner, though the man did know about the drugged drink and simply allowed Harry to suck him while he faked slept. At some point, hopefully some day soon, Lily Potter will be out of their lives for good.
Then he’ll tell James the truth instead of the lie he fed him earlier. Protection? Not in his life. He will accept every drop James dumps into him, every child they conceive. He has no plan to stop any baby of theirs from developing inside him. If his body wishes to accept the man’s seed, and that seed wishes to fertilize his waiting egg, then he won’t stop it.
"Life as a sub is so good," he chuckled, mixing the next batch of potions. He’ll need more while Lily is around, and he may not get a chance once she’s home. "I can’t wait to see if we make a baby. I wonder who it will take after more. Probably him."
Finding out he was a sub was a blessing, even though most were disappointed, thinking their Savior should be a normal wizard that falls in love with their daughters and marries. He could not ask for a better fate, however. When puberty hit him and his body revealed itself as a sub, able to conceive and carry another man’s child, he already knew exactly who he wanted to breed with. There was never any debate about it, no matter who sent him cards and gifts in order to woo him into a married life with either themselves or their sons.
Forget them all. They’re nobodies and worth nothing. The only one worthy of his affections and lust is James, the very epitome of perfection. Perfect body and looks. Less health problems than most other pureblood lines. Has an incredible sense of humor while still carrying a strong protective instinct. He’s amazing in bed, best of all. He’s just perfect.
And he can’t wait until he can prove that he is a better mate, bearer, and caregiver than the bitch he married. And with the amount of sex they’ve had since last night, his chance may come sooner than he planned. Especially if James’ mind is more easy to coax than he thinks. Maybe he should tell him the truth sooner so that a baby wouldn’t come as a major surprise.
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"You really are quite beautiful," James commented as he stared down at him, hazel eyes drinking in the pale skin fully bared to him. His hand splayed across Harry’s chest, fingertips rubbing small circles around one erect nipple before moving over to the other.
"You think so?" Harry asked, tilting his head while twisting his body into a sideways arch.
"I know so," the older said with a smirk as his other hand trailed up the creamy thighs hugging his waist. His thumb dug into the soft areas, earning soft mews from teen as his flaccid member started to twitch to life. "I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything as beautiful as you."
It felt somewhat strange for him to say, yet so natural. He always thought that Lily was the most beautiful person in the world, from the first moment he laid eyes on her. Now though, it’s not her that he finds to be beautiful, but this lithe body open for him to claim. To fill. To impregnate.
He blinked, trying to shake that thought from his head. No, beautiful as the body may be, this is still his son. He can’t impregnate his own child with a baby, siring his own grandchild. Yet the thought still crossed his mind, a mental image of Harry walking around with a swollen belly, smiling at him. A belly housing a child inside it, planted there by his own seed. His baby boy carrying his baby.
Teeth dug into his lip, driving the image away even though the damage was done. He was rock hard and leaking, the tip turning into a bright red from the blood flowing through his shaft. Harry hand wrapped around it, squeezing tightly with slow, agonizing strokes. When he wrapped his hand around the head, he gathered the beads oozing out, spreading them all over to his cock like he planned to use it for lubricant.
He could do it. He could just rut this angel into the mattress and fill him with so much sperm that no protection could fight it all off. Harry was right, the idea of planting his child in his son’s womb in the bed he shares with his wife is an amazing thought. One he wants to bring to life.
"I want to fuck you so bad, Harry," he stated firmly, one hand reaching down to cover the smaller hand stroking him. "To bury myself balls deep into your tight ass and just fuck you until you swell."
"That is such a turn on," Harry moaned, tucking the large penis down to his twitching hole. "Go ahead, Daddy. I really want you to shove this huge dick in me and fuck me until I can’t move."
Where did Harry learn to talk like that? Not that he was much better, but he’s been denied sex for so long that it all just flies out. Harry, though, seems to speak the words like they come to him naturally. If he could get any harder from words alone, he would.
Harry brushed the head of his cock against his hole before pushing it in. James groaned as the tight heat wrapped around his tip, sliding in like it was made just for him. A body made for him alone.
Leaning forward, he propped himself up on his elbows, placing his support by Harry’s shoulders. He claimed the teen’s lips into a deep kiss, tongues dancing together while small hands fisted his hair. His hips pushed forward, burying more of himself into the inviting passage. Harry’s hands yanked his hair as he invaded the body, forcing it to take him in as far as he could reach.
"Daddy…" Harry whispered against his lips.
"Yes?" he replied, bringing his mouth down to nibble at Harry’s chin.
"Sorry, but I lied earlier," the teen panted. James froze for a moment, trying to figure out what Harry lied about. He’s currently in the process of pushing his testicles into the tight heat, and his angel is confessing about lying? "I’m not using protection."
His eyes widened briefly, head raising to stare down into bright green eyes. So much brighter than Lily’s, more consuming. It was like they were sucking in his soul like the body accepts him. "Fuck," he groaned, pulling out then slamming back in. "Right now, Harry, I don’t care," he admitted, thrusting wildly into the teenager under him. "I want you pregnant. I want to fill you with my seed. Have my baby, baby boy. Have Daddy’s baby growing in your body."
"Yes, Daddy!" Harry cried out, hands wrapping around his torso to try and stay in place while his father ruthlessly pounds into his ass. "I want your baby so bad, Daddy!" Harry’s legs wrapped around the man’s waist, heels digging in sharply as he continued abusing the hole that took him in so easily. Their skin slapped together noisily, his scrotum swinging down and hitting the soft cheeks of his son’s buttocks.
"Daddy really wants to put his baby in you, Harry," he panted, sweat dripping down his face. "When you go back to school, you’ll already be showing. Knowing you, you’ll be showing it off. I bet you’ll even tell everyone who put his baby in you. Wouldn’t you?"
"I’m not ashamed, Daddy," the teen panted, head tossing side to side. "I want people to know Daddy put his baby in me. I want everyone to know I’ll be the mother to my baby brother or sister." He yelled out as his prostate was suddenly struck, his muscles clamping down on the battering ram that kept striking the bundle of nerves. "Right there, Daddy! Right there!"
His back arched up, James rising to support himself on one hand while the other slid under Harry to hold him up like he was. "I know I said ‘no baby’ before, Harry," he panted, groaning as the passage squeezed him again. "But I changed my mind. I think it would be the hottest moment of our lives for me to impregnate you. To put my baby in your belly right here on this bed. Right here where I sleep beside your mother. Right here where I fuck you mercilessly until you conceive."
"Don’t stop, Daddy!" Harry pleaded, though the hips slamming into his own told him that the man didn’t plan on stopping anytime soon. His mind was more susceptible than he suspected it would be. All he did was throw in a little thought of him being heavily pregnant, one he thought of earlier when looking in the mirror while holding the cushion under his shirt. He didn’t think James would react to it so strongly.
His hard cock was throbbing inside him, already leaking out large amounts of sperm. If this is before they reach their peak, how much is he going to fill him with when he comes? Hopefully, all he needs for a baby to be made. James may backtrack later on and argue about having a baby, but for now, he’s accepting it. For his mind to take in the image so easily, he had to be thinking about it, too. No matter how much he denies.
James’ pants became heavily as he stared down to the raven clinging to him. His son’s tongue was stretched out to him, licking at his lips. He took the tongue in, suckling on the pink appendage before crashing his lips to Harry’s, his pace going faster and force stronger. Air reminded them too fast that it was necessary, but their tongues continued to rub against each other, refusing to relinquish the taste they had a hold of.
He’s going to impregnate his boy tonight. By the end of the night, his baby will be growing in his son’s belly. In just a few months, he’ll have swollen enough for the life within to be obvious. People can guess and speculate who the father is, but he’ll be glowing with pride knowing it is his baby. Lily may get mad about Harry having a baby at all, but he’ll be all the support his boy needs.
Yanking himself back, his hands slid under Harry, gripping his buttocks as he shifted enough to be kneeling between the slim legs still holding him, making sure he didn’t slip out. Such a good boy, making sure his Daddy didn’t pull out or let a single drop of cum escape. He really does want his baby. Well, what kind of father is he to deny his boy what he so badly wants?
Harry’s head dropped to the bed, hands clenched the thick comforter as James shoved his cock in as far as he could. He moaned and gasped and cried out as James rammed into him blindly, seeking release for the massive amount he was about to spill.
"Harry, are you ready?" he asked through his panting, hands gripping tight enough to bruise the pale skin he grasped. "Are you ready to carry my baby? To take all my semen and conceive?"
"I’ve been ready," Harry replied, pushing himself to lean back on his elbows. "I’ve been ready to have your baby for a while, Daddy. Give it to me! Fill my ass with all your sperm and put your baby inside me!"
"Here it comes," James groaned, pressing his hips down onto Harry’s. The younger threw his head back with a shout, his body tensing as his swollen penis coated their stomachs with smears of white. His own cock felt like a volcano blowing its top after sleeping for a few centuries. His body convulsed as he emptied himself into the teen’s passage, as deep as he could. As he snapped his hips forth, more shot out. Each time just as much as the last.
Finally calm and cock barely squirting, he looked down. Harry laid there panting, eyes glazed over as he licked his own semen from his fingers. Hazel eyes trailed lower, all the way to the point of their connection. Semen was trying to seep out from between the skin of his cock and the tight ring of Harry’s red anus. Looking a little higher, he groaned as he twitched inside the packed heat. He came enough for Harry to get a bulge on his belly, right where a baby will start growing.
"It looks good, right?" Harry chuckled seductively. "I already look pregnant, don’t I? It’s such a nice sight. Such a good feeling. And you put it there, Daddy. You planted your baby inside of me. My baby will be our baby."
"Our baby," he repeated, hands caressing the stretched skin. "You’re going to have our baby one day, Harry. If it isn’t made tonight, then it will be made tomorrow. And every night and day. If I have to fuck you every hour until you go back to school, even visit you if only to fuck you, you will have our baby."
"Good," he said with a smile, reaching up as James lowered. He planted a small kiss to James’ chin, then his cheek, and finally his lips. "I’m so glad you finally see things my way, Daddy."
Here is a line!
Before anyone says anything, there was a slight explanation as to why James changed his mind so easily. Harry is sending him mental images and depending on how he receives them determines his reactions. If he likes what he sees, then the image just stays in his mind. If he doesn’t, it goes away until Harry decides to try again later after a bit of coaxing.
How is he doing such, you may ask? Well, that can be explained later. Don’t worry, I do have a plan here. Somewhere. Is there even a plot here? I have no clue. It’s mainly just gay sex and my wacked-out mind at play.
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