Quidditch Has Four Balls

Quidditch Has Four Balls

"Kingsley?" Harry threw his keys onto the catch-all table in the hall and smirked once again at the wall that Mrs. Black once graced. He dug into the pocket of his too tight jeans to remove the day's detritus; a crumpled receipt, three knuts, a business card for Sully Suliman's Enchanted Karpet Kleaning Service (At your service) and a suspect every flavor bean.

"Kingsley. I'm home." He picked up the pile of mail from the nearby perch and started sorting it into the trash. Honestly. His service sorted out the howlers and the fan mail, so why did he still receive junk mail? "It ended early."

Still nothing.

"Kingsley?" Harry seemed to snap to the fact that the house was silent. Strange. He should be home. I know he wanted to...

"Hey Kings?" He hated that. If anything would get a reaction, that would be it.

Best check the map. The map had been inspired by the Marauder's map, enchanted to show everyone within Grimmauld Place (rechristened Padfoot Place). The map was kept in Harry's bedroom so if the alarm went off at night he could see what he was facing at a glance. Ron's idea.

Harry removed his jacket and toed off his trainers before making his way up the stairs to the room they now shared. Aha. The door was cracked open and a sliver of light was visible. Harry's spider sense urged him to keep silent as he approached on sock clad feet. He cracked the door a bit more for a better view and his eyes widened. He did a double take and they widened some more.

"Kingsley!"

Kingsley's entire body went rigid. And his eyes, his eyes were like that of a deer caught in the headlights- with a dick up its ass. He was on his back, completely naked, hard muscles and dark skin covered in a sheen of perspiration. His legs were spread, knees bent and feet flat on the mattress in order to make room for Harry's largest dildo; the pink length, oiled and shining and buried between the globes of Kingsley's taut buttocks. His thick, heavy cock was engorged with blood and tight against his stomach.

This was unbelievably hot, and Harry's erection was now trying to free itself from the confines of his denims, but it wasn't exactly new. What was new was what Kingsley was holding. About eight inches long, pinkish plastic.

"Is that..."

Kingsley blushed. Harry hadn't thought it possible that a man that dark or an Auror that jaded could blush, but a deep flush was filling his face and chest. "Um."

"And is it really..."

Kingsley nodded in mortification.

"Oh." Harry considered that for a minute, enjoying Kingsley's embarrassment. He was always so damned composed, and it was usually Harry on the embarrassed end of things. Might as well take advantage of it while it lasted. "You know, I think I might be in a position to do something about that. If you want." It was gratifying the way Kingsley's eyebrows rose in interest. He opened his mouth to speak.

"I don't think so. I rather like the dynamic we've established. I'll do this for you, but you don't talk or touch till I say so. If you understand, nod." The nodding was of the most fervent type. "I need to look for it, but in the meantime I don't want you to move. Leave the dildo where it's at. This should only take a minute." Harry went to the closet and drug his old school trunk out of the corner. He rummaged inside it for a few moments until he came up with a handful of red and gold. "Be back in a mo."

Harry retreated to the restroom, and when he came back Kingsley gasped. Harry was wearing his Gryffindor quidditch uniform. Harry had definitely hit a growth spurt since graduating. Harry still wasn't big, but Kingsley had forgotten just how damn small he had been. The tunic was much too tight. The sleeves strained over his biceps and it molded to his chest, only slightly flaring at the waist. Harry turned so Kingsley could get the full effect. The shorts were no better; high on his thighs and so snug the seam at the back was hidden between his cheeks. The same seam divided his balls in the front and shunted his swollen erection to the right.

"Well?"

Kingsley's response was a frustrated whimper, and Harry laughed.

"Ok, I guess you like it. This is how it's going to work. You can touch yourself," Kingsley looked absurdly grateful, "but you have to touch yourself slowly. You are saving it for better things later. Clear?" Harry didn't wait for an answer, leaning against the wall and allowing his eyelids to fall to half-mast as he looked at Kingsley spread out on the bed. "I'm going to put on a little show and you are going to watch."

Kingsley's hand started to work over his glans and his other hand slowly twisted the dildo as he watched Harry touch himself. Harry started with gentle strokes to his chest and abdomen, with occasional forays into the crease at his groin. This gave way to pinches of his nipples through the jersey fabric and the flat of a hand running down the length of his cock, ending with a quick press to his perineum.

"Mmm. Kingsley. Want you so much." His breathing picked up and his eyes fluttered as he watched Kingsley watch him, want him; as he watched the swell of the others' huge prick throbbing with need for him.

Harry lifted the jersey to run his right hand up his bare chest, to manipulate a naked nipple. His left hand lowered the shorts a bit and began tracing whorls over his belly button, occasionally following the trail of hair down to the shorts. Harry opened his eyes a bit more. "Kingsley." An intake of breath was the only response. "Do you remember those panties you bought me, pearlescent gold mesh with the lace insets?" Kingsley nodded. "Remember how you joked that they were Gryffindor gold?" Another nod, this time more hopeful.

"You were right." Harry plunged his left hand down his shorts to grasp his cock, revealing the glittering lingerie beneath. Kingsley groaned at the sight and sped up his hand on his own member, began to thrust the dildo once more.

"I told you slowly." Harry glared, but his heart wasn't in it, too busy focusing on the picture Kingsley made, on his own fevered wanking. Kingsley slowed down at the admonishment, but it took effort.

Harry straightened up and slowly lowered the Gryffindor shorts, taking care to clear the waistband over his cock and giving a little shimmy as they moved down his thighs, leaving him in just the panties and tunic. He tossed the shorts to Kingsley who promptly snatched them out of the air and wrapped them around his length, groaning as his fist closed once more.

Harry put both arms in the air and stretched, showing off the pretty lace that cradled his rampant cock. He gave Kingsley a cocky, crooked grin and turned, leaning against the wall on one arm and thrusting out his gold covered ass, the iridescent fabric shifting and sliding with each subtle movement, the bottom of the jersey just skimming the ruched satin band of the waist. Harry's left hand started at the back of his thigh and slowly worked its way up to the curve of his bum, flirting with the elastic then delivering a sharp smack. He worked the elastic to the side so he could caress his opening with first one, then two, fingers.

He turned his head and looked at Kingsley as he slowly licked and wetted those same fingers, bringing them back to his ass and plunging both at the same time. Harry closed his eyes and threw his head back at the sensation, breathing harshly. He gave a small cry, probably from a brush of his prostate, then scrambled for the lube he had brought from the bathroom. He quickly resumed position, the two lubed fingers reinserted, then joined by a third. He was almost rough the way he thrust them into himself, face screwed up, eyes cloudy with lust as they looked at Kingsley's rapt worship. When he added a forth finger and began to fuck himself harshly, Kingsley gave a strangled cry in protest.

Harry slowed down and smiled, removing his glistening fingers one by one, licking and sucking on one for effect as he grinned around it. He abandoned the wall and stood over Kingsley, green eyes shining, hair even more askew than usual. The head of his trapped cock peaked from his underwear, leaking profusely and leaving a trail of pre cum on the jersey.

"You don't get to fuck me." Kingsley abruptly deflated when he heard this. "I get to fuck myself on you."

"Oh, thank Merlin!"

"Hey! No talking."

Kingsley just smiled unabashedly and went to remove the dildo, but Harry stayed his hand.

"And leave that alone. That's mine." Harry shifted his grip from Kingsley's wrist to the dildo and pressed, making Kingsley shudder. Harry firmed his grasp and pulled it out a bit, twisting it as he shoved it back home, then again, and again. Harry grabbed his wand from the bedside table and cast a spell that would repeat the small movement inside of Kingsley until the spell was ended or the dildo removed. That done, he quickly straddled his mate, rubbing against him for a moment before impatience won out.

Harry shifted the panties a bit, grasped Kingsley's length and sat on him, working the head past the sphincter then forcing him to the hilt in one quick movement. Harry gasped at the quick intrusion and Kingsley groaned, bucking at the sudden envelopment.

"Oh fuck. Fuck me. You are so fucking huge. Just gimme a...oh." Harry twisted a bit, grinding. "Fuck yes." Harry twisted a bit more, working himself around the cock deep inside him, stretching him to his limits, riding out the burn of intrusion.

"Harry! You little cock tease. So tight."

"Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck me. Fuck me Kingsley."

"What happened to fucking yourself on me?"

"You! Now fucking fuck me!"

Kingsley slowly picked up the hem of the quidditch jersey and tucked it behind Harry's cock so he could see everything, unwilling to have Harry remove it. Then he slowly worked his big hands around Harry's waist to grasp a firm buttock each, caressing the silky fabric covering them. He abruptly gripped them, raised Harry and brought him down hard as he simultaneously thrust up as hard as he could. He hit Harry's prostate dead on, wringing a yell from his boyfriend.

That first thrust set the pace, a brutal pounding that offset the lazier rhythm in Kingsley's own ass. The dildo hit his own prostate on every fourth movement, so it wouldn't be too much longer, prompting him to take the smaller man's flushed pink cock and stroke it hard. And Harry, Harry was still grinding despite the roughness of the fucking, his ass constricting and twisting around Kingsley, milking him, sucking the orgasm from him as if it had been Harry's hot mouth claiming him instead. But tighter, and hotter and he was wearing that tight fucking jersey and those matching panties and...
"Harry!" And Kingsley was coming, coming hard inside of that confining heat, coming so much that it was spilling back out to coat his balls and Harry, Harry, Harry.

Kingsley was so overwhelmed by his orgasm that he almost missed Harry orgasming with him, shuddering and spilling his come onto Kingsley's chest to create a contrast of pearly white and chocolate brown. He didn't miss Harry collapsing to the side, or a minute later when Harry bent his dark, shaggy head to Kingsley's chest to lap up his own come. Even after such an intense orgasm his spent penis gave a twitch of approval. Harry threw the dildo to the side table and moved up to snuggle into the crook of Kingsley's arm.

"Wow," said Kingsley. "Thank you."

"Don't mention it."

There was silence for a moment, then, "So, how long have you..." Harry was delighted to see that blush for a second time.

"I've always had a thing for quidditch uniforms. Um, my first sexual encounter was in the quidditch locker room."

"Can I ask who i-"

"No."

Harry reached over his boyfriend to grasp the thing Kingsley had been fondling when he first walked in. "And the," Harry leaned over to peer at the box on the table, "Fabulous Official Magically Animated Harry Potter: Boy-Who-Lived, Fully-Articulated Collectible Action Figure?"

"Uh, the guys at work got it for me when it first hit the news that we were dating. A bit of hazing, you know?" Kingsley looked distinctly uncomfortable.

"Um-hmm," Harry said as Kingsley began to ease.

"So how do you explain the fact that the uniform and broom are sold separately?" That blush again. Picking on Kingsley was fun.

"Ah."

"Kinky little sod aren't you?"

"Hey!" Kingsley rolled over, pinning Harry to the bed with his weight. "There is no little about it. And that's Mr. Kinky sod to you."

"How about My kinky sod?" Harry gave Kingsley a kiss.

"That works too."

"Love you."

"I must love you too considering the grief I endure just to get into your knickers."

"You must," Harry agreed, sleepiness slurring his voice. They dozed for a while and were almost asleep when Harry sniggered.

"What?"

"I dress up in women's lingerie and you play with dolls."

"And?"

"It really is true. There is someone for everyone."

"Oh hush you pervy panty wearer."

"So does that mean you don't want me to acquire a Montrose Magpies official cheerleading uniform?"

"Sorry. Mr. Pervy panty wearer."

"S'what I thought."


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