Fatherly Feelings

A/N: The plot’s gone off to dance with the fairies. They fell in love with Coel. I changed the summary.


Four

They did it again.

Every time they met and talked, Arthur would pull Padraig into his lap and onto his cock. Then he would thrust his hips forward and rub against Padraig’s taut little arse until he peaked. Padraig didn’t seem to like it much. He always looked very uncomfortable. But he never said anything to stop Arthur, and Arthur too much liked the feeling to stop himself.

Besides, he was practising for being a good father.

Sometimes, he fantasised about taking their clothes off and rub his naked cock against Padraig’s bare cheeks. Perhaps even into his little crack. Arthur thought it must feel nice to have his cock rubbed by Padraig’s cheeks surrounding it.

But he never did take his clothes off. After all, they were at school, and the courtyard was public! He would be setting a bad example, and he couldn’t do that as a prefect. As much as he thought he would love it, it wouldn’t do. For now.

After the summer holidays, though, Padraig didn’t want tutoring anymore, at least not from him. When Arthur asked, kindly, Padraig blushed and shook his head. He’d spent some of the summer with his friend he said, and pointed at the blond little boy sitting next to him whom Arthur recognised as Leander Kellynch, a half-blood raised in the wizarding world. Leander would help him now, Padraig said. Leander smiled broadly and nodded.

Arthur felt disappointed, and chastised himself for it. After all, this was the best for Padraig: a friend his own age with whom he could learn together. And so he smiled and said he was happy for Padraig, only if there ever was something he or Leander needed help with, he’d be glad to do what he could for them.

Padraig blushed, looked away, and mumbled something. Leander grinned again and thanked Arthur. ‘There’re always some things the old folk had better not know,’ he said mischievously.

Arthur laughed. ‘Exactly so. Only try not to lose too many house points.’

Leander nodded gravely. ‘We’ll do our best, what Paddy?’

And that was it. But Arthur didn’t have much time to miss little Padraig and their lessons. It was NEWT year and he was very busy. Molly Prewett always seemed to be around him when he turned, and spending time with her was really nice. She kissed very well. Last but not least, there was a new batch of tiny first-years that needed help and encouragement.

Among them was a boy Arthur had noticed even before he had been Sorted. His name was Coel Blotts, grandson of Mr Blotts from Flourish and Blotts, a fey child if Arthur had ever seen one. He was very small for his age, his curly hair silvery blond and his eyes dark brown. Coel was the eldest of four and used to be living with a large family (all Blottses, of whom there were apparently fifteen, lived together). He missed them dreadfully, and it wasn’t long before a little, forlorn figure, clad in fluffy pyjamas adorned with dragons, stood before Arthur’s bed.

‘Poppy from my year said that her older sister Nettie said that if a student can’t sleep he can come to you, sir,’ a small voice piped.

From a bed behind Arthur’s came a snicker. Coel flinched and seemed to shrink.

‘Shut it, Randall,’ Arthur said over his shoulder. ‘You cried yourself to sleep every evening for over a month when we came here because you missed your family so much.’

Randall threw a pillow at Arthur and turned away with a grumble. Coel looked much more confident. Arthur smiled at him and, as he had done before, lifted his blanked for the boy to slip under. Coel slid in and settled within a few seconds.

‘At home, I always sleep in a bed with my brother,’ he told Arthur in a confidential whisper. ‘It’s odd, to be alone in such a large bed.’

With a flick of Arthur’s wand, the curtains around the bed closed again.

‘You can come sleep here any time you want,’ he whispered back.

‘That’s nice, sir,’ was Coel’s sleepy reply.

‘No need to call me sir, Coel.’

‘Yes, sir.’

Arthur laughed under his breath and let the matter rest for the night.

Of course he woke up the next morning lying on his side with his hard cock pressed against Coel’s delicious backside. It was such a good feeling that Arthur couldn’t help sigh and press closer. The boy was still asleep. When something hard poked him from behind, he mumbled a bit and wriggled on the spot. Arthur had to bite his lip to stop himself from groaning aloud.

Not thinking clearly about where he was and what he was doing, he began to move against Coel, angling his hips for most friction against his cock. Coel mumbled again and pushed backward with his arse. Arthur couldn’t stop the gasp.

The move had seemed to be a familiar one; probably Coel sometimes had to fight his brother for room in the bed. But whatever the logical reason behind it, Arthur’s sleep- and lustbefuddled mind only saw an invitation. He slipped his hand inside Coel’s pyjama pants and touched the boy’s arse-cheeks. They were very smooth and warm. Arthur thought he’d die on the spot.

Slowly, he pushed the pants down, watching as his shaking hand bared inch after inch of inviting, pink flesh. He swallowed hard when he could see the entire gentle round of one cheek, and the shadow of the other beneath. His cock jumped at the idea of what lay between.

He couldn’t wait to feel it. Hastily, he yanked his own pyjama pants down. His prick was leaking clear fluid and pulsing faintly in his hand. Slowly, carefully, Arthur scooted closer to the boy and let his cock slip into the crack he had been fantasising about for so long. When he felt his aching flesh embraced by the gripping cheeks of the young arse, he turned his face into his pillow to stifle his deep, lustful groan. It felt wonderful.

He laid one hand on the upper cheek to keep the crack as tight as possible, and then finally allowed his hips their urge to thrust. More than wonderful! It was tight, it was hot, and the warm, slender body framed by his larger one felt absolutely right. He thrust faster, already trembling with lust.

‘Uh, Ard, stop pushing,’ Coel muttered and tried to move away.

Arthus grabbed the boy’s hip to keep him where he was and bent down to whisper into his ear.

‘Shh, Coel,’ he panted. ‘Don’t speak.’

‘Nhu?’ Coel seemed to become more awake. He tried to turn his head and get away from the hot, moist thing that drooled onto his thigh. ‘Wha—? Sir?’

Arthur moaned, thrust, and kissed the boy’s ear. ‘It’s Arthur. Don’t speak, Coel, don’t move, don’t – ah!’

His breathing was becoming too quick and shallow for words. Arthur closed his eyes, wrapped his arm around Coel’s waist to keep him steady, and sped up his thrusts.

Coel froze, unable to understand what was going on and unwilling to scream. He had been told to be quiet. His sudden tension made the muscles of his arse tighten around Arthur’s length, and with a choked sigh and one more thrust, Arthur shot his seed over the boy’s thigh and down his pyjama pants.

He fell back, breathing heavily, utterly spent and satisfied. It had even been better than he had thought it would be!

A tentative voice roused him from his after-glow.

‘Um, sir?’

Arthur opened his eyes, saw Coel lying next to him, still in the same position, pyjama pants down over his arse, and twisting to look at him while trying not to move. And suddenly Arthur remembered where he was, and most importantly that he wasn’t alone in the dorm.

With a suppressed curse he sat up and listened if he heard anything that would indicate he had been heard. But it was quiet now in the dorm, the only sound the soft breathing of his sleeping mates. It must be early still. Arthur sighed with relief, got his wand, and cast a strong Silencing Charm over his four-poster – just in case – before he turned to Coel. The boy was lying still, eying him uncertainly.

Arthur smiled reassuringly and, with a flick of his wand, cleaned the boy of any traces of their little tumble. Then he reached out to stroke Coel’s tousled hair.

‘Everything all right?’ he asked gently. He remembered how scared little Padraig had been.

Coel nodded slowly. ‘Y-yeah. Um, can I move now, sir, er, Arthur?’

Arthur grimaced. ‘Sorry, Coel, of course.’

Coel plopped back onto the bed and looked uncertainly up at Arthur.

‘Did I scare you, Coel?’

The boy wrinkled his nose. ‘N—yes, a bit.’

‘Sorry, sweetie. I didn’t mean to.’

‘Urgh, don’t call me sweetie!’ Coel protested with a grimace, then stopped. ‘Oh, sorry,’ he went on more quietly.

Arthur threw his wand aside. ‘It’s okay, Coel. I cast a Silencing Charm. You can scream as loud as you want now.’ The idea of Coel screaming his name in pleasure made Arthur’s cock twitch with interest. He shoved it away. Grinning, he leaned down and planted a kiss on the boy’s nose. ‘And you are a sweetie, you know. But I promise, I’ll never call you that when anybody can hear me.’

Coel looked so absurdly relieved that Arthur laughed. The boy grinned shyly, but then frowned. He cast a fleeting glance at Arthur’s still bare, half-hard cock.

‘Um, do you … do you do that often?’ he asked hesitantly. ‘This … pushing thing?’

Arthur shrugged. ‘I usually sleep alone, you know,’ he evaded an answer.

Coel rubbed his nose. ‘My brother never did something like that, not quite, anyway.’

Arthur perked up. ‘Oh? What did he do? Is he older or younger?’

‘Younger, of course,’ Coel said with some indignation. ‘And … well, he sometimes kind of pushed against me in bed. Not … not as you did, um. Kind of as if he wanted more room. I thought at first you was doing that, too, but … it was different.’

Arthur smiled and lay back down, propped up on one elbow, and began to card his fingers through Coel’s hair.

‘No, I certainly didn’t want to push you away, sweetie. On the contrary, I’d have liked to have you closer to me.’

‘Closer?’

Arthur nodded, trailing one finger down Coel’s face to his neck. ‘Much closer.’

‘Why?’

‘It feels good.’

‘Why then the … the pushing thing?’

Arthur’s fingers slipped into the collar of Coel’s shirt and stroked the skin of his neck and shoulders. The boy shivered a bit.

‘The pushing thing? Ah, because that felt even better.’

Coel frowned. ‘Does it? I thought it felt, well, odd. Especially that wet stuff in the end.’

‘That’s ejaculate,’ Arthur explained, blushing slightly. ‘It comes out of the … er, penis.’

The boy blinked. ‘Really?’ He peered down at his covered crotch. ‘Never seen that before.’

Arthur swallowed hard at the sudden image of him stroking Coel’s prick until he peaked. His own cock hardened further, and the movement caught Coel’s eye. He seemed both fascinated and scared. Under the boy’s gaze, Arthur felt himself harden even more, and he tried to divert his mind by talking.

‘Ah, well, that’s because you’re still a boy,’ he said, his voice husky with renewed feeling.

Coel looked questioningly.

‘It’s like that,’ Arthur explained, ‘when you get older, you get certain feelings for girls.’ Coel grimaced and Arthur laughed softly. ‘Oh, yes, you will. At one point. And girls will make your penis become hard, like this.’ He pointed at his crotch.

‘But I’m not a girl,’ protested Coel.

‘No, of course not. But, see, becoming hard like this, it’s a preparation of your body for becoming a father. When a boy is hard, he can couple with a woman, and—’

‘—they make babies.’ Coel nodded knowingly. ‘I know. My mum explained it to me once.’

Arthur thought it very odd that a mother would talk to a son, and at so young an age, but dismissed the point. ‘Yes,’ he agreed. ‘They make babies. But men also get hard other times. I think it’s because the body is getting ready for the making of a baby so that the man can become a father. And because you’re a boy and I’m here to take care of you a bit like a father does, I’m getting hard with boys, too. It’s all fatherly feelings.’

Coel seemed to think about it. He still looked unconvinced. And then, like Padraig, he said, ‘My dad never did that with me.’

Arthur smiled. His fingers had slipped completely into the collar of Coel’s pyjama top, and he was lightly stroking a small nipple. It sent shivers through him and he wished he could undress Coel completely and touch every inch of his body.

‘No, and mine didn’t either,’ he answered, as he had answered Padraig. ‘Perhaps I’m feeling this stronger because my hair is so red.’

Coel looked at his hair, and then giggled. ‘Your face is red, too,’ he said.

Arthur laughed, a bit breathless, and tugged his hand free of Coel’s pyjama to wrap it around his cock. ‘This is red, too,’ he said hoarsely.

Coel looked down and his grin vanished.

Arthur licked his lips. His hips thrust involuntarily forward.

‘Coel, ah, did you … did you mind much, before?’ he asked somewhat shakily.

‘N-no, not much,’ the boy answered. ‘Just … it was odd.’

‘I want to do it again,’ panted Arthur, already moving closer to the boy. ‘Turn on your side, sweetie.’

Coel hesitated, then slowly complied. Arthur’s heartbeat sped up. He shuffled closer until he was lying directly behind the boy. The small body stiffened somewhat as Arthur tugged down the pyjama pants.

‘Coel, if you … if it was uncomfortable before I could … try something else.’

Coel nodded slightly. ‘If you … want.’

Arthur kissed the boy’s ear again. ‘Good. Don’t worry, sweet one. I won’t hurt you.’

Coel nodded again, then squeaked as Arthur slid down and pushed his cock against Coel’s thighs. The contact of his tender flesh with skin was so wonderful that Arthur groaned loudly. He groaned again when he remembered the Silencing Charm and that, for the first time, he could be as loud as he wished.

‘A-arthur?’ Coel stammered somewhat alarmed.

‘It’s all right, sweetie, everything’s okay.’ He thrust again, seeking more friction. Coel shifted uneasily. ‘If I … make noise it’s … because it feels … so damn good,’ Arthur panted.

He began moving rhythmically against the back of Coel’s thighs. The boy’s butt rubbed against his lower stomach. He moved his hand from Coel’s hip to his buttock and stroked it, gently squeezing from time to time. The smooth tightness in his hands reminded him of earlier, and at the memory his cock seemed to harden further.

Coel made a small moue of displeasure. Arthur tried to stop but only managed to slow down a bit.

‘W-what is it?’ he gasped.

‘Wet. It’s … you’re wet.’

‘T-that’s n-normal.’

‘It feels odd.’

‘Shh, sweetie, y-you’ll get u-used to it.’

Coel fell silent. Arthur shifted slightly. His hand slipped down to Coel’s thigh and then in between, lifting the upper leg a bit. With a thrust of his hips, his cock slid into the opening he’d created. It felt wonderful, soft supple muscles around his hard length. He let go of the leg, and suddenly his cock was squeezed tight by Coel’s thighs.

Arthur groaned in deep pleasure. He wrapped his arm around the boy to hold him steady, and then increased the speed and strength of his thrusts. He grunted with each thrust. It felt glorious!

Coel’s breath seemed to come a bit fast as well. It was music to Arthur’s ears, and together with his own, laboured breathing, deep grunts, and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, it created a symphony of such beauty Arthur had never dreamt of before. He gasped and thrust, his body shaking with building tension.

‘You—feel—so—perfect—sweet,’ he panted into Coel’s ear. ‘Just—right—oh, yes, yes, that’s—ah!’

His hot seed shot in bursts from his pulsing cock. It splattered over Coel’s thighs and down his legs and into the fluffy cloth of his pyjama. Coel wiggled a bit, trying to escape, and the motion teased another shudder and another burst of fluid from Arthur.

Finally, he fell back, panting wildly. There seemed to be stars dancing across his vision.

‘Arthur?’

He turned his head and looked sleepily at the boy. Coel’s blond hair was more tousled than before. Arthur smiled lazily, his eyes trailing down over the bare, smooth arse and thigh, still splattered with whitish fluid. He reached out a hand and touched it, slowly tracing his fingers through the thick dollops, smearing the slender thighs with it.

‘Sweetie, that was wonderful,’ he said softly.

Coel smiled, a bit unsure.

‘Um, could you … ah … make it go away?’ He gestured vaguely at his legs.

Arthur sighed regretfully. He thought it a very pleasing sight, but he knew Coel didn’t like the wet feeling.

‘Of course, sweetie.’

He grabbed his wand and flicked it first at Coel, then at his hand.

‘All clean?’

‘Uh, um, my … my pyjama …’

Arthur flicked his wand again.

‘Uh, thanks.’

‘No, thank you, Coel,’ Arthur said, solemnly, although he felt very sleepy and satisfied. ‘It was a real pleasure, sweetie. It has never felt so good before.’

Coel looked a bit pleased in spite of himself.

‘Come here.’ Arthur held up one arm and Coel snuggled under it, curling against Arthur’s body. Arthur was too spent to properly appreciate it, though. He placed a soft kiss on Coel’s forehead and, when the boy looked up, another one on his lips. ‘You were really wonderful, my little one.’

Coel sighed happily. After a few moment’s silence, he asked shyly, ‘Do you … um, want to do it again, sometime?’

Arthur, though half asleep already, tightened his arm around the boy’s slender frame. ‘Yeah, again and again. Sometime.’

‘All right,’ said Coel, and that was the last thing Arthur heard before he fell asleep.