Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Junjō Romantica still doesn't belong to me, no matter how much I wake up and wish I was this famous yaoi erotica writer


[Junjō Romantica x Harry Potter series]

Junjō Sensibility

"A love that both teaches and guides"

Summary: Kusama Yū, Nowaki's younger brother, decides to help his sibling out by making some deliveries. Ironically, the day that he delivers a bouquet to the elder Usami sibling from an admirer is also the day that Haruhiko decides to court him...


Well, niichan, I did my best. Calloused but gentle hands ran along the curve of a jaw...down an elegant, pale throat. Really, I think I gave I gave this guy the run around. I bet you'd be proud of me, for holding out for so long. Because he... Lips replaced those hands and violet eyes became slightly unfocused as butterfly kisses were placed down the length of his body. "...! Unh, uh..." Fingers clenched in the sheets and body pulling taut, hips raising up automatically to get more of that delicious, talented mouth wrapped around his cock so nicely.

The man sitting in between his legs and doing this without any shame whatsoever, was a powerfully built gentleman. He had broad shoulders and a trim waist, normally dressed impeccably in a suit and tie, however, right now, the suit jacket was missing, leaving only a collared shirt that was half opened and revealing a lean, muscled torso and his pants were pushed down, boxer briefs still on thankfully but he was packing a serious bulge. "Yū-kun...Can I be inside you now?" Releasing the cock from his mouth, but still stroking absently, running his thumb over the slit, he rocked his hips forward, his own cock twitching in excitement as he brushed against the clothed bottom.

"L-Lube, first. Nightstand..." Yū was not changing his mind about that. He'd experienced sex with men twice in his life, once without lube and once with saliva as a poor substitute, neither time had been pleasant; he didn't even cum. Luckily, the other man did not argue, and Yū bit his bottom lip to silence a whine that threatened to exit his mouth when his comforting weight was temporarily gone. To keep his body in the 'mood', so to speak, he touched himself; his genitals, his nipples. Licking the pads of his fingers lightly, he brushed them across his nipples again, moaning quietly.

"Don't stop." It was a command, the voice of the person over him... When did he close his eyes? "Look at me when you do it. I want to see." There was an undeniable heat in the normally monotone voice, a husky quality.

"Oh Kami, how you say such embarrassing things aloud..." Yū muttered, somehow managing to peel his eyes open, resuming his previous activities. "H-Haru –––– Nn, mmm..." His toes were curling as a finger, wet with lube, was gently inserted into his hole, wiggling around and loosening him up. 'Of course he'd be fast with this.' he thought to himself, inwardly exasperated, as the older man added another.

"Yū-kun..." He was watching the youth's expression intently, looking for signs of discomfort or to stop, slow down. "Remember, you said not in a million years would you do this with someone you didn't like ?" He had three fingers working his lover open. "Does that mean...?" Just as he asked this, his middle finger brushed against something soft and spongy.

His eyes rolled in the back of his head and he let out a loud moan, pressing back against those fingers."D-Do that again." Yū requested, raising up and wrapping his arms around the man's shoulders, nails digging into the fabric... "Haruhiko...s-s..." Whatever he was trying to say was lost as the blunt head of Haruhiko's cock, lathered generously with lube as well, entered him. "Yū...deep breaths." Haruhiko cautioned moments before thrusting the rest of the way in. It was probably a good thing he was still wearing his shirt, if he hadn't, he'd probably have scratch marks. The rational and composed portion of his brain was missing, it felt so good to finally be joined. He wanted to move so badly... "Yū, I –"

"S-Shut up, you big bastard. J-Just let me..." Tentatively, he moved, adjusting as best he could. "HARUHIKO!" Yū cried out as his legs were lifted onto the bigger man's shoulder, nearly folding him in half, the new angle allowed for the prostate to be hit dead on pretty much every time. The elder Usami felt relief sweep through him, Yū's body wasn't fighting or rejecting his anymore and he was able to get deeper, falling into a steady rhythm that brought them both enjoyment.

"There was something you were asking me before." Yū commented as Haruhiko tenderly, dutifully, cleaned every inch of his skin with a warm washcloth. "I kind of got distracted but I think it was important." The ministrations stopped. "Haruhiko?"

"Someone brought it to my attention that I may have unintentionally caused you stress. Selfishly, I pursued you for three months. Did you give in because..." Because you wanted to spare my feelings and let me down easy? Flick. His forehead was harshly flicked. "Ow."

"OI! Stop listening to other people." Yū chastised. "In the first week, I thought you were either a deranged stalker or a middle aged rich guy with entirely too much free time on your hands. I even thought that it was a new form of harassment created by snobs..." Haruhiko's expression became closed off and he made to get out of bed, but Yū held on to his hand. "But then I realized you had no way of expressing your interest in a normal fashion, you're definitely socially awkward and used to extravagance. So you assumed that was the way to 'get' me, by proving in some backwater, cavemanesque manner that you could provide anything I wanted."

"I was wrong. I failed. You don't have to force – !" Haruhiko started to speak, only to be cut off by Yū's lips on his, holding his face in place and kissing him tenderly.

"The only thing I need from you is your presence. Hold me, kiss me. Talk to me. Tell me how your day was. I'm aware of my position as a college student and you're a successful adult with high standing in society, but I value my independence and our positions won't always be that way. I don't want you to think that I'm only with you because you can provide me with luxury items and expensive cuisine." Being direct, Yū realized, was the only way to get Haruhiko to listen to what he was saying, so he employed that method as often as possible.

No matter how embarrassed he felt or awkward it was.

"...I see." Haruhiko replied and Yū nearly face faulted. Here he was baring his soul and he got two words. Two! "Yū-kun... Aishiteru."

Two words again. Oh, God, he was being profound. Direct and profound.

Eee! Someone save him! "W-Watashi mo aishiteru." Yū's entire face was flushed but he managed to say it.


And that's a wrap. I'm totally amused with this. Yū is a stronger person than Daichirō, in my other Haruhiko/Harry Potter story for sure, but he's still quite young. This is only the prologue, shall I do a back-story with the Egoist couple taking on this young boy while balancing a relationship? Or do you all want to skip directly to the Harry/Haruhiko meeting (which I find funny in my head)? Anyways! I'll be focusing on this fanfic, Clarity and Reborn for You, the last which I've severely neglected mainly because I was irritated and is next to be updated, so expect that as soon as a day or two, hopefully.

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