In a London House

Remus hadn\'t meant to look. He\'d meant to check up on Buckbeak, but when he passed the half-open door to the bathroom and was met by curious sounds, he couldn\'t resist taking a quick peek inside.

And now he couldn\'t look away.

Harry stood naked, still damp from his shower, and was watching himself in the full-length mirror. He was still a bit too scrawny for his age, but he\'d grown some since the start of the summer holidays, and he looked more like a man than a boy.

Holding his breath, Remus drew back in the shadows near the door and let his gaze wander across Harry\'s naked form. He knew he shouldn\'t, but he was unable to resist the temptation of watching all that young, perfect skin. Harry was studying his own reflection and as he lowered his gaze, Remus did the same, to see that Harry was doing more than just looking at himself.

Harry was pleasuring himself, his slim fingers wrapped around his glistening prick, his other hand cupping his sac, his legs spread just a bit.

Taking a step back, Remus forced himself to look away. Catching a glimpse of someone\'s naked body was one thing, but watching a boy, a child, masturbating was an entirely different thing, and not something Remus felt at all comfortable with.

A small moan drifting from the bathroom made Remus look up unwillingly, and he saw that Harry had closed his eyes and had begun stroking himself in earnest, his hand moving across his cock hard and urgent. It was a mesmerizing sight, to see a young man so wrapped up in himself, in the pleasure he found with himself, and Remus was once again unable to look away, frozen on the spot by the sight of Harry\'s prick leaking clear drops and the sound of harsh breathing and restrained moans.

Worse yet, Remus felt himself hardening in his trousers, his heart hammering in his chest. He closed his mouth, pursing his lips to prevent anyone from hearing his ragged breaths.

Eyelids fluttering, nose wrinkled and lips parted, Harry rolled his sac against his palm and stroked the head of his cock with his thumb before pumping his fist up and down. Remus\' own prick pulsed for attention, the need to touch himself spreading from his groin across the rest of his body until his hand gave in and rubbed against the bulge in his trousers. e wae was not going to get himself off watching Harry wank, he told himself sternly, but his hand, his entire body had different plans. Remus pressed himself against the wall, drinking in the perfect sight Harry made while he kneaded his cock, his hips rocking back and forth against the palm of his hand.

By the way Harry\'s thighs quivered Remus could see that Harry was close, and Remus rubbed his own cock harder, knowing that once Harry came the spell would be broken, and his body ached for completion. He felt his sac tense, heat spreading and rising as he watched Harry\'s fist fly across that young, throbbing flesh.

\"Remus,\" Harry groaned, and spurted his milky release over his fist and onto the mirror.

Before Remus\' mind could register what Harry had said, his climax burst out of him, and he came in his trousers with a muffled groan. But as his satiated body slumped against the wall, his legs trembling under his own weight, he realized which name Harry had moaned during his moment of orgasm.

Remus fled.