In a London House

Remus woke to the feeling of an eager mouth sucking his cock. It felt familiar, but not quite, and while he drifted between sleep and the reality of a new day he wondered how Sirius had suddenly lost his experienced touch and why the blow job felt as if they were once again sixteen.

Perhaps it was best to ask him, and of course taunt him with it, so Remus blinked the sleep from his eyes and raised his head to smirk at Sirius. But instead of blue, green eyes stared back at him, uncertain and aroused.

Green eyes which were definitely not Sirius\', although they looked faintly familiar.

\"Don\'t you like it?\" Harry asked after he pulled back, letting Remus\' hard cock fall into the nest of dark curls around it. \"I thought...you know...I can stop.\"

God. Harry.

He had fucked Harry. And apparently, he had spent the night with Harry as well. The events of the previous day caught up with Remus while Harry shifted nervously between his spread legs.

\"No, it\'s fine,\" Remus finally managed to mutter, and then cleared his throat to rid it of the dryness sleep had left there. \"I just hadn\'t expected it. Feels good, though.\"

\"Oh. Okay.\"

Harry\'s grin warmed Remus, and he felt his own lips curl up in a smile while Harry sucked his cock back into his mouth. Remus let his head fall back against the pillow and he raised his hand so he could stroke Harry\'s hair, which was unrulier than ever, now that it had seen a night worth of sleep. But it felt like silk beneath Remus\' palm and he let the short strands coil around his fingers while he felt himself relax under Harry\'s touches, slightly more experienced now, but still rich with too much enthusiasm and not enough technique.

\"Feels lovely,\" Remus whispered in what he hoped was an encouraging tone, and Harry answered him by sucking harder, dragging his teeth carefully along the veined underside of his cock. Remus groaned, tightening his fingers in Harry\'s hair and bucking up his hips. With a bit more practice, Harry might actually become quite good at this, Remus decided absently while he tried to fuck Harry\'s mouth.

Harry let him, relaxing his throat so Remus could thrust his cock in deeper, feeling the swollen head of his cock slide over Harry\'s warm tongue until it bumped against the back of Harry\'s throat. Remus forced himself to look up, to make sure he wasn\'t accidentally choking the boy, but Harry stared back at him with eyes that gleamed with pleasure and excitement.

\"Very good,\" Remus moaned, thrusting up just a little harder, curious to see how far Harry would allow him to go.

But then Harry\'s eyes narrowed, and for a moment they looked just like James\', whenever he\'d been about to announce a particularly mischievous plan.

Remus felt a soft tingle of worry swirl through his stomach. But that quickly transformed into a rush of arousal when he felt a slick finger brush across his entrance.

Not waiting for Remus\' consent, Harry pushed the tip inside, drawing a surprised groan from Remus.

Really, someone must explain to him that you can\'t just stick your finger in someone\'s arse without checking if they even enjoy being fingered, Remus thought. But then Harry pushed his finger inside to the knuckle and sucked Remus\' prick down hard, and Remus\' thoughts evaporated as a sudden rush of heat invaded in his mind, leaked down his spine and settled in his sac.

\"Yes,\" Remus hissed as Harry, probably by accident, touched his prostate. \"Right there. God, Harry.\"

Harry\'s mouth and tongue worked Remus\' cock hard, serious almost, and Harry\'s finger probed gently, searching and discovering, and the difference between both intense sensations was more than enough to push Remus over the edge.

\"Harry,\" he gasped, his hips shooting up, and he spurted his release deep down Harry\'s throat. Harry swallowed, eager and clumsy, his mouth sucking around the head of Remus\' cock, milking him dry. When Remus relaxed, Harry let go of Remus\' spent prick and pulled his finger out gently.

\"Was that good?\"

\"Very,\" Remus sighed, softly tugging on Harry\'s hair. He wanted to kiss Harry and then he wanted to suck Harry. Or fuck Harry. Or both.

When Harry settled against him, Remus gave him a soft kiss, grateful and caring. But when he wanted to reach for Harry\'s cock, he noticed that it was limp, and that Harry\'s stomach was stained with the pearly evidence of a recent orgasm. Remus raised an eyebrow.

\"I...um...just came,\" Harry mumbled, giving Remus an embarrassed smile. \"When you did. God, you looked so hot. And I really liked...touching you there.\"

A new surge of arousal started in Remus\' body at hearing that confession, but his cock stubbornly refused cooperation. \"That\'s fine, Harry. Actually, that\'s more than fine.\"

Harry nuzzled Remus\' shoulder and Remus stroked his hair, idly wondering what they were supposed to do now. Remus was troubled to realize that he had no idea. This whole thing with Harry had just escalated, barely allowing him any time for thought.

Would Harry want to continue this...whatever it was? And what if Harry started to develop any feelings for h

If he hasn\'t already, Remus thought. Worse yet, what if he started to develop any feelings?

Remus realized that he had a lot to think about, and he knew he wouldn\'t be able to as long as there was a naked Harry around to distract him.

\"We should probably get up,\" Remus said, pressing a kiss against Harry\'s temple.

\"Can we just stay here for a little while longer?\" Harry sounded almost desperate, and Remus couldn\'t refuse him. He hadn\'t seen Harry this happy and relaxed all summer.

\"All right. Just forhilehile then.\"

\"Great.\" Harry leaned up on an elbow, studying Remus\' face carefully. \"Because I want to do more things. If you want to, of course.\"

\"Such as?\"

\"Can I fuck you, Remus?\"