A Civil Union
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Lucius
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Adult ++
Chapters:
19
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47,035
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72
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chapter 11
Title:A Civil Union, chapter 11
Author: ne'ichan
Email Address: neichan22@gmail.com
Rating:R
Pairing:harryxlucius
Warnings: Talking and thinking. Enough to scare us all. m/m
Summary: Unbidden thoughts.
Disclaimer: Not mine, none of the characters you've come to know and love. Just the OC's, I do claim them. The rest belong to JK Rowling. Lucky lady.
Previous Chapters: found on the site harryxlucius@yahoogroups.com in the messages section.
Benjamin, Merlin bless him, rescued us just as the tiny female was about to pair us off for some, "...hands on experimentation, it'll be fun!". He leaped to his feet, apologizing profusely. Where had the time gone? Ranting on and on about unavoidable appointments, previous obligations. He gathered the unused, unfondled and unlicked dildos from each of our limp hands as we sat immobile, unable to react.
Benjamin swept little Miriam ahead of him as he chattered, never letting her get in a word edgewise. I had to commend him on that bit of wisdom, rallying all the way to the front door and out onto the stoop. I heard the door close firmly with greater relief than I'd felt in years over anything. The remaining three of us stayed seated, not trusting our legs to support us. Stunned. Trying to find our way back to some sort of reality.
Benjamin reappeared in the doorway. He held a tray, with four glasses and a full bottle of our most expensive scotch. He served us all around. In silence. I took the glass with the air of a man reaching for a life preserver on a sinking ship. We all sat there, drinking with every ounce of concentration we had left. It took two tumblers before I felt like the shock was beginning to recede.
"Well." Roberts said as he started his third drink. We all looked at him with grave distrust and maximum censure. Surely, he knew it was too soon to say anything. He subsided into silence again. And we all returned to serious drinking.
Time passed, and suddenly Harry let out a huge sigh. I don't know why, but his sigh released something, and it was all right to talk. Or at least to listen to him talking.
"I have never experienced anything like that in my life. Extraordinary!" He said. "She was a whirlwind, all that energy. And without an ounce of embarrassment."
"I am sure the rest of us more than made up for her lack of embarrassment." Roberts answered, his voice most dry. He sat limply on his corner of the couch, face without a decipherable expression, drink dangling from one big hand.
"Oh?" Potter zeroed in on him. "Were you embarrassed? I found it fascinating. How interesting that she is considered the expert on male fellatio. That she was obviously a practiced teacher. I got the feeling she knew exactly what she was talking about. And what she did to that...prop of hers."
Potter had to stop and clear his throat. Three other throats cleared at the same instant. His face was just the tiniest bit moist. We were all seeing her mouth again, her slippery pink tongue....doing crazy, impossible things to her...dildo, while the rest of us had sat, our own dildos clutched in helpless, nerve dead fingers.
I got up abruptly, lurching to my feet, staggering over to the tray and the half empty bottle of blessed salvation, to pour myself another generous measure. I lifted a brow and the bottle enquiringly. Both Benjamin's and Roberts' hands shot out holding near empty tumblers. I filled them. Potter shook his head.
"We are going to have to deal with this at sometime. Unless you are planning on a sexless marriage." Potter ventured, pinning me with a look. "I suppose that is one option. I had just assumed...Hmmm."
"Urk." I said at first. Then I managed to get control of my tongue. "Perhaps a more private venue would work better? For this kind of discussion?" I hazarded.
"Oh. Well I just assumed since Benjie said I couldn't touch you without one of them being there, that it would extend to sex as well. Doesn't it?" Potter said, the question plain, and one I didn't particularly want to think about, let alone answer. I had been celibate for years, not in small measure due to the caveat in the court order, that said clearly, I had to have one of my aurors in bed with me, touching me if I did have sex. I hadn't wanted sex badly enough to brave that particular requirement.
I pictured Roberts, or Benjamin, had Potter truly called him Benjie?, tucked up behind me, while I attempted to fondle, kiss, or...lick Potter. Or one of them hiding under the bed, my ankle held in a firm grasp, trying to give us some semblance of privacy. It was...humiliating. I knew I'd never have an erection again. Never. Frighteningly, I think Potter, on the other hand, would not have any trouble.
I pictured him, nude, excited. Laying in my bed, my husband, mine. His skin, a little darker than my own, but not by much, cheeks pinker, shining in the rays of moonlight. Laying there with a look of desire in those phenomenal green eyes. Eyes darkened by need, by lust, his breath coming faster, as he looked at me naked for the first time. My mouth was dry.
My aroused penis would be larger than his, why? Because it would be unacceptable if I, the larger and older man, did not have a bigger penis. It was just the way things worked in the universe. And Potter, Harry, would be fascinated with it. He would want to touch it, me, his hands sliding over my sensitive skin. He would want to more than touch me. We would kiss. He would swoon in my arms.
Then he would give me a sultry, sexy, breath stealing look and slide down my body. Taking my cock into his mouth, letting me enter him, go between those beautiful, full, wet lips, parted for me, wanting me to thrust my heat into his waiting mouth. I watched my cock disappear into his mouth. He would lick me, suck me, moaning.
Moaning. Me. I had just moaned out loud. In front of Potter, and my Companions. In the middle of the day, in full daylight, in the salon. And I had an impossible-to-miss full-fledged erection.
I jerked back to myself, face flaming, crossing my legs hastily. I allowed my gaze to flick to my two aurors. They were watching me with wide-eyes, Benjamin's mouth hanging open, sweat beaded on his upper lip, Roberts gone bright pink, as I was sure my own face was. Potter on the other hand, was taking panting little breaths while he watched me, leaning forward in his chair. I saw the shudder move through him, rippling over his skin. I saw into his open mouth through his damp, self-nibbled lips. I saw the color staining his spare cheeks. He was stunningly, heartrendingly, absolutely beautiful.
And I was fantasizing about mutual masturbation, frottage, fellatio, orgasm. I realized I was thinking about doing all of those kind of things with and to one Harry James Potter. And that every one in the room knew it.
ne'ichan
Author: ne'ichan
Email Address: neichan22@gmail.com
Rating:R
Pairing:harryxlucius
Warnings: Talking and thinking. Enough to scare us all. m/m
Summary: Unbidden thoughts.
Disclaimer: Not mine, none of the characters you've come to know and love. Just the OC's, I do claim them. The rest belong to JK Rowling. Lucky lady.
Previous Chapters: found on the site harryxlucius@yahoogroups.com in the messages section.
Benjamin, Merlin bless him, rescued us just as the tiny female was about to pair us off for some, "...hands on experimentation, it'll be fun!". He leaped to his feet, apologizing profusely. Where had the time gone? Ranting on and on about unavoidable appointments, previous obligations. He gathered the unused, unfondled and unlicked dildos from each of our limp hands as we sat immobile, unable to react.
Benjamin swept little Miriam ahead of him as he chattered, never letting her get in a word edgewise. I had to commend him on that bit of wisdom, rallying all the way to the front door and out onto the stoop. I heard the door close firmly with greater relief than I'd felt in years over anything. The remaining three of us stayed seated, not trusting our legs to support us. Stunned. Trying to find our way back to some sort of reality.
Benjamin reappeared in the doorway. He held a tray, with four glasses and a full bottle of our most expensive scotch. He served us all around. In silence. I took the glass with the air of a man reaching for a life preserver on a sinking ship. We all sat there, drinking with every ounce of concentration we had left. It took two tumblers before I felt like the shock was beginning to recede.
"Well." Roberts said as he started his third drink. We all looked at him with grave distrust and maximum censure. Surely, he knew it was too soon to say anything. He subsided into silence again. And we all returned to serious drinking.
Time passed, and suddenly Harry let out a huge sigh. I don't know why, but his sigh released something, and it was all right to talk. Or at least to listen to him talking.
"I have never experienced anything like that in my life. Extraordinary!" He said. "She was a whirlwind, all that energy. And without an ounce of embarrassment."
"I am sure the rest of us more than made up for her lack of embarrassment." Roberts answered, his voice most dry. He sat limply on his corner of the couch, face without a decipherable expression, drink dangling from one big hand.
"Oh?" Potter zeroed in on him. "Were you embarrassed? I found it fascinating. How interesting that she is considered the expert on male fellatio. That she was obviously a practiced teacher. I got the feeling she knew exactly what she was talking about. And what she did to that...prop of hers."
Potter had to stop and clear his throat. Three other throats cleared at the same instant. His face was just the tiniest bit moist. We were all seeing her mouth again, her slippery pink tongue....doing crazy, impossible things to her...dildo, while the rest of us had sat, our own dildos clutched in helpless, nerve dead fingers.
I got up abruptly, lurching to my feet, staggering over to the tray and the half empty bottle of blessed salvation, to pour myself another generous measure. I lifted a brow and the bottle enquiringly. Both Benjamin's and Roberts' hands shot out holding near empty tumblers. I filled them. Potter shook his head.
"We are going to have to deal with this at sometime. Unless you are planning on a sexless marriage." Potter ventured, pinning me with a look. "I suppose that is one option. I had just assumed...Hmmm."
"Urk." I said at first. Then I managed to get control of my tongue. "Perhaps a more private venue would work better? For this kind of discussion?" I hazarded.
"Oh. Well I just assumed since Benjie said I couldn't touch you without one of them being there, that it would extend to sex as well. Doesn't it?" Potter said, the question plain, and one I didn't particularly want to think about, let alone answer. I had been celibate for years, not in small measure due to the caveat in the court order, that said clearly, I had to have one of my aurors in bed with me, touching me if I did have sex. I hadn't wanted sex badly enough to brave that particular requirement.
I pictured Roberts, or Benjamin, had Potter truly called him Benjie?, tucked up behind me, while I attempted to fondle, kiss, or...lick Potter. Or one of them hiding under the bed, my ankle held in a firm grasp, trying to give us some semblance of privacy. It was...humiliating. I knew I'd never have an erection again. Never. Frighteningly, I think Potter, on the other hand, would not have any trouble.
I pictured him, nude, excited. Laying in my bed, my husband, mine. His skin, a little darker than my own, but not by much, cheeks pinker, shining in the rays of moonlight. Laying there with a look of desire in those phenomenal green eyes. Eyes darkened by need, by lust, his breath coming faster, as he looked at me naked for the first time. My mouth was dry.
My aroused penis would be larger than his, why? Because it would be unacceptable if I, the larger and older man, did not have a bigger penis. It was just the way things worked in the universe. And Potter, Harry, would be fascinated with it. He would want to touch it, me, his hands sliding over my sensitive skin. He would want to more than touch me. We would kiss. He would swoon in my arms.
Then he would give me a sultry, sexy, breath stealing look and slide down my body. Taking my cock into his mouth, letting me enter him, go between those beautiful, full, wet lips, parted for me, wanting me to thrust my heat into his waiting mouth. I watched my cock disappear into his mouth. He would lick me, suck me, moaning.
Moaning. Me. I had just moaned out loud. In front of Potter, and my Companions. In the middle of the day, in full daylight, in the salon. And I had an impossible-to-miss full-fledged erection.
I jerked back to myself, face flaming, crossing my legs hastily. I allowed my gaze to flick to my two aurors. They were watching me with wide-eyes, Benjamin's mouth hanging open, sweat beaded on his upper lip, Roberts gone bright pink, as I was sure my own face was. Potter on the other hand, was taking panting little breaths while he watched me, leaning forward in his chair. I saw the shudder move through him, rippling over his skin. I saw into his open mouth through his damp, self-nibbled lips. I saw the color staining his spare cheeks. He was stunningly, heartrendingly, absolutely beautiful.
And I was fantasizing about mutual masturbation, frottage, fellatio, orgasm. I realized I was thinking about doing all of those kind of things with and to one Harry James Potter. And that every one in the room knew it.
ne'ichan