Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Chapter Two
"Bouncing Back"

"What the fuck?"

It was the first sentence that popped into his head as he wrenched his eyes open. He looked up to see his arms spread across the top of the bed, tied to either posts…just as his legs were. He pulled at the wiry rope and thrashed the sheets around him.

"James!" he cried. "James!"

"Oh do calm down."

He turned to his right to see his brother, steam rolling off of his body as he stood, dripping wet from his early morning shower. Albus gulped.

He slowly came to stand near the bedside table, his hair falling in locks around his smirking face.

"This isn't funny," Albus said, his tone as serious as the look upon his face.

"Oh but it is," James whispered playfully, his finger idly tracing small circles upon the hollow of his hipbone. It was only then that he felt the breeze across his body, and it was only then that he realized the depth of the situation.

He was naked, spread across a bed and tied to it's posts, all for his lover's enjoyment. Or was it his?

He stopped thinking when that finger that had his attention earlier slowly began to drift closer and closer to the erection the suddenly stood from between his own legs. He merely shivered in response as a fingernail scraped softly down the length and up again, causing a groan to issue from the body beside James.

Warm breath suddenly blossomed from his mouth and onto his cold skin, erupting goose bumps along his now sensitive hip. He trembled as the rope bit into his wrists. He winced as the pleasure drove on.

His fingers curled around the pulsing flesh, slowly beginning to thrust his fist in a teasingly slow rhythm. Albus groaned deeply, the sound resonating through his chest and bringing a smile to James face.

He slowly climbed upon the large bed, straddling one of Albus' legs as his hand worked between them, still achingly slow.

Sweat beaded upon his skin, his hair sticking to his forehead as he began to pant, his breaths short and gasping, his muscles tensing, bunching neatly under his skin. The ropes began to burn as they rubbed mercilessly against his wrists, his hands grasping the rope that tied him to the bed, his back arching deeply into the hand that drove his pleasure.

But it wasn't until James' mouth reached his skin that his lips parted, and he moaned. It was helpless, a sound of submission as James' tongue whorled around his ribs, nipping and licking ever so painstakingly slow.

He whimpered as his tongue met his hipbone, licking the hollow and sucking upon the skin softly, his teeth burying themselves there for but a moment before he slowly licked downward.

Albus gasped as James took his whole length within his mouth, his tongue slowly twirling along the underside as he cried out, bucking his hips slowly against the roof of the boy's mouth, the friction a sweet spike of pleasure before he pulled back, licking the very tip before letting him go completely.

Albus moaned loudly, his eyes glazed over as he searched for his brother, his hips involuntarily bucking into the air as he threw his head back and groaned.

But then it was James at his feet, untying the ropes that dug into his now red ankles. He rubbed them uselessly together before James wrenched them apart, his thigh rested upon his brothers.

He groaned as he felt his length at his backside, circling his sensitive skin softly before inching past the tightened skin, his voice sounding in a long and glorious moan of relief. And with Albus' calf upon his chest he began to thrust, building a deep and luxurious pattern of strokes, his hips arching upward.

Albus practically screamed as James wrapped his hand once more around his now bulging erection, pumping his fist around it in time with his thrusts, brushing his prostate with every motion until finally, he came.

Stars burst in front of his eyes as he cried out, pulling at the ropes around his wrist as he came in one extraordinary moment of pure, unadulterated bliss.

He lay panting and replete afterwards, James reaching to untie his wrists, rubbing them lovingly and placing kisses atop the slightly marred skin. Albus smiled warmly as he wrapped his arms around his brother, holding him close as they both nuzzled each other sleepily.

"Tomorrow it's your turn, Al."

He merely smiled in response.

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Author's Note: So I'm starting slow, nothing too out there and kinky, really. Just things other than the normal bedroom scene. Which seems to be the entire mission here. Still, I believe James did a fantastic job with his brother in this. Next chapter it's Al's turn O: Excited? Review! --Delta