The Scent of Dragons
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The Scent of Dragons
Harry Potter ~ The Scent of Dragons ~ Charlie/Remus
Title: The Scent of Dragons
Author: Irana Potter-Snape ()
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Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Charlie/Remus
Rating: NC18
Wordcount: 2997
Warnings: Wanking, ust, oral sex
Summary: There are many things Remus has had to deny himself over the years. He's finally run across something he's not certain he can ignore.
Disclaimer:
A/N: Yodel requested Remus finds the smell of dragon smoke quite the aphrodisiac. I hope you like what I did with this. I saw the prompt and the bunny took over my brain.
*~*~*
The first time Remus noticed it, he thought it was simply because he'd been without intimate contact for such a long time, and he ignored it. After all, he had been attracted to someone before and it never meant anything, but never quite this strongly, and never first by scent. Charlie had a life of his own to lead, he thought, and, aside from which, he had a job to do. They were preparing for a war, after all.
*~*~*
The second time he noticed it was in the aftermath of a battle. They were getting closer to defeating Voldemort now, Remus was certain, and members of the Order were spending what time they could find cross-training in areas besides their own. Remus was placed in charge of helping the werewolves on the side of the Light adjust to working with the dragons and their handlers, and so was temporarily stationed in Romania at the dragon reserve.
It was harder this time to ignore what he was feeling, to pretend his cock wasn't hard and leaking in his pants, aching with need. He focused as much as possible during the day and at night wanked himself nearly blind in the shower before falling into a fitful sleep. It wasn't as if he could say anything, after all, it wasn't as though Charlie were interested. At least, not as far as he could tell.
*~*~*
The third time he noticed, he felt incredibly stupid and was very grateful he'd never actually said anything to Charlie. It wasn't Charlie that made him hard as a rock by his mere presence, it was the scent of dragon smoke that lingered in his clothing, on his skin, in his hair. He'd been walking past the paddock when a Chinese Fireball had exhaled a puff of smoke as he passed and he'd been shocked to find himself hard nearly instantaneously. It would have been embarrassing beyond words to have attempted to chat up Charlie only to discover he was no longer attracted as soon as the man washed himself free of the scent of dragon smoke.
*~*~*
The first time Charlie noticed it, they were at an Order meeting, surrounded by people. Every time Remus walked past him he would scent him; quietly, deeply erotically. He watched carefully to see if he did it with anyone else, but throughout the entire time they were at Grimmauld and he and Remus were in the same room, he never once saw him do it to anyone else. He dismissed it as his imagination, because really, it was doubtful Remus was attracted to him and it could just be the other man's sensitive nose reacting to the scent of dragon he knew clung to him. It was only as he moved to leave after saying goodbye to Remus that he noticed Remus was hard.
*~*~*
The second time Charlie noticed it was when Remus was stationed in Romania to help the werewolves adjust to dragons and their handlers. Regardless of where they were and who was around, it seemed to Charlie that not only was Remus scenting him in the same way he had that one time at the order meeting, he also brushed against him or touched him in some way quite a bit more than he did with anyone else.
It was more than a little confusing, as Remus not only never did anything about the attraction Charlie was almost positive he was feeling, he never said anything either. One of the other werewolves – whose name he was never able to say correctly no matter how hard he tried – told Charlie it reminded him of an old mating ritual, one that was usually seen only in the wild. He also told Charlie that it was so instinctive, Remus probably hadn't realised he was doing it, and that if Charlie were interested, he would need to make the first move.
*~*~*
The third time he noticed it, he'd been working with the Chinese Fireball and was covered in smoke from the agitated dragon. He'd been scrubbing the scales just behind the dragon's wing, trying to remove a nasty bit of tree branch that had gotten caught, when the dragon exhaled a cloud of smoke right over a passing Remus. Remus stopped, stared at the dragon in shock, looked down at himself and ran a hand over his groin, shook his head and continued walking.
Charlie wondered if it was just the scent of the dragons on him, so he talked to the same werewolf. It seemed several the werewolves were having a reaction of some sort. The only other two that had the scenting thing were already mated with someone else, and suddenly found their mates unbearably arousing. Something about the dragon scent mixed with that of their mate was acting as the world's most potent aphrodisiac.
Charlie decided something needed to be done, and soon, if he were to ever end up in Remus' bed. Remus was returning to Scotland in two days. That wouldn't be enough time he knew, but he vowed to be prepared the next time he saw Remus.
*~*~*
The first time it happened away from a place where Remus would have expected it – at the Burrow over dinner – Remus thought he was imagining things. He certainly hadn't been around any dragons in a rather long time, and Charlie had been home and dragon smoke free for well over two weeks. But he'd brushed by Charlie and he could have sworn he smelled it on his skin, smothering a groan as he went instantly hard in his pants, fleeing to the room he'd been given to take care of it and biting his lip to keep from screaming Charlie's name.
Maybe he was attracted to Charlie after all.
*~*~*
Charlie watched Remus from the corner of his eye, waiting. He'd noticed that even without the dragon smoke, Remus still scented him. After two weeks of nothing happening save Remus being completely oblivious to what he was doing, Charlie finally had the perfect opportunity to put his plan into effect. Molly had invited Remus and several other order members over for a bit of a garden party to celebrate Voldemort's defeat. The Burrow had been extended temporarily to accommodate everyone who would be staying, and Remus had been given Charlie's old room.
Charlie and Ron were expected to share, but he knew Ron would prefer to be with Harry, so he made of point of waiting a sufficient spaceof time after Remus had left the room to go searching for him. He found him coming from the washroom, and smiled brightly at him.
"Remus, I was wondering if you'd mind sharing the room. Ron would rather be with Harry, and well, you know how those two can be and honestly, I'm not certain I'd survive sharing with the twins."
Certain he looked like a surprised kneazle, Remus struggled to come up with a better arrangement. He couldn't possibly share a room with Charlie and trust himself to not do anything, particularly not with the way Charlie smelled. His cock was twitching in his pants as it was, and he'd come twice already thinking about the man before him.
Finally, unable to think of an alternative, Remus nodded.
Beaming, Charlie grinned at Remus and said, "I'll tell Mum," before heading downstairs to speak with Molly.
Remus went down the stairs behind him and tried his best not to look like he'd agreed to his own torture.
*~*~*
Charlie grinned as he stepped out of the shower. In the intervening months he'd managed to find a shop in a Romania run by a squib who made colognes, soaps, shampoos and such to earn her living. She made something called Dragon's Touch that reminded him a great deal of the scent of the smoke emitted by a mating Fireball – minus the sulfur – and he'd bought the soap and the cologne after discovering it was made from dragon's blood resin, poppy, and Chinese white musk. He sniffed himself and grinned in satisfaction as he dried off, the scent clinging to his skin. He'd bathed in it the night before just an hour before he'd Apparated home, and going from Remus' earlier reaction, the scent had lingered on his skin.
He made his way into the bedroom, noticing in pleasure that Remus hadn't returned yet, and donned loose pyjama bottoms and a t-shirt before sitting on his bed with parchment and quill – ink on the nightstand – to pen a letter to his superior on the reserve. He rather suspected that if things went as planned, he'd be in need of a larger residence.
Remus wasn't working as such, at least not in a place that required his presence every day. He'd been approached about writing his memoirs, and he could do that anywhere. Aside from which, Charlie knew Remus had fallen in love with the dragons during his stay, and he didn't anticipate Remus saying no to what he had in mind. Just in case he did, Charlie was certain to stress the tentativeness of his request. The door opened just as he sent the owl off and Charlie stood to gather and replace his things.
"Lo Remus," he said as he finished packing away the parchment and ink.
Remus took a moment to answer, assaulted by the scent of Charlie and dragon smoke; body going hard so fast it took his breath away. He had to be imagining the scent of dragon smoke. There were no dragons around for miles. Still, his nose was insistent.
Immediately on hearing the hitch in breathing, Charlie moved over to Remus, placing one hand on his shoulder. "Alright there Remus?" he asked, watching as the other man closed his eyes only to open them after dragging in a deep breath. His pupils were dilated, and Charlie could have crowed in triumph.
"Yes. Yes I'm fine, thanks," Remus said, twitching gently from under Charlie's hand. "A bit tired," he added as he moved to the bed closest to the window, stripping out of robes and shirt as he went. This is nothing different from sharing the man's cottage, Remus told himself. He studiously ignored the voice that pointed out they hadn't actually shared a room as Charlie had given him the bed and had taken the couch. Granted, the way Charlie was dressed was much as he had dressed before, so there was no reason for him to be reacting this way.
Charlie stepped from the room on the pretense of using the loo, splashed a small bit of the cologne on his clothing and then headed back into the room. He didn't want to simply jump Remus, but he would if it seemed like he had no other choice. When he opened the door, Charlie found the room in darkness and navigated his way carefully to his bed. He could hear Remus' breathing quicken, and he smiled to himself in the dark as he slid under light covers, purposefully slowing his breathing until his breaths came deep and even.
Convinced Charlie was asleep, Remus heaved a deep sigh. He was randy and frustrated and the cause was sleeping across the room from him, the scent of him teasing Remus' senses. He'd been avoiding doing this, not wanting to be caught wanking when Charlie came back in the room, but he'd waited so long there was no way he'd make it to the bathroom to take care of his problem without it being noticed by someone, as it seemed everyone else was finally settling in for the night.
Slowly he slid his hand into his pants, fingers curling around the rigid length of his cock. He exhaled softly in pleasure as he stroked slowly once, eyes closing at the feel of it as he drank in the scent of Charlie across the room. He teased himself, loosening his grip, ghosting his finger down the length of his cock, over his balls; secure in the knowledge he wouldn't be disturbed. Charlie was asleep and no one would simply burst into the room unless the house was on fire.
He spread his legs, pushing the covers down past his hips, and teased the sensitive ring of flesh between his cheeks gasping harshly as the image of Charlie touching him that way presented itself to him. His heart was racing, blood pounding so loud in his ears he never realised that across the room, Charlie had shifted on his bed, turning to face him. He murmured Charlie's name as he pushed a finger inside himself, relishing the slight burn and groaning as he closed his fist tighter around himself, strokes speeding.
He was almost there when he realised there was movement in the room and froze, opening his eyes in time to see Charlie stripping out of his clothing right next to Remus seconds before Charlie dropped to his knees on the bed between Remus' spread legs and took the head of his cock into his mouth, pushing Remus' hand away so he could swallow it whole.
"Charlie," Remus choked out, fighting the mad urge to push himself further into Charlie's throat, orgasm approaching faster with every swipe of the wicked tongue now teasing the crown of his prick. "Merlin, Charlie," he moaned after a hard unexpected suck. "What are you doing?"
"If you have to ask I'm clearly doing something wrong," Charlie murmured, licking along the length of Remus' shaft. "Wish I could see better. Your cock feels incredible in my mouth," he said before he sucked once more, taking in half of Remus' length and sliding a hand between Remus' legs to cover Remus' hand, pushing the finger farther inside him. Remus tasted incredible, and Charlie suspected he could easily become addicted to the taste, but he wanted more; wanted to be inside Remus so badly he could almost feel the other man wrapped around him.
Remus gasped, so close now he could feel it gathering at the base of his spine, and he tried to choke out a warning, tried to tell Charlie to pull away only to cry out in completion, body shuddering with the strength of it.
Charlie swallowed greedily, not wanting to miss a drop, licking Remus clean when the spasms stopped, pulling Remus' finger free and sliding his own inside the tight heat, groaning as he imagined being buried inside him. "Remus… Remus please," he begged, nearly sobbing with relief as Remus spread his legs wider. He summoned his wand and performed a quick lubrication charm on his cock and fingers, adding in another and groaning as Remus' body closed around them, preparing him hard and fast and grateful that Remus was already relaxed from his orgasm.
He pushed himself up to his knees and lifted Remus' arse, lining himself up and pushing in smoothly; one long, luxurious glide inside clenching heat. It felt even better than he had imagined, and he whimpered in pleasure, pulling back to slide forward over and over and over again, breath coming is hard pants, orgasm already far too close.
"I can't… I'm sorry… wanted you too long," Charlie gasped out, slamming hard into Remus' body twice more before orgasm rolled through him, shocking him with the intensity of it. He collapsed onto Remus, breathing hard as he pressed sloppy kisses along Remus' neck and shoulders, finally taking his mouth in a lazy kiss.
"God, you don't know how long I've wanted to do that,' Charlie confessed breathlessly when he broke the kiss.
"You have?" Remus asked, not as surprised as he would have been before he'd had the pleasure of having Charlie's cock deep in his arse.
Charlie nodded, then said softly, "For months now. I kept waiting for you to say something, and you never did."
"I didn't know you were interested," Remus replied.
"Oh I'm definitely interested, and in more than just a shag," Charlie chuckled. 'We'll talk about it later after you've fucked me through the mattress."
Remus groaned as his cock twitched painfully, attempting to show its interest far too early. "Molly," he began to protest weakly.
"Already knows I have every intention of being had by you," Charlie interrupted. "She knew the minute I told her we were sharing a room. I'm fairly sure she cast the proper silencing charms herself before either of us ever entered the room. I've wanted this for a while, Remus. My mother has always been able to tell when I was interested in something. I told her I wanted to be with you, not just shag. Why do you think she didn't say anything about the switch in rooms?"
Remus flushed in the darkness, voice a choked whisper as he said, "Molly knows?"
Charlie laughed softly. "I'm a grown man. you have nothing to worry about," he said softly, doubt entering his mind for the first time. "Unless you don't want this…"
"No," Remus said quickly. "I do. I definitely want this, i simply didn't believe I could have it."
Charlie smiled, pulled free from Remus' body and settled down beside him. "You have me for as long as you want me," he promised. "Let's get some sleep. We can talk in the morning."
Remus nodded, too tired and sated to argue. He smiled as he considered the fact he no longer had to hide what the smell of dragon smoke did to him around Charlie. Charlie apparently more than welcomed it, and it looked as though he wouldn't be alone any longer. The mystery of Charlie's smell could wait til morning, because with Charlie lying next to him, he knew he wasn't imagining things. Perhaps the next time he was in Romania he'd have to take care of the Fireball himself. It was the least he could do for the dragon that Charlie smelled of.
Title: The Scent of Dragons
Author: Irana Potter-Snape (
Requestor:
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Charlie/Remus
Rating: NC18
Wordcount: 2997
Warnings: Wanking, ust, oral sex
Summary: There are many things Remus has had to deny himself over the years. He's finally run across something he's not certain he can ignore.
Disclaimer:
A/N: Yodel requested Remus finds the smell of dragon smoke quite the aphrodisiac. I hope you like what I did with this. I saw the prompt and the bunny took over my brain.
*~*~*
The first time Remus noticed it, he thought it was simply because he'd been without intimate contact for such a long time, and he ignored it. After all, he had been attracted to someone before and it never meant anything, but never quite this strongly, and never first by scent. Charlie had a life of his own to lead, he thought, and, aside from which, he had a job to do. They were preparing for a war, after all.
*~*~*
The second time he noticed it was in the aftermath of a battle. They were getting closer to defeating Voldemort now, Remus was certain, and members of the Order were spending what time they could find cross-training in areas besides their own. Remus was placed in charge of helping the werewolves on the side of the Light adjust to working with the dragons and their handlers, and so was temporarily stationed in Romania at the dragon reserve.
It was harder this time to ignore what he was feeling, to pretend his cock wasn't hard and leaking in his pants, aching with need. He focused as much as possible during the day and at night wanked himself nearly blind in the shower before falling into a fitful sleep. It wasn't as if he could say anything, after all, it wasn't as though Charlie were interested. At least, not as far as he could tell.
*~*~*
The third time he noticed, he felt incredibly stupid and was very grateful he'd never actually said anything to Charlie. It wasn't Charlie that made him hard as a rock by his mere presence, it was the scent of dragon smoke that lingered in his clothing, on his skin, in his hair. He'd been walking past the paddock when a Chinese Fireball had exhaled a puff of smoke as he passed and he'd been shocked to find himself hard nearly instantaneously. It would have been embarrassing beyond words to have attempted to chat up Charlie only to discover he was no longer attracted as soon as the man washed himself free of the scent of dragon smoke.
*~*~*
The first time Charlie noticed it, they were at an Order meeting, surrounded by people. Every time Remus walked past him he would scent him; quietly, deeply erotically. He watched carefully to see if he did it with anyone else, but throughout the entire time they were at Grimmauld and he and Remus were in the same room, he never once saw him do it to anyone else. He dismissed it as his imagination, because really, it was doubtful Remus was attracted to him and it could just be the other man's sensitive nose reacting to the scent of dragon he knew clung to him. It was only as he moved to leave after saying goodbye to Remus that he noticed Remus was hard.
*~*~*
The second time Charlie noticed it was when Remus was stationed in Romania to help the werewolves adjust to dragons and their handlers. Regardless of where they were and who was around, it seemed to Charlie that not only was Remus scenting him in the same way he had that one time at the order meeting, he also brushed against him or touched him in some way quite a bit more than he did with anyone else.
It was more than a little confusing, as Remus not only never did anything about the attraction Charlie was almost positive he was feeling, he never said anything either. One of the other werewolves – whose name he was never able to say correctly no matter how hard he tried – told Charlie it reminded him of an old mating ritual, one that was usually seen only in the wild. He also told Charlie that it was so instinctive, Remus probably hadn't realised he was doing it, and that if Charlie were interested, he would need to make the first move.
*~*~*
The third time he noticed it, he'd been working with the Chinese Fireball and was covered in smoke from the agitated dragon. He'd been scrubbing the scales just behind the dragon's wing, trying to remove a nasty bit of tree branch that had gotten caught, when the dragon exhaled a cloud of smoke right over a passing Remus. Remus stopped, stared at the dragon in shock, looked down at himself and ran a hand over his groin, shook his head and continued walking.
Charlie wondered if it was just the scent of the dragons on him, so he talked to the same werewolf. It seemed several the werewolves were having a reaction of some sort. The only other two that had the scenting thing were already mated with someone else, and suddenly found their mates unbearably arousing. Something about the dragon scent mixed with that of their mate was acting as the world's most potent aphrodisiac.
Charlie decided something needed to be done, and soon, if he were to ever end up in Remus' bed. Remus was returning to Scotland in two days. That wouldn't be enough time he knew, but he vowed to be prepared the next time he saw Remus.
*~*~*
The first time it happened away from a place where Remus would have expected it – at the Burrow over dinner – Remus thought he was imagining things. He certainly hadn't been around any dragons in a rather long time, and Charlie had been home and dragon smoke free for well over two weeks. But he'd brushed by Charlie and he could have sworn he smelled it on his skin, smothering a groan as he went instantly hard in his pants, fleeing to the room he'd been given to take care of it and biting his lip to keep from screaming Charlie's name.
Maybe he was attracted to Charlie after all.
*~*~*
Charlie watched Remus from the corner of his eye, waiting. He'd noticed that even without the dragon smoke, Remus still scented him. After two weeks of nothing happening save Remus being completely oblivious to what he was doing, Charlie finally had the perfect opportunity to put his plan into effect. Molly had invited Remus and several other order members over for a bit of a garden party to celebrate Voldemort's defeat. The Burrow had been extended temporarily to accommodate everyone who would be staying, and Remus had been given Charlie's old room.
Charlie and Ron were expected to share, but he knew Ron would prefer to be with Harry, so he made of point of waiting a sufficient spaceof time after Remus had left the room to go searching for him. He found him coming from the washroom, and smiled brightly at him.
"Remus, I was wondering if you'd mind sharing the room. Ron would rather be with Harry, and well, you know how those two can be and honestly, I'm not certain I'd survive sharing with the twins."
Certain he looked like a surprised kneazle, Remus struggled to come up with a better arrangement. He couldn't possibly share a room with Charlie and trust himself to not do anything, particularly not with the way Charlie smelled. His cock was twitching in his pants as it was, and he'd come twice already thinking about the man before him.
Finally, unable to think of an alternative, Remus nodded.
Beaming, Charlie grinned at Remus and said, "I'll tell Mum," before heading downstairs to speak with Molly.
Remus went down the stairs behind him and tried his best not to look like he'd agreed to his own torture.
*~*~*
Charlie grinned as he stepped out of the shower. In the intervening months he'd managed to find a shop in a Romania run by a squib who made colognes, soaps, shampoos and such to earn her living. She made something called Dragon's Touch that reminded him a great deal of the scent of the smoke emitted by a mating Fireball – minus the sulfur – and he'd bought the soap and the cologne after discovering it was made from dragon's blood resin, poppy, and Chinese white musk. He sniffed himself and grinned in satisfaction as he dried off, the scent clinging to his skin. He'd bathed in it the night before just an hour before he'd Apparated home, and going from Remus' earlier reaction, the scent had lingered on his skin.
He made his way into the bedroom, noticing in pleasure that Remus hadn't returned yet, and donned loose pyjama bottoms and a t-shirt before sitting on his bed with parchment and quill – ink on the nightstand – to pen a letter to his superior on the reserve. He rather suspected that if things went as planned, he'd be in need of a larger residence.
Remus wasn't working as such, at least not in a place that required his presence every day. He'd been approached about writing his memoirs, and he could do that anywhere. Aside from which, Charlie knew Remus had fallen in love with the dragons during his stay, and he didn't anticipate Remus saying no to what he had in mind. Just in case he did, Charlie was certain to stress the tentativeness of his request. The door opened just as he sent the owl off and Charlie stood to gather and replace his things.
"Lo Remus," he said as he finished packing away the parchment and ink.
Remus took a moment to answer, assaulted by the scent of Charlie and dragon smoke; body going hard so fast it took his breath away. He had to be imagining the scent of dragon smoke. There were no dragons around for miles. Still, his nose was insistent.
Immediately on hearing the hitch in breathing, Charlie moved over to Remus, placing one hand on his shoulder. "Alright there Remus?" he asked, watching as the other man closed his eyes only to open them after dragging in a deep breath. His pupils were dilated, and Charlie could have crowed in triumph.
"Yes. Yes I'm fine, thanks," Remus said, twitching gently from under Charlie's hand. "A bit tired," he added as he moved to the bed closest to the window, stripping out of robes and shirt as he went. This is nothing different from sharing the man's cottage, Remus told himself. He studiously ignored the voice that pointed out they hadn't actually shared a room as Charlie had given him the bed and had taken the couch. Granted, the way Charlie was dressed was much as he had dressed before, so there was no reason for him to be reacting this way.
Charlie stepped from the room on the pretense of using the loo, splashed a small bit of the cologne on his clothing and then headed back into the room. He didn't want to simply jump Remus, but he would if it seemed like he had no other choice. When he opened the door, Charlie found the room in darkness and navigated his way carefully to his bed. He could hear Remus' breathing quicken, and he smiled to himself in the dark as he slid under light covers, purposefully slowing his breathing until his breaths came deep and even.
Convinced Charlie was asleep, Remus heaved a deep sigh. He was randy and frustrated and the cause was sleeping across the room from him, the scent of him teasing Remus' senses. He'd been avoiding doing this, not wanting to be caught wanking when Charlie came back in the room, but he'd waited so long there was no way he'd make it to the bathroom to take care of his problem without it being noticed by someone, as it seemed everyone else was finally settling in for the night.
Slowly he slid his hand into his pants, fingers curling around the rigid length of his cock. He exhaled softly in pleasure as he stroked slowly once, eyes closing at the feel of it as he drank in the scent of Charlie across the room. He teased himself, loosening his grip, ghosting his finger down the length of his cock, over his balls; secure in the knowledge he wouldn't be disturbed. Charlie was asleep and no one would simply burst into the room unless the house was on fire.
He spread his legs, pushing the covers down past his hips, and teased the sensitive ring of flesh between his cheeks gasping harshly as the image of Charlie touching him that way presented itself to him. His heart was racing, blood pounding so loud in his ears he never realised that across the room, Charlie had shifted on his bed, turning to face him. He murmured Charlie's name as he pushed a finger inside himself, relishing the slight burn and groaning as he closed his fist tighter around himself, strokes speeding.
He was almost there when he realised there was movement in the room and froze, opening his eyes in time to see Charlie stripping out of his clothing right next to Remus seconds before Charlie dropped to his knees on the bed between Remus' spread legs and took the head of his cock into his mouth, pushing Remus' hand away so he could swallow it whole.
"Charlie," Remus choked out, fighting the mad urge to push himself further into Charlie's throat, orgasm approaching faster with every swipe of the wicked tongue now teasing the crown of his prick. "Merlin, Charlie," he moaned after a hard unexpected suck. "What are you doing?"
"If you have to ask I'm clearly doing something wrong," Charlie murmured, licking along the length of Remus' shaft. "Wish I could see better. Your cock feels incredible in my mouth," he said before he sucked once more, taking in half of Remus' length and sliding a hand between Remus' legs to cover Remus' hand, pushing the finger farther inside him. Remus tasted incredible, and Charlie suspected he could easily become addicted to the taste, but he wanted more; wanted to be inside Remus so badly he could almost feel the other man wrapped around him.
Remus gasped, so close now he could feel it gathering at the base of his spine, and he tried to choke out a warning, tried to tell Charlie to pull away only to cry out in completion, body shuddering with the strength of it.
Charlie swallowed greedily, not wanting to miss a drop, licking Remus clean when the spasms stopped, pulling Remus' finger free and sliding his own inside the tight heat, groaning as he imagined being buried inside him. "Remus… Remus please," he begged, nearly sobbing with relief as Remus spread his legs wider. He summoned his wand and performed a quick lubrication charm on his cock and fingers, adding in another and groaning as Remus' body closed around them, preparing him hard and fast and grateful that Remus was already relaxed from his orgasm.
He pushed himself up to his knees and lifted Remus' arse, lining himself up and pushing in smoothly; one long, luxurious glide inside clenching heat. It felt even better than he had imagined, and he whimpered in pleasure, pulling back to slide forward over and over and over again, breath coming is hard pants, orgasm already far too close.
"I can't… I'm sorry… wanted you too long," Charlie gasped out, slamming hard into Remus' body twice more before orgasm rolled through him, shocking him with the intensity of it. He collapsed onto Remus, breathing hard as he pressed sloppy kisses along Remus' neck and shoulders, finally taking his mouth in a lazy kiss.
"God, you don't know how long I've wanted to do that,' Charlie confessed breathlessly when he broke the kiss.
"You have?" Remus asked, not as surprised as he would have been before he'd had the pleasure of having Charlie's cock deep in his arse.
Charlie nodded, then said softly, "For months now. I kept waiting for you to say something, and you never did."
"I didn't know you were interested," Remus replied.
"Oh I'm definitely interested, and in more than just a shag," Charlie chuckled. 'We'll talk about it later after you've fucked me through the mattress."
Remus groaned as his cock twitched painfully, attempting to show its interest far too early. "Molly," he began to protest weakly.
"Already knows I have every intention of being had by you," Charlie interrupted. "She knew the minute I told her we were sharing a room. I'm fairly sure she cast the proper silencing charms herself before either of us ever entered the room. I've wanted this for a while, Remus. My mother has always been able to tell when I was interested in something. I told her I wanted to be with you, not just shag. Why do you think she didn't say anything about the switch in rooms?"
Remus flushed in the darkness, voice a choked whisper as he said, "Molly knows?"
Charlie laughed softly. "I'm a grown man. you have nothing to worry about," he said softly, doubt entering his mind for the first time. "Unless you don't want this…"
"No," Remus said quickly. "I do. I definitely want this, i simply didn't believe I could have it."
Charlie smiled, pulled free from Remus' body and settled down beside him. "You have me for as long as you want me," he promised. "Let's get some sleep. We can talk in the morning."
Remus nodded, too tired and sated to argue. He smiled as he considered the fact he no longer had to hide what the smell of dragon smoke did to him around Charlie. Charlie apparently more than welcomed it, and it looked as though he wouldn't be alone any longer. The mystery of Charlie's smell could wait til morning, because with Charlie lying next to him, he knew he wasn't imagining things. Perhaps the next time he was in Romania he'd have to take care of the Fireball himself. It was the least he could do for the dragon that Charlie smelled of.