FIC: Lessons at Bedtime (Harry/Teddy)
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hp_rarefestTitle: Lessons at Bedtime
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curiouslyfic
Prompt: My own, based off a prompt from the last round of wizsprogs.
Prompt submitted by:crazyparakiss
Pairing(s): Teddy/Harry
Word Count: ~4.5k
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s)/Contains: *Daddy kink, age disparity and age play (Teddy is 23 playing 16), virginity kink, bedtime, snuggling, quasi-incest, and feelings.*
Disclaimer:Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: For the lovely prompter, for putting the idea in my head, and my fabulous beta, R.
Summary: Here in this room, they pretend Teddy isn't 23, that he's still just learning.
Teddy leaves bits and pieces of his virginity all over the cottage, everywhere he and Harry have stolen moments for each other.
The upstairs hall’s been their first kiss and the kitchen’s been their first touch, Harry’s knuckles dragging clumsily across Teddy’s arsecheek accidentally. The living room’s been their first decent snog, both of them stretched out on the couch and learning each other. The garden—of all places—is where Teddy first feels Harry’s cock, where he finally gets his nerve up to put a hand in Harry’s trousers, and so the garden—of all places, honestly—is also the first place Harry comes for him.
Not ten minutes later in the dining room, Harry returns the favour. Teddy thinks he’s meant to be taking Teddy upstairs to a bedroom but they can’t either of them wait that long.
The first time Teddy comes in Harry’s hand, he’s 18 and relentless, hard again before Harry’s even let go.
The first place Harry sees Teddy’s penis since the nappies stage is the upstairs bathroom when he forgets to knock and three feet away, four months later, it happens again, this time, deliberately.
This time, Harry doesn’t flee.
Harry’s bedroom is the first place they’re both naked at the same time, the first place Harry kicks his trousers off to wank himself while he sucks Teddy, and they’ve done so much in Harry’s bed that it’s hard to keep it all straight these days. Teddy’s had Harry’s tongue in his arse, Harry’s hands leaving bruises from clutching so hard, and Teddy loves it, having all Harry’s attention on him like that, but he’s not thrilled about the bedroom.
It’s where Harry’s brought all his other men over the years while Teddy’d just been growing, and it’s hard to sleep there without remembering how many men there’ve been.
Teddy’s bedroom, though, the one he’s had his whole life, that’s his favourite spot by far because it’s only just theirs. Even before there’d been properly Harry, there’d been wanking over him at night, stroking himself off to the sounds he remembers from the few times Harry’s privacy charms have faltered, wondering how Harry feels. They’ve had sex all over the house but they do it best in Teddy’s bedroom, where they’ve time and privacy and each other.
Harry calls it making love and that’s how Teddy thinks it feels.
They’ve had to charm Teddy’s bed big so they can both fit in comfortably and they’ve swapped the knick-knacks in his nightstand for tubes of slick and a towel, but the things in Teddy’s toy chest lately aren’t as innocent as they’ve been and Teddy wouldn’t trade it for anything.
Now that Harry’s given up on dating to stay home with his son, things have been much happier. Teddy likes it better this way and Harry must, as well, and now that Harry’s not seeing strangers or bringing anybody home, Teddy doesn’t feel the need to keep flirting with people to try to make him jealous.
So when Teddy goes to bed first, he goes to his own room, slips on his pyjama bottoms and curls on his side, waiting to hear the door creep open and the first of Harry’s footsteps on his floor.
There’s a hot rush of anticipation when Harry lingers over him, watches him silently like he did when Teddy was little, and it’s better now because Teddy knows that in a minute, Harry’s going to slip between his sheets.
Harry always fits so comfortably along Teddy’s back, and his hand is so warm where it rests on Teddy’s belly.
“Sleepy, sweetheart?” Harry asks in not much above a whisper, though his voice is rough and husky.
“I might be, yeah,” Teddy teases, most definitely awake.
“Let Daddy help?” Then Harry’s kissing his shoulder and slipping his hand down to find Teddy’s cock, nudging the bulge of his own penis against Teddy’s pyjama-covered arse. Teddy shifts restlessly, pushes his cock into Harry’s palm. Harry groans his approval and kisses Teddy’s back. “Is this keeping you awake?”
Teddy nods mournfully, sure Harry knows. “Always. Make it better, Daddy?”
“Of course.” Then Harry’s stroking him, sweet and steady, laughing a little fondly when Teddy’s breath catches. Harry’s hand down Teddy’s trousers always makes everything better. “Like that, sweetheart? Is this what you need?”
Teddy’s voice breaks a little as he says, “Yes, Daddy, more.”
“Good, sweetheart. I’m glad to hear it. Daddy likes helping you.” Then Harry shifts his hand to lay his palm on Teddy’s cock-tip, curling his fingers to press on Teddy’s sac. It’s a bit of a fondle and it feels so good, even better than Teddy’d expected when he’d done all that wanking. “Mmm, you’re so hard for me, baby. I love your cock. It’s such a pretty mouthful, isn’t it? And all for me.”
Teddy jerks his hips back at the images that calls up, Harry’s dark head nestled between his legs, Teddy’s whole prick buried in the warmth of Harry’s mouth while Harry’s fingers tickle Teddy’s balls, not a sound worth hearing beyond Harry’s wet suction and Teddy’s soft moans. When Harry sucks him in Harry’s bedroom, it’s hot and sloppy, prelude to the fingering that’s prelude to the shag, but when Harry sucks him off here, it’s different. Slower and dirtier. This is the only room in the house where Teddy gets his Daddy and the rules are different for it.
In here, they pretend Teddy isn’t 23 now, that Teddy’s still just learning.
“You can fit it in your mouth, Daddy?”
Harry’s hand turns measuring. Teddy closes his eyes. “Hard to say for sure without testing it but I think I could, yeah.” Harry’s hand squeezes gently. Teddy wants to squirm with need. “Do you want me to try in a minute? Or can Daddy finish enjoying your little cock in my hand?”
“Anything,” Teddy vows, and lets his thoughts drift to the feel of Harry’s strokes.
Harry wraps his other arm around him to hold Teddy tight against him and soon he’s tracing lightly with a thumbnail over Teddy’s nipple, grinding himself off slow against Teddy’s arse.
His hand works Teddy’s cock relentlessly, even when Teddy tenses, and when Teddy tries to buck his hips, Harry murmurs, “It’s all right, sweetheart, come for me.”
Teddy does, Harry doesn’t, and now Teddy’s made a mess of Harry’s hand. He’s come so quickly, Merlin’s saggy arse, and it’s never like this in Harry’s bedroom, only ever in Teddy’s; in Harry’s bedroom, Teddy has some self control. Teddy buries his face in his pillow and hears Harry lick his fingers clean, smacking his lips pleasantly at the taste.
“Are you sleepy now?” Harry asks. “I hope not. We had plans.”
Teddy pokes his head up to eye Harry warily. Harry only just looks at him, smile patient as ever, the man who really had thought that first flash in the bathroom had been innocent. The heat in Harry’s eyes, though, that’s another story.
“Don’t you want to know if I can fit the whole thing in my mouth?” Harry strokes a hand down Teddy’s back and lingers at the small of it, just above Teddy’s arse and the pyjama bottoms he’s still wearing (mostly). Teddy feels like a kneazle Harry’s soothing calm.
“Would you even want to?” Teddy asks in the tone they both like, but it’s an honest question. Teddy has, after all, just come. Harry’s eyes crinkle up a bit in the corners as though he hasn’t quite parsed that, so Teddy tries again. “Would it feel good, do you think? I want to make you feel good.”
Harry lets the side of a finger brush just slightly over Teddy’s pyjama bottoms, nicks a touch of Teddy’s arsecheek through the cloth. “It’s going to feel brilliant,” Harry promises. “Sweetheart, can I?”
Harry doesn’t move until Teddy nods, but once he has, it’s all too soon before he’s laying on his back with Harry over him, being kissed all over and petted delicately by big, broad hands.
Teddy is so ridiculously in love with this man, honestly.
“Look at you, sweetheart, look how big you’ve grown,” Harry murmurs as he palms a big hand up Teddy’s ribs, taps a firm thumb across Teddy’s nipple. “My little boy, all grown up.”
All of Wizarding England probably knows the story of who Teddy’s birth parents are, just like they know who’s adopted him and looked after him since infancy. There’s a reason they keep this side of themselves tucked away in private. Harry might not have been the one who diddled his mother but in every way that counts, Teddy really is Harry’s little boy.
“Am I too big, though?”
“Not at all. You’re perfect,” Harry says dreamily, then he’s lowering his mouth.
It only just tickles when Harry licks the come off his belly in cautious little laps and he’s still running his hands everywhere, up Teddy’s chest and down Teddy’s arms, along Teddy’s thighs when he spreads them, fingers hooking Teddy’s pyjama bottoms to pull them down past Teddy’s knees so Teddy can kick them off.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Harry murmurs when he’s helped Teddy get them off the last ankle. “You’ve been so good for me.” Then Harry’s stroking his hands up Teddy’s legs, spreading them wider as he does, and Harry leans in to drop an absent kiss over each of Teddy’s nipples, his hipbone, his belly, then one again on his half-hard cock.
Then Harry’s closing his mouth over him and taking all of him in, sucking the whole of Teddy’s cock down to his throat and nuzzling Teddy’s belly like he’d like to suck more.
Teddy’s hips buck of their own accord; Harry has to hold them down a moment while Teddy swears an apology. Harry suckles softly, silent acknowledgement, and after a moment, his hands steal up to find Teddy’s nipples again.
Teddy thinks maybe he’s gone feral this time because even this isn’t like it normally is. Teddy’s never felt this cared for, this precious. He’s not sure what to make of it.
His cock thickens and stiffens in Harry’s mouth and with Harry’s hands on his chest, Teddy’s hips work sporadically, when he can’t help himself. Fucking Harry’s face is a thing that happens in other rooms of the house, never in here. Harry takes Teddy’s hand and replaces his own on Teddy’s tight nipple, shows him how Harry wants to see Teddy touch. Teddy moves his other hand in so Harry will have both of his free but Harry catches that one by the wrist and guides it to the back of Harry’s head. Shows him fingers threaded in Harry’s hair and the soft sort of pressure required to push Harry’s head down.
Harry snakes his right hand up again when Teddy’s following instructions and touches two fingers to Teddy’s lower lip. When Teddy turns his head to kiss them, Harry draws hard on Teddy’s cock until Teddy gasps. Then Harry sneaks his fingers in and rocks them, mimicking a shag. When Teddy sucks them, Harry sucks him, matching speed and heat and intensity as it changes.
It’s not quite enough to make Teddy come but it’s near enough to make Teddy restless and achingly hard, so when Harry lifts his head up in spite of Teddy pressing down, Teddy groans his frustration.
Harry laughs at him and drops a rather paternal kiss to the tip of Teddy’s prick.
“Use the other one, silly. I need that one back.” Teddy means to protest again but Harry’s got his other hand hovering to be sucked and soon enough it’s clear why Harry wanted the first lot wet.
“Fuck, Daddy, right there, please,” Teddy blurts desperately when he feels Harry’s wet fingers first touching his balls, jerking his head to one side to slip Harry’s fingers out so he can get the words out. He gets another sweet kiss to his cock-tip before Harry’s nuzzling his erection blissfully.
It’s the lewdest thing Teddy’s ever seen, Harry Potter gone peaceful and mindless with Teddy’s precome smearing over his face, making his cheek all shiny and getting in his hair. It’s rather like the marking they’d tried that time, Teddy holding Harry’s head still to fuck rough down his throat, pulling out at the end to come all over Harry’s face, making him leave it there so Teddy could smell it on him later. He’d sent Harry to work like that, washed clean but still smelling of him, and Harry had done it gladly because Harry’s quite the kinky sod. This, though, Harry doing it on his own, this is hotter, and hotter still that it’s Daddy doing it with his little boy.
Teddy groans. It’s only partly over the way Harry’s fingers are testing Teddy’s sac.
“Make noise for me, sweetheart,” Harry moans, and Teddy does around the fingers Harry’s pushed back into his mouth, and this time when Harry sucks his cock, Teddy’s too busy groaning for him and sucking those fingers to do much more than rest his hands on the back of Harry’s bobbing head.
As it turns out, he doesn’t need to. Harry’s holding his balls—rubbing them, tugging them, rolling them between his fingertips—so Harry must know when Teddy’s on the edge of coming but Harry doesn’t pull away. If anything, Harry stops bobbing quite so much and tries to keep steady pressure going while he flicks the underside of Teddy’s dick with his tongue.
This time, Harry swallows even after Teddy’s finished, and he’s sucked Teddy through it, pulled his hand away from Teddy’s face to stroke Teddy’s chest through the shuddering.
“Beautiful, sweetheart,” Harry says when Teddy’s dick slips wet and small from his mouth. “You did so well. Look how very good you’ve been, making noise for me like I asked and coming so nicely.”
Ordinarily when there’s been sucking off and swallowing, there’s kissing afterwards, licking the taste of themselves out of each other’s mouths. Teddy expects it, only this time, Harry isn’t pulling away from his crouch to do it. If anything, Harry’s settling in again, tracing two wet fingers lightly across Teddy’s belly and obviously thinking something over.
“You’ve been so good already, I almost hate to ask for more, and I’ll understand if you say no, sweetheart, because you’ve already made your Daddy so happy and it’s getting quite late, isn’t it, it must be past your bedtime now—”
“Daddy?” Teddy blurts. He’ll be honest, it’s a bit worrying that Harry isn’t looking at him, that Harry hasn’t come up for his kiss.
What he sees in Harry’s eyes when he does look up sets his mind to rest. This reluctance isn’t anything real, it’s the next move in their game, more of the seduction he only ever gets like this in here. “Daddy wants to use his mouth on you, sweetheart. Is that all right?”
But you just did, Teddy thinks, and then he catches on. He can’t say anything, he’s only just come and Harry wants to…but yeah, yeah he can nod and bite his lip to hide his eagerness, his best go at playing shy.
Sometimes this means hands and knees with Harry behind him but just now what it means is Harry hooking Teddy’s thighs over his shoulders, Harry angling Teddy’s hips up to lift them off the bed. Harry isn’t just licking his arse, he’s French kissing it, swirling his tongue over Teddy’s arsehole sweet and patient like he’d been on the couch the first time they’d snogged.
Teddy fists the sheets and gives himself up to the flush of pleasure building up again, because Harry’s mouth on his arsehole is always incredible. Harry sucks lightly, angles Teddy closer, and seals his mouth over Teddy’s arsehole to start sucking in earnest.
Teddy cannot help the sounds he makes. They get worse when Harry hums appreciatively. Harry’s tongue is warm, wet velvet darting over sensitive skin, pushing a bit on the muscle then licking over it in a broad stripe. By the time Harry pulls back to nip Teddy’s arsecheek, Teddy’s gone pliant, content to let Harry do anything he wants.
Harry kisses all over Teddy’s inner thigh and pets a finger over where his mouth’s just been, not quite pushing in yet but obviously planning to soon enough. “That’s it, sweetheart. Can you open up for me?”
“Are…Are you going to fuck me?” Teddy’s voice breaks, which is not unreasonable under the circumstances. Teddy’s surprised he’s found words, actually. Still, he winces at what he’s said, because hasn’t Harry been fucking him since he crawled into bed? Idiot. “Inside me, I mean.”
“I know you did,” Harry murmurs, and there’s one last kiss to his thigh before Harry’s shifting back, kissing the crease of Teddy’s arsecheeks, the skin just behind his balls. “And yes, I’d like to. I’d like that very much.”
In Harry’s bedroom, Teddy could growl yes, anything, fucking do it already or Accio the slick, or even drag Harry up for a kiss and pin Harry beneath him to ride Harry’s cock himself. In here, though, that’s not how it works. All Teddy can do is make noise and be patient just like Daddy wants.
The closest thing he’s got to guaranteed shagging in here is a simple question he needs to get out just right, so Teddy summons his resolve and does his best.
“Will it hurt, Daddy?”
The sound Harry makes at that is fucking gorgeous. “It might, yeah, but only a little. And it’s going to feel so good after that, for both of us.” Harry’s face is dark with need when he lifts up again. Teddy’s sure he’d do anything to relieve him. “Do you think you’d like that, your Daddy loving you from inside you?”
Teddy shivers at the sweet croon and delicious imagery. He likes it when it hurts a little and Harry knows he does and when Teddy plays virgin, Harry always makes it hurt for him. Harry’s cock isn’t long but it’s thick at the tip and it takes three fingers first to accommodate it comfortably.
Harry gives him two and a bit of a tongue fuck first, enough lube to be practical without making him too slick, then lays Teddy’s lower half back down so he can lift his cock free of his trousers. Teddy’s naked and as been for a while now but Harry’s still dressed, cock sprung to attention where he’s loosened his flies, and when Harry settles Teddy’s hips in his lap, Teddy’s legs hooked behind him and Teddy’s arse spread just so for Harry’s view, Teddy knows Harry’s going to do this still in his work clothes.
That’s Harry’s bedroom filthy and he’s getting it here. Teddy cannot love that thought enough.
This is not a position designed for best use by beginners but neither of them are; they’ve been roleplaying it on and off for years, reliving those moments and making up for lost time, but physically, Teddy’s had enough up his arse that doing it like this is workable. He arches his back off the bed when Harry strokes a hand down his chest, bites his lip and catches his breath when he feels the head of Harry’s cock nudging against his arsehole and pressing there insistently.
His body knows Harry and it relaxes for him, lets him in the way it has for ages.
There’s still the sting-burn of stretch as the thickest part of Harry’s cock passes through his sphincter and Teddy whines with it because they both love when he does.
“Hurts, Daddy,” Teddy hisses. Harry flattens one palm on Teddy’s belly and rubs in gentle circles, cups the other at Teddy’s waist to stroke down Teddy’s hip.
“You’re doing so well for me, sweetheart. You feel so good.” Harry hesitates; Teddy can almost hear the question lingering between them, long-since rendered irrelevant but still prone to popping up. “Do you want me to stop?”
Teddy loves and hates that question. Loves it for the wickedness of it, the way it makes Teddy admit he likes the pain, but hates it for the uncertainty that makes Harry ask. Teddy’s lived his whole life with Harry Potter and he’s never been hurt once here callously or spitefully; Harry’s just not that sort of person. Even the rough sex Teddy tends to crave around the full moon is asking a lot of him, and he’s gotten better at trusting his own instincts, understanding when it’s something Teddy needs, but he still has moments where he shies away from it. Where even knowing how much Teddy likes it isn’t enough to convince him it’s all right.
“Daddy,” Teddy says in a voice best fit for Harry’s bedroom. “I want you to fuck me open until your cock’s raw, then I want you to come inside me the way you’ve wanted to all night. I like when my arse hurts making room for you. I love still feeling it the next day. None of this is new.” Point made—again—Teddy switches back to a more appropriate tone, something petulantly adolescent. “Daddy, it hurts. Make it better?”
Harry’s gone all red and his face is serious. This is the Daddy who’s laid Teddy over his lap for a spanking, this is the man who’s slicked Teddy’s wand-sized Quidditch figure and pushed it up his arse. This is exactly the face Teddy’d seen looking down at him the full moon Harry taught him to deepthroat, hard fingers holding Teddy’s head still while Harry’d gagged him with his cock.
Shouldn’t be such a surprise, then, when a snap of Harry’s hips buries him completely, but it is. Teddy gasps and bucks with it, claws at the sheets, and Harry’s leaning over to kiss him when Teddy stops moving.
“One of these days, I’m going to leave you too tight,” Harry murmurs before he nips at Teddy’s mouth, and because he tastes like Teddy, the kiss turns long and deep. “If this is what you wanted, should’ve come to mine. Picked up a new Incarcerous variant at work the other day I’ve been meaning to try with you. Might’ve had you trussed up and had some fun with Engorgio, but I do try not to hurt you too much in here.”
Teddy feels half-feral already, like his control’s slipping anyway, but hearing those words come out of Harry’s mouth in his childhood bedroom is just too much for restraint. Teddy bucks his hips again to work himself on Harry’s cock and Harry meets him halfway, both of them somewhat awkward as they change position so Harry’s covering him, hitching Teddy’s legs higher around his hips and thrusting in earnest.
“Not hurting me, Daddy,” Teddy gets out brokenly, because Harry’s apparently trying to shag him breathless now. “Loving me from the inside, right?”
Then Harry’s inching Teddy’s hips up a little and hitting Teddy’s prostate and Teddy’s cock is hard between them, rubbing against Harry’s belly, and when Teddy comes from all the stimulation, Harry doesn’t even slow down.
“That’s it, come for me, Daddy likes it when you’re tight,” Harry says and the clenching in Teddy’s arse goes from fluttering to insistent and Harry just ignores it, keeps fucking in. “Fuck, your little arse, you feel so good, sweetheart, oh, my little boy—” Harry grits out and then Harry’s mouth fits hard over Teddy’s until Harry comes.
Teddy’s arse is still flexing tight in sympathy and Harry’s buried deep, a stiff, dead weight on him while his balls empty, and Teddy brushes sweaty hair off Harry’s forehead, plants a kiss on Harry’s cheek.
“Daddy, that was brilliant.”
Harry grunts tiredly. “I was going to be so gentle with you this time. I had it all planned.”
“You were gentle. Then you weren’t.” Teddy grins at him with what he hopes passes for boyish mischief, though he’s too tired to put much effort in. Harry squints at him sceptically with a single eye.
“I was going to wank you off while we spooned and rub off on your pyjamas. Maybe, maybe, depending on how that went, I was thinking about fondling you with my prick between your legs and talking about how much you’d grown, giving a bit of a hands-on version of the birds-and-bees speech.” Harry kisses him in fond frustration and shifts some of his weight off Teddy. “It was going to be deliciously perverted. You were going to love it.”
Teddy blinks. Imagines bits of that happening, having Harry’s come stains on the arse of his pyjamas, Harry giving him the talk about safe sex with Teddy’s cock in his hand, and blinks again to try to clear the worst of the lust fog. “What happened to that plan?”
“You happened,” Harry mutters. “Wiggling your little arse and coming for me so quickly. ‘Can you fit it all in your mouth, Daddy? Christ Merlin, I defy anyone to hear those words out of that face and not want to prove it.” Harry sighs quietly, turns onto his back. “You’re a bloody menace, sweetheart. I should put you over my knee.”
“Before or after the fondling?”
“With you? Quite likely both and during.”
Teddy scrambles over to snuggle up to Harry so they can fall asleep. Merlin knows what time it is now but Teddy’s sure they’re both tired and anyway, he likes drifting off with his cheek on Harry’s shoulder, one hand on Harry’s chest to keep him there in the morning. Harry mocks an eye roll when Teddy fusses for a comfortable spot but he rests a hand low on Teddy’s arse, not far from where the come and lube have been seeping out of him.
“I’m sorry I ruined your plans, Daddy. They sound incredible.” Teddy frowns a little at his own impatience. “I’d love that so much, you telling me about sex while you’re touching me.” A thought occurs to him, too pleasant to withhold. “Could I ask to see your penis then? Like as an example of what mine might be like when I’m all grown up? Would you show me how to touch it? I fucking love when you do that.”
“You could, yeah.” Harry yawns. “All right, time for sleep now. I’m an old man who needs his rest and even you need to wind down sometime.”
Teddy doesn’t believe the old, Harry’s just experienced, and Teddy’s never been sold on the idea that nighttime is best used sleeping, which Harry’s sworn is because Teddy’s still just 23. Still, Harry does sound tired and Teddy’s worn out, too, and anyway, it’s comfortable just lying here with him for a while.
Less comfortable than it could be because Harry’s still dressed, but nothing to kick out of bed or anything.
“Hey, Daddy?” Teddy asks a few minutes later, when his racing mind forces the words. Harry grunt-hums at him, turns his face to nuzzle Teddy’s forehead. “If I put my pyjamas back on now, you could try again in the morning. I could ask about wet dreams or morning wood or—”
“You’re incorrigible,” Harry says, voice rough with sleep, and he kisses Teddy’s forehead lightly before he feigns snoring.
Yeah, and you love me for it, Teddy thinks and rolls his eyes fondly, and by the time Harry’s drifted off for real, Teddy’s busy making plans of all the things he might do next time his Daddy teaches him about sex.
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Teddy Lupin leaves bits of his virginity all over the cottage, and he’s good at remembering the firsts. As time goes on, though, as things settle, he comes to understand that firsts have variations and that actually, it’s better that way.
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Author:
curiouslyficPrompt: My own, based off a prompt from the last round of wizsprogs.
Prompt submitted by:
crazyparakissPairing(s): Teddy/Harry
Word Count: ~4.5k
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s)/Contains: *Daddy kink, age disparity and age play (Teddy is 23 playing 16), virginity kink, bedtime, snuggling, quasi-incest, and feelings.*
Disclaimer:Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: For the lovely prompter, for putting the idea in my head, and my fabulous beta, R.
Summary: Here in this room, they pretend Teddy isn't 23, that he's still just learning.
Teddy leaves bits and pieces of his virginity all over the cottage, everywhere he and Harry have stolen moments for each other.
The upstairs hall’s been their first kiss and the kitchen’s been their first touch, Harry’s knuckles dragging clumsily across Teddy’s arsecheek accidentally. The living room’s been their first decent snog, both of them stretched out on the couch and learning each other. The garden—of all places—is where Teddy first feels Harry’s cock, where he finally gets his nerve up to put a hand in Harry’s trousers, and so the garden—of all places, honestly—is also the first place Harry comes for him.
Not ten minutes later in the dining room, Harry returns the favour. Teddy thinks he’s meant to be taking Teddy upstairs to a bedroom but they can’t either of them wait that long.
The first time Teddy comes in Harry’s hand, he’s 18 and relentless, hard again before Harry’s even let go.
The first place Harry sees Teddy’s penis since the nappies stage is the upstairs bathroom when he forgets to knock and three feet away, four months later, it happens again, this time, deliberately.
This time, Harry doesn’t flee.
Harry’s bedroom is the first place they’re both naked at the same time, the first place Harry kicks his trousers off to wank himself while he sucks Teddy, and they’ve done so much in Harry’s bed that it’s hard to keep it all straight these days. Teddy’s had Harry’s tongue in his arse, Harry’s hands leaving bruises from clutching so hard, and Teddy loves it, having all Harry’s attention on him like that, but he’s not thrilled about the bedroom.
It’s where Harry’s brought all his other men over the years while Teddy’d just been growing, and it’s hard to sleep there without remembering how many men there’ve been.
Teddy’s bedroom, though, the one he’s had his whole life, that’s his favourite spot by far because it’s only just theirs. Even before there’d been properly Harry, there’d been wanking over him at night, stroking himself off to the sounds he remembers from the few times Harry’s privacy charms have faltered, wondering how Harry feels. They’ve had sex all over the house but they do it best in Teddy’s bedroom, where they’ve time and privacy and each other.
Harry calls it making love and that’s how Teddy thinks it feels.
They’ve had to charm Teddy’s bed big so they can both fit in comfortably and they’ve swapped the knick-knacks in his nightstand for tubes of slick and a towel, but the things in Teddy’s toy chest lately aren’t as innocent as they’ve been and Teddy wouldn’t trade it for anything.
Now that Harry’s given up on dating to stay home with his son, things have been much happier. Teddy likes it better this way and Harry must, as well, and now that Harry’s not seeing strangers or bringing anybody home, Teddy doesn’t feel the need to keep flirting with people to try to make him jealous.
So when Teddy goes to bed first, he goes to his own room, slips on his pyjama bottoms and curls on his side, waiting to hear the door creep open and the first of Harry’s footsteps on his floor.
There’s a hot rush of anticipation when Harry lingers over him, watches him silently like he did when Teddy was little, and it’s better now because Teddy knows that in a minute, Harry’s going to slip between his sheets.
Harry always fits so comfortably along Teddy’s back, and his hand is so warm where it rests on Teddy’s belly.
“Sleepy, sweetheart?” Harry asks in not much above a whisper, though his voice is rough and husky.
“I might be, yeah,” Teddy teases, most definitely awake.
“Let Daddy help?” Then Harry’s kissing his shoulder and slipping his hand down to find Teddy’s cock, nudging the bulge of his own penis against Teddy’s pyjama-covered arse. Teddy shifts restlessly, pushes his cock into Harry’s palm. Harry groans his approval and kisses Teddy’s back. “Is this keeping you awake?”
Teddy nods mournfully, sure Harry knows. “Always. Make it better, Daddy?”
“Of course.” Then Harry’s stroking him, sweet and steady, laughing a little fondly when Teddy’s breath catches. Harry’s hand down Teddy’s trousers always makes everything better. “Like that, sweetheart? Is this what you need?”
Teddy’s voice breaks a little as he says, “Yes, Daddy, more.”
“Good, sweetheart. I’m glad to hear it. Daddy likes helping you.” Then Harry shifts his hand to lay his palm on Teddy’s cock-tip, curling his fingers to press on Teddy’s sac. It’s a bit of a fondle and it feels so good, even better than Teddy’d expected when he’d done all that wanking. “Mmm, you’re so hard for me, baby. I love your cock. It’s such a pretty mouthful, isn’t it? And all for me.”
Teddy jerks his hips back at the images that calls up, Harry’s dark head nestled between his legs, Teddy’s whole prick buried in the warmth of Harry’s mouth while Harry’s fingers tickle Teddy’s balls, not a sound worth hearing beyond Harry’s wet suction and Teddy’s soft moans. When Harry sucks him in Harry’s bedroom, it’s hot and sloppy, prelude to the fingering that’s prelude to the shag, but when Harry sucks him off here, it’s different. Slower and dirtier. This is the only room in the house where Teddy gets his Daddy and the rules are different for it.
In here, they pretend Teddy isn’t 23 now, that Teddy’s still just learning.
“You can fit it in your mouth, Daddy?”
Harry’s hand turns measuring. Teddy closes his eyes. “Hard to say for sure without testing it but I think I could, yeah.” Harry’s hand squeezes gently. Teddy wants to squirm with need. “Do you want me to try in a minute? Or can Daddy finish enjoying your little cock in my hand?”
“Anything,” Teddy vows, and lets his thoughts drift to the feel of Harry’s strokes.
Harry wraps his other arm around him to hold Teddy tight against him and soon he’s tracing lightly with a thumbnail over Teddy’s nipple, grinding himself off slow against Teddy’s arse.
His hand works Teddy’s cock relentlessly, even when Teddy tenses, and when Teddy tries to buck his hips, Harry murmurs, “It’s all right, sweetheart, come for me.”
Teddy does, Harry doesn’t, and now Teddy’s made a mess of Harry’s hand. He’s come so quickly, Merlin’s saggy arse, and it’s never like this in Harry’s bedroom, only ever in Teddy’s; in Harry’s bedroom, Teddy has some self control. Teddy buries his face in his pillow and hears Harry lick his fingers clean, smacking his lips pleasantly at the taste.
“Are you sleepy now?” Harry asks. “I hope not. We had plans.”
Teddy pokes his head up to eye Harry warily. Harry only just looks at him, smile patient as ever, the man who really had thought that first flash in the bathroom had been innocent. The heat in Harry’s eyes, though, that’s another story.
“Don’t you want to know if I can fit the whole thing in my mouth?” Harry strokes a hand down Teddy’s back and lingers at the small of it, just above Teddy’s arse and the pyjama bottoms he’s still wearing (mostly). Teddy feels like a kneazle Harry’s soothing calm.
“Would you even want to?” Teddy asks in the tone they both like, but it’s an honest question. Teddy has, after all, just come. Harry’s eyes crinkle up a bit in the corners as though he hasn’t quite parsed that, so Teddy tries again. “Would it feel good, do you think? I want to make you feel good.”
Harry lets the side of a finger brush just slightly over Teddy’s pyjama bottoms, nicks a touch of Teddy’s arsecheek through the cloth. “It’s going to feel brilliant,” Harry promises. “Sweetheart, can I?”
Harry doesn’t move until Teddy nods, but once he has, it’s all too soon before he’s laying on his back with Harry over him, being kissed all over and petted delicately by big, broad hands.
Teddy is so ridiculously in love with this man, honestly.
“Look at you, sweetheart, look how big you’ve grown,” Harry murmurs as he palms a big hand up Teddy’s ribs, taps a firm thumb across Teddy’s nipple. “My little boy, all grown up.”
All of Wizarding England probably knows the story of who Teddy’s birth parents are, just like they know who’s adopted him and looked after him since infancy. There’s a reason they keep this side of themselves tucked away in private. Harry might not have been the one who diddled his mother but in every way that counts, Teddy really is Harry’s little boy.
“Am I too big, though?”
“Not at all. You’re perfect,” Harry says dreamily, then he’s lowering his mouth.
It only just tickles when Harry licks the come off his belly in cautious little laps and he’s still running his hands everywhere, up Teddy’s chest and down Teddy’s arms, along Teddy’s thighs when he spreads them, fingers hooking Teddy’s pyjama bottoms to pull them down past Teddy’s knees so Teddy can kick them off.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Harry murmurs when he’s helped Teddy get them off the last ankle. “You’ve been so good for me.” Then Harry’s stroking his hands up Teddy’s legs, spreading them wider as he does, and Harry leans in to drop an absent kiss over each of Teddy’s nipples, his hipbone, his belly, then one again on his half-hard cock.
Then Harry’s closing his mouth over him and taking all of him in, sucking the whole of Teddy’s cock down to his throat and nuzzling Teddy’s belly like he’d like to suck more.
Teddy’s hips buck of their own accord; Harry has to hold them down a moment while Teddy swears an apology. Harry suckles softly, silent acknowledgement, and after a moment, his hands steal up to find Teddy’s nipples again.
Teddy thinks maybe he’s gone feral this time because even this isn’t like it normally is. Teddy’s never felt this cared for, this precious. He’s not sure what to make of it.
His cock thickens and stiffens in Harry’s mouth and with Harry’s hands on his chest, Teddy’s hips work sporadically, when he can’t help himself. Fucking Harry’s face is a thing that happens in other rooms of the house, never in here. Harry takes Teddy’s hand and replaces his own on Teddy’s tight nipple, shows him how Harry wants to see Teddy touch. Teddy moves his other hand in so Harry will have both of his free but Harry catches that one by the wrist and guides it to the back of Harry’s head. Shows him fingers threaded in Harry’s hair and the soft sort of pressure required to push Harry’s head down.
Harry snakes his right hand up again when Teddy’s following instructions and touches two fingers to Teddy’s lower lip. When Teddy turns his head to kiss them, Harry draws hard on Teddy’s cock until Teddy gasps. Then Harry sneaks his fingers in and rocks them, mimicking a shag. When Teddy sucks them, Harry sucks him, matching speed and heat and intensity as it changes.
It’s not quite enough to make Teddy come but it’s near enough to make Teddy restless and achingly hard, so when Harry lifts his head up in spite of Teddy pressing down, Teddy groans his frustration.
Harry laughs at him and drops a rather paternal kiss to the tip of Teddy’s prick.
“Use the other one, silly. I need that one back.” Teddy means to protest again but Harry’s got his other hand hovering to be sucked and soon enough it’s clear why Harry wanted the first lot wet.
“Fuck, Daddy, right there, please,” Teddy blurts desperately when he feels Harry’s wet fingers first touching his balls, jerking his head to one side to slip Harry’s fingers out so he can get the words out. He gets another sweet kiss to his cock-tip before Harry’s nuzzling his erection blissfully.
It’s the lewdest thing Teddy’s ever seen, Harry Potter gone peaceful and mindless with Teddy’s precome smearing over his face, making his cheek all shiny and getting in his hair. It’s rather like the marking they’d tried that time, Teddy holding Harry’s head still to fuck rough down his throat, pulling out at the end to come all over Harry’s face, making him leave it there so Teddy could smell it on him later. He’d sent Harry to work like that, washed clean but still smelling of him, and Harry had done it gladly because Harry’s quite the kinky sod. This, though, Harry doing it on his own, this is hotter, and hotter still that it’s Daddy doing it with his little boy.
Teddy groans. It’s only partly over the way Harry’s fingers are testing Teddy’s sac.
“Make noise for me, sweetheart,” Harry moans, and Teddy does around the fingers Harry’s pushed back into his mouth, and this time when Harry sucks his cock, Teddy’s too busy groaning for him and sucking those fingers to do much more than rest his hands on the back of Harry’s bobbing head.
As it turns out, he doesn’t need to. Harry’s holding his balls—rubbing them, tugging them, rolling them between his fingertips—so Harry must know when Teddy’s on the edge of coming but Harry doesn’t pull away. If anything, Harry stops bobbing quite so much and tries to keep steady pressure going while he flicks the underside of Teddy’s dick with his tongue.
This time, Harry swallows even after Teddy’s finished, and he’s sucked Teddy through it, pulled his hand away from Teddy’s face to stroke Teddy’s chest through the shuddering.
“Beautiful, sweetheart,” Harry says when Teddy’s dick slips wet and small from his mouth. “You did so well. Look how very good you’ve been, making noise for me like I asked and coming so nicely.”
Ordinarily when there’s been sucking off and swallowing, there’s kissing afterwards, licking the taste of themselves out of each other’s mouths. Teddy expects it, only this time, Harry isn’t pulling away from his crouch to do it. If anything, Harry’s settling in again, tracing two wet fingers lightly across Teddy’s belly and obviously thinking something over.
“You’ve been so good already, I almost hate to ask for more, and I’ll understand if you say no, sweetheart, because you’ve already made your Daddy so happy and it’s getting quite late, isn’t it, it must be past your bedtime now—”
“Daddy?” Teddy blurts. He’ll be honest, it’s a bit worrying that Harry isn’t looking at him, that Harry hasn’t come up for his kiss.
What he sees in Harry’s eyes when he does look up sets his mind to rest. This reluctance isn’t anything real, it’s the next move in their game, more of the seduction he only ever gets like this in here. “Daddy wants to use his mouth on you, sweetheart. Is that all right?”
But you just did, Teddy thinks, and then he catches on. He can’t say anything, he’s only just come and Harry wants to…but yeah, yeah he can nod and bite his lip to hide his eagerness, his best go at playing shy.
Sometimes this means hands and knees with Harry behind him but just now what it means is Harry hooking Teddy’s thighs over his shoulders, Harry angling Teddy’s hips up to lift them off the bed. Harry isn’t just licking his arse, he’s French kissing it, swirling his tongue over Teddy’s arsehole sweet and patient like he’d been on the couch the first time they’d snogged.
Teddy fists the sheets and gives himself up to the flush of pleasure building up again, because Harry’s mouth on his arsehole is always incredible. Harry sucks lightly, angles Teddy closer, and seals his mouth over Teddy’s arsehole to start sucking in earnest.
Teddy cannot help the sounds he makes. They get worse when Harry hums appreciatively. Harry’s tongue is warm, wet velvet darting over sensitive skin, pushing a bit on the muscle then licking over it in a broad stripe. By the time Harry pulls back to nip Teddy’s arsecheek, Teddy’s gone pliant, content to let Harry do anything he wants.
Harry kisses all over Teddy’s inner thigh and pets a finger over where his mouth’s just been, not quite pushing in yet but obviously planning to soon enough. “That’s it, sweetheart. Can you open up for me?”
“Are…Are you going to fuck me?” Teddy’s voice breaks, which is not unreasonable under the circumstances. Teddy’s surprised he’s found words, actually. Still, he winces at what he’s said, because hasn’t Harry been fucking him since he crawled into bed? Idiot. “Inside me, I mean.”
“I know you did,” Harry murmurs, and there’s one last kiss to his thigh before Harry’s shifting back, kissing the crease of Teddy’s arsecheeks, the skin just behind his balls. “And yes, I’d like to. I’d like that very much.”
In Harry’s bedroom, Teddy could growl yes, anything, fucking do it already or Accio the slick, or even drag Harry up for a kiss and pin Harry beneath him to ride Harry’s cock himself. In here, though, that’s not how it works. All Teddy can do is make noise and be patient just like Daddy wants.
The closest thing he’s got to guaranteed shagging in here is a simple question he needs to get out just right, so Teddy summons his resolve and does his best.
“Will it hurt, Daddy?”
The sound Harry makes at that is fucking gorgeous. “It might, yeah, but only a little. And it’s going to feel so good after that, for both of us.” Harry’s face is dark with need when he lifts up again. Teddy’s sure he’d do anything to relieve him. “Do you think you’d like that, your Daddy loving you from inside you?”
Teddy shivers at the sweet croon and delicious imagery. He likes it when it hurts a little and Harry knows he does and when Teddy plays virgin, Harry always makes it hurt for him. Harry’s cock isn’t long but it’s thick at the tip and it takes three fingers first to accommodate it comfortably.
Harry gives him two and a bit of a tongue fuck first, enough lube to be practical without making him too slick, then lays Teddy’s lower half back down so he can lift his cock free of his trousers. Teddy’s naked and as been for a while now but Harry’s still dressed, cock sprung to attention where he’s loosened his flies, and when Harry settles Teddy’s hips in his lap, Teddy’s legs hooked behind him and Teddy’s arse spread just so for Harry’s view, Teddy knows Harry’s going to do this still in his work clothes.
That’s Harry’s bedroom filthy and he’s getting it here. Teddy cannot love that thought enough.
This is not a position designed for best use by beginners but neither of them are; they’ve been roleplaying it on and off for years, reliving those moments and making up for lost time, but physically, Teddy’s had enough up his arse that doing it like this is workable. He arches his back off the bed when Harry strokes a hand down his chest, bites his lip and catches his breath when he feels the head of Harry’s cock nudging against his arsehole and pressing there insistently.
His body knows Harry and it relaxes for him, lets him in the way it has for ages.
There’s still the sting-burn of stretch as the thickest part of Harry’s cock passes through his sphincter and Teddy whines with it because they both love when he does.
“Hurts, Daddy,” Teddy hisses. Harry flattens one palm on Teddy’s belly and rubs in gentle circles, cups the other at Teddy’s waist to stroke down Teddy’s hip.
“You’re doing so well for me, sweetheart. You feel so good.” Harry hesitates; Teddy can almost hear the question lingering between them, long-since rendered irrelevant but still prone to popping up. “Do you want me to stop?”
Teddy loves and hates that question. Loves it for the wickedness of it, the way it makes Teddy admit he likes the pain, but hates it for the uncertainty that makes Harry ask. Teddy’s lived his whole life with Harry Potter and he’s never been hurt once here callously or spitefully; Harry’s just not that sort of person. Even the rough sex Teddy tends to crave around the full moon is asking a lot of him, and he’s gotten better at trusting his own instincts, understanding when it’s something Teddy needs, but he still has moments where he shies away from it. Where even knowing how much Teddy likes it isn’t enough to convince him it’s all right.
“Daddy,” Teddy says in a voice best fit for Harry’s bedroom. “I want you to fuck me open until your cock’s raw, then I want you to come inside me the way you’ve wanted to all night. I like when my arse hurts making room for you. I love still feeling it the next day. None of this is new.” Point made—again—Teddy switches back to a more appropriate tone, something petulantly adolescent. “Daddy, it hurts. Make it better?”
Harry’s gone all red and his face is serious. This is the Daddy who’s laid Teddy over his lap for a spanking, this is the man who’s slicked Teddy’s wand-sized Quidditch figure and pushed it up his arse. This is exactly the face Teddy’d seen looking down at him the full moon Harry taught him to deepthroat, hard fingers holding Teddy’s head still while Harry’d gagged him with his cock.
Shouldn’t be such a surprise, then, when a snap of Harry’s hips buries him completely, but it is. Teddy gasps and bucks with it, claws at the sheets, and Harry’s leaning over to kiss him when Teddy stops moving.
“One of these days, I’m going to leave you too tight,” Harry murmurs before he nips at Teddy’s mouth, and because he tastes like Teddy, the kiss turns long and deep. “If this is what you wanted, should’ve come to mine. Picked up a new Incarcerous variant at work the other day I’ve been meaning to try with you. Might’ve had you trussed up and had some fun with Engorgio, but I do try not to hurt you too much in here.”
Teddy feels half-feral already, like his control’s slipping anyway, but hearing those words come out of Harry’s mouth in his childhood bedroom is just too much for restraint. Teddy bucks his hips again to work himself on Harry’s cock and Harry meets him halfway, both of them somewhat awkward as they change position so Harry’s covering him, hitching Teddy’s legs higher around his hips and thrusting in earnest.
“Not hurting me, Daddy,” Teddy gets out brokenly, because Harry’s apparently trying to shag him breathless now. “Loving me from the inside, right?”
Then Harry’s inching Teddy’s hips up a little and hitting Teddy’s prostate and Teddy’s cock is hard between them, rubbing against Harry’s belly, and when Teddy comes from all the stimulation, Harry doesn’t even slow down.
“That’s it, come for me, Daddy likes it when you’re tight,” Harry says and the clenching in Teddy’s arse goes from fluttering to insistent and Harry just ignores it, keeps fucking in. “Fuck, your little arse, you feel so good, sweetheart, oh, my little boy—” Harry grits out and then Harry’s mouth fits hard over Teddy’s until Harry comes.
Teddy’s arse is still flexing tight in sympathy and Harry’s buried deep, a stiff, dead weight on him while his balls empty, and Teddy brushes sweaty hair off Harry’s forehead, plants a kiss on Harry’s cheek.
“Daddy, that was brilliant.”
Harry grunts tiredly. “I was going to be so gentle with you this time. I had it all planned.”
“You were gentle. Then you weren’t.” Teddy grins at him with what he hopes passes for boyish mischief, though he’s too tired to put much effort in. Harry squints at him sceptically with a single eye.
“I was going to wank you off while we spooned and rub off on your pyjamas. Maybe, maybe, depending on how that went, I was thinking about fondling you with my prick between your legs and talking about how much you’d grown, giving a bit of a hands-on version of the birds-and-bees speech.” Harry kisses him in fond frustration and shifts some of his weight off Teddy. “It was going to be deliciously perverted. You were going to love it.”
Teddy blinks. Imagines bits of that happening, having Harry’s come stains on the arse of his pyjamas, Harry giving him the talk about safe sex with Teddy’s cock in his hand, and blinks again to try to clear the worst of the lust fog. “What happened to that plan?”
“You happened,” Harry mutters. “Wiggling your little arse and coming for me so quickly. ‘Can you fit it all in your mouth, Daddy? Christ Merlin, I defy anyone to hear those words out of that face and not want to prove it.” Harry sighs quietly, turns onto his back. “You’re a bloody menace, sweetheart. I should put you over my knee.”
“Before or after the fondling?”
“With you? Quite likely both and during.”
Teddy scrambles over to snuggle up to Harry so they can fall asleep. Merlin knows what time it is now but Teddy’s sure they’re both tired and anyway, he likes drifting off with his cheek on Harry’s shoulder, one hand on Harry’s chest to keep him there in the morning. Harry mocks an eye roll when Teddy fusses for a comfortable spot but he rests a hand low on Teddy’s arse, not far from where the come and lube have been seeping out of him.
“I’m sorry I ruined your plans, Daddy. They sound incredible.” Teddy frowns a little at his own impatience. “I’d love that so much, you telling me about sex while you’re touching me.” A thought occurs to him, too pleasant to withhold. “Could I ask to see your penis then? Like as an example of what mine might be like when I’m all grown up? Would you show me how to touch it? I fucking love when you do that.”
“You could, yeah.” Harry yawns. “All right, time for sleep now. I’m an old man who needs his rest and even you need to wind down sometime.”
Teddy doesn’t believe the old, Harry’s just experienced, and Teddy’s never been sold on the idea that nighttime is best used sleeping, which Harry’s sworn is because Teddy’s still just 23. Still, Harry does sound tired and Teddy’s worn out, too, and anyway, it’s comfortable just lying here with him for a while.
Less comfortable than it could be because Harry’s still dressed, but nothing to kick out of bed or anything.
“Hey, Daddy?” Teddy asks a few minutes later, when his racing mind forces the words. Harry grunt-hums at him, turns his face to nuzzle Teddy’s forehead. “If I put my pyjamas back on now, you could try again in the morning. I could ask about wet dreams or morning wood or—”
“You’re incorrigible,” Harry says, voice rough with sleep, and he kisses Teddy’s forehead lightly before he feigns snoring.
Yeah, and you love me for it, Teddy thinks and rolls his eyes fondly, and by the time Harry’s drifted off for real, Teddy’s busy making plans of all the things he might do next time his Daddy teaches him about sex.
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Teddy Lupin leaves bits of his virginity all over the cottage, and he’s good at remembering the firsts. As time goes on, though, as things settle, he comes to understand that firsts have variations and that actually, it’s better that way.
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