In a London House

\"Yeah. I\'m really sure. I want that.\" Harry rolled onto his stomach, booked propped up on the pillow and his gaze still fixed on that one photograph.

Remus followed his example and lay beside Harry, studying the picture quietly.

There were two men in it, which was nothing out of the ordinary, Remus supposed. What was more uncommon, was that one of the men was blindfolded and shackled to a wall, face first. The other man, who wore a most interesting leather ensemble, was trying to fuck him through said wall.

\"It certainly looks intriguing,\" Remus said, and despite his age and recent orgasm he felt new tingles of arousal built in various parts of his body. \"I\'m just not sure if that would be a suitable setting for your first time, Harry.\"

\"What do you mean?\" Harry asked, looking at Remus with a frown.

\"Well, your first time having sex is exciting enough as it is without all those...accessories. If you want to have sex, I think you should start with a normal shag. There\'s moving at a nice pace, and there\'s moving too fast.\" Remus tapped his finger against the picture, making the leather-clad man look up irritably. \"That\'s definitely moving too fast.\"

\"Oh.\" Harry frowned again, and seemed to consider something. Then he looked at Remus, a smile tugging on his lips. \"But you do want to fuck me?\"

Remus cleared his throat. He realized that it was now too late to wonder how he had gotten himself in this situation. He just wasn\'t used to having to tell his potential bed partners about the homosexual variation of the birds and the bees before proceeding to more pleasurable things.

\"Yes,\" he finally whispered, returning Harry\'s smile. \"I do want to have sex with you. But only if you are certain about it.\"

\"God, yes, I want you to fuck me.\" Harry\'s face lit up, his eyes bright and his cheeks flushed with excitement. \"I\'ve been thinking about it for so long, what it would feel like to have inside me. To have you fuck me.\"

Remus wondered how he could feel so hot all of a sudden, considering that he wasn\'t dressed. Or maybe that was part of the problem, that he was lying naked beside an equally naked Harry who couldn\'t stop using the word \'fuck\' in relation to Remus.

\"Have you ever touched yourself there?\" Remus asked quietly. Rushing Harry was the last thing he wanted. \"With your fingers? Or perhaps with something else?\"

If he mentions his wand in that respect I might just come right here and now, Remus thought while trying to give Harry a serious look.

\"No,\" Harry said, idly turning the pages of his book. \"I mean, I\'ve thought about doing it, but it\'s hard enough to have a quiet wank in my dormitory, so I\'ve not really had the opportunity yet.\"

\"That\'s okay.\" Remus put his hand on Harry\'s shoulder and stroked it gently. \"Then we\'ll just take it slow.\"

When Harry looked at him worriedly, Remus trailed his hand down Harry\'s spine, rested it on his lower back, just above his tailbone and said: \"Not that slow.\"

Remus rubbed Harry\'s skin with his fingers until he felt Harry relax under his touch. He leaned closer, his lips brushing across Harry\'s ear. \"Do you want me to touch you there?\"

\"Yes. Please.\" Harry pushed his book off the bed and pillowed his head on his arms, giving Remus a lazy smile.

Trailing his fingers down further, Remus pressed a few soft kisses on Harry\'s shoulder, and then buried his fingers between Harry\'s arse cheeks, brushing the tip across his entrance, but only barely. Harry let out a satisfied sigh in response.

\"Spread your legs a bit, Harry,\" Remus whispered, and Harry complied at once. Remus rewarded him with another brush of his finger across Harry\'s pucker, this time more insistent. Pressing more kisses to Harry\'s damp skin, Remus lowered himself until he was staring down at Harry\'s arse. The round flesh looked relaxed and welcome, and it felt as soft as it looked when Remus cupped the mounds, kneading it firmly.

Harry moaned and spread his legs further, exposing his entrance to Remus\' hungry gaze. It was pink and inviting, and Remus released Harry\'s arse in favor of running his fingers across the small puckered ring. He massaged it with teasing strokes until Harry writhed beneath him.

\"Do you like how this feels?\"

\"Yes,\" Harry sighed, glancing at Remus over his shoulder with half-hooded eyes. \"More.\"

Lowering his face, Remus pressed his mouth against Harry\'s tailbone and then licked his way down, inhaling the sweet, heady scent of Harry\'s arousal, letting it lead him until his tongue brushed across the muscled ring.

\"Oh god, oh god,\" Harry groaned, and Remus smiled at that response. Harry was so trusting and willing. It was a whole new experience for Remus, to bed someone this eager, but he could not deny how good and aroused it made him feel.

Spreading Harry\'s arse wide open, Remus teased the small pucker with sharp flicks of the tip of his tongue, wetting it until it glistened in the dim light. Then he stabbed against it more urgently, feeling it submit beneath his tongue, allowing more and more of his tongue inside. Harry tasted incredible, and Remus thought that he could devour Harry whole, if given the chance.

When he pulled back to suck his index finger inside his mouth, Harry let out a whimper. It transformed into a surprised groan as Remus slid the tip of his finger inside Harry\'s entrance, and Harry started to rock his hips against the bed, obviously hard and eager for more.

Slowly, Remus pushed the rest of his finger inside, licking around it to keep it slick and to tease Harry just a bit more. He slid it in and out a few times, drawing sharp gasps from Harry, and then he found what he was looking for. He stroked the small gland, and smiled when Harry bucked his hips.

\"Feel good?\"

\"Fuck yes.\"

Remus grinned against Harry\'s arse, biting the soft flesh and pressing kisses to the shallow marks while he kept sliding his finger in and out, brushing across Harry\'s prostate with every stroke.

\"You can come if you want, Harry.\"

\"Please, yes,\" Harry whimpered, and started to rock his hips more urgently against the sheets, impaling himself on Remus\' finger with every short thrust.

\"You taste incredible,\" Remus whispered, licking around Harry\'s pucker.

\"Fuck. Close.\"

\"I want to feel your arse clench around my finger when you come.\"

\"Oh...fuck!\" Harry\'s hips bucked off the mattress, and Remus felt his body contract around his finger while Harry climaxed.

Remus kept stroking Harry\'s prostate until he felt Harry\'s channel relax and Harry let out a deep, shaky sigh. Pulling his finger out, Remus pressed a soft kiss to Harry\'s pucker and wanted to lie down beside Harry, but Harry half-turned and looked at him pleadingly.

\"Can you fuck me?\"

\"Now?\" Remus asked, surprised.

\"Yes. Please?\" Harry\'s eyes were wide and far too innocent for someone asking to be fucked.

\"But you just came.\"

\"I don\'t care. I want to feel your cock inside me.\"