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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
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More smut! This is a very smutty story, heads up. Should know that by now, but I think I should go ahead and say it.
Moving on, Harry has somewhat messed with James’ mind enough now we need to get to an actual storyline.
Wait, I have one?
Here the Chapter Starts
The day Lily Potter returned home was a sad day hidden under smiles and cheer. James embraced his wife lovingly while Harry stayed back and offered his usual ‘hello’. It was like nothing had happened while she was gone.
She went to bed for a rest after a couple hours, the travel taking a toll on her. Informing the two that she needed sleep, she left the room. That was roughly twenty-six minutes ago.
Still in the den, Harry and James sat side by side on the sofa. From behind, it was an innocent scene of father and son lounging on the furniture while listening to the various songs playing on the radio. But if one were to see from the front, they would realize the scene was anything but innocent.
Harry had one leg over James’ lap, his hand pumping the shaft he freed from confining pants and boxers. James’ hand sneaked around behind Harry’s back, diving into the front of his pants and rubbing at the smaller cock still hidden away.
"She’s should be in a deep enough sleep," Harry pointed out, looking over his shoulder while giving the member in his hand a firm grasp.
James bit back a moan, his hips pushing upwards. "You get kind of loud," he argued.
"I can’t help it," the teen whispered harshly, jerking on the dick hard. James bit back a yelp. "It just feels so good when you’re fucking me that I can’t keep quiet."
"Watch what you say," the man harshly whispered, placing a hand across Harry’s mouth. "If she hears you, then this will all be over."
"She’s asleep!" Harry hissed angrily, his hand leaving the hardened flesh only to shove downwards to tightly grip at the man’s scrotum.
"And she could wake up!" James returned through his teeth, toes curling as Harry pulled his testicles sharply.
"She won’t," Harry reassure, releasing his grip before standing up and shimmying out of his pants. His shirt hardly hung low enough to cover his erect member as he clamored onto James’ lap and kissed him.
Distracting the man with his mouth, he slid his shirt up to his chest, small hands running over the broad chest and slipping through thick chest hair. Their cocks rubbed against each other, a large hand grabbing both before it started sliding up and down.
Pulling away, Harry looked over the other’s shoulder before whispering, "I can watch from here, Daddy." James groaned, finding that he enjoyed it whenever Harry called him that. "I’ll warn you if she starts coming downstairs."
"You couldn’t even wait half a day," James accused playfully as Harry straddled his hips, his smaller dick slipping out of his hand. "You’re so horny for me, aren’t you?"
"I am," Harry admitted, reaching down to grab at his father’s erection and bring the head to press against his entrance. "I really am." He started to descend, taking the older man’s flesh into his body as he lowered himself further onto his father’s lap. "Isn’t Daddy horny for me? His rock hard dick says he is."
"Daddy’s always horny for you, baby boy," James reassured, holding Harry in place. "But you need to learn restraint now that Lily’s home."
"Learn later, sex now," Harry proposed, lifting himself before dropping back onto the thick cock. He gasped, mouth open with a prepared yell ready to emerge, but James covered his mouth with his own.
Hands gripping the teen’s waist, he flipped them over so that Harry’s back was against the furniture and he was between Harry's thighs, partially buried inside. "Sounds good to me," James agreed then started thrusting harshly into the welcoming heat. "Keep quiet."
Harry covered his mouth with his hands, moaning through his fingers as he was pushed up with the thrusts of his father’s hips before gravity pulled him back down onto the large dick. Halfway down, it was shoved back inside of him. Each time was faster and harder than the last, more of a rut than any of their other moments. One hand left his mouth, reaching out to the other’s chest and pushing against him.
James stopped his movements, looking down at Harry curiously. He started it, so why did he want to stop already? He’s close to bursting and he didn’t want to waste a load by dumping it into a toilet when he could be using it to create a baby.
Instead of telling him ‘no more’, however, Harry pulled himself off the cock and twisted around until he had his ass pressed against the man’s throbbing penis. He lowered his hips and raised them again, allowing the organ to slide between his cheeks invitingly. Lowering his face into the furniture’s cushioning, he nodded to James for him to continue.
He hardly had to rearrange himself, instead grabbing the teasing hips and easing his cock back inside the still tight hole. A couple of slow strokes made sure of any discomfort being gone before he grabbed Harry’s hips and started to pound into him. Harry bit down on the leather, screaming into the fabric as his pleasure spot was stabbed over and over.
The whole time he was being taken from behind, being pulled back into the thrusting, he kept his eyes on the stairs. If Lily was going to come down, he will see her first. Hopefully, before she sees or hears anything that told her exactly what her husband and son were doing.
James groaning above him told him how close he was. "Pregnant yet?" he whispered into his ear.
He didn’t know. Any potion he used didn’t come back with any result. Meaning it is too early to tell, but his body is producing enough hormones that didn’t cause a negative result. Until he receives a positive result, however, he can’t fully say since the hormone production could just be from the amount of sex they keep having.
In response to the man, afraid that if he stopped biting into the furniture then he would wake Lily, he waved a hand. James seemed to understand what he was trying to say.
"Let’s try and make this it, then," he chuckled before Harry suddenly climax, tightening around the thrusting penis inside his ass.
A few hard thrust into him, it spilled forth the fluid that would, hopefully, create a baby inside him. Breathing deeply, James pulled back, his cock still standing up as it exited the body under him. Harry sagged against the couch, his own cum smearing on both the furniture and his torso.
Rubbing at the reddening area of the teen’s backside, James lightly said, "You really have the best ass. We’ve been having sex every day for the past week and you’re still as tight as a virgin."
"Glad you think so," Harry said, his tongue flicking out to swipe at his lips. "See? I was right. She’s still asleep."
Nodding, James looked down at the panting teen before smirking. "I’m up for another round. You?"
Snickering, Harry raised himself back up to his knees and spread his legs wider. "Always ready for you, Daddy."
Here is a line!
With the sex temporarily out of their system, they acted more normal when Lily woke up. A quick spell erased all evidence of their coupling on the couch, as well as a freshening spell to rid the smell of sex from the air. She didn’t even notice that the two were closer together than they usually are.
When it was time for dinner, Harry jumped to the stove first. Lily stared down at him with a quirked brow. "I can cook tonight, Mum," he told her cheerfully. "You’re still tired from your trip. I can handle it."
"If you say so," Lily accepted with a shrug, turning back to the table where James was seated. Taking her place to his right, she looked over her son critically. "Since when has Harry cooked?" she asked her husband.
"He does that once in a while, Lils," James informed her with a smile. "He says that he finds it relaxing, remember?"
"It’s just strange, is all," the redhead stated, crossing her arms on the table and leaning on them. "I mean, baking a cake or some cookies is one thing. But a full meal?"
"He’s been getting some practice while you were away," he said, looking over to Harry as he prepared the meat for cooking. His eyes trailed down to the perk bottom then further down the slim legs. He had to jerk his eyes back up to the back of Harry’s head before Lily noticed where he was looking, as well as try to distract himself from pitching a tent under the table. "You know my cooking skills are mediocre at best."
She hummed, seeming to accept the explanation. Thankfully, it looked like she didn’t notice his quick browse. "So how did things go while I was away?"
"Well enough, right, Harry?" James said, looking over to the teenager.
"Yeah," Harry replied. "Haven’t gotten the post yet from school, though. Maybe the owl got lost?"
"It’s your last year at Hogwarts," Lily realized. "I wonder if Voldemort is going to try something." Sighing heavily, she ran a hand through her red locks. "I can’t believe that he’s been quiet for so long. Everyone has known since last year that he’s back."
"Despite what Dumbledore and Harry kept telling them since the tournament," James muttered under his breath.
"Hey, Mum and Dad?" Harry softly called, looking to them over his shoulder. "Did you guys know there was a prophecy about me? I mean, before my friends and I went to the Ministry."
"Yes," his bearer answered quickly, though James seemed hesitant. "Dumbledore came to us and told us about it, said that you fit it as well as Neville Longbottom. He hid both of our families."
"We’re lucky to still be alive," James pointed out, rubbing at his forehead. "I should have known Peter was a little traitor."
"No one could have known," the teenager stated. "At least he’s gone now. Right? And it’s a good thing Voldemort didn’t kill you, of course. You’re alive, which is the important thing, but I bet people would jump to blaming Uncle Padfoot if you guys died."
"Knowing Sirius, he would have done something pretty reckless that would damn him to Azkaban," Lily stated as though it were fact.
"Sirius isn’t that reckless," James defended. "He would take care of Harry first and foremost."
"He’s practically your brother, James. He would jump to revenge in an instant."
As the two argued over which course of action Sirius would have taken if they had died seventeen years ago, Harry had to pat himself on the back for the distracting subject since they always get like this, he pulled a vial from his pocket and poured it into a glass of tea. Remembering which one it was, he stuffed the meat into the oven to cook then lowered the burners under the boiling vegetables to a simmer. Grabbing two of the cups, he turned to the table and placed them in front of the married couple.
Lily’s hand almost snatched it from his own, her rambling making her throat feel dry. Bringing the glass to her lips, she started to drink from it. Harry fought back the smirk, but his lips twitched enough to catch James’ attention. He didn’t say anything or make any movement in case he alerted Lily, and hoped the decision was not a poor one.
Here is a line!
As usual, when he tried to touch his wife, she turned him down, claming she was too tired for his antics. While he could believe that, she did have a nap earlier that day. Rolling away, he tried to catch some sleep, yet it eluded him.
After laying there for hours, he grabbed his wand and cast a quick Tempus charm. It was well past midnight, close to two in the morning. There was also a date along with the time, causing him to blink in surprise before grinning and easing out of bed. He looked over to see if his movements disturbed Lily, but she laid there on her side, back to him.
Huffing, he got to his feet and quietly left the room, the door shutting with a soft click. Tiptoeing away from his bedroom, he made his way down the hall to Harry’s room. Once at his door, he pressed an ear against the wood to listen for any sign that the teen was awake. Hearing nothing, he slowly opened the door and peeked inside.
Harry was laid out on the bed, covers thrown off and his form bare of almost everything. His cock was half-hard in his sleep, mouth unconsciously nipping at the knuckles near his head. It was the little things he was wearing that caught his attention. He was wearing fluffy cat ears on top of his head and a cat tail was slung over his hips, bands of black fur wrapped around his wrists and ankles.
James blinked before smirking as he stepped into the room and gently closed the door. Feet soft on the ground, he crept closer then eased himself onto the bed, his fingers caressing the teen’s cheek then down his neck to his shoulder. He leaned over a little bit once he noticed there was nothing around Harry’s waist. So what was holding the tail in place?
His eyes grew wide when he saw the tail had a bead at the base of it, a bead that was pressed against the familiar muscles of the younger’s anus. A blush covered his cheeks as he took in the image.
Beads. Harry has a cat tail with beads to insert into himself.
"Finally got here?" a sleepy voice asked, causing him to snap his attention from the tail to Harry’s sleepy face. "I see I’m not the only impatient one in the house."
"That obvious?" James chuckled, slipping his sleeping pants off and throwing them onto the floor. He climbed onto the king size bed, spooning the teenager from behind. "Where did you get the outfit?"
"Like it, Daddy?" Harry teased, rubbing his head into James’ chin with a soft purr. "I ordered it under another name and had it delivered via owl."
"And this?" he asked, tugging on the tail. Another bead slipped out, causing Harry to gasp. "You slept with these in your ass?"
"I didn’t plan on it," he whined, lifting his leg as fingers started probing him, pushing the bead back in then pulling it out again. "You were supposed to come in here about an hour after Lily went to sleep."
"You know, it’s very hard for me to follow through anything when I don’t know the plan," James pointed out, pulling three beads out this time before pushing them back. Harry squirmed in response, letting out soft mews.
"I thought it would be obvious," his son panted as more beads were pulled out then forced back into him, his muscles rising and falling along the curves. "I gave her that potion I tried giving you. She’ll stay asleep until morning, meaning we can fuck all night long if you want to."
"I wish I knew that sooner," the man informed as his free hand rubbed at Harry’s chest. "Bloody hell, Harry. I think you’re breasts are getting a bit swollen. Has my touch started to turn your body into a woman’s?"
"No, Daddy, I’m just really horny for you," Harry gasped as fingers pinched the sensitive nubs on his chest.
"So you’re a horny kitty?" he teased, pushing the beads back into his son’s hole. "Tell me, if I scratch your ass, will it rise?"
"Only one way to tell," Harry giggled as James rolled over onto his back then pulled himself up to leaned against the headboard, his legs open and cock bumping his abdomen as he moved. The teenager shuffled to settle between his legs, his own tucked under him, before licking at the erect penis in front of his face. The tongue dove down as far as his scrotum then up to his tip, flickering against the slit.
James ran a hand down Harry’s spine, earning small shivers the further he went. Bending his fingers, he lightly scraped his nails along the pale skin. Harry’s hips rose as the fingers slid back up to his shoulders then down again. The closer to the soft mounds he got, the higher Harry raised his hips. When his hand was close enough, he grabbed at the teen’s buttock, squeezing hard enough that he was sure it would bruise.
Harry moaned into the underside of his cock, tongue trying to wrap around the girth but unable to. Giving up once he realized he would be unable to do so, he took the glans into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the tip. Gathering any leaking beads of precum, he started to take more into his mouth.
As the teen swallowed down more of his cock, James grabbed the tail and pulled it out as far as seven beads then pushed them back in. Harry moaned around the cock he was forcing down his throat, causing vibrations to rock through the older. As his son started bobbing his head, letting the thick dick in his mouth slide in only to be swallowed back down, James kept pulling out the beads and pushing them back inside with one hand while the other gripped the raven hair of the teen.
He gasped and groaned as Harry’s moans grew louder, the vibrations getting more severe as he continued on. "You’re sure she won’t wake up?" James asked through his heavy breathing. "No matter how loud you are?"
Harry hummed an affirmative around his member since his hand wouldn’t let the teen take his head away. He pulled back with a hard suck that hollowed his cheeks and caused his throat to tighten around the organ still buried in it.
"Good." He yanked the tail harshly, pulling all twelve beads out of the twitching hole. Harry jerked back with a yelp, not expecting the rough removal. James tossed the tail to the side, ignoring wherever it landed.
The hand in his hair yanked him back, pulling him from the cock he was sucking on in order for James to lay claim to his mouth. They moaned into the kiss, their tongue rolling and rubbing together while Harry moved up to straddle the man’s waist. Settling on the lap, he felt the stiff member pressing against his lower cheeks, demanding to be let in.
James’ hands were on those cheeks, squeezing them tightly while spreading them apart. His hips rolled up, letting the hard flesh slide against the eagerly waiting hole. Their lips separated, a string of saliva being all that connected them. "What does my little kitty want?" he asked, tongue darting out to lick at the bruised-red lips.
"Daddy’s cock in his ass," Harry panted with a smile. "Kitty wants Daddy to breed him."
The teen was suddenly flipped off the man’s lap, a yelp slipping out. Before he could sit up and protest, the larger body was on him and pressing down, pinning him to the soft mattress of his bed. In one smooth motion, he was buried deep inside the smaller male under him. James groaned loudly as Harry let out a soft scream, hands gripping his upper arms and nails digging in.
The teen didn’t have time to adjust before the invasive flesh pulled out then slammed back into him. The strike to his pleasurable bundle of nerves caused him to throw his head back and yell, stars flashing across his eyes as the spot was struck again and again. "Daddy," Harry panted. "Oh, yes, Daddy! You feel so good in my ass!"
"And your ass feels amazing," James returned, bending down and licking at the exposed throat. His lips slid against the skin, planting soft kisses that wouldn’t leave marks behind. "Tell me, kitty. Tell me what you want."
"I want your cum in me, Daddy," the raven cried out, his legs wrapping around James’ waist with crossed ankles, pulling himself up to meet the thrusting hips. "Daddy, I want to have your baby. I want to be your bitch and only your bitch. I want to be the only one to have Daddy’s dick, the only one to be filled with your cum!" He gasped as James straightened up, on his knees now.
"Then I’ll give you just that," he promised, pulling the slim legs off his waist before planting them on his shoulders. He leaned forward again, almost folding his son in half as he brought his hips down onto the perky ass currently taking in his aching cock. He could feel his climax approaching, ready to burst. He was full of little swimmers wanting to be spilled into his child’s belly, to create a new life inside his son. "I’m so close, Harry. I’m so close to filling you with my seed."
"Cum in me, Daddy," he pleaded, hands reaching up to link behind James’ neck. "Fill me with that delicious semen. Impregnate me with your baby." His breathing started to become heavier, panting down as he moaned loudly. "Daddy, I’m coming! I’m coming from your cock in me!"
James groaned as Harry’s sperm shot from his smaller penis, the angle causing it to splatter onto his son’s face, which only made him look more lewd as he stuck his tongue out to lick at his own cum. He couldn’t hold it back for much longer, pushing his cock as far as he could into the squeezing passage before releasing his load deep inside his teenage son’s body. The rippling muscles around him coaxed more sperm to flood his son’s insides, filling him completely with his cum.
Exhaling sharply, he fell onto the smaller body, his arms barely holding him up enough to not crush the teenager underneath him. Thin fingers carted through his sweaty hair, brushing it to the side before their lips connected for a quick kiss. Chuckling, James found the strength to get off his son then off the bed. "Up," he ordered.
His body still shaking from his orgasm, Harry managed to swing his legs to the edge of the bed and stand up. A trail of sticky semen slipped from his ass, sliding a trail for more drops to follow down to the floor.
The man took a step back, hand on his cock and gently stroking it back to its stiff state. "Brace yourself against the wall."
Smiling, Harry turned to the wall, spreading his legs as he planted his hands flat against the smooth surface. "Like this, Daddy?" he asked.
"Just like that," James replied, hand sliding up the teen’s back to grasp the back of his neck. Harry gasped lightly, arms shaking both from the previous bout of sex and in anticipation of another round so soon. "Does my baby boy want my dick again?"
"I always want your cock, Daddy," Harry told him with a light giggle, wiggling his hips invitingly.
Hazel eyes watched his essence drip from the hole he was just in. He cock was back to being fully erect again, his hand releasing it to fly up and bump against his own stomach as he grasped Harry’s waist. Strong fingers massaged into soft flesh as the hand on Harry’s neck forced him to bend down more.
Pulling one cheek to the side, he slammed his stiffened member into Harry’s hole once again, earning a pleased shout from the teenager. Not giving him any time to adjust, which he shouldn’t need since they just had sex, James started slamming into the younger’s body mercilessly. Harry gasped and moaned loudly, his body rising and falling with the thrusting of his hips crashing into his soft ass.
The teen’s tongue was hanging out, saliva dripping down onto the floor as Harry looked back at him, his bright green eyes hazed over with desire and lust. His hand left the teenager’s waist, though the one of his neck stayed in place. The now free hand snaked around the teenager’s body, grabbing hold of his hard penis and yanking it harshly in time with his thrusts.
"Daddy!" Harry cried out loudly, head dropping down to watch him tug on the smaller penis. "That feels really good, Daddy. So good. Your hand on my dick and your cock inside me! Oh, fuck! I’m in heaven!"
"About to be," James informed, his hips rolling into Harry’s before he pulled himself out completely only to slam back in. The raven yelled out, whining in protest when the thick penis was fully removed only to scream in pleasure as it was shoved back inside him, slamming into his prostate. "How’s that feel, Harry? Feel good being fucked by your Daddy?"
"It’s the best!" Harry shouted as his father continued removing himself them slamming back inside the teen’s hole. "I can’t stand much more! Daddy, I’m going to come!"
"Already?" he teased, though could feel his own approaching quickly. He was too sensitive from the previous round of sex, making his orgasm hit him faster now. He stopped pulling himself out, instead making shallow thrusts. "Then come for Daddy. Squeeze Daddy’s fat dick and take all my sperm into your fertile belly."
"Fuck, yes, Daddy!" The teen cried out as his orgasm rocked through his already overly sensitive body, his muscles clamping tightly down onto the throbbing flesh that was pushed into him and held there. He could feel it pulsing before the familiar heat of his father’s seed spilled into him once again. "It feels so good, Daddy. You getting me pregnant is the best feeling ever."
"I can’t wait until you are pregnant," James told him gently, his hand leaving the softening dick in order to rub the teenager’s abdomen. "I really want to see you with a big belly, carrying our baby inside you. I’ll probably get hard and fuck you every time I look at you."
Harry let out a flirtatious giggle, lifting his head in order to look up at his father. "I can’t wait for that."
Still buried inside his son, James hugged him from behind, pulling him until the teen’s back was to his chest. "Happy birthday, Harry."
Here the Chapter Ends
Is Harry pregnant yet? Maybe. You’ll find out next chapter. Probably. Let me know what you think!
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