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James flicked the lights on as he bustled into the bedroom with his box of tools. He kicked the door shut behind him, unconcerned with the sleeping boy on the bed. There was no need to worry. Neither the sudden illumination nor the slam of the door stirred the child from the potion-induced sleep. Harry slept on entirely unawares as he had done every night since his seventh birthday a week ago.
James hummed to himself, a jaunty little tune, and set the box on the floor then sat himself at the foot of the bed. An anticipatory smile spread across his face as he stretched over to fold down the covers Harry slept under. His boy continued to sleep, pale cheeks flushed with warmth and plump pink lips slightly parted.
“Hello, sweetheart,” James said aloud, not bothering to lower his voice. Then he bent down and pressed a light, chaste kiss to Harry’s unresponsive mouth. Soon, he hoped, that lovely little mouth would press back.
The potion he’d given Harry before sending him off to bed was a special blend he and Sirius had worked on over a few years. It was strong enough to keep a person asleep but allowed some room for susceptibility, for strong suggestion. Harry would hear if not react to or remember James’s voice; his subconscious mind would slowly retain James’s words and touches until Harry’s thoughts and reactions would mold themselves to James’s satisfaction. He had plans and all the patience in the world to raise his boy just right.
He slipped his hands under Harry’s racing broom pajamas, marveling at the smooth, warm skin of his soft stomach. He didn’t think he could ever tire of touching as much of his son as he pleased.
“You always feel so nice,” James said, a smile in his voice as he pushed the pajama top up and over Harry’s head. He tossed the shirt aside and made quick work of the boy’s bottoms and undies.
James took a moment to admire Harry’s naked body, resisting the urge to touch all that pale, unblemished skin. He’d inherited his fair complexion from Lily, a delight for James almost as much as his eyes.
James bent down to dig a potion bottle out of the box he’d brought with him. He’d been increasing the dosage of the antidote to the sleeping potion little by little, making Harry’s body just slightly more prone to feeling and sensitivity. James did so want Harry to feel the pleasure James gave him.
He unstoppered the bottle and held it out, then drew out his wand with his free hand and tapped the glass. Pale lavender liquid rose upward like liquid rope. James carefully siphoned the antidote through the air and directed it toward Harry. He tossed the bottle aside and reached out to press his fingers between Harry’s soft lips, opening his mouth enough for the liquid to pool inside. Harry reflexively swallowed. He was used to this procedure by now. James followed that up with plain water to chase away the taste.
James stood to divest himself of his own robe (having worn nothing underneath) and rummaged through the box for a couple more items while he waited for the potion to take effect. Then he sat back down right beside his son’s bare legs. He stroked Harry’s skinny thighs idly, watching intently until the boy shivered and gooseflesh spread across his skin.
James smiled. “Hello, little love,” he said affectionately. “Shall we play again tonight?”
Harry lips parted on an inhale.
“As you wish.”
James uncapped a bottle of oil that served as both lubrication and aphrodisiac, turning idle touch to pleasant sensation. It was a potent mixture, a recipe that Remus had brought back from one of his trips. The oil was almost too cloyingly sweet, but Harry had responded so beautifully to it the first time he’d used it that it was easy to ignore the scent.
He dipped a finger into it and brought it to Harry’s left nipple, massaging the oil into it until the little nub was pert and eager. Harry shivered again.
“That feels good, doesn’t it?” James said, gently rolling and tugging at the nub. “You enjoy having your tits played with. Such a naughty boy I have. But that’s all right, that’s perfect.”
He dipped his finger into the oil again and moved on to the right side.
“It makes you feel extra good, right?” James asked conversationally as Harry twitched beneath him, eyebrows knitting together. “I know you like how sensitive it makes you, how you can feel every little thing.”
James bent over and blew a cold breath across Harry’s chest. Harry shuddered more heavily.
“Shh, darling, no need to be so impatient. Papa will take care of you.”
James set the bottle on the nightstand and then took both nipples in hand. He rolled and pulled pinched, the skin slick beneath his fingers, until Harry’s nipples were bright red and beginning to swell.
“That looks a bit painful,” James commented, watching Harry squirm beneath his hands, his little face scrunched up. “But whatever my darling son wants, he gets, and Papa knows how much you like this. Look at you making such a sweet face. You can’t even hide your pleasure. Well, there’s no need for that anyway. Show me how much you like it.”
James lifted Harry off the mattress by his nipples. A weak whimper slipped from the boy.
James chuckled as he released him, the bed hardly bouncing with his slight weight.
“Already moaning, are we? We haven’t even started. That’s all right. Make all the happy sounds you like, sweetheart.”
James shuffled up. He climbed onto the bed properly, holding himself over Harry on his arms and knees. He dipped his head to pepper kisses over Harry’s little face, stroked fingers through his wild hair (soft from his bath), and finally slipped his tongue into Harry’s wet mouth. James took his time, savoring his sweet son’s mouth. He licked and sucked and bit until Harry’s breath became erratic, narrow chest heaving.
“Mm, you taste so good,” James huffed against Harry’s red, swollen lips. “Kisses are good, hm? You like when Papa kisses you all over.”
Harry’s face was red, hair a mess, mouth sinfully seductive.
“You look positively ravished, my darling,” James laughed. “But you haven’t had enough yet, I know. You’re not happy until Papa has been satisfied. But Papa likes taking his time with his favorite boy, so let’s practice some patience.”
James shuffled down, nosing at Harry’s slender neck. He kissed and licked and sucked there, too, enjoying the way Harry’s limbs twitched and jolted. Harry whimpered again.
James lifted his head, admired the set of bruises on Harry’s neck, and continued downward, biting and licking as he went. James always liked to mark his boy; they showed up so nicely on his pale skin with how easily he bruised. Harry was squirming under him now, distressed little sounds escaping him as his breath stuttered in his chest with every adoring bite James gifted him.
“You sound like a proper whore,” James chuckled lovingly. “Are you enjoying yourself? Good. Me, too.”
James pushed up, delighted with the red marks already standing out starkly, and shuffled lower. He sat back a bit, taking one tiny ankle in each hand and pushing Harry’s legs up and aside to rest on either side of him on the mattress. Harry’s milky thighs were a favorite place for him to mark. He set to work, dropping his head to nibble along the soft flesh of Harry’s inner thighs. His own breathing began to pick up as he lavished attention on the softly sweet skin beneath his mouth. He turned his head to bite at the other thigh, ignoring his growing arousal when Harry began to twitch and whine.
James reached for the oil again. This time, he coated two fingers and wrapped them around Harry’s little prick and began to stroke.
“How does that feel?” James asked, mouth pressed to the back of Harry’s thigh near his pert little tush. “It’s good, I know. You like being touched there so much. Look at your happy wriggling. But it’s not your favorite, is it? I know where you like to be touched best.”
James released Harry, letting his leg fall to the mattress. He eyed Harry’s hairless, glistening crotch hungrily, but now wasn’t the time to gift him that particular pleasure. James had yet to do so. No, Harry needed to learn things correctly.
He slipped off the bed and pulled Harry closer to the edge for better access. Then he took his dick and slapped it against Harry’s plump mouth. He rocked his hips a bit, sliding against those wet lips, rubbing against Harry’s nose.
“That’s a nice taste, isn’t it?” James said, relishing Harry’s hot breath. He reached over to idly tweak a nipple, earning another senseless whine. “You must love it, love the smell. Look at how you’re drooling for it. Let’s give you a little taste.”
He pinched Harry’s chin and tugged it down to open his mouth a bit and parted Harry’s mouth with the tip of his cock. James let it rest against Harry’s little tongue, precum leaking out into that wet heat.
“Fuck, Harry,” James groaned. “I’m going to fuck your throat one day. You’ll love it. You’ll love sucking Papa’s dick. You’re going to be a perfect little cocksucker.”
James forced himself to stop before he went too far. Pulling away from Harry’s mouth was the second most difficult thing he did during these visits. Leaving Harry’s ass unfucked was the first.
He took a moment to settle himself and then climbed back onto the bed. He wrapped his hands around Harry’s tiny waist, his fingers nearly encircling it entirely, and gently flipped him over. James adjusted Harry’s face so he could breathe and then reached for the oil again.
Harry’s body was still mostly relaxed in sleep despite James’s attentions, and the tip of James’s first finger slipped into Harry’s tight little hole easily. James lowered his head with a groan at the feel of it. He couldn’t help biting into the plump flesh of Harry’s asscheek. Harry jumped beneath him.
James laughed. “Liked that, did you? Sweetheart, I think you might be a proper little slut for pain. What do you think? Do you want Papa to hurt you good?”
James slipped two fingers in at once. Harry whined and panted, his twitching increasing to the point that James paused with his fingers buried in Harry’s ass to see if he’d wake. Harry was being much more responsive tonight. Had he increased the antidote dosage too much? But Harry settled down again after a few moments.
“There, it only takes a minute to adjust to it,” James said with satisfaction and began pumping his fingers in and out again. “Merlin, Harry, you should see how hungry your little bum is. It’s sucking my fingers in so easily. Let’s add a bit more oil… There, now, would you look at that. Three fingers are no trouble for you.”
James was mesmerized by how well Harry was doing. He’d been right to think that tonight was the night. In the beginning, he had wanted to fuck Harry probably on the night of his birthday, but he’d thought better of it. Even if James was perfectly capable of healing any damage, he didn’t want to cause unnecessary pain. No, he wanted Harry to enjoy this with him. He wanted their lovemaking to be sweet and everything Harry desired. So he opted to take his time, to show Harry all these pleasures of the flesh. And also to teach him what James liked, how to best please in bed. Harry would be the perfect lover.
James wrapped his free hand around his hard cock, not bothering with more oil. He gripped himself tightly, warming pleasantly where the remains of the oil on his fingers spread, and began to stroke himself in time with his thrusting, curling fingers.
“Fuck, Harry, you feel so wonderful,” James panted. “It’s tonight, darling. I know you’ve been wondering, wanting it. You’ve been such a good boy. So patient. Papa will give you what you want now.”
He pulled his fingers from Harry’s ass with slick pop and quickly flipped Harry onto his back again. His head lolled limply on the mattress. Lovebites the shape of James’s mouth dotted Harry’s skin from neck to knee. Harry’s pale skin was fully flushed red now; his sweet boy could be so shy. They’d have to work on his confidence.
“How lovely you are,” James sighed, running his hands along Harry’s ribs. “You’re beautiful like this, Harry, wearing my love all over your body. I love you, my boy. And I know you love me, too. But sometimes words aren’t enough. That’s why I show you my love like this. With every kiss and every touch. Now Papa will show you even more love.”
James spread Harry’s legs again, his pink hole winking wetly at him from between his cheeks.
“What a tease you are,” James said roughly. “Didn’t I already promise to fuck you? So eager and impatient. What shall we do with you? But I suspect you know full well that I will never deny you anything when you ask so sweetly.”
James took himself in hand and lined up with Harry’s hole. He pressed in slowly until the head of his dick popped through. Harry’s increased whimpering was entirely lost under the rush of pleasure that surged through James’s body.
He dropped his head down with a moan, his heart hammering in his chest as he gazed at where they were joined. James was not a small man, though he was not overly large, either. His penis was as long and thin as the rest of him. Still, Harry was positively tiny in comparison to his father. James’s hands enveloped the entirety of Harry’s hips. His twiggy legs flopped where they hung over James’s arms. Harry’s hole stretched almost painfully around James’s cock.
“But you like that, don’t you?” James huffed, pressing into the constricting heat slowly and ignoring the way Harry’s small feet kicked. “You like it to hurt a little. Pain with your pleasure. I can understand that. Hang in there a bit. It’ll feel good in a moment, I promise.”
James began to thrust gently, rocking his hips to push in deeper bit by bit.
“Oh, fuck, Harry,” James groaned. “You feel spectacular. How good you are for me. My good boy. How does your first cock feel, hm? Can you feel how nice it is? Can you feel Papa’s dick stuffing you full? You love it. I know you do. You don’t have to say it, I can hear your whorish moans loud and clear. So good for me, my little slut. It’s—fuck!—it’s nothing to be ashamed of to like sex. ”
James began to babble nothing but praise for his precious boy as he picked up the pace. His entire body was alight, pleasure trembling through him and centered where their bodies were joined.
Harry was nearly thrashing, head tossing back and forth, body jolting and jerking from James’s thrusts. Harry’s back arched up off the bed from how James was holding his hips up, but James could see his thin chest heaving as he gasped for breath. Tears glistened from the corners of his eyes.
His open eyes.
James froze with half his cock buried in his son’s ass.
Slivers of green peered out dazedly from beneath dark lashes. His red mouth was slack and drooling. Bright spots of color adorned his cheeks, rounded with baby fat. Every inch of his skin shimmered with a sheen of sweat from the efforts of their lovemaking.
“You’re so beautiful,” James whispered. “My beautiful boy. My favorite boy. My good boy.”
Harry’s gasping little breaths made his lips tremble.
“Shh, little love,” James said, reaching out with one hand to stroke his cheek. “It’s unbearable, isn’t it? How good it feels? I know. It’s better than I’d hoped. Look at how much you’re enjoying being fucked for the first time. But we’re not done yet. It’s still not over.”
James lowered them back onto the bed, Harry’s ass still hovering over the mattress from how he had to bend to accommodate James. James spread his hand over the bulge of his dick in his son’s stomach.
“You can take it,” James assured him. “You’re so talented. I know you can do this. Ready?”
James pressed deeper into that tight, welcoming heat. Tears streamed steadily from the corners of Harry’s eyes.
“Oh, shit, oh, Harry,” James sighed, his vision blurring as he pushed in deeper still, shaking with the indescribable intensity of their union. “Do you feel that? I told you Papa would make you feel good. Good enough to cry tears of pleasure.”
James took a moment, a breath, to bask in the euphoria. And then he began to thrust in earnest. He flattened Harry into the mattress as he fucked into his hungry hole, his moans and encouragement filling the room over the sounds of flesh against flesh. Harry’s whines turned into sobs, and James pressed kisses and praises to Harry’s wet cheeks.
“Good boy, sweet boy,” James chanted. “Perfect little hole to fuck. Beautiful whore. My very own slut. You love it. You love pleasing me. I’m so lucky to have such a perfect son. It feels good when I fuck you. Harry, you love this, too, right? You feel good, too.”
James’s speed increased, no longer caring about any damage he might cause. Harry’s sounds of pleasure urged him onward, pleading with him to take what was his. His fingers burned bruises into Harry’s skin with the force of his hold. Harry flopped like a rag doll beneath him. And then Harry spasmed roughly, his little body tightening and shuddering all at once, and James’s vision whitened out as it tore his orgasm right out of him.
His head spun, ears ringing, heart thundering in his chest as he came, filling his son with the seed that made him. He licked his dry lips with a contented sigh and tried to control his breathing. James wiped the sweat from his brow and blinked down, smiling dopily as he found himself buried to the hilt in Harry’s ass.
“You have such a greedy hole,” James murmured softly. “Even now you won’t let me go.”
He chuckled, dropping down to scoop up Harry in his arms and turn them on the bed. He laid there, stretched on out his back with Harry’s slight weight on his chest, cock still neatly settled inside his son even as it softened.
“Mmm, let’s cuddle for a bit,” James said tiredly, pressing a kiss to the top of Harry’s messy hair. “Thank you for that, darling. I enjoyed it as much as you did.”
He stroked a hand down Harry’s sweat-slicked spine as plans spiraled through his lust-filled mind.
“Tomorrow, let’s try something new again, hm?”
“D-Daddy,” Harry panted, squirming as James kissed up and down his narrow torso. His small hands flexed around James’s shoulders while he tried to keep himself steady.
James sat on the couch with Harry standing over him, feet on either side of James’s thighs. They were both only in their matching boxers. (Harry loved to match with Daddy.) Harry was more than a little pliable thanks to the little tonic James had put into his juice.
“Yes?” James said, licking playfully at one perky nipple.
“It feels weird,” Harry complained.
“Hm. Bad-weird?"
Harry paused. “N-no? Tickles, a little.”
“Should I stop?” James wondered, his hands massaging Harry’s ass.
Harry wiggled uncertainly. He didn’t want to disappoint his father and ruin their game.
James bit gently into Harry’s chest, smiling as his breath hitched. Those nightly visits had worked well. Harry was responding perfectly even through his confusion. James dipped a hand under the elastic of Harry’s underwear, one finger swiping down the crack.
“Dad!” Harry shouted in alarm, spine snapping ramrod straight.
“Yes?” James asked calmly, peering up at him without lifting his head. Harry was so small that even sitting down James would be eye-level with the boy if he sat up.
“It… it’s dirty there,” Harry said with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“We just showered this morning,” James reminded him, running one hand soothingly along Harry’s ribs.
His skin was unblemished once more, only flushed pink by the game James had invited Harry to play. James was always sad to have to rub bruise paste all over his boy at night and erase his marks, but he didn’t want Harry to see them in the morning. No, he could keep the ones James gifted him today instead.
“Did it feel weird, too?” James prompted when all Harry did was wiggle his tush.
“Yes,” Harry said.
“Bad?”
Harry… shook his head.
James smiled. He may not have fucked Harry until last night, but he’d been playing with his hole for days. James placed his hands back on the boy’s bony hips and dipped down to suckle on a nipple.
Harry arched into his mouth.
“How does that feel?” James asked as he sucked.
“G-good,” Harry sighed, leaning into it.
James dropped his hands to circle around those soft thighs, rubbing up and down, fingers stretching up to dip into the crease of his ass. He switched to Harry’s other side to nibble there. It didn’t take long to have the boy trembling in his grasp, knees shaking.
“Daddy,” Harry whined.
“Hm?”
Harry didn’t respond, unsure what to make of these strange sensations or what to do about it. James pulled back, smirking at the bright red nipples.
“Do you want to try on Papa, now?”
Harry blinked down at him, eyelids flickering. James was “Dad” or “Daddy” in their everyday lives. This different moniker was reserved for their playtime. James had hoped Harry would subconsciously crave James’s touch at the switch.
Harry hesitated. “How?” he asked shyly.
James tugged on Harry’s legs until the boy folded his trembling limbs and plopped onto his father’s lap. And hard cock.
Harry looked down between his legs at the tent in James’s boxers.
“I’d like it very much if you touched me there,” James said casually.
Harry slipped his hands from James’s shoulders and touched a careful hand to the bulge. He quickly drew his hand away.
“Here,” James said and hooked a thumb under his boxers to pull them down. His erection bounced free and slapped against his stomach. He forced himself steady and smiled at Harry.
“You can touch it, go ahead. It’s just Papa’s penis.”
Harry looked up at James.
James smiled and took Harry’s hand, then placed it right on top of the wet head. He was already dripping with anticipation.
“Rub it, just like that,” James said in a soothing voice as he guided Harry’s hand. “Squeeze, a little tighter. Perfect. Now, up and down.”
Merlin, he was huge into Harry’s slim fingers. James watched, riveted, as Harry pumped his cock on his own, unsure at first but then gaining confidence as James encouraged him.
“Now use both hands,” James said, breathing heavily. He flopped one hand in search of the oil bottles. One for him, the other for Harry. “Here, darling, put this oil on it and rub it in. Papa will touch you, too, just where you like.”
He gave Harry the ordinary lubricant and kept the modified one for himself. He slicked up his fingers and reached back under Harry’s underwear and between his cheeks to rub at his hole.
Harry’s motions stuttered as a little gasp escaped him. His cheeks were already flushed, bum wiggling back against the probing fingers.
“Good?” James asked, amused.
“Uh-huh,” Harry said with a nod.
“Me, too. Don’t stop your hands.”
Harry diligently went back to his very first handjob, his motions jerky and uncoordinated in his distraction. It was perfect.
“Da—Papa,” Harry panted.
“Yes, darling?”
Harry whined, having no words to describe his desires.
James pressed a kiss to the top of his head and slipped the tip of his middle finger in. Harry wasn’t as tight as last night.
Harry squeaked adorably and surged forward, away from the intrusion, his slick hands scrabbling at James’s chest.
“Bad?” James asked as if he didn’t know the answer. He stilled his finger but didn’t pull out, his other hand rubbing soothing circles around Harry’s back.
“No,” Harry said, hiding his face in James’s neck.
James could see the tips of Harry’s ears and back of his neck turn a flaming shade of red. He circled his middle finger slowly, pushing in a little more. Harry huffed a soft little moan that had James squirting a bout of precum.
“More?”
Harry nodded.
“Use your words like a big boy,” James admonished and lightly smacked his pert tush with his other hand.
Harry jerked up with a surprised yelp. “I, um, I want you to touch me more.”
“Is that how we ask for things?” James asked gently.
“Will you please touch me more, Papa?” Harry corrected himself.
Such a polite boy James had.
“Where?” James asked.
“In… in my bum,” Harry whispered with embarrassment.
“Of course, sweetheart,” James purred. “Anything you like.”
He inserted his index finger along with his middle finger and began to pump. A high-pitched noise escaped Harry, and he was back to squirming on James’s lap, half pushing back against James’s hand and half pulling away. His movements rubbed James perfectly and he canted his own hips as they began to rock together.
Harry’s hot little breaths beat against James’s chest, and he tipped his head onto the back of the couch as he allowed himself to enjoy the weight of the boy on his lap.
“You’re so wonderful, Harry,” James sighed as he finger-fucked his son. “You feel amazing bouncing on my hard dick.”
Harry whined wordlessly as he fucked back against James’s hand.
James tipped his head forward again, reaching down to tilt Harry’s face up. A furious blush had taken residence beneath his boy’s skin. His green eyes were hazy with pleasure, sweat beading on his brow. James dipped down to capture his son’s panting mouth in a kiss, one hand curled around the back of his head.
Harry squawked and squirmed but was no match for his father’s strength. He could do nothing as he was, pinned between James’s mouth and the now three fingers pumping harshly into his ass. He was dizzy from the lack of oxygen by the time James pulled his tongue away.
“Harry, my good boy,” James murmured, his glasses fogging.
Harry blinked dazedly up at him. James kissed away the tears on Harry’s lashes.
“I’m not having as much fun as you are,” James told him sadly. “I love playing with your hole, but don’t you want Papa to be as satisfied as you are right now?”
Harry blinked again, licking his dry lips in confusion as he continued to jerk with the motions of James’s fingers in his ass.
“Yeah, Papa, I want you to have fun, too,” Harry gasped breathlessly.
James pulled his fingers out. Harry gasped and pouted. James laughed, smacking him on the tush again.
“Don’t worry, love, I’ll go right back to playing with your hole, but let’s move you around a bit so I can have fun, too. Move off my lap, there you go.”
Harry was kneeling beside James’s thigh now, watching his father anxiously. James wrapped a hand around his red, aching dick.
“Do you know what Papa would love right now?” he asked Harry.
Harry shook his head.
“I would really love it if you licked my penis,” James said easily.
Harry’s face scrunched. “Licked… that?” he asked with adorable confusion as he stared at his father’s swollen dick.
“Mhm. Lick it like a sweet, and I’ll make you feel good again,” James promised. “Go on, hurry up.”
Harry lowered himself slowly, hands on James’s thigh for balance, little ass rising in the air. He glanced up once more, and James encouraged him further with a nod. Harry dipped his head and flicked out an experimental little lick of his tongue.
James sighed in satisfaction. “That’s good, feels nice,” he said happily while reaching out to trail his fingers along Harry’s hole. “Keep going. Lick some more. How’s the taste?”
“Erm,” Harry said with a wrinkle of his nose. “I don’t know.”
James slipped a finger into Harry and curled searchingly. Harry pushed back against it eagerly.
“Now, now, what about me?” James scolded.
Harry opened his mouth to lick James’s cock again.
“There you go. Why don’t you kiss it? I’d like that.”
Harry peppered little kisses up and down the shaft. James laughed and ruffled Harry’s hair with his free hand.
“You can suck it, too. Like a popsicle,” James said, inserting another finger.
This time Harry jolted, eyes wide, body trembling, mouth open with a silent gasp.
“Did Papa find your special spot?” James asked happily. “I’ll touch it again if you suck me.”
Harry’s head ducked down, and he dropped his mouth right on the tip, lips barely able to stretch around it. He suckled James’s cockhead while James inserted a third finger and went right back to fucking Harry’s hole.
Harry made cute little noises around James’s dick, the vibrations extraordinary. His little tongue darted out with kitten licks, unpracticed and perfect, only occasionally flicking along the slit. James moaned his pleasure, moving hips only slightly up into Harry’s mouth.
“Fuck, Harry, that’s good,” James praised. He nailed Harry’s prostate again and got a wet whimper in response. “That’s perfect. You’re perfect. I love your mouth. Thank you, sweetheart, for sucking off your dear Papa.”
Harry pulled off James’s dick with a gasp. A string spit leaking from his red lips to James’s dick. The sight made his cock twitch and spurt.
“What’s wrong?” James asked, fingers spreading and scissoring in Harry’s hole.
“I couldn’t breathe,” Harry hiccuped, snot clogging his nose, lashes clumped with tears.
He’d have to get used to it. James was going to plug up at the throat eventually.
James smiled and pulled his fingers away. Harry’s wet eyes watered further.
“Did I do bad?” Harry sniffled.
“It’s okay,” James said. “You’ll just have to practice. I’m a little disappointed that we have to stop just when you’re starting to feel really good.”
Harry hung his head and wiped an arm over his face. He looked so defeated.
“Do you want to stop playing?” James asked, watching Harry curiously.
They’d done enough. He would stop here if Harry wanted. But of course, Harry’s mind would whisper exactly what James preferred.
Harry shook his head, still not looking up. “I can try again,” he said in a small voice.
“My brave boy,” James said approvingly. “If you want to keep playing, shall we try something else? I’ll still make sure your bum feels good.”
Harry thought about it and then nodded like the good lover he was.
“Then turn around, love,” James instructed.
Harry didn’t have time to ask what he meant before James was reaching out and flipping the boy on his lap. He stripped Harry’s undies off with a single tug and spread his legs over James’s thighs, pulling the boy back to rest against James’s chest and stomach.
“Did you like Papa’s fingers in your hole?” James asked, his breathing growing harsher as he slipped his dick between Harry’s legs. It looked enormous next to Harry’s little thing.
Harry nodded.
“Do you want me to keep playing with it?”
Harry’s nod was a little more hesitant this time.
James reached for Harry’s oil. He coated two fingers and reached around for Harry’s smooth little dick and balls. Harry jerked his hips with a gasp.
“Feels good?” James chuckled.
“Y-yes,” Harry panted as James stroked him in earnest.
“That’s how good it felt when you were touching me, Harry.”
To James’s utter delight, Harry reached down to rub James’s erection himself with his slicked up hands. James pressed another set of kisses to the top of his son’s head.
“You’re such a sweet boy,” James breathed, and Harry giggled. “Do you know what would feel better?”
Harry shook his head.
“Papa could make you feel good with his dick if it went into your cute little hole. And then we’d feel good at the same time.”
Harry’s hands stilled. James lifted his own hand to one of Harry’s nipples, delighting in the breathy little squeak.
“But it’s too big,” Harry huffed.
“You can do it,” James encouraged. “You’re so good at this already. I won’t hurt you. Don’t you trust me.”
“I trust you, Papa,” Harry said softly, wriggling against the hands on his most sensitive places.
James shifted his hold to Harry’s hips, instructing him to let go of James, and then lined himself up with the heat radiating from between Harry’s legs. He bucked up once and buried himself halfway into that sweet hole in a single thrust.
Harry screamed.
James held him steady, shushing him with soothing noises and gentle touches.
“You’re okay, you’re all right,” James chanted sweetly, kissing the side of Harry’s face.
Harry sobbed uncontrollably, shaking like a leaf in a storm from within the circle of James’s arms. His thighs trembled with the force of his attempts to stand, to move away from where he was impaled on James’s cock. James was not about to let him go so soon. Somehow, he managed to keep himself still rather than chase that maddening pressure and heat.
“Shh, darling, it will feel good in a moment,” James assured him and reached for Harry’s oil with one hand, his other arm like iron across the boy’s chest.
He went back to stroking Harry’s crotch and nipples, alternating enough to keep him distracted. James rained kisses down on whatever he could reach, hair, cheeks, neck, shoulders. Eventually, Harry stopped trying to escape and his sobbing dwindled to pathetic little whimpers and hiccups.
“It hurts,” Harry gurgled.
“Does it?” James asked, rubbing a slick finger around the stretched rim of Harry’s ass.
Harry sniffled. “I—yes? I think so.”
“But it’s not too bad, hm? Does it only hurt?” James continued rubbing Harry’s little dick to confuse the signals.
“N-not only,” Harry allowed.
“Relax a bit, sweetheart,” James said softly. “Take a deep breath and let it out.”
Harry breathed in deep around the snot in his nose and released a shuddery breath.
“Good boy. Again. That’s a good lad.”
Harry sunk further down on his father’s cock without meaning to. He squirmed and yelped.
James beat back the urge to thrust. “Move your hips,” he panted. “Get comfortable. It’ll make you feel better.”
Harry warily began to rock. James’s eyes rolled in their sockets, fists clenching in the fabric of the sofa.
“Oh,” Harry said breathlessly, and James knew he had found that spot he’d so painstakingly spent time training up.
“There you are,” James chuckled. He returned his hands to Harry’s chest, rolling his nipples between his fingers almost idly.
“Ung, ah, ah,” Harry groaned as James began to move his hips, unable to keep his noises to himself with each pump of his father’s cock in his ass.
James moved a little faster. He reached around his boy to play with his chest and crotch.
“You’re amazing, Harry,” James moaned, bouncing his son on his dick. “You’re being so good for me. You have no idea how good your ass feels like this.”
Harry was crying now, hands clutching James’s arms, little bouts of ah, ah, hng escaping him as they fucked together.
“Papa,” Harry whined. “I don’t—I want to st—”
James yanked Harry’s head back by his hair and kissed him roughly. He shoved his tongue in as far as it would go, stealing Harry’s breath and muffling his cries. His little face was wet with tears and sweat and snot. James licked it all clean, kissed him all over, fucked just a little harder until he was balls deep in his son’s ass. He pressed a hand against Harry’s stomach to feel himself moving inside.
“Papa!” Harry shrieked when he could gather his voice.
“I know, I know, darling,” James grunted. “It feels amazing, doesn’t it? We’re almost done. I’m almost finished.”
Harry shrieked again when James nailed him just so, and James was kind enough to hit that spot again and again. Harry thrashed from the pleasure, sobbing and moaning, little nails digging into James’s skin. James returned the favor, scratching along the inside of Harry’s thigh like he knew his boy loved. It made Harry tighten around him impossibly further. James came with a shout, shooting deep inside Harry.
Harry fell limply in his arms. James held him as he came down from his high. Once he was in control again, he checked on Harry and found him out cold.
James chuckled. “It felt so good you passed out, hm?”
He kissed Harry’s hair, then gingerly lifted the boy off of him. His dick slipped out with slurp, come dripping from Harry’s swollen, fluttering hole and down his thighs.
James groaned at the sight. He couldn’t help laying Harry on his stomach and bending down to bury his face in Harry’s ass to eat him out, to taste himself against that soft, tender flesh. James ignored the coppery taste of blood as he licked inside. Next time, he would do this when the boy was awake to appreciate the pleasure.
And then, with James’s tongue buried in his son’s hot, red hole, the Floo flared to life and Sirius Black stepped into the living room.