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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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So far, so good. I think. A lot of people are reading this, but so few are telling me anything. I’ll just go by the Dragon Prints for now.
Here the Chapter Starts
‘Harry birthday, Harry.’
Was it already July thirty-first? The days seemed to just blend together until now. He’ll probably be getting his letter for his final year at Hogwarts soon.
James had returned to his room shortly after their brief sex frenzy, very satisfied but he will probably be wanting more in the morning. After this past week, his body had adjusted from few moments of self-pleasure to full-blown sex just about every other hour. Especially after Harry told him about the lack of protection, almost like he was making it his life’s purpose to impregnate the teenager. Not that Harry was complaining.
But now, he was too awake to fall back asleep. Despite the slight buzz he felt throughout his body, he managed to get up and slip on a pair of pajama pants, yanking the cat ears from his head and tossing them over to the beaded tail by his dresser. At least he had another idea for something James would enjoy to spice up their sex life.
Opening his door, he listened for the sounds of his parents sleeping. His father was probably tired enough now that he was asleep before he hit the pillow. Hearing the soft breathing, he walked to the nearby potion lab that his professor (honorary uncle because Lily insisted on it since James named Sirius and Remus honorary uncles) had installed into the house. Lily had asked for it, but she rarely used it.
When Harry first started using the lab, he found old notes Lily had made concerning which ingredients she had and what she was using them for. Most of the potions she made were to keep her from getting pregnant, which made Harry very suspicious. Lily would occasionally have sex with James, which would cause Harry’s blood to boil in rage, but it was rare and those moments were far apart.
Lily was making the potion often enough that the teen suspected she was taking it every day. At this rate, she’s more than likely barren, meaning she will be unable to have James’ children. Meaning if James really wants to have another child, Harry will be the only candidate to carry it.
The thought made him smile, his hand rubbing lovingly at his still flat stomach. But he now has a bit of a problem. Most of the ingredients he used were his own, so Lily won’t notice her own stash missing anything, but now he needs a place to hide the potions he made. Otherwise, Lily may catch onto what the teenager is doing. Especially if she finds the pregnancy test potions, which he has no doubt she will recognize on sight. If not her, then Severus will.
The sleeping draught he uses is his own creation, a blend of various ingredient from different types of sleeping potions, from a Dreamless Sleep to the Draught of Living Death. And like James told him before, Lily is smart enough that, if she were to get her hands on a sample of the mysterious potion he makes, she could figure out what is used to make it as well as what it is meant to do.
Life would be a lot better if she weren’t around. For now, though, he has to hide his potions. Hopefully, he made enough to last the rest of the summer, he doubts he’ll have a chance to brew more later on. He grabbed a nearby sack, gently placing the various vials of potions into it for transport to his room. He has a safe place to hide them there, and Lily hardly goes into his room unless she was wanting to belittle him by pointing out imaginary flaws.
Grabbing the last vial of the test potion, he paused and stared at it curiously. The liquid inside was still a foggy white color, just as the others. He tested himself yesterday morning, but maybe the result could be different by now. More hormones have gone through his body, so a pregnancy may be detected. Shaking his head, he stuffed it into the bag with the rest, cradling the package to his body to lessen the amount of sounds made.
Looking down the hall, he darted to his room, stopping himself from slamming the door shut. Lily will sleep through it, but James needs his sleep. Harry would feel really bad if he woke his father up. He went over to his closet, gently opening the door then ducking down to the floor. There was a small door, a hide-away for little trinkets he would gather.
Opening, he tucked the bag away alongside various other items, mainly of the sexual theme. They were not so much trinkets as they were potential items to use for sex. There were a pair of handcuffs with a layer of fine white fur on the chains next to a ball gag laying on top of a leather outfit that would fit him like a one piece swimsuit for women. Only it had a slit in the area that would cover his buttocks, an opening for another to use in order to enter him, as well as small holes for his chest. There was also a long, leather whip and high-heeled boots alongside the outfit, and dragonskin rope guaranteed not to give or break. Even cutting it would be difficult.
He closed the small door before sliding various items he had laying around his closet over it, hiding it completely from view. He doubted anyone would bother looking for it, but he wanted to make sure. James may not let him use the items if he knows about them beforehand and Lily would definitely know something was going on.
Content with his hiding place, he scrambled back to his bed and ducked under the covers only to throw them off and jump back out of the comfort of sleep. He snatched up the ears and beaded tail, pulling off the bands of fur from his ankles and wrists, then returned back to his hiding spot. What was the point of hiding things and keeping secrets if he left evidence out in the open?
Here is a line!
It sounded like a simple enough thing to do. Go to the bathroom and wash up for the day. Lily was already awake and cooking in the kitchen, thinking that her husband was still asleep.
But he wasn’t. He was in the bathroom with Harry, one of his hands covering Harry’s drooling mouth with two of his fingers inside the cavern being licked and suckled on. Harry’s pajama bottoms were pooled around his ankles with one leg completely free as he was bent over the counter, watching their reflection in the mirror as his father thrusts into him from behind.
His own prick was rubbing over the edge of the counter, the sharp corners of side and top digging into his sensitive flesh. He could watch their skin leak sweat from their pores, areas turning red from their activity. He could watch his father’s face tighten up in an effort to stay quiet, see teeth pinching lips to hold back any words or shouts.
All he could do himself was lick the fingers in his mouth and moan around them, trying to keep his own sounds at a low volume. The pace was slow, trying to avoid making the frantic sounds of skin slapping skin, but James was pushing his stiff cock in deep with each roll of his hips. Harry’s arms shook, trying to hold himself up so that he could keep watching his father rut into him.
Then it was gone, the thickness inside of him as James pulled out. Harry whined in protest around the fingers, pushing his hips back to rub against the hard dick. He saw James smirk at him before lifting his leg to the counter, pulling Harry to his chest so that he was at an angle that he could see his own stretched anus. Fingers rubbed down his thigh to the red and puffy ring, dipping into him and pressing down as they were pulled out.
"Want to watch?" his father breathlessly whispered into his ear.
All he could do was nod in response, watching the fingers get swallowed by his ass before James pulled him up enough for his larger cock to be in view. The fingers withdrew, loosely wrapping around the tip of the man’s penis to guide it back into the twitching hole. Harry sank back down onto it, watching the hard flesh disappear into his body. He moaned lowly, turning his head into James’ neck to smother his sounds. But James grasped his chin and turned him back to look at the mirror, to watch his father’s member slide in and out of him.
He moaned a little louder, earning a harsh shush from his father as he sped up, still trying to keep their morning sex quiet while reaching for more pleasure. The teen could see his own body’s slick coating his father’s penis, allowing it to move smoothly in all the way to the bouncing scrotum. James paused for a moment, fully sheathed inside of his son as he looked to the door, but he didn’t look worried. He looked like he was listening. The blood pounding in his ears made it difficult for Harry to hear whatever James was listening for, but he must have liked it.
The man grinned down at him before licking at Harry’s neck. "She’s playing the radio," he informed lowly. "No loud sounds, but I think we can speed this up." With his arms wrapped around Harry’s torso, holding his son to him, his hips started to pound into him. Harry could see the sack slapping against his ass as the thick member was pulled out then pushed back in rapidly. He could hear their skin slapping against each other. Harry fought down his moans and pleas, but couldn’t keep his gasping and panting bottled in.
"Daddy," he panted, his hand trailing down to between his legs, his fingers spreading over the spot where they connected. The dick slid between his fingers easily, undeterred as it drove into him. "Daddy, more, please!"
"Shh," James shushed soothingly, petting back Harry’s hair. "Daddy’s going to give you exactly what you want, birthday boy. You want a lot of cum from your Daddy, right?"
"Yes," the teenager panted, head rolling back onto his father’s shoulder. "Yes, Daddy. I want all of your cum inside me. I want Daddy’s baby in me. I want Daddy to breed me."
"I’m trying, Harry," he chuckled lowly, grunting as Harry’s reached his peak, ropes of white shooting from his smaller prick to splatter on the countertop. He could feel his own testicles drawing up, his body tensing as he pushed himself deeper into his son. His cock throbbed before finally releasing the flood of semen into the teen’s ass. "Feel that? Daddy’s giving you lots of cum. Daddy’s breeding your gorgeous ass."
Harry moaned, one hand still at their connected bodies and the other digging into James’ hair. "It feels so good, Daddy," the teen moaned, tugging on the locks as James rolled his hips to increase the amount of semen he was pouring into the younger male. "Don’t worry. All this breeding will come to fruition soon enough."
James kissed his neck, sucking at his collar and leaving behind a red mark. Hazel eyes stared at the mark, tongue darting out to lick at it possessively. Not only was his son full of his semen, probably already pregnant even if the teen doesn’t know quite yet, but now there is exterior proof of who Harry belongs to. It excited him to leave such a mark behind that he couldn’t resist leaving another and then a third.
Harry giggled at him, tugging his head away. "Easy there," he playfully reprimanded, ignoring the tongue that kept trying to reach skin. "We’ll be having guests soon and it would be hard to explain all the hickeys you’re leaving on me."
With a groan, James pulled away, his softening penis sliding out of the teenager as he stepped away. "Guess we need to clean up a bit," he proposed.
"I think so," Harry agreed with a nod, clenching his ass to try and keep the seed from dripping out of him.
Here is a line!
By noon, the house was full of people, friends of both parents and son. The majority of the Weasley Family came in, Bill and Percy being the exceptions. Bill was off at another site, Harry thinks it’s in Egypt again, and Percy was just being the most annoying prick in the world.
Hermione also managed to show up for his birthday, alongside Neville (it’s now a combined birthday party) and Luna, their guardians with them. The five of them, originally three until the whole Ministry fiasco (boy, weren’t their families both proud and pissed), were more commonly known as the Golden Children. Not wanting to be referred to as a child for the rest of his life, Harry kept trying to tell everyone that there is nothing golden about them.
Beyond what they show others, there truly wasn’t anything golden under their skin.
Ron has anger issues that were impossible to scoff at and he wasn’t exactly the brightest crayon in the box. The only thing he was really good at is chess and Quidditch, but the sport was only if Ron would calm down and stop freaking out. He also had the worst moments of envy, sometimes demanding if Harry thought he was better because he had more money.
Hermione is very intelligent, but prone to jealousy fits. When Harry started making potions better than hers, she tried to go through his textbook and various journals to figure out what he was using as a cheat. She also seemed to think that she was the Queen Bee due to her intelligence and expected everyone to come to her when they have questions, or she will go to them with unwanted answers.
Neville is a shy boy, living a life of abuse from his family that thought they were bringing out his magical potential. No matter what they said, trying to drop a small child from a two-story window counts as endangerment and possibly attempted murder. No one paid any attention and Neville was too scared to tell any authorities, believing the hogwash that he’s been fed. Harry knows that the other boy is powerful, he just needs a good push.
Luna is never what she seems to be, always staring off in the distance with various knick-knacks decorating her form. Most in school call her ‘Loony Lovegood’ because of the way she does things. Harry suspects her being a seer of sorts, possibly able to see creatures that no one else can. Or she was alerting others that she is very much aware without them knowing she knows. Either way, he’s pretty sure any malicious incidents towards her bullies were her doing.
To others, he supposes they are only ‘golden’ because they see what they wish to see. But two of the five know that they are anything but Golden. A third member just believes he is undeserving of such a title. The last two think they are entitled, relishing in the praise with the belief that their school-year antics will provide them with jobs of their choice.
Someone dropped down next to his side, another body soon at his other as arms stretched behind his head. "So, Harry," one said, soon followed by the other.
"We really tried getting you something unique."
"But we decided that-"
"As our invisible partner-"
"We should give you this," the twins finished in unison, handing him a wrapped package with a small note saying to open it in private.
"It’s something new we’re trying," Fred explained lowly.
"For our more erotic treats," George whispered.
These two, the only ones to know he has a desire, as well as who. The two didn’t seem to care. Of course, they would be hypocrites if they were bothered seeing as the two were in their own forbidden relationship. How they kept it a secret when they lived at the Burrow was beyond his comprehension. At least he only has to worry about Lily, which is an easy fix. These two have to worry about their parents and siblings.
"Hope you’ll be using it soon," the pair told him.
"Thank you," he whispered then smirk and winked at the twins. Their returning grins told him that his silent message was received and understood. The next opening he had to vanish for a moment, he took in order to hide the present in his room. He failed to notice the letter on his bed in his rush.
Here is a line!
The party went well into the night, some leaving as the sun was setting while others, like Remus and Sirius, stayed until close to midnight. Lily had gone to bed while the three men and newly legal wizard stayed up, the trio passing around a bottle of Firewhiskey while Harry shot harmless spells in every direction he could think of.
"Here, Harry," Sirius offered, holding out the bottle of alcohol. "Have a taste."
"No thanks, Uncle Pads," Harry declined, pushing the bottle away. He won’t ruin a potential pregnancy with poison that could hurt the baby.
"Come on," his godfather pressed. "Just a sip. If you don’t like it, then I’ll leave you alone."
"Come off it, mate," James defended, pulling Sirius away from his son. "He said ‘no’. Besides, being seventeen just means he’s legally an adult. Not that he’s old enough to drink. Now stop trying to intoxicate my son."
"Just trying to let him have some fun."
"Harry doesn’t need to get drunk to have fun, Sirius," Remus, the eternal voice of reason for the trio, tried to convince. "Let him wallow in his newfound freedom." Seeing the time, he grabbed the Animagus by his foot and tugged on him harshly. "Speaking of which, we need to get back home."
"But Moony, it’s hardly eleven," Sirius protested childishly, wiggling his foot from Remus’ grip.
"It’s late," the werewolf pointed out as he got to his feet. "By the way, Kingsley wants all Aurors to attend a meeting tomorrow, James. It’s at nine o’clock, so we’ll leave you alone to get some sleep."
"Thanks, Remus," James returned, snatching the Firewhiskey from Sirius. "I’ll see you tomorrow."
Remus nodded to him then turned to Harry with a small smile. "Happy birthday, cub."
"Thanks, Uncle Moony," Harry replied, smiling back to his werewolf uncle.
"We are getting you to drink sometime," Sirius promised in a drunken slur, but accepting that he will be taken home so he might as well not fight it. "But until then, enjoy being seventeen. It’s a big step, pup!"
With a laugh, the teen pushed Sirius off of him. Remus caught Sirius and led him to the fireplace, one large enough for three people to come through. It was made that way for a reason similar to this one. With a wave and a final farewell, Remus tossed the Floo powder down and gave his destination.
As soon as the green flames were barely embers in the fireplace, Harry was on his back with James pinning him to the couch, lips pressing into his own as the man’s tongue delved into the younger male’s mouth. Harry’s legs opened more for his father to be situated better between his legs, his hands flying up to run through dark hair. James soon left his mouth, lips gently sucking down his neck to his collar.
"I’d thought they would never leave," Harry stated, his hands unbuttoning his shirt quickly before working on James’ own. "We could hardly get away at all today."
"We’re alone now," James reassured with a chuckle, nipping at Harry’s creamy shoulder as he tugged the shirt down the teen’s arm. "I can’t hold it back much longer, baby boy. I’ve been wanting you since I fucked you this morning. I have so much cum packed in my balls just waiting to be dumped into you."
"Going to flood my ass then, Daddy?" Harry teased, unbuckling the belt that was currently the main obstacle between them.
"Oh, yes." His hips pushed down into Harry’s hand, slim fingers digging into the fabric to rub as the eager penis hidden under it. "I’m going to pack you full." He pulled back, kneeling between the teen’s thighs so that Harry could fully undo the belt then the pants, tugging them down until his cock was freed, springing up and reaching high.
He pulled Harry’s hands away then quickly undid the teen’s clothes, tugging the pants off. Harry’s legs came together between them as the article was being removed, the limbs going back to his waist once they were free and the clothing tossed to the table. Leaning back down, their mouths connected again as hands roamed each other’s body.
Their erect cocks rubbed against the other, small beads already leaking out from being withheld and neglected all day, ready to finally find release. The older rolled his hips into his son’s, earning soft moans and gasps as they grinded. Harry’s legs lifted up, knees pressing against James’ sides with his body curled enough for the man’s cock to rub against his ass.
"Need me to prep you?" James offered against the skin of the teenager’s throat.
Harry tugged his hair with one hand while reaching down to guide James’ dick to his entrance. "I don’t need preparation, Daddy," he assured, pushing the head into him. "I’m always ready for you."
Once his body took in the tip, James pushed forward, burying himself as far as he could go into the willing body under tensing under him. He groaned deeply as the tight heat surrounded his aching cock, a spasm rocking through him that coaxed a small release of sperm to shoot into the passage. Harry giggled, rocking his hips upward for James to get the message to move.
Message received and understood. James pulled back, leaving the tip of his penis inside, then slammed back down. Harry let out a low yell as the movement struck his prostate without fail, his muscles clenching around the thick meat inside that withdrew only to push its way back into him. Gasps and pants spilled out as their speed increased, James slamming into him hard enough that the soft tissue of his buttocks rippled each time they met with the man’s hips, pale skin tinting red.
Chewing on his bottom lip to keep in loud noises -Lily didn’t get a potion to keep her asleep, after all- he buried his face into his father’s neck, breathing in the scent of the older male. Earthy with mix of pine and oak, the smell of outside. Harry groaned, deeply inhaling the scent of the man that was pounding away into his body.
Hours of wait called for less time necessary for their climax. It hit Harry first after a hard slam into the bundle of nerves, causing his smaller penis to jerk up and spray their stomachs with his semen. His inner walls clamped down on the invasive cock, squeezing James until he spilled his seed into his son’s body. Large hands help Harry’s hips to his own as his dick throbbed and twitched, biting back his deep moan as he emptied his balls inside.
Panting, their bodies relaxed enough for James to tenderly pull out, a small dribble of cum spilling from the puffy hole. "That could have lasted a bit longer," James weakly commented, kissing Harry’s forehead, "Sorry."
"Don’t be sorry, Daddy," Harry told him with a small smile. "I enjoy every second you give me." He kissed the older man softly, tongue darting out to lick at the other’s lips. "Want to come up to my room for another round?"
"Maybe two, if you’re up for it," the man returned with a chuckle.
"Always, Daddy. Always."
Here is a line
He knows that he should wake his father up and send him to his own bedroom, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so. While they had cuddled after sex the past week, James never really fell asleep with him. And right now, he is deeply asleep while spooning the teenager, his cock soft and still inside Harry, as though making sure that none of his essence drips out. He can enjoy this for a while, but it will have to end soon or Lily would get suspicious.
For now, though, he was quite curious about the letter they found on his bed earlier. There was nothing other than the Gringotts insignia and Harry’s name on the front. James took it from the bed and placed it on the bedside table for Harry to look at later when they weren’t occupied with sex.
There was also the potion he had hidden in his drawer, one of the pregnancy test potions he couldn’t help but try when he had slipped away from the party. He wasn’t able to sit around and wait for the result when he was called back by the annoying duo known as Ron and Hermione. Reaching over, he pulled the drawer out first, his impatience to know the result overcoming his curiosity of the letter.
Unable to sit up with the arm holding his torso against the man’s chest, his hand blindly searched for the vial in the drawer. Occasionally, he felt the smooth glass at his fingertips, but it rolled away, causing the teen to stretch more. James grunted in his sleep, tightening his grip and pushing up into the smaller body he was holding.
Harry huffed out a sigh of irritation. He needs to know the result and his Daddy refuses to loosen his grip enough for the teen to find out. Maybe he should wake the man up and send him to his own bed. He’s been sleeping behind Harry for an hour already. Pulling his hand back, he grasped James’ arm and gently shook it.
"Daddy," he called gently, earning a low groan in response. He shook the limb harder. "You need to get to your room."
"Five more minutes," the man grumbled, rubbing his face into Harry’s back.
"Lily could wake up and catch us," Harry pointed out. "It’s after midnight now. You need to get to your bed."
James grunted, pulling away and pushing himself up onto his elbow as he ran a hand down his face. Hazel eyes trailed over the pale skin of the teen looking up at him with a pout. "I did not mean to fall asleep inside," he apologized.
"It’s fine," Harry reassured as the man eased his limp dick out. "But you really need to get to your own bed or Lily may wake up and try looking for you."
"Yeah, right," James grunted, sitting up while rubbing the back of his neck. "I don’t know if I’ll be gone when you wake up, so I guess I’ll see you when I get back from the Ministry."
Reaching up, Harry hooked his arm around James’ neck to pull himself up for a quick kiss. "Be careful at work, especially if you get sent out on a mission," he said against the smirking lips.
"Since when did my son act more like a wife than my actual wife?"
"Since your son decided he loves you far more than you wife ever hopes to fake."
"Be nice." Another quick peck was delivered to the teen lips before James climbed out of the bed and started collecting his fallen clothes. They were coherent enough earlier to gather the clothes they took off downstairs and bring it with them to lower the chances of discovery. Dressed haphazardly, probably making it look like he was drinking for a while, James smirked at him then left the room.
Giggling, Harry rolled over onto his stomach and pushed himself up to his elbows, reaching into the drawer once more. Now that he could see where the vial was, he easily grabbed it before it could try escaping his fingers again. A wide grin split his lips as he gazed down to the vial on his palm, the once cloudy liquid now a bright yellow.
Laughing joyously, he sang, "Happy birthday to me."
Here the Chapter Ends
Guess. I dare you. It’s freaking obvious. Next chapter, the mysterious letter. What does it contain? Is Gringotts wanting a friendly meeting? Or is it something else? Find out next time!
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