Cat in the Hat
Cat in the Hat
Warning: Chan slash,
You may need to fan your self after his read.
Harry is very underage. (5)
If this is not for you, you may want to turn the page.
Please do not flame
For you only have your self to blame.
Very graphic but all the same he is young and touched.
A little AU.
I apologize now for the things I think.
But I think I have a strange kink.
Pairing: HP/AD
Disclaimer: Credit goes to JKR and Dr. Seuss
Cat In the Hat
By Black Cat
A young Harry Potter climbed the stairs up to papa Dumbledore’s office.
He like going up to his office, the big red and gold bird was there.
Papa Dumbledore always gave him a feather from the bird if he cared to take one.
Harry lifted the book he was carrying up over his head
as the stairs finally started to move there way towards the circular office.
Harry balanced the blue book on his head
as he watched the portraits of pervious headmasters pass by.
Several waved at him and several more wished him well.
Harry smiled a joyful smile to them all.
Finally the stairs stopped and Harry walked to the office door.
Papa was hunched over his desk writing a letter.
Harry clutched his book and teddy to his chest
and came around the desk padding lightly, tugging on the wizards sleeve,
"Papa, Could you read me a story" He said please.
Dumbledore looked up smiling at the boy before him.
"Of course my dear"
He slid the chair back far enough for the boy to climb up on his lap.
Dumbledore then slide down slightly in the winged back chair,
pressing his knees together.
The blue twinkle of his eyes sparkled
as Harry clambered up onto his lap and was forced to sit spread eagle.
A bare leg just long enough to press against his.
Dumbledore looked over the rim of his glasses,
the boy’s thin shorts rode up slightly,
just enough that one could see the curve of the inter thigh of the boy.
If one looked straight down one would also be rewarded
with the sight of the hollow where the boys leg met his bottom.
The dark skin that was hairless, smooth to the touch, warm and forbidden.
Dumbledore smirked, shutting his eyes,
trying desperately to get his breathing under control.
He had visions of rubbing his nose in this spot.
Of licking that dark skin,
the inter thigh was such a beautiful sight,
so overlooked,
at least in his opinion that is.
Dumbledore was brought out of his revere as Harry wiggled,
resting his back and head in the old mans long white beard.
With a quick intake of breath, it was all quite a site.
It tickled the boys skin,
It really should be a sin,
but he had visions of wrapping him in the beard,
imagining it would be warm and safe.
"What book did you bring today, Harry?"
Harry held the blue book up for Papa to see.
It was his favorite.
It gave him an excite.
Dumbledore took the book as Harry settled back,
his thumb sliding into his little pink mouth as he got settled
his sweet little petal.
Dumbledore caressed the top of the boy’s head lovingly,
smoothing down the wicked raven hair.
He was glad to be in this little haven.
"Harry" he whispered, "are you forgetting something?" he asked in his mild Headmaster sort of way.
Harry looked up his large emerald eyes widened,
"Sorry" he slurred,
popping his thumb out of his mouth.
He turned his head up ward his lips in a slight pucker,
Papa Dumbledore bent south caressing the smooth pale cheek of the boy.
Red lips of the Headmaster ghosted over those of young Harry,
pressing against the mouth of the boy.
Harry gave a small squeak as the kiss deepened,
his mouth parted as Papa Dumbledore licked his candy kissed lips.
The thin tip of tongue licking the pallet of the boys mouth.
For it was quite a talent,
Harry leaned in further to the kiss,
tilting his head upwards more.
Dumbledore pulled back observing the flush that colored the boy’s cheeks.
The thins lips of his boy pressing his lips together,
Papa Dumbledore licking at his own lips,
savoring the taste of candy and innocence.
It wouldn’t hurt to have a little more.
Harry slid his thumb back in his mouth and settled back.
Papa Dumbledore opened the book and started to read.
A soft whisper of word,
as the weather outside mirrored those of the book,
the room darkened and began to storm.
The room grew cozy and quite warm, pleasant and comfy.
They settled down, relaxed and sedated,
Harry turned so that his cheek was buried in the white beard,
his hand resting in the lap of Papa.
His eyes heavy with sleep.
He blinked several times as the book pages slowly turned.
His favorite part was coming up,
he liked the part as the silly cat balanced several things on his head and feet while standing on a ball.
Papa Dumbledore’s voice grew husky and light,
as he read the words,
"I know some good games we could play" he swallowed,
"said the cat.
"I know some new tricks,"
Said the Cat in the Hat.
"A lot of good tricks.
I will show them to you.
Your mother
Will not mind at all if I do."
Papa Dumbledore paused as he did each time at this part, "What do we say Harry?" he said gently.
"Never tell Mama Minnie." He rolled his eyes.
"Very Good," and papa continued to read.
Now that the deed was said.
"Now! Now! have no fear.
Have no fear!" said the cat.
"My tricks are not bad,"
Said the Cat in the Hat.
"Why, we can have
Lots of good fun, if you wish,
With a game that I call
Up-up-up with a fish!"
Harry giggled automatically leaning forward
and fumbled through the robes of Papa,
his small hand pulling out the fish beneath.
Papa Dumbledore moaned slightly as the clammy hands of his boy
His boy pulling at his half-hard cock from his robes.
One small hand held tight, "Go on papa" the boy cried.
Papa Dumbledore swallowed and breathed out.
He was so relieved that now it was out
He needed to maintain some sort of control to finish their game.
It was all he could do to stay sane.
Dumbledore continued to read as the Cat in the Hat started to balance all sort of things
…And look!
I can hop up and down on the ball! (Harry began to stroke Papa’s fish)
But that is not all!
Oh, no.
That is not all…
The Cat started to balance more and more,
adding a rake and cake,
umbrella all while remarking what Fun.
All while bouncing on a ball.
Papa let his voice change up and down,
as the Cat added more to his balancing act
and as Harry stroked faster.
The large erection/fish went up-up-up
Faster and harder
Papa gasped and keened
This is what the cat said…
Then he fell on his head!
He came down with a bump
From up there on the ball.
And Sally and I,
We saw all the things fall!
And with that Harry leaned over and planted a kiss
On the tip of the very slick fish
Papa whimpered and hummed
And slide his hand down to the bum
Of the boy in his lap
He caressed the bottom
Parted a cheek
And gave it a light whack
"Now look what you did!"
Papa arched into the touch
Said the fish to the cat.
He griped the arm of his seat
"Now look at this house!
You sank our toy ship,
Sank it deep in the cake.
Papa leapt forward
As images swam in his head
He wished quite dearly that he could
Be buried in that spread
The page turned
And on he read
…And so," said the Cat in the Hat,
"So, so so…
I will show you
Another good game that I know!"
And with that Harry stopped his movement
And dropped from the lap.
He pulled his shirt over his head
Dropped his shorts in the pile below
His own little fish
Stood at attention
As he climbed back up on to the lap
Facing his papa
His legs spread wide, fish to fish
He gave a little swish
Papa leaned down for a kiss
It was quite blissful
The book lay long forgotten
As papa pulled the boy forward
The fishes touched and rubbed
Flicked and twisted.
Small hands clasped and pulled
Kisses, brushes of beard against bare skin
The pace quicken
And eyes squeezed tightly shut
Both were stricken with need
It was all an absolute delight
It was nice at they proceeded
And the speed of movement was exceeded
It was indeed a dash
As a prickly need
Clenched tight in their balls
Harry arched up
As did papa
Holding the pale flesh of his young
It was nice how they meshed
The sticky need
Spilled over fingers
And moreover laps and skin
and a tad smeared in his long white beard
Harry fell forward
Resting his head on his papa chest
Both sleepy and in need of a rest
The End