HPatHC 37

Extra warning: This makes no sense if you haven't read the story Harry Potter and the Host Club on my FFN account (so I'd suggest reading it so this makes sense!). Seriously, this was written after 250 thousand words of actual plot. Well, I mean, you can still read it, but... it is technically a part of that story. Sort of.

“So, how does it feel to be a graduate?” Harry asked with a grin. Takashi shrugged – there was little difference – but Harry didn't believe him. “Oh come on, everyone is always looking forward to leaving high school, don't tell me there's not anything you want to do now that you're out of Ouran.” He pouted rather dramatically, but Takashi wasn't buying into it.

“College,” was all he said, and Harry slumped. Right. College; he'd forgotten about that. After Hogwarts there was no further education without an apprenticeship unless someone was going to the auror academy or another specialized field that provided that education. And no rich people in the wizarding world cared to do anything other than run the family business, which is what most people did in the first place.

“It's still going to be a lot different than high school,” grumbled the erstwhile Vanquisher. “And I dunno if anyone else told you, but,” he leaned closer to his boyfriend on the couch, “I have you all to myself tonight.”

Takashi raised a brow and Harry elucidated. Apparently everyone in his family was finishing the planning for a graduation ball for Takashi and Hani that would take place the following evening, and neither of those being celebrated were allowed to be involved.

So Harry volunteered to keep Takashi... occupied for the evening. Upon volunteering, Sirius had giggled, but that was far beyond the point.

If Takashi understood what Harry was getting at, he did a very good job of not showing it. Instead he just gave Harry a far-too-chaste kiss on the lips. He sighed and got up from the couch, pulling at Takashi to get up with him.

“There's something up in my room that I want to show you; last time you were up there we were a bit preoccupied,” he remembered their first kiss quite well, “and I think it's something you ought to see.” Takashi gave him a speculative look. “I promise, it's amazing, okay? I'll let you borrow that book on the three Buddha and Daibutsu (1) if you come upstairs with me.”

Harry decided that Takashi had to be dense not to catch the connotations of the invitation, but it seemed that he really was. He certainly wasn't that great of an actor. Probably thinking more of wanting to read about those statues than anything more... interesting.

College indeed, Harry sighed mentally, but he continued to lead Takashi up to his room. He was highly tempted, when Takashi made an attempt, to give up and allow himself to be snogged up against a wall. But if Takashi couldn't catch on to what he was up to, than he deserved to be treated with the same degree of density, even if Harry's really was feigned. So when Takashi “happened” to make a move to pin Harry to the wall, the wizard played dumb and “accidentally” slipped Takashi's grasp as if the action had gone completely unnoticed.

“Hurry up, you really do need to see this!” Harry let go of Takashi's hand, just to taunt at the failed attempt, and trotted a few steps further down the hall until he was almost at the door to his room. He turned back to look at Takashi. “Well?”

Takashi seemed to sigh internally, perhaps a bit miffed (maybe he hadn't been that oblivious after all?) but followed Harry regardless. Harry couldn't withhold the impish grin as he led Takashi into his bedroom for the second time ever, but, as he was the one leading, Takashi had no chance to see the expression.

Instead, Harry led him to the large window that just so happened to be next to his bed, and the scent changing candle (which currently smelled of chocolate for some reason). The view was impressive, certainly, but it wasn't what Harry had brought Takashi upstairs to see.

That was about when Harry tackled Takashi onto his bed – bouncing while straddling Takashi's waist, he decided, was more fun than having his pseudo-family bouncing on his bed while he slept – and grinned at the moment of surprised flailing. Okay, so attacking a martial artist out of the blue wasn't exactly the smartest thing to do, but Harry didn't get hit or anything, so he counted it as a success.

Especially when Takashi started giving him a look that could only be construed as hungry.

“D'you like it?” Harry grinned deviously. Takashi perked a brow, so Harry continued. “The ceiling. Wonderful view, isn't it?” Harry didn't have to look up to know that the ceiling was currently going into twilight, and quite prettily at that. He had seen it enough, considering it was his room.

Takashi responded by dragging Harry's head down – a first, that – and snogging him breathless. He also just so happened to flip their positions so that Harry was on his back. Not that Harry minded, as his bed was comfy, but it was a rather gutsy move... okay, not really. Harry grinned up at Takashi as he took his breath back in and took great pride in pressing up to his boyfriend as close as possible.

If nothing else, it showed Takashi how interested he was in the proceedings, though he did have to hold back a moan as he felt the same interest was quite returned. Note to self: grinding feels very very good.

“You sure there's nothing you want to do now you've graduated?” Harry offered, using his sleek physique to pull Takashi down onto the bed with him. Takashi was more than a little surprised, obviously, and Harry couldn't blame him. Takashi tended to be the voice of reason in their relationship, and if Harry happened to do something that Takashi felt that Harry might regret in the middle of their snogging sessions, he would pull away.

Harry may not like it, but it was the truth. And as Harry had yet to lose his mind to Takashi's special brand of neck torture – also known as a hickey – there was no excuse for Takashi to think that Harry didn't want to do anything. Even if it was obvious that he was thinking with his southern head, it could not be said that the other could not be in use as well.

For now.

Harry leaned up and pulled Takashi back to snogging. At the first indication that Takashi was going to pull away, Harry rotated his hips in hopes of dissuading him and moaned at the friction. He could also feel Takashi withholding his own moan.

But he also got what he wanted. Takashi took charge of the kiss and his hands – which had previously been somewhere over Harry's head as he propped himself up – moved away and to far more useful places. Harry, philanthropic as he was, reciprocated this by removing his hand from Takashi's shoulders and neck in favor of playing with the buttons on Takashi's shirt.

Funny how playing with the buttons just so happened to get them undone. Oh well, Takashi had quite a few buttons on his shirt for Harry to play with, so he wasn't going to have idle hands. Though he was tempted to give it up as a bad job when Takashi finally decided to be adventurous.

He was a bit busy moaning though, and couldn't be bothered to reevaluate which was more important in the debate of shirts vs pants.

Not that they'd never done any of this before. Harry had discovered quite a few of the things that Takashi learned from his semi-secret stash of yaoi manga in the past months. But only the tidbits pertaining to foreplay, and nothing more intensive than simple grinding; he couldn't help it if he was horny, and he certainly felt ready to do more interesting things.

(He tried very hard not to recall that Sirius mentioned losing it to a Ravenclaw a year older than he was when he was fourteen; he did not need to think of his godfather in such a moment, no matter how supportive the man had been regarding every aspect of the relationship that he had dared butt his head in.)

Takashi pulled away, and Harry didn't even bother bemoaning the loss when he already knew what was coming next. By this point he was certain that the hickey on collar was never going to leave, not that he particularly wanted it to.

It was also at this time that he managed to undo the last button of Takashi's shirt and pulled the tails free from the belt. This time Harry was disappointed that Takashi pulled away, but not for more than a moment as a certain annoying shirt and its more annoying counterpart – the dreaded undershirt – were tossed away. Takashi's return heralded Harry's ability to shamelessly grope his boyfriend. Sinewy muscles rippled almost unconsciously to his touch, feather-light and teasing.

The reply – a rather daring hand that snuck under Harry's lower back and squeezed his ass, definitely a new move – just made him grin and pull Takashi into yet another kiss. Or try to. Takashi seemed more interested in pulling off Harry's shirts, and really, who was he to complain?

Though as soon as the offending articles of clothing had been removed, Harry was more than happy to go back to exploring Takashi's muscular structure. Takashi, however, proved that he really was feeling daring this evening. Harry moaned as Takashi's lips caressed skin below his collar for once and Harry rotated his hips just so as an extra response.

He was fairly certain that he had just killed all sentient thought in Takashi's brain, considering his seemed to die for a moment there as well, but he couldn't be entirely certain. Takashi still seemed far too capable of giving himself a limit of how far he was going to go.

Harry was fairly certain that he killed that idea before it had room to grow properly by swiftly undoing the button on Takashi's pants and his belt buckle. There was no way he was going to let Takashi misinterpret him. He was quite deliberate in arching up against Takashi, pointing out quite clearly that they both wanted it and it was not just Harry's wand in his pocket (he had dropped it on the night stand before tackling Takashi, thank you very much).

After another moment of lost sentience that Harry attributed to that wonderful sensation known as friction, Takashi seemed to finally lose all reticence. Harry found himself pressed more firmly into the mattress than Takashi had ever allowed himself to push Harry into the wall, and he quite liked it.

Though his hand was now trapped between his hip and Takashi's since he'd been going for Takashi's zipper at that point. Ah well, he found Takashi's hand joining his soon enough, and his own pants were shucked in a far faster movement than Harry had suspect his boyfriend would use. Unfortunately, Takashi also deprived him use of his hands and lost use of only one of his own in the process.

Likely another yaoi manga thing, but as soon as Takashi's lips brushed his nipple he completely forgot the unfairness of such a move and moaned. It was no secret between the two that Harry generally preferred getting hickeys... he soon decided that this was a far better use for Takashi mouth as he moved away with one last bite and turned his attention to the other.

It wasn't exactly a new discovery, but in Harry's opinion, Takashi reading yaoi manga was a very very good thing. The cold sting of air on the one nipple now coated in a sheen of saliva contrasting the other (which Takashi was doing an absolutely phenomenal job of coaxing) caused a shudder to wrack all through Harry's body which he could feel all the way from the tips of his fingers – even though the wrists were pinned by Takashi's off hand – to his toes.

That shudder just so happened to turn into a buck that inspired Takashi to release the now-perky nipple in favor of sucking a trail back up Harry's chest and neck to bit down on his ear lobe. Somehow, it just wasn't as nice as having his nipples attacked, but Harry still moaned a throaty “Takashi” into the ear that just so happened to be hovering just a bit above his own mouth.

Dammit, he wanted to use his hands again. He was quite certain that he could show Takashi just how torturous this was if he could just get one hand free! But, sadly, there was no such luck, and he had to endure another slow trail of kissing, biting, and sucking as Takashi descended once more.

This time his made it below Harry's rib cage and slowly traced the moderately-visible depressions of the flesh that, while not particularly sensitive, still went up in happy goose-flesh at the feather-light touch.

That was about when Harry realized that he actually was getting his just desserts for doing the exact same motion to Takashi – minus the godly mouth work of course – and an instant later his hands were free... most likely because Takashi couldn't both nibble on his stomach and hold his hands stationary at the same time rather than any overwhelming sense of philanthropy...

Harry would take it. His hand immediately migrated, one to the back Takashi's head and the other to the lowest point of Takashi's back that he could reach. Given their current position, it wasn't much, but it was better than having his hand captive.

Takashi's hand slid slowly down Harry's sides, raising more goose-flesh and sending a very happy shudder through him, though he managed to not buck this time. Instead he allowed the hands to continue blazing a trail down his sides before coming to rest on his thighs, just under his boxers.

Just what was in those yaoi manga? Not that it wasn't magnificent... but it was pure torture.

Even worse, Takashi chose that moment to return to snogging the daylights out of Harry, his hand sliding up a few inches to rest on Harry's slim hips, and the material of the boxers bunching up significantly higher than they had been to start.

When Takashi pulled his mouth off of Harry's again, backing his body away ever so slightly, Harry moved in for the kill. He loved this sort of torture, especially when compared to other varieties of torture he'd been subjected to, but Merlin if he had to endure too much more he wondered if sentient thought would exist at all. A carnal existence may be nice, but somehow the idea of becoming a brainless fool wasn't appealing. He much preferred torturing Takashi.

Unfortunately, this was not an option unless he wanted to get the same treatment. No, Harry wanted the proper attention now. He pressed his hand against Takashi's groin, squeezing slightly. The sight of Takashi trying to hold back whatever reaction his body demanded to that action made Harry highly curious... but instead of repeating, he went for the main target of his attack and tugged down Takashi's zipper.

Then he did repeat, only this time he could feel what he was squeezing and he quite liked it. If the way that Takashi was looking at him – as though he were something particularly tasty and Takashi hadn't eaten in a week – were any indicator, Harry wasn't the only one enjoying the sensations. Well, Harry knew he wasn't getting the half of it.

A new flare of tingling response caused Harry's body to quiver as Takashi pressed in on him again, pinning him to the bed. He wondered stupidly if he was seeing stars – he was, on the ceiling, though he didn't realize it – and groaned. Loudly.

“Takashi... pants off. Now,” the near-direct contact had left him a bit... less talkative than usual. Or, rather, he couldn't think to string together a proper sentence. Still, the trousers joined Harry's and both their shirts on the floor, so Harry didn't really have to think much of it.

Two pairs of boxers followed an instant later.

With his erection bared to the seemingly chilly room, Harry shuddered and arched. It was slightly wet, and the air seemed bitterly cold all of a sudden. Arching brought a whole new realm of feeling as Takashi met his arch and Harry got some of the full on contact he had wanted.

Oh yes, friction was a gift from the gods. Whatever deity came up with that part of physics must have been a genius far surpassing Newton or Einstein.

Beyond getting naked, Harry actually had no idea what to do. But he was quite happy to arch further into Takashi and gain further friction as he moved slowly, rocking. One of Takashi's hands made its way back behind him again and squeezed his ass the same as before. Not for the first time that night, nor the last, Harry moaned, and that moan was swallowed as Takashi seemed to finally decide it was high time to devour Harry's mouth.

Apparently it was also high time to stick his finger up Harry's ass. Feeling almost drunk, it took Harry a couple of seconds to realize why his boyfriend would do that of all things (the lag might also have had to do with Takashi flicking his tongue just so and a certain amount of friction that had decided to acquaint itself with Harry's penis). But it wasn't unpleasant and he relaxed around the digit.

Then a second finger was added, and while that in and of itself wasn't painful, it was the stretching that made Harry uncomfortable. He could feel his boyfriend's deft fingers scissoring and he tried to relax again, but it was a completely alien sensation that made him squirm.

Squirming, however, led to friction and a lack of sentient thought, so Harry wasn't going to complain even when a third finger was added – which really did hurt – as he was a bit more distracted by the pleasure and how close he was -

And suddenly the fingers were gone and so was the friction and Takashi's lips. Harry practically whined in frustration until he realized that Takashi was still hovering over him, eyes slightly glazed, pupils dilated, and looking every inch as edible as his gaze seemed to imply Harry was.

“Roll over,” Takashi whispered softly. The lack of external stimulus sped Harry's thought processes up a bit and he obeyed, trying not to tense up. One of his far-too-many pillows had been placed under him without his noticing, but as soon as he felt a prodding at his backside the pillow didn't really matter. Even less so as he felt Takashi's rather insistent and slick-feeling prick up against his hole, which he was trying not to tense.

Intellectually, Harry knew that it was supposed to hurt (he felt so huge!) and that, unlike a band-aid, going quickly wouldn't help in the least bit and would, in fact, hurt a lot more than slowly. That didn't stop him from wanting to get rid of the pain. He liked the butterfly-torture as he had christened it, the pleasurable barely-there touches that drove him up the wall. Actual pain... not so much.

Rather than tense up the afflicted area, Harry used the tried and true method of dental patients everywhere. He clenched his fists around the pillow situated under his hips, curled his toes, and tensed any muscles but the ones that would just make it hurt more.

With Takashi situated, Harry squirmed, trying to grow a bit more accustomed to the sensation and getting his muscles to stop trying to clench. He was also making Takashi clench the blankets fiercely and fight to keep himself in control from the friction these little squirms were causing. Not that Harry could see him of course, but in a few seconds he declared himself ready as ever and quit the adjustments.

The steady breath that Takashi released was one of relief, but again, Harry didn't know this.

One large hand was resting on Harry's hip, the fingers just barely close enough to caress his sack as Takashi pulled out, the other hand lightly brushing Harry's stomach. Harry let out a little moan, and rocked back as Takashi slowly pressed forward again. The hand on his stomach was soon grazing his abs with short nails while the second hand gave Harry some small fraction of the friction that made his mind go fuzzy. Takashi pulled away again and rested his head in the crook of Harry's neck, his breathing suddenly ragged to Harry's ears as he began kissing, sucking, biting, and licking whatever flesh he found.

Another slow thrust, and another, before Harry told Takashi to go faster. He got a low moan and a harder thrust in response.

“Harry,” Takashi whispered before taking Harry's earlobe and massaging it with his lips and tongue; it seemed more intimate now than before. Another, harder thrust that made Harry gasp and wriggle a bit, which, in return, made Takashi moan and pull back again. Harry rocked back to meet the next thrust and gasped for a completely different reason.

Takashi had hit something – Harry's hazy mind recalled from his medical studies that that was about where the prostate gland would be – and the world exploded. Harry released yet another throaty moan and may have said something, but he wasn't entirely certain.

The combined stimuli of Takashi practically devouring his neck, the slowly increasing tempo of thrusts, and the way that he still managed to have enough grasp on himself to lavish attention on Harry's weeping erection made Harry completely forget that he was in any sort of pain (never mind whatever pain he would feel after). Suddenly all the mattered was Takashi and pleasure, which were too very good things come to think of it.

Oh, and that wonderful place that Takashi hit with nearly every thrust that made the world explode. That was a very important thing as well.

“Faster,” Harry gasped as he rocked back into Takashi again. The next thrust hit that spot head-on and Harry was fairly certain that he discovered an entirely new range of colors. Three consecutive thrusts hit that exact same place, and by then Harry was certain that he wasn't the only one fighting a losing battle against coming.

One particularly hard thrust hit his prostate just as Takashi's thumb brushed the slit of Harry's penis, and that was the end. Harry wasn't sure whether it was his orgasm or the fact that the world just so happened to explode simultaneous to his orgasm, but he couldn't hold back a rather loud cry of his lover's name.

He felt Takashi come in him, but he didn't particularly mind as he slowly came down from the natural high that he really really enjoyed. If that was the first time... he shuddered in anticipation of future ventures when they both had a better idea of exactly what to do.

Only caring enough about the mess to reach over Takashi to pick up his wand from the bed stand and vanish the sticky stuff, Harry forced Takashi to join him under the covers and simply basked in the afterglow, completely ensconced in the arms of his lover and equally naked.

“Love you, Takashi,” he purred quietly, burrowing his head into Takashi's shoulder and relaxing.

Oh yes, he could get used to this.

Author's Note: Right, so I had to edit it a bit to fit with the AFF standards blahblahblah, wrote this like, a year ago as an xmas gift for a friend. My first lemon ever, so... hopefully it wasn't completely dreadful?

(1) I'm such a loser, putting a footnote in this... but the three buddha statues are kept in a temple where no one actually sees them, while replicas are shown to the public at a festival, and Daibutsu is a giant buddha statue in Nara in this enormous temple. It's cool.