In a London House

\"I know you\'ve wat watching me, Professor.\"

Harry\'s voice poured over Remus\' naked skin like liquid silk, soft and delicate. Remus shivered, and as he glanced down at his naked flesh – his hard, naked flesh – he vaguely wondered why he was naked, and why Harry was naked and crawling towards him on his hands and knees.

\"I know you like watching me, Professor.\" Harry\'s spine curved, the dim light of countless candles flickering over his pale skin, shadows dancing over the soft mounds of Harry\'s arse.

Remus\' breath caught in his throat, and he tried to move, but found himself pinned to the spot by Harry\'s green gaze and tantalizing voice.

\"I know you like touching yourself while you watch me, Professor.\" Harry moaned, and Remus felt Harry\'s moist breath ghost over his skin. Then Harry brushed his fingertips across Remus\' thighs as he raised himself up to his knees.

\"I know you want me, Professor,\" Harry breathed, staring up with wide, unblinking eyes. When Remus didn\'t respond, Harry pushed his bottom lip out in a pout. \"Don\'t you want me, Professor?\"

\"Yes...No!\" Remus found himself distracted by the touch of Harry\'s fingers, tracing hot patterns up his thighs, traveling dangerously close to his tense sac and throbbing cock.

\"Don\'t lie, Professor,\" Harry whispered, lips curving into a seductive smile, white teeth glittering in the soft light.

Remus sucked in a sharp breath when Harry pressed his lips to Remus\' thigh, his agile tongue searing Remus\' skin as Harry licked his way up and up and –

\"Harry, please stop,\" Remus croaked.

-- that beautiful, perfect mouth kissed his sac, licking the underside before sucking at the taut skin.

\"Do you really want me to stop, Professor?\" Harry\'s voice radiated bewitching innocence, and Remus wanted to tell him \'Yes, please stop, we mustn\'t\' but Harry\'s breath was warm, so warm on his cock, and Remus was unable to form any words, could only watch silently as Harry\'s lips curled around the purpled head of his prick.

\"Harry,\" he was finally able to gasp. \"Harry, please –\" Remus\' voice cut off when his aching cock was engulfed by a mouth that was too pure, too expert, too forbidden.

Deft fingers brushed across his sac while hot lips sucked and a moist tongue circled, and Remus was lost, completely lost in Harry\'s green eyes and clever touches. He tried to raise his hands, to push Harry away or perhaps to guide him up and down his cock, but he couldn\'t move an inch of his body, could only watch Harry and feel Harry and be lost in Harry and –

\"So close, Harry,\" Remus moaned.

-- let his climax thunder through him, erupt from his pulsing cock into Harry\'s eager mouth, wrecking his objections and exhausting his helpless body.

Remus gasped for breath as he sat up in his bed, his skin shivering and his pajama trousers sticky and warm with his release.

This was getting ridiculous. One week after he\'d seen Harry touch himself, and every night since Remus had woken up from feverish dreams to find he had come all over himself like some hormonal teenager.

Letting himself fall back to his bed, Remus stared up at the ceiling, feeling lost and dirty and confused. He didn\'t want to be lusting after a barely sixteen-year-old boy, for Merlin\'s sake. But while he was able not to think about Harry too much during the day, Harry was always there in his dreams, seductive and merciless.

This had to stop. And Remus knew what he had to do.

He had to talk to Sirius.