Fatherly Feelings

A/N: Backstory ran away with the plot. Sorry, no Weasleycest as yet.



Three

The next two years and a half seemed to pass in a whirlwind of revisions for OWLs and later NEWTs, Prefect meetings and Quidditch games (Bryce had been made Chaser on the Gryffindor team), and Molly Prewett’s secret kisses and knowing smiles. But he always found time for his regular Prefect duties.

He took good care of the young ones of his House and remained to be the favourite Prefect of all younger students; there had even, to his and the other boy’s surprise, been one Slytherin asking him for help.

As time passed, the other Prefects more and more left the first- and second-years entirely to him. Arthur wouldn’t have minded if Lucinda Warwick, the female prefect in his year, had taken care of the girls. He felt he never was as good with the girls as he was with the boys. But the girls all liked him and were little trouble, and he was happy do to what he could for the boys.

Thomas Barnley had quickly outgrown the need to sleep with Arthur, but there were others to follow him, and Arthur never minded it when a small body crept into his bed and snuggled into him. Sometimes he or the young boy were teased about it. But Arthur could deal with the mockers when they were younger, and the older prefects too much respected Arthur (and were too relieved to be rid of the babies) that they allowed their peers to tease him much.

Arthur had favourites among “his” students, of course. In his sixth-year, it was a little Irish Muggle-born boy with very black hair and very blue eyes. Padraig was shy but also curious. As he was Muggle-born, there was little he knew about the wizarding world, and Arthur offered to help him. Padraig accepted, and afterwards they often sat together, first in the common room and later, when spring came, in a small, sunny courtyard.

They would sit next to each other on a bench or on the grass, and either Padraig asked questions or Arthur explained whatever he could think of, St Mungo’s, The Department of Mysteries in the Ministry, house-elves, or the general rules of wizarding life. Padraig soaked all knowledge up like a dry sponge, watching him, eyes huge, and Arthur never could stop himself from touching Padraig.

Padraig was an only child and used to having his mother cuddle him. He admitted shyly that he liked being hugged, and so Arthur wrapped an arm around the slender shoulder and drew the small body against his while they talked. It made his spine tingle pleasantly, and the brush of Padraig’s thigh against his made his cock swell and lengthen instantly. It made Arthur wish for more, though what more he could not tell.

He got more during their Easter break, however. Little Padraig was desolate that he couldn’t go home to his mother over the holidays like he had done over Christmas. He was very listless as he and Arthur sat in their little courtyard, and when Arthur asked what was wrong, Padraig burst into tears and sobbed the whole story into Arthur’s shoulder.

Arthur didn’t think about anything but soothing the boy when he pulled Padraig into his lap and held him there, murmuring softly to him and stroking the boy’s black hair. Gradually, Padraig’s sobs ebbed away, and when Arthur pointed out that the year would be over in only two months and a half, Padraig became a bit more cheerful.

He did not get off Arthur’s lap as he probably should have, but Arthur didn’t push him. It felt very good to hold the boy in his arms. His whole body seemed to tingle, and slowly he realised that the ache in his groin was a raging erection. Unable to sit still now that he was aware, he shifted the boy on his lap until Padraig’s sweet little bum was pressed perfectly against Arthur’s cock.

Arthur moaned aloud in shock at the pleasurable sensation. Padraig gave a surprised little squeak as he felt something poking him and wriggled a little. The movement caused a delicious friction against Arthur’s cock that sent jolts of pleasure through him. He couldn’t stop his hips from thrusting forwards as he moaned again.

Padraig stared at him, wide-eyed. ‘Are you in pain?’ he asked worriedly.

Arthur didn’t know how to respond. Words failed him. He shook his head and thrust upwards again. It felt so good his eyes rolled into his head.

‘A-arthur?’ Padraig sounded panicked.

But Arthur didn’t hear anymore. Blood was pounding in his ears, and his veins, and his cock. His hands came to lie on Padraig’s hips, and he held onto them tightly as his hips thrust instinctively upwards and forwards, again and again. His knees were shaking and his whole body was trembling from a tension he had not felt before. His movements sped up; little moans and grunts were torn from his throat as the pleasure intensified. With blinding suddenness, the tension erupted. Arthur cried out, head thrown back, as his cock pulsed hard. He felt something wet stain his pants. With a shuddering sigh, he fell backwards against the wall.

It took him some time to come back to his senses, and when he opened his eyes again, the first thing he saw was a terrified Padraig whose hips he was still holding tightly. Instantly, he loosened his grip and sat up.

‘Oh, I’m sorry, Paddy. I didn’t mean to scare you!’ he cried.

Padraig’s lower lip quivered. ‘W-what happened?’ he asked. His voice was small and scared.

Arthur felt very bad for frightening the boy so much. He hugged him again and stroked his back in soothing circles as he spoke, voice pitched low.

‘Don’t worry, Padraig, nothing bad happened.’

‘But you were moaning and … and your face was all red and t-twisted!’

Arthur felt the little body against his tremble and tried to explain as best as he could.

‘That wasn’t pain, Paddy, I promise. Actually, it was quite the opposite. I … It felt very good, Paddy, very good.’

Padraig eyed him doubtfully. ‘What was it, then?’

Arthur smiled. ‘It’s a fatherly feeling, Paddy,’ he explained. ‘Every father has it.’

Padraig still wasn’t convinced. ‘My daddy never did things like that.’

‘No, neither did mine,’ Arthur nodded. ‘But he explained it to me. I think that perhaps I feel it stronger because I’ve got red hair.’

‘But you aren’t a dad,’ Padraig pointed out.

Arthur smiled again. ‘Not yet, but I will be one day. And this … oh, it’s kind of practice, you know.’

Padraig nodded slowly. ‘A-all right. If you say so.’

Arthur patted his head reassuringly. ‘Don’t worry, Paddy. It’s all fine.’

This was the first time Arthur had to use a certain spell to clean his pants. He felt rather proud of himself. And for more than this one reason. He had ejaculated for Paddy. His father had called it “peak” and said it was the natural outcome of an erection. Arthur was happy that, finally, his fatherly feelings had peaked – he supposed it meant they were fully mature. He was finally a real adult and ready to be a real father. And it had felt amazingly good. He wondered if he and Paddy could do it again.