Visits From a Schoolboy
The first time those whiskers tickled his thighs, those paws crawled across his skin, James tried to ignore it. Must be a product of my fantasies about Evans, he thought.
The second time, something soft and furry nudged his cock, and unbidden, he felt it rise. "No, no, stop it," he murmured, but whatever it was down there urged him on, urging until he came with a silent moan.
The third time, James peered under his covers in the darkness, not surprised to see a set of beady translucent eyes staring back.
"Welcome again, Wormtail. I've been waiting for you."