Fatherly Feelings

Seven

There was more sorrow to come for the boy. The year closed, and Coel realised that Arthur would not come back in autumn. He cried for several days and refused to sleep alone. Arthur did his best to soothe him, realising belatedly that Professor McGonagall had been right to worry. Coel only calmed a little when Arthur reminded him that when he’d come back to school, he’d be a second-year, would know Hogwarts almost by heart, and could show his younger brother Ardan, who was to start in autumn, everything. Coel sighed and agreed.

‘But I’ll miss you,’ he told Arthur during their last night at Hogwarts. Arthur had allowed – had wished – the boy to sleep with him.

They were lying securely hidden from sight and hearing behind the red curtains of Arthur’s bed. Both were naked, Arthur having dared finally to undress Coel and touch him. It had led to a quick and deeply satisfying tumble between the sheets. Afterwards, Coel had snuggled up to Arthur who had wrapped both arms around the boy’s still slender form, and they were lying in each others embrace. Coel had broken the satisfied silence behind the curtains with his words.

Arthur turned his head and kissed the boy’s sweet, ready lips. ‘I’ll miss you too, my little one. Dreadfully.’

He stroked through the boy’s hair, down the short back to his delicious, small arse. He loved kneading and squeezing the taut little globes. Coel sighed again.

‘Can you come to visit sometime?’

Arthur shook his head. ‘I don’t think so. After all, we’re not related. What reason do I have in the eyes of others for wishing to see you?’

Coel’s bottom lip quivered. ‘That’s so unfair!’

Arthur kissed him again, suckling on that pouty lower lip. His cock recovered from their earlier bout and stirred. Arthur pulled Coel’s small body on top of his and pressed the boy’s legs together. His cock lengthened interestedly. Arthur tangled one hand in Coel’s hair to hold the boy’s head and kissed him, thrusting his tongue inside Coel’s mouth while moving his hips in slow circles. His cock hardened fully and pushed against them seam where Coel’s legs met.

Coel opened his legs to take the pulsing cock between them, but Arthur shook his head.

‘No, no, sweetie, keep them together tightly.’

Coel obeyed, tensing the muscles in his legs. That created a deliciously hardened surface for Arthur’s friction-seeking cock to rub against.

Arthur thrust his hips upward and groaned. ‘Oh, yes.’ He licked Coel’s bottom lip. ‘Oh, my sweetest, you feel so good, so – oh, yes, yes, keep doing that! Keep moving!’

Coel imitated the thrusting of Arthur’s hips, making his legs rub the pulsing flesh pressing up against them.

Arthur growled and kissed the boy again. He grabbed another handful of sweet arse and squeezed to his heart’s – and cock’s – delight.

‘Oh, oh, Coel, oh, sweet,’ Arthur gasped into the boy’s mouth. ‘Hmmm, uh … yes, good! So good. Uuhhh…’

And then the time for words was over, and Arthur was thrusting mindlessly, grunting deeply and devouring the boy on top of him. Lovely friction against his cock, taut arse in his hands, and lips eating that innocent mouth, it all had Arthur shooting violently within mere moments. He shivered and pressed Coel tightly against him and kept kissing him until he really needed to breathe.

Afterwards, he cleaned them silently and kissed Coel’s red, swollen lips once more.

‘My sweet one, thank you for allowing me to find pleasure with you,’ he said.

Coel smiled shakily. ‘My pleasure,’ he whispered.

Arthur had to kiss him again.

‘Sleep now, my sweet little one.’

Arthur woke twice during the night and took all pleasure he could with Coel’s body. The last time he did it in his favourite position, rubbing his cock between Coel’s gripping arse-cheeks. They were both tired when they finally got up. Luckily, everybody around them was so excited about going home that they didn’t notice how well-shagged both Arthur and Coel looked.

Coel sat with his friends during the train-ride home, and Arthur with his. At King’s Cross, however, Coel showed up at Arthur’s side.

‘Write to me?’ he said, his eyes wide and pleasing.

Arthur nodded. ‘I shall.’

‘Promise?’

‘Promise, sweetie.’

Coel swallowed his tears. ‘Promise you’ll never call anyone else sweetie.’ His words were so choked Arthur barely understood them.

He put a hand on the boy’s shoulder.

‘I promise, sweet one,’ he said and meant it. ‘No one could ever be as sweet as you.’

Coel smiled shakily and went away to his parents who greeted Arthur with a nod. Arthur nodded back, sighed, and turned to his own parents and brothers. Molly came over to them a little later.

‘It’s so sweet, how the boy adores you,’ she cooed.

Arthur nodded, smiling a bit wistfully. ‘Yes, sweet.’