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A father's all consuming love	By : IcyBlueEyes Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/James Views: 74658 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 7
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. All hail JK Rowling!

Chapter List
- 1-Nighttime feeding
- 1
James startled awake, his heart pounding. The bedroom was nearly pitch black and it was clearly still the middle of the night. He turned his head towards the crib next to the bed and listened closely. It was so quiet – was Harry still breathing?
Ever since he brought his new-born son home from St. Mungo’s four weeks ago, he had regularly woken up to check on his baby boy. No matter how sleep deprived he was, there was some paternal instinct that needed to be satisfied that his son safe and well.
He got out of bed slowly, mindful of any noise that might wake the little terror that would wake up screaming with hunger every few hours and leaned over the little boy. He wondered if his heart would ever get used to the overwhelming love he had for baby Harry.
He breathed a quiet sigh of relief as he saw the gentle rise and fall of his chest as his son slept peacefully. Baby books and well-meaning patronizing mothers be damned, he reached out to caress the warm little body snugly covered in a onesie with tiny jungle animals printed all over it. The need to love and reassure himself of his son’s well-being too strong to ignore, even at the risk of waking him up.
He had always thought he understood what people meant when they spoke of their love for their children and had been more than a little annoyed at the knowing looks in their eye when they said; “You’ll know when it’s your own child”. It was even worse when they said; “You can’t understand; you don’t have children”. Well he certainly understood now!
He had felt something shift and settle in his body as the mediwitch handed him his son for the first time in the hospital. And the feeling of his heart swelling in his chest and almost aching for the love he had for this tiny little baby had not gone away since. It had kept him steady and strong through the unexpected and so terribly unfair death of his wife through unforeseen complications with the birth. And it had kept him patient through late nights and early mornings with a hungry baby that had yet to master the skill of communication and self-regulation.
Harry had shown no sign of waking up at the touch of his father, but as James contemplated the life altering nature of fatherhood, he noticed that Harry was starting to squirm. Looking over at the clock on the bedside table, he saw that it was almost feeding time. As the little boy opened his eyes, James picked him up gently and held him close to his warm chest before heading down to the kitchen to warm up a bottle of formula.
Their night-time routine was well enough established by now that Harry was happy to wait for his bottle in his father’s arms without crying. In the dark kitchen, only illuminated by the soft glow of his gentle heating, James looked at the box of formula with bitterness.
He and Lily had tried to have a baby for so long and were ecstatic when it finally happened. She had been looking forward to being a mother and had loved their son fiercely almost as soon as she knew he was growing in her belly.
During one of their many conversations about what life would be like after they became parents, she had told him of how much she was looking forward to breastfeeding. At his raised brow she turned bright red and started stammering that she hadn’t meant it like that.
“No? I know how sensitive those tits are. And I know exactly how much you like it when I play with them,” he had teased her while reaching over to give them a teasing squeeze.
As they grew even bigger during her pregnancy, they had both had a lot of fun with those tits and he would never forget the first time he made her cum just from playing with them.
“It’s not about how it’s going to feel. I kind of think it’s going to hurt a little bit. It’s not like he’ll know to be careful. It’s just the thought of being that close to him and nurturing him – making him feel safe and warm and loved. And just being able to feed him.”
James had felt the need to shift discreetly at that. The two of them had never been shy about their sexuality, but he wasn’t sure his wife would be so understanding if she saw his growing erection indicating just how much that idea appealed to him. Quite frankly he was jealous of her and the way she would be able to connect with their son in a way he never could. Regardless of how much he was looking forward to watching his son suckle those gorgeous tits, he wanted to be able to nurture his son in the same way.
The sudden darkness that followed the completion of the heating startled him out of his bitter remembrances. Lily had never gotten to experience her son latching onto her and suckling the way she had dreamed of. He had never gotten to watch her feed their son. And Harry had never fed from his parent no matter how much he tried to latch on to various parts of his father’s skin. His chin seemed to be a particular favourite, though the pad of a finger would do in a pinch.
James went back upstairs to feed Harry his bottle in bed. Leaning against the headboard and settling his little boy comfortably in his arms, he gazed down on him while caressing the silky hair over his tiny ear with a gentle thumb.
For the past week, he had had trouble getting the idea of nursing his baby out of his head and he had been sporting a semi hardon for most of that time it seemed. No one would know and Harry would certainly not come to any harm from it.
By the time the bottle was empty, James’ mind was made up and his cock was hard and weeping precum. He was throbbing with excitement as he put Harry up against his shoulder to burp him. Standing up, he pulled his boxers down with one hand while carefully cradling his precious cargo against his warm torso before laying back down on the bed.
In the dim light from the reading lamp on his nightstand, he settled his baby on a pillow next to him on the bed and turned on his side so the head of his cock was within reach of the baby’s tiny mouth. Harry was no longer hungry, but his instincts to suck on the warm skin of his daddy – the closest thing he had to a mommy – might still be enough for him to latch on.
And sure enough; as soon as James carefully smeared his precum across his son’s soft lips, he could feel that tiny tongue darting out to taste before the lips latched on to his weeping piss slit.
The gentle sucking on the head of his cock sent a shock through James’ body, enough to make him tingle all over. Feeling his son swallow down his sweet precum was almost enough to make him light-headed and he reached the hand that was not already holding Harry steady down to stroke his head lovingly.
He briefly worried that he would cum hard enough to choke Harry, but he figured he’d just pull out and cum on the bed if he had to. It would be a damn shame as he badly wanted to feed his son his cum, but with a bit of practice he could probably pace himself better in the future.
It turned out he worried for nothing. Pretty soon his nursing son had him panting with need and sweating all over as his cock leaked cum in a steady stream and his son eagerly swallowed down his daddy’s thick cream. He even seemed to be sucking a little harder than before. James moaned and started thrusting ever so slightly against that hot little mouth that was so greedy for his cum.
Five minutes later his balls were nearly empty, and he allowed himself to reach down and jerk his cock gently against his son’s open mouth. It didn’t take long for the orgasm to rush over his body and for his balls to empty completely into his baby boy.
Lifting him up on his chest, he held Harry closely for a few minutes as his breathing slowed and his heart stopped pounding so furiously. Looking down he saw some cum had dribbled down his son’s chin and he scooped it up with his finger and offered it to the greedy little mouth that sucked it up instantly.
Moments later Harry was sound asleep, nestled carefully against his daddy’s broad chest. A few minutes later his daddy joined him, sated for the first time since Lily died.

“What the hell is this?” James asked his mother furiously.
It was Harry’s birthday in a few days, and James had left him with his parents for a few hours so he could get the birthday party organized. When he came back to pick him up, he found his son crying hysterically in the portable crib with an abandoned pacifier by his side.
Cradling his now quiet son with one arm and holding up the pacifier accusingly in the other, he glared at his mother. To an outsider it might look like a bit of an overreaction, but the woman was thoroughly convinced that she knew best, and that Harry could only have a happy childhood through her interference. James had had enough.
“What do you mean? It’s a pacifier,” she answered, looking at him like it was the dumbest question imaginable.
“You know he doesn’t use one!”
“It’s perfectly normal for a toddler to have a pacifier. It keeps them calm and lets them sleep more easily,” she said in that patronizing tone that only his mother could perfect to such an extent.
“Harry is my son and you don’t get to decide that he should have a pacifier. He doesn’t use one and he doesn’t need one. Could you even get him to keep it in his mouth?” James asked, knowing perfectly well the answer to that question; if it wasn’t a bottle or attached to his daddy, Harry wanted nothing to do with it.
“No, but that’s only because he’s not used to it. The poor boy doesn’t even know what he’s missing. If his mother had lived, he would have his needs met in a different way. He would be more norm…”
“That’s enough!” James cut her off, positively fuming. “There is nothing wrong with Harry! He is happy and thriving and you don’t get to judge the way I raise him. I am doing the best I can and if this is the kind of support you have to offer, then I am– we are better off without it.”
James left his mother speechless at the fireplace, only stopping to pick up Harry’s favourite teddy on the way.
He was still seething with anger by the time they got home, and Harry squirmed in his arms, obviously not fooled by his daddy’s attempts to pretend everything was fine.
“It’s okay, baby,” he said soothingly. “You want a snack? Daddy’s going to feed you, don’t worry.”
Harry was still a little young to understand the question but calmed a little as he was carried upstairs to bed. Stripping them both so they could be skin to skin, James felt an urgent need to reconnect with his baby and reassure him that he was loved and cared for.
As always when he prepared to feed his son, his cock was rock hard and weeping the minute he took his pants off. Now that Harry had grown a little, he lay next to his daddy in bed where James could run his hands over his skin as Harry sucked his daddy’s cock.
His daddy’s thick cream was Harry’s favourite treat and being allowed to suck on that silky head meant that no pacifier would ever be good enough for him.
“There you go, baby. Suck on Daddy’s cock. Daddy loves you so much,” he whispered as he felt his balls start to leak cum into his son’s hot little mouth. His emotions still running wild, he couldn’t help but thrust gently into his mouth. He could hardly believe it when he saw that Harry could fit the first inch of his cock head into his mouth.
The feeling of those soft lips slipping over his skin and that tongue slipping into his piss slit to lick up his cum as quickly as possible was enough to make him lose control. Before he knew it, he was cumming uncontrollably into that cock-sucking little mouth. He was too far gone with pleasure to worry about it too much and by the time he could think, Harry had already gobbled up the majority of his daddy’s hot cum and swallowed it down like the treat it was.
“Fuck baby, you’re such a good boy!” James groaned, while running his hands all over that silky little body.
Turning Harry around to face him he saw that some of his cum had spilled on his face. Before he could stop to think about it, he leaned down and licked the still hot cum off his son’s face before slipping his tongue into his mouth to suck clean.
“Mmmm… That’s a good boy, baby,” he moaned. “You’re going to stay right here with daddy. You don’t have to go back to Granny anymore. I’ll take care of you right here, baby.”

By the time Harry turned three years old, he had long since moved into his own room right down the hall from his daddy’s bedroom. Most mornings James would wake up to the sound of the baby monitor he still couldn’t bring himself to get rid of.
Other times, when he had been working overtime in the study downstairs the night before, he would wake up to his son calling to him from the open door.
“Daddy?” Harry almost whispered to the large bulge under the covers.
This time, there was no reaction and Harry walked over to the bed to see if Daddy was awake yet. His eyes were still closed, and he was snoring lightly as he lay on his back in the middle of the big bed.
Hungry for a morning snack, Harry eyed the prominent bulge caused by his daddy’s morning wood. Feeling a little daring, he lifted to covers and crawled in to settle at his hips. Slowly pulling the covers aside, he unveiled that big cock that he loved to suckle.
He settled in between his daddy’s legs before taking the head of his cock and then some in his mouth. He started sucking gently, hoping for a taste of his daddy’s sweet precum. He was pleased when he felt a trickle of hot liquid pouring into his mouth almost instantly, though the taste soon surprised him enough that he almost pulled away. Only James’ hand settling on his head kept him from rearing back.
“Oh baby, that feels amazing,” James said groggily before he realized that he was in fact pissing in his son’s mouth. Once he was awake enough to notice the slight easing of pressure on his bladder and the steady swallowing around his cock, his eyes flew open in shock and the squeezed shut again at the rush of excitement that came with it.
His cock instantly became so hard that the stream of piss that flowed from his cock turned to a manageable trickle that Harry could easily drink without spilling. He gently fed more of his cock into his son’s mouth by putting slight pressure on the back of his head.
“You’re such a good boy, baby. You make Daddy feel so good. You like that? You like drinking from Daddy’s cock?”
Harry moaned happily around the thick cock in his mouth and drank greedily until the trickle eventually stopped. Now that his bladder was empty, James’ cock soon supplied that sweet precum Harry had come looking for.
“Oh god. Suck that cock, Harry. Daddy loves it when you suck it! Let Daddy feed you, baby!” he cried as he turned his son around, careful not to dislodge that hot mouth from his needy cock.
He pulled Harry’s pyjamas and undies down and off before settling him on his broad chest with his legs on either side of his face. Carefully lifting his hips to avoid distracting him from sucking his daddy’s cock, he spread those silky ass cheeks to gaze at his son’s tiny little asshole.
Gently thrusting and fucking his son’s mouth, he leaned in to lick that hot little hole. Harry moaned in pleasurable surprise and sucked harder at his daddy’s weeping cock. Cum was leaking out of his piss slit at a steady pace as he nudged Harry’s asshole open with the tip of his tongue to lovingly fuck him with it. The three-year-old started squirming and James had to grab his hips to keep him from sliding off his chest.
Once the little hole was good and wet, he slid his thick index finger into Harry’s ass. Feeling his son’s sphincter clench around him, he couldn’t hold it in any longer and emptied his balls down his throat enjoying the sensation of Harry's mouth working frantically to swallow the flow of hot, creamy cum.
As the last of his cum hit Harry’s belly, James figured he could safely start to fingerfuck that little virgin asshole without risking the little boy becoming too distracted to suck him off and started to thrust his finger in and out of the spasming little asshole.
“Oh Daddy!” Harry moaned.
“Does that feel good, baby? You like that?” he asked.
“Yes!”
“You want me to keep going?”
“Yes, Daddy!” The little boy was gasping with pleasure now.
Sliding a little further down the bed, he enveloped his son’s cock and balls in his mouth and sucked gently as he continued to slide his finger in and out of that tight, slick boy pussy.
“Ooooooh!” Harry squealed.
“That’s it, baby. Come for Daddy!” James thought to himself as he tongued his perineum and applied suction to his groin. It didn’t take long for Harry to do just that and he shuddered as he experienced his very first orgasm at the hands and mouth of his loving father.
He turned around and collapsed onto James’ chest and panted from excitement.
“That was amazing, Daddy. Can we do it again?” he asked
“Of course, we can. Anything for you, Harry,” James replied happily.
“I love you,” Harry mumbled against his father’s warm skin as he snuggled in to fall asleep in his arms.
“I love you too, son,” James whispered before brushing a kiss lovingly against his forehead.
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