In a London House

All Remus could do was blink mutedly at Harry, meanwhile wondering if perhaps he was having a bad influence on the boy.

\"Or don\'t you like that?\" Harry asked softly, giving Remus a searching look. \"You did seem to like it when I...you know...with my finger.\"

\"Harry,\" Remus said, putting a hand on Harry\'suldeulder and squeezing it. \"I do enjoy bottoming. That\'s not the issue.\"

\"Then what is?\" Harry suddenly looked very much like a child being scolded by a parent, and Remus shifted closer, trying to offer some silent comfort. \"Is it because I\'ve never done it before? Do you think I won\'t be good at it?\"

Remus silenced him with a kiss and when he pulled back Harry looked at him questioningly.

\"I think you\'d do fine. It\'s just been a bit much, Harry. A lot has happened –\"

\"You don\'t want to do more with me?\"

\"That\'s not what I was about to say. A lot has happened in a short period of time and I think it would be best if we take a short break, so we can gather our strength and our wits. I told you I was an old man, Harry. I don\'t have your teenage resilience anymore.\"

\"Ah. Okay. So later then?\" Both Harry\'s voice and his eyes were filled with insecure hope, and Remus gave him a nod.

\"Anyone home? Remus? Harry?\" Arthur Weasley\'s voice rang through the hallway and up the stairs.

Remus jumped off the bed, his blood pounding in his ears and he grabbed his robes. As he put them on – inside out, he noted but he had no time to care about it – Remus listened intently, but he didn\'t hear any footsteps on the stairs.

From the corner of his eye he saw Harry sitting on the edge of his bed. The boy looked defeated. Remus turned to him.

\"Later. We\'ll talk and we\'ll do more...of this. I promise. All right?\"

Harry gave him a slow smile. \"Yeah.\"

\"Good. Now I\'ll just...I don\'t think it would be a good idea to let everyone know...we\'re doing these things, Harry. So I\'ll just go and talk to Arthur.\"

\"Okay. Later then.\" Harry shrugged as only teenagers can, as if he couldn\'t care less what Remus did. As if he hadn\'t just looked like he lost the Quidditch Cup, Remus thought, amused.

Remus walked out the room and stopped at the top of the stairs. \"Arthur? I just woke up, so I\'m going to take a shower.\"

A mop of red hair appeared at the bottom of the stairs and Arthur smiled up at him. \"Of course. I\'ll just grab a cuppa in the kitchen.\"

\"Perfect,\" Remus said, hoping his voice didn\'t sound too relieved. \"I\'ll be down shortly. I don\'t think Harry\'s awake yet.\"

With a nod Arthur turned and left, and Remus let out a silent sigh. So far, so good. He wasn\'t ready yet to defend whatever he and Harry had to the rest of the Order. If he and Harry even had anything, that was. Besides a lot of good sex.

Deep in thought, Remus made his way to the bathroom and was surprised, pleasantly or unpleasantly, he couldn\'t quite decide yet, to find Harry there, naked and in the shower.

\"I\'ll come back later,\" Remus said, turning his back to Harry politely.

\"No! It\'s okay. You can join me if you want.\"

Glancing over his shoulder, Remus looked at Harry, and didn\'t even try not to notice the stretches of dripping-wet skin. And for Merlin\'s sake, the boy was touching himself. Water cascading down his body, glistening in the soft light, Harry was playing with his half-hard cock, just stroking and squeezing it, obviously enjoying the feeling.

Harry\'s other hand crept down and cupped his sac, tugging on it gently and rolling it between his fingers. Remus felt his own prick stir to life under his robes and he knew he wouldn\'t be able to leave with Harry looking like that.

\"I\'ll stay,\" he whispered, shutting the door, and this time locking it. The last thing he wanted was for Arthur to barge in, asking where he could find the sugar and catching Remus debauching a boy half his age.

Shrugging off his robes and letting them fall to the floor, Remus slipped under the shower and found himself with an armful of eager, naked Harry. Pressing against him, the warm water making them both deliciously slippery, Harry pulled Remus\' head down for a kiss.

Harry\'s lips were swollen and wet and tasted even better than they had done the day before. Remus devoured Harry\'s mouth, no longer caring about any of his previous worries, but only feeling and tasting.

He could not resist anything about Harry and he knew it.

Remus pushed Harry back against the damp wall, earning a groan when he pressed his body against Harry\'s, their cocks sliding against wet skin. Sucking Harry\'s tongue into his mouth, Remus reached between their bodies and wrapped his fingers around both their pricks, squeezing them together.

\"Fuck,\" Harry gasped against Remus\' mouth. Remus nibbled on Harry\'s bottom lip, thrusting into his fist and against Harry\'s cock.

Remus knew he was hopelessly lost in everything Harry offered him and he stopped pretending he had any control in this. Instead, he just thrust against Harry, kissed and licked at Harry\'s mouth and skin, bit down gently on the side of Harry\'s throat, and felt Harry quivering beneath him, silently pleading him not to stop, to go harder and faster and more, more, more.

With a sharp groan, Harry burst into orgasm against him, hot semen lost under the warm water. Remus was close, so close, and he pushed his tongue inside Harry\'s mouth as he released their pricks and just fucked Harry\'s slick skin, thrusting against him brutally.

His climax hit him hard and fast and he bit down on Harry\'s bottom lip, his body trembling and his knees bucking. Riding his orgasm out, rocking his hips against Harry lazily, Remus released Harry\'s mouth and looked at Harry, searching for any signs if he\'d perhaps went too far.

\"Brilliant,\" Harry sighed, leaning his face against Remus\' shoulder.

\"Yeah,\" Remus agreed, relieved he hadn\'t hurt Harry in his moment of egotistical pleasure. \"Let\'s get cleaned up.\"

He reached for the bottle of shampoo and washed Harry\'s hair, something which Harry seemed to enjoy immensely. Harry then washed Remus\' body while Remus soaped up his own hair. It all felt comfortable, Remus concluded. Very comfortable and he realized he might not mind feeling a lot more of this. Not just Harry\'s body but small acts of intimacy such as washing each other.

When they were both all clean and slightly wrinkled, Remus turned the water off and draped a large towel over Harry\'s shoulders. Harry gave him a grateful smile and Remus realized he loved seeing Harry smile at him like that.

Drying himself off, Remus leaned in and gave Harry a soft kiss. \"Tonight. If you want to, you can fuck me tonight.\"

The smile Harry gave him in return was the most beautiful thing Remus had seen in a long time.