Rain

This is the second installment in the Seasons of Debauchery Series. There will be only one more installment in this series called “Blizzard”.

This installment skips periodically between Harry’s point of view and Percy’s point of view. It shouldn’t be too hard to figure out who is who though because I think I made it pretty clear. Happy reading and don’t forget to review.




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Rain


Harry loved the rain.


It felt like the world was being cleansed, washed pure of all negativity. It was so quiet
when it rained, the world standing still to consider and awe at nature’s bounty.


He sat in the bay window of his room, following the trickles of water on the windowpane with his finger. He was alone in Number 12 Grimmauld Place and he sighed because it wasn’t the first time.


The Order didn’t want him walking by himself in public because there were death eaters still free and they might attack him as misguided retribution against Voldermort.


Everyone was staying at Grimmauld Place and it was hard to find a quiet moment in the midst of the Order, the Weasleys, Hermione and Ron constantly snogging in corners, Ginny following him around with lovesick eyes, and Snape sneering at him from the library doors.


He shifted as the sharp pinch in his cock made him wince. He was always hard these days. Living with the object of his fantasies wasn’t easy.


He still wasn’t sure if Percy was even gay; his eyes never lingered on any one more than the others.


Harry’s eyes lingered though, making hot tracks in that peaches and cream skin. He knew that other people had noticed the way he looked at Percy, the way he couldn’t help following that unconsciously sexy way he walked across a room, the way his mouth would fill with saliva when he watched Percy put something in that rosebud pink orifice.


Gritting his teeth, Harry decided to take matters into his own hands, so to speak. The scrape of the zipper was loud in the silent room and the arching of his back was involuntary as he finally touched his cock.


He was finished with his eight year at Hogwarts and at nineteen Harry was a healthy, horny teenager. It didn’t matter to him that the object of his fantasies was four years older than him, and a guy at that. He had known for some time that he preferred the male persuasion, specifically Percy.


Slathering the leaking precum on his throbbing shaft, he threw his head back. He didn’t need to be quiet when there was no one home. He didn’t need to stifle the loud groans and cries of pleasure that he could feel welling up inside him.


Harry moaned, his hand teasing his nipples, pinching and pulling them through his t shirt. “Ughh…..y- yesss,” he moaned feeling his orgasm building.


A noise from the doorway caught his attention. ‘Not now‘, he thought with a groan. He turned his head slightly, and there in the open doorway was a very shocked, very aroused Percy, staring at him, hands hovering over the obvious bulge in his pants as if unsure what to make of it.


Harry smirked. It seemed that Percy was gay after all. He could have some fun here, teasing the dazed man. He closed his eyes and indulged in his fantasies once more.


“Ahhh! Yeah, like that! Merlin, your arse is so hot, so tight, Percy! So greedy. You’re a little slut, aren’t you? My little slut. I’ve been dreaming of this moment for a while.


You like this, don’t you? Pushed over the kitchen table, pants around your ankles, arse on display, being ploughed again and again by my cock.”


There was a rustle and a whimper from the door, and Harry opened his eyes slightly, restraining a gasp at the sight he saw.


Percy had his hand firmly down his pants and his eyes were focused on Harry’s hand on his cock as it continued up, down and stroking his precum all over.


Harry moaned, his hand faltering. He had to touch that cock, see it, and feel it. He rose and stalked towards the wide eyed Percy. He smirked down at the sputtering man. A jumbled outpouring told him all he needed to know.


“I- I was…done with the bookstore so I c-came home early. I w-wanted to talk to you and the door was open so…. I s- saw. I didn’t mean to b- but the door”, Harry could see those blue eyes fill with tears and those hands fumble out of his pants.


“It’s alright Percy. You know what this means though, don’t you? I’m not going to let you just walk away. You were touching yourself, looking at me while I wanked. You wanted it, was greedy for a taste weren’t you?” He slid an arm around that slender waist and brought the man close, nosing that arching neck.


“N-no. I just wanted to talk b-but you were touching yourself and I couldn’t help it. I-I know you watch me; everyone can see you watching me. It’s embarrassing you know, being watched that way by someone younger than me. You- you shouldn’t watch me like that. I’m your senior and one of the Weasleys. We’re your family, you shouldn’t think of us like that”, Percy stuttered out defiantly lifting his head like a tiny kitten arching its back at a big dog.


Harry couldn’t help but grin as he took in the fumbling red haired man. “The time for talk, for excuses is over now Percy. I always get what I want and this time what I want is you.”


Percy gasped as his mouth was taken forcefully and then moaned. He had always wondered what it would be like for the leering black haired man to touch him, kiss him. It was better than his wildest dreams!


He leaned shivering in those strong tanned arms as they tightened around his lithe frame. He was overwhelmed with lust, drenched in desire. Percy had never felt anything like this before.


Those insidious hands didn’t stay at his waist however but roamed all over his back. He found himself keening into the kiss as those long elegant fingers kneaded into the muscles of his arse.


He knew his face must be fiery red and he couldn’t help but hold on to Harry’s shoulders when the kiss ended.


He panted heavily and shivered again as Harry’s hot breath fell on his face. He was no virgin but all his sexual experiences so far had never been this intense, this consuming.


His cock was painfully hard and erect in his pants. He knew that Harry must feel it, pressed close together as they were.


He squirmed in embarrassment. He could say that he didn’t want the black haired man but his body betrayed him.


He gasped in exhilaration as that hot wet mouth lashed the tender cords of his neck before suckling at his flesh like a vampire.


“N-no”, He tried to give a token protest just to show he didn’t want it. He knew that he failed to convince Harry of that when he was propelled backwards into the room and shoved lightly onto the emerald and black goose down comforter.


He landed and bounced a little before laying spread out across the bed like a wonton sacrifice. He knew that he wanted Harry, had wanted him ever since he had grown into his impressive 6 foot height and lithe rolling muscles, Harry Potter’s body was a work of art and Percy honestly didn’t know why he wanted him.


As far as Percy could see he wasn’t good enough for Harry. Harry was beautiful, powerful and rich. He was skinny and red-haired and poor.


He had wanted to make something of himself but his family hadn’t appreciated his attempts to better himself. They called him a traitor and said he was a suck up. He still grew bitter sometimes when he thought of the prejudice his family had against the rich culturally affiliated purebloods he had become friends with.


He was brought back from his musings at the feel of a cool draft across his body. Looking down, Percy gasped. He was naked and he hadn’t even known when it was happening. Looking up he had to remind himself to keep breathing as he took in the truly gorgeous form of one naked Harry Potter.


Thick padded muscles covered his tanned chest and cinnamon colored nipples topped it. A sparse trail of curly black hair led down to an impressively thick and long cock purpled and leaking. He felt his eyes widen as it jerked under his gaze.


“Mine”, the words came out in a growl before Harry literally pounced. It seemed to Percy that Harry’s mouth was everywhere.


It was sucking at his bottom lip, nibbling at his arched throat, laving at his tender nipples and delving into his belly button. Those hands weren’t exactly idle either. It seemed that Harry had made it his mission to find every erogenous spot on Percy’s body.


Percy knew he must look silly with his mouth opened wide to accommodate the great gasps of air he seemed to need. Every time he took a breath it seemed that Harry wanted to steal it from him.


He felt like he was in a fog of lust, Fingers caressing his sensitive entrance made his eyes widen. He gasped and arched as they slid into his grasping hole. He felt hot all over and he found himself begging in broken gasps for more and deeper and harder.


His face burned as he realized he must sound like the slut Harry had accused him of being earlier while he wanked.


He couldn’t bring himself to care however when the fingers stretching him wide brushed against something inside if him that made him see stars. He had heard about men coming from having their prostate rubbed but he had never felt it before.


He squirmed and shuddered and fucked himself on the fingers inside him for a few seconds before he realized that Harry had stopped thrusting them.


Looking up into dilated eyes with a sliver of emerald surrounding them, he stilled. This was like looking into the face of the sun. Dazzling and beautiful and made to be worshipped.


Harry wanted him.


He had tried to give himself reasons and excuses why he should never give them a chance. He had tried to ignore that hot gaze etching dirty thoughts into his skin. He had known all along that it was futile.


“Please fuck me. Just fuck me. I’m tired of waiting”, Percy stoked a hand across Harry’s stubbled jaw line. He was rewarded when the fingers were removed and a larger blunt object took its place.


He withered helplessly as the cock slid into him. It was bigger than anything he’d ever taken before and the pleasure and pain threatened to overwhelm him. He distantly heard himself making broken gasps and felt hard muscles under his hands as he clawed at Harry’s back.


“Easy… you can take it. You can take me”, Harry bore down and bottomed out inside the tight suffocating heat. Percy was everything he’d dreamed about. He was so defiant at first but when Harry pushed, he’d melted in his arms like butter.


The expressions of ecstasy on the red haired man’s face had Harry staring wide eyed, not wanting to miss a single one. He was a dream of ivory and cream skin that blushed pink. It was so soft and responsive to the touch that Harry wanted to pet him all over.


Looking down at that wide pink mouth and rolling blue eyes, Harry knew that he had hit the jackpot. He had found the one for him. He had hoped and wondered and fantasized that Percy would one day give into him but he had never thought it would be so poignant a moment.


He hissed as Percy shifted beneath him, silently letting him know it was okay to move. He started slow and began to build up a rhythm to the sound of Percy’s moans. He’d always hoped that the red haired man would be vocal in bed and he was right.


It was both exciting and humbling to hear the babbling cries that Percy gave forth. He shivered and shook and periodically held tight to Harry’s neck only to let go when he grew too weak to hold on.


A line of drool escaped that slack bubblegum pink mouth and blue eyes were squeezed shut as if bracing for impact.


Harry was drawn to that line of glistening saliva and he licked it clean before capturing Percy’s lips in another mind blowing kiss. Tongues dueled and teeth clacked in a shivering pain that only heightened the pleasure coursing through their veins.


He groaned into the kiss, pulling away as he felt the tingle in the base of his spine that signaled his coming orgasm.


He refused to come before Percy and reaching down, started to jack the swollen red member drooling between the red head’s thighs. A keening wail heralded Percy’s orgasm and the sticky rush of cum coated Harry’s hand.


He gave a gasping groan as Percy became crushingly tight and seemed to suck the cum right out of him. He dry sobbed as he thrust frantically, erratically into that hot viselike grip before spilling in a wet rush.


He collapsed next to Percy after pulling out and admiring the dripping, clenching hole leaking his cum in a steady flow.


Once he’d caught his breath Harry leaned over and looked at the still lightly panting red head. Smiling widely, he traced a finger down that elegant cheekbone. Crimson eyelashes fluttered and revealed sapphire eyes.


“Rainy days are meant to be spent in bed. Maybe, on a sunny day we could go out sometime”, Harry looked into Percy’s dazed eyes and watched as they filled with delight.


“I’d like that. But I think I like rainy days more”, Percy smiled beatifically at the hopeful black haired man and was rewarded with a slight leer.


He supposed he could handle a leering Harry Potter if he had to. After all, he’d made a rainy day truly appealing spent in bed.