After they entered the ballroom, Harry and Charlie were met with the sight and sound of all their guests standing and clapping for them. The twins were cheering the loudest although Harry was sure he heard Tonks screaming too.
The grooms mingled with their guests during cocktail hour. They welcomed each guest and thanked them for coming and sharing this joyous occasion. Then, they went to the head table and were served a delicious meal with several courses.
After dinner, King Arthur stood up and tapped the side of his champagne glass. "Hello, everyone. Molly and I would like to thank you for attending this wedding reception for my son, Charlie, and my new son-in-law, Harry. We hope you enjoy yourselves. Now, it is time for the best man toasts. Bill, will you start?"
Bill stood up and smiled at the newly wedded couple. "It is my pleasure and honor to be my brother's best man. I was there for the beginning of Charlie and Harry's relationship. It started right here in this ballroom. Many of you were here that night when my mother hosted a ball for Charlie to meet people and hopefully find the love of his life. Fortunately, Harry attended that ball. I watched as my brother was instantly smitten with him. I can honestly say I've never seen Charlie act that way before. Luckily for him, Harry felt the same way. Since that night, they have been inseparable. Please join me in wishing them as much love, joy, and happiness as they feel right now for the rest of their lives."
Bill raised his glass and toasted the couple. The guests followed suit and cheered loudly for the couple. Charlie and Harry stood up and hugged Bill.
"Thank you, Bill, that was lovely," Harry said.
"Ron, it's time for your toast," Arthur said.
Ron stood up proudly. He was honored to be Harry's best man and to give a toast celebrating his marriage to his older brother.
"I met Harry when we were eleven years old and just starting at Hogwarts. By a lucky stroke of fate, we shared the same dorm and became instant friends. He is one of the best men I know, and I'm so happy that he married my brother. Now, I was surprised when they first started dating, but from that very first night, you could see the spark between them. They complement each other perfectly. With all the brothers I already have, I really didn't think about getting another one. However, I am thrilled to call Harry my brother officially although I have thought of him as my brother since he became my best mate.
Now there is another person who is also Harry's best friend, my lovely wife, Hermione. She has shared best man duties with me, so it seems only right that she finishes my toast. Please stand up, 'Mione."
Hermione stood up gracefully and smiled at her surprised best friend. "Harry, you know I love you like the brother I always wanted. You have always supported Ron and I and we appreciate that more than we can say. I am so happy that you found the one person who completes you and loves you more than anything. You deserve the very best. Charlie, I couldn't have picked a better husband for my best friend. The two of you share a love that is special and unconditional. Cherish each other and your love; it will guide you through the hard times."
She looked at Ron and raised her glass. Ron copied her actions, and together they said, "Congratulations, Harry and Charlie!"
The guests applauded and cheered as they joined in the toast.
Harry had tears in his eyes as he hugged his two best friends and said, "That was perfect. Thank you. I love you both."
Charlie hugged them too. "I'm impressed Ron. You sounded very mature."
Fred and George took advantage of nobody watching them and they stood up. They tapped on their glasses to get everybody's attention. They smirked at the looks the grooms were giving them.
"Now, no one asked us to give a toast, but we feel like we should, seeing that the grooms are very important to us," Fred started.
"Yes, Charlie is our dear brother and we love him very much. However, Harry is our dear friend and fellow teammate," George said.
"Go Lions!" Fred shouted, promoting fellow Gryffindors in the crowd to pick up the chant. For a minute, it sounded like a past soccer match.
Harry shook his head and looked at his husband. "They're your brothers."
"They're your friends," Charlie retorted.
As the chant died down, George carried on with their toast. "When they started dating, Fred and I were in quandary. We liked to threaten and intimidate our siblings' significant others. But how could we threaten our dear friend?"
"So, we threatened Charlie instead. It was right here in this room after they shared their first dance. We cornered Charlie and warned him against hurting our friend. Fortunately, we never had to follow through with our threat. Charlie would never hurt Harry, and Harry would never hurt Charlie," Fred said.
"Yes, they are so happy and in love that they are seriously sappy. Fred and I are worried that it might be catching, so if any of you feel ridiculously happy, you might want to stay away from the newlyweds."
"This has been a public service announcement. Please return to your scheduled activities."
Fred and George bowed and then pretended to cower behind their wives when Harry and Charlie mock shook their fists at them.
Most of the guests were used to the twin's antics and were laughing appreciatively. As far as pranks go, this was a harmless one.
"Now if there aren't any more surprise toasts, I believe that is time for the grooms' first dance," Arthur said, and he signaled the band.
Charlie stood up and offered his hand to Harry. "Dance with me?"
He placed his hand into Charlie's and let him pull him up. "I'd love to."
The couple moved to the center of the ballroom and started dancing together. Harry experienced a moment of deva vu. He smiled as he recognized the song.
"This is the song that was playing when you asked me to dance at your ball," he said.
The redhead smiled. He hoped his husband would recognize it. "I asked the band to play it. After all, it's a special memory for us."
Harry laughed. "The twins were right; you are a sap."
"Hey! You're the one who married me. You must like my sappiness."
Harry pecked his lips sweetly. "Or sappiness really is catching, and I should have stayed away from you."
"You couldn't stay away from me if you tried."
"You're right; I want to be as close to you as I can," He smirked. "If you want, I can demonstrate how close I want to be when we're alone tonight."
Charlie groaned as his blue eyes darkened in arousal. "You're such a tease."
Harry laughed again as they continued their dance. Their guests watched as they laughed and danced together. They could see how much they enjoyed being together.
After the first dance, they separated and danced with other people. Charlie danced with Molly, and Harry danced with Tonks. Then, they danced with family and friends. The twins claimed a dance with the grooms. They twirled Harry and Charlie around the room before exchanging partners. The newlyweds laughed loudly as they were spun around.
Then, it was time to cut the wedding cake. It was a magnificent ten-layer vanilla cake with fresh strawberries and cream between the layers. The grooms cut the first piece together. Harry fed the first bite to Charlie, being careful not to make a mess.
The redhead deliberately smeared icing across Harry's top lip. Before his husband could complain or wipe it off, Charlie leaned over and licked the icing off his lip. He heard Harry's breath hitch, so he claimed his husband's lips in a fiery kiss. Unfortunately, the raven-haired man was aware of where they were and everybody watching, so he reluctantly pulled away from his husband. Some of the guests were clapping and cat-calling.
"We'll continue this later," he whispered into Charlie's ear in order to be heard over the crowd.
"How much longer do we have to stay?" Charlie asked.
"I don't know, but I know we have to stay a while longer."
"Bloody hell," the redhead muttered under his breath.
Unbeknownst to the newlyweds, one person was not enjoying their reception or having to watch them act so lovingly. Draco Malfoy was scowling; he still couldn't believe that Harry had rejected him on multiple occasions. He thought he was superior to Charlie even though he was a prince. Lucius Malfoy had always told him that Malfoys were inferior to no one.
Draco was interrupted from his inner ranting against Harry and his new husband when his fiancé, Astoria Greengrass, demanded that they pay their respects to their hosts.
She led Draco over to the happy couple. Draco leered at Harry, noticing how handsome he looked in his tuxedo. He was convinced he could have shown the raven-haired man the best night of his life. He didn't want to marry Harry; he just wanted to have sex with him.
"Greetings, your majesties," Astoria said, bowing gracefully. "Many blessings on your nuptials."
"Thank you kindly, my lady," Charlie said. "I hope you and Draco are enjoying our reception."
Draco stopped leering at Harry in order to introduce his fiancé. "Prince Charles and Prince Harry, may I present my betrothed, Astoria Greengrass?"
Harry smiled at her, feeling pity that she was engaged to Malfoy. "Welcome, Astoria. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"It's an honor to meet you, your majesty. I wanted to compliment you on your fine pottery art. The vases you crafted are exquisite. I was thinking about having something similar for my wedding."
"I'd be happy to design something for your wedding. Why don't you come to my shop after Charlie and I return from our honeymoon?"
"You are too kind, Prince Harry," Astoria simpered.
"Finally able to afford a vacation, Potter? I'm sure marrying a prince has its perks," Draco sneered.
Charlie glared at Draco, ready to punch him in his smug, pointy face. However, Harry placed a calming hand on his shoulder.
"Marrying Charlie comes with all kinds of perks, Malfoy, although I'm afraid you're too shallow and vain to comprehend any of them. The best perks are unconditional love and unbridled joy," Harry said, green eyes flashing fire at Malfoy.
"If you will please excuse us, we have to greet other guests," Charlie said politely, although his blue eyes are glaring coldly at the blonde man.
Astoria murmured a goodbye as the princes walked away. She was incredibly embarrassed. "You are insufferably rude and arrogant. If you don't change your behavior, I will end our betrothal. I don't care what my father says."
Draco watched as she stalked away. He was fuming. How dare people talk to him that way! He was a Malfoy!
A short time later, Harry walked over to the twins. He leaned in close and whispered, "Operation Malfoy is a Git is a go. What do you have on you?"
He had planned on Malfoy acting like a jerk and had asked the twins for help in teaching Malfoy a lesson. He wanted to know what prank items the twins had brought with them.
Fred grinned wickedly. "Anything you want, Harry. We brought our full arsenal."
Harry looked shocked. "You have all of your pranks and jokes?"
"We wanted to be prepared," George said. "We know how much of a prat Malfoy is."
Harry was mulling his choices. There were the classics like laxative in a chocolate treat or hair dye in a shampoo bottle. It had to be something the twins could do secretively. It wouldn't be proper for a prince to prank an invited guest.
"We do have something new," Fred said excitedly. He held up a tiny bottle with a clear liquid.
"What is that?" he asked suspiciously.
George laughed evilly. "We call it the Limp Noodle. If he drinks it, his little dragon will be completely limp for a weak."
"I'm assuming little dragon is an euphemism for his penis, and he won't be able to become aroused for a week," Harry concluded.
"Correct, dear brother," Fred said. "He'll be completely soft and limp. Is that punishment enough for him?"
He thought it over. It wouldn't hurt Malfoy and he'd be back to normal in a week. Plus, it might save Astoria or anybody else from Malfoy's advances. It would be a just punishment for leering at him all night. He hated the feeling of Malfoy's eyes on him.
"Do it," he said decisively.
Fred and George exchanged mischievous smirks. They just needed a distraction to be able to pour the contents of the tiny bottle into Malfoy's wine glass.
Harry looked around the ballroom, searching for Malfoy. He sighed when he found him. Charlie was talking to him off to the side, away from the crowd.
"Now would be a good time to implement our plan, gentlemen," he said.
The twins had also spotted Malfoy. They grinned when they saw Charlie's angry stance. "Is Charlie defending your honor?"
"Probably. Malfoy made him angry."
"Doesn't he know that you can defend yourself?" Fred asked. Harry was a beast on the soccer field. He definitely wasn't a damsel in distress.
"He knows; he just gets over-protective. I let him have his Prince Charming moments," Harry said fondly.
"Well, now it's time for Prince Mischief and Prince Chaos to work their magic," George said.
Harry laughed as he watched the twins walk towards Charlie and Malfoy. He quickly walked to the opposite side of the room. He joined Ron and Hermione and told them in hushed tones what was happening.
Ron was all for it, but Hermione thought they were being immature. However, all three friends laughed as Fred bumped into Malfoy, drawing his attention away from George, who sneakily poured the Limp Noodle concoction into his glass.
"So sorry, Malfoy. For a moment there, I thought we were back on the soccer field. I saw your pointy face and was overcome with the desire to hit you," Fred said.
Malfoy sneered at the three brothers and strode away. After he was out of earshot, Charlie turned to his brothers.
"What did you put into his drink?" Charlie said. He really didn't care if Malfoy was hurt; he didn't want his brothers to get into trouble.
"Nothing to worry about, brother," George said.
"It won't hurt him, just frustrate him for a while," Fred said.
"If you really want to know, you can ask Harry later," George replied.
"Harry knows about this?" Charlie asked with surprise.
"It was his idea," Fred smirked. "Your husband enjoys a good prank."
"A man of impeccable taste," George stated. "He also enjoys revenge so I wouldn't get on his bad side."
Charlie shook his head. "I don't plan on it. I know he has the two of you to back him up and give him anything he wants."
"You're a smart man, Charlie," Fred said.
"Of course he is, Fred. He married our Harry, didn't he? Smartest decision he ever made."
"You're right, George. Now what was Harry thinking when he married our brother?"
"Hmm, that definitely wasn't smart. I thought our Harry was smarter than that."
Charlie smacked both of them on the back of their heads. "Go bother someone else, you prats!"
The twins walked away, laughing hysterically. Charlie swept his gaze across the room, landing on his amused husband. The redhead shook his head exasperatedly at the three friends who were laughing. He was sure Harry had been watching the whole time and found the whole thing extremely funny.
The next couple hours passed slowly for the newlyweds. They were having fun with their guests, but they were anxious to head to their house. However, Harry was happy to see his pottery master, Garrick Ollivander.
Ollivander and Harry stood in front of one of the large vases holding purple, yellow, and white roses. The vase was a glittery gold with purple swirls.
"This is exquisite work, Harry," Ollivander said. "All of the vases and pots are expertly crafted and beautiful."
"Thank you, Master Ollivander."
"You're no longer my apprentice. You have mastered every skill and technique I have taught you. You may call me Garrick."
"I'm honored, sir."
Ollivander shook his head fondly. "Keep up the good work, Harry."
Finally, Arthur and Molly stood on the stage and announced, "Before we send the newlyweds on their way, my sons, Fred and George, have prepared a surprise for them. They assured me it is not a prank but a wedding present for their brothers. If everyone will please move to the gardens, we can see the surprise."
Everybody moved to the gardens where Fred and George were waiting. They motioned for the newlyweds to come over to them.
"We've been experimenting in our shop, but don't worry your gift isn't a joke or a prank," Fred said.
"We thought tonight would be the perfect opportunity to showcase our new product plus you're the perfect people to receive them," George said.
"So we proudly present Weasleys' Wild-Fire Whiz-Bangs!" the twins said together.
They set off a spectacular round of fireworks. There were bright, bold, and loud bursts of light sparkling against the night sky. Charlie stood behind Harry and held him in his arms as they watched the fireworks. Harry leaned against his husband and thought this was the perfect ending to their reception.
After the fireworks show, Harry and Charlie hugged the twins tightly and thanked them profusely for their gift. They had loved the fireworks.
All of the Weasleys, Remus, Tonks, and their close friends hugged the newlyweds and wished them a goodnight. Harry and Charlie reverently removed their golden crowns and handed them to Arthur. Then, they waved goodbye to their guests as they climbed into the back of a limo.
Inside the limo, Harry sighed in relief as he removed his bowtie. He was happy he could finally relax and not have hundreds of eyes watching him.
Charlie also removed his bowtie and placed it in his pocket. He scooted closer to Harry and held his hand. "I love you."
"I love you too, my husband."
The redhead smiled. He loved hearing Harry call him his husband. "So, was all this craziness worth it?"
Harry laughed. "Yes. It wasn't all craziness though. The ceremony was beautiful and the reception was fun. The twins even behaved."
Charlie chuckled deeply. "That was a miracle. I'm surprised they managed to restrain themselves."
"Those fireworks were amazing. I didn't know they were working on them."
"Yeah, they kept it a secret."
The limo pulled into the driveway of their new home. The driver opened the back door for them, and they stepped out of the car. The driver wished them a good night and returned to the castle.
Charlie unlocked the front door and ushered Harry inside. As they stood in the foyer, they looked around their home in awe. The contractor had done a wonderful job, and their home was just the way they wanted it. They had spent the last week moving their belongings into the house and buying furniture. The house was perfect and just waiting for them to start living in it.
"Do you want anything to eat or drink?" Charlie asked. He was feeling nervous about going upstairs.
"No, I'm good unless you want something," the raven-haired man said.
Charlie shook his head. Harry smiled gently; he could sense his anxiety. He took his hand and squeezed firmly. He gestured to the stairs. "Do you want to go upstairs?"
"I really do, but it feels like I have a thousand butterflies in my stomach."
"You know we don't have to do anything tonight. I'd be very happy just to hold you in my arms and go to sleep."
"I want something to happen. I want you so badly."
"I want you too."
They walked up the oak staircase and into the master bedroom. The walls were painted a soft cream color, and the carpet was a lush green color. A king-sized bed with a walnut headboard dominated the room.
Charlie stopped beside the bed. "I don't know about you but I've been dying to take this tux off all night."
"You look absolutely gorgeous in that tux, but I think it's time it came off," Harry said. He removed his jacket and started unbuttoning his shirt.
Charlie removed his jacket and then sat on the bed to remove his shoes and socks. He watched as Harry finished unbuttoning his shirt and slid it off his shoulders. He felt his mouth go dry as he saw Harry's tanned skin and firm muscles.
After he removed his shoes and socks, Harry noticed Charlie watching him. "Like what you see?"
"Of course I do. You're beautiful."
"Thank you. I feel like you're overdressed. Do you need help?" he asked, fingers itching to remove Charlie's shirt.
"Please," he said, spreading his legs apart so Harry could stand in between his thighs.
Harry moved quickly to Charlie and kissed him hard and fast. Next, he kissed along his jawline and down his neck. Then, he pulled back and started unbuttoning his husband's shirt, kissing each new spot of skin uncovered. Finally, he removed his shirt and threw in on the floor.
Charlie reached for him and kissed him fervently. His nerves had disappeared. He wanted to feel Harry's naked body against his. He slid his hands down from Harry's shoulders to the waistband of his pants. He toyed with the belt buckle.
Looking into the lust-darkened emerald eyes, he asked, "May I?"
"Yes," he breathed.
Charlie carefully unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned and unzipped Harry's pants. They fell to his ankles and he stepped out of them. He was only wearing tight, black boxer-briefs.
Harry took a step backward. "Stand up, love."
He stood up and watched as Harry's fingers went to his belt.
"Can I take your pants off?"
Charlie nodded. "Hurry."
Harry quickly removed his belt and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He knelt on the floor and helped Charlie step out of his pants. Before he stood back up, he brushed his hand against Charlie's hard dick, covered by navy boxers.
Charlie gasped. "If you keep doing that, this will be over quickly."
"That's ok; you can have more than one orgasm tonight," Harry said, smirking. "I have lots of ideas about how to consummate our marriage."
"I want to come with you inside me," he said, groaning as Harry teasingly touched his dick again.
He rocked back on his heels, staring up at Charlie with wide green eyes. "Are you sure?"
Charlie nodded. "You are mine, and I am yours. I want you to make love to me."
Harry stood up and gently kissed Charlie, hugging him tightly. "Ok, baby, I'll make it good for you."
"I know you will; I trust you completely."
Harry pulled back the sage green comforter and sheets and gestured for Charlie to lie on the bed. He straddled his hips and looked down at his sexy husband. His red hair and pale ivory skin looked beautiful against the green sheets. He could see a hint of nerves in his blue eyes, so he leaned down and softly brushed his lips against Charlie's.
"Relax, love, let me do all the work. I'll make you feel really good."
Charlie's hand snaked out and gripped the back of Harry's neck. He kept Harry's head close to his so he could kiss him again. He poured all the love and lust he was feeling into that kiss. When the kiss finally ended, both men were panting harshly.
He massaged Charlie's shoulders and upper arms as he kissed down his neck until he reached his chest. He playfully flicked one of his nipples and smiled when his husband keened loudly.
"Do you remember when we had phone sex?" he asked. "Remember what I said I wanted to do with your nipples?"
"Yes, I do," Charlie moaned. "Please do what you said you would."
Harry moved his hands to Charlie's chest and used his fingers to gently roll his nipples around, his callused fingers roughly rubbing against the sensitive skin. He leaned down and blew a steady stream of air against one nipple. Next, he sucked the nipple into his mouth and licked all around it. He let it out of his mouth and blew more air on it, making the redhead shiver violently. He moved to the other nipple and quickly sucked it into his mouth and biting down on it.
Charlie was moaning constantly as Harry played with his nipples. He had promised that he wouldn't stop until they were red and sore and Charlie would be begging for more. He had reached the begging stage. He was ready for more, plus he felt like he would come in his boxers if Harry kept touching his nipples.
"Harry, please, I want more," he begged.
Harry nodded; he was ready to move on too. He was eager to make love to Charlie for the first time. He leaned back on his heels and trailed his hands down Charlie's torso, feeling his firm abs. He reached the waistband of his boxers and slipped one finger inside, touching the soft skin.
"Are you ready to remove these?"
Charlie bobbed his head frantically and lifted his hips off the bed. "Yes!"
Harry chuckled softly and slid the boxers off his hips and down his legs. He tossed them onto the floor. Opening the nightstand drawer, he took out a condom and a bottle of lube.
Charlie saw the condom and shook his head. "I want to feel you, love. We're both clean, and we're married now. There's never going to be anybody else ever. We don't need condoms."
Harry smiled. "You're right; there's never going to be anybody else. It's you and me forever."
Charlie pulled Harry down on top of him and kissed him passionately. He ran his hands down his muscular back and felt his briefs. He realized Harry was still wearing his underwear and they needed to come off. He wanted to feel his husband's naked body against his.
"Take these off, baby," Charlie said.
Harry wiggled out of his underwear and then put the condom back in the drawer. He picked up the bottle of lube and poured a generous amount into his palm. He quickly coated his fingers and looked at his husband.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked.
"Yes, love, I'm sure. I want to feel you inside me."
"How do you want to do this? Like this or do you want to turn over?"
"Like this; I want to see you," he said. He wanted to watch Harry's face as he pushed into his body for the first time.
He grabbed a pillow and placed it under Charlie's hips, to provide a better angle for his fingers and then his cock. Charlie wiggled on the pillow, getting comfortable, and then spread his legs wider, signaling that he was ready.
Harry's fingers traced the V-shape made by his hipbones and lightly brushed over Charlie's hard cock. He moved his fingers lower and traced around his hole. He gently pushed his index finger into the small, pink hole.
Charlie moaned. Harry's long finger felt different than his own fingers. He felt Harry move his finger around in a circle, spreading the lube.
"How are you feeling, baby?" Harry asked. He couldn't believe he was finally touching Charlie as he had been fantasizing about for months.
"Good, love, so good. Talk to me please."
Harry thought he knew what Charlie wanted, but he wanted to tease him a bit. Plus, he really wanted to hear him say it. "How do you want me to talk to you?"
"Like that time on the phone. Tell me what you're doing, what you want to do to me."
Harry groaned. He loved that Charlie wanted to hear dirty talk. "Ok, baby. You look so good right now, spread out and taking my finger so well. I can't wait to see you take my dick."
Charlie whimpered and begged for another finger. "Give me more."
Harry added another finger and moved them around, finally finding his prostrate. Charlie keened as he felt intense pleasure shoot through his body.
"Please fuck me now, Harry. I'm ready," Charlie begged desperately. He let go of the sheets he had been gripping so tightly that he thought he might tear them. His hands moved to Harry's shoulders; he wanted to touch Harry to feel that he was real and that he wasn't dreaming about him again.
"No, you're not. I'll give you three fingers and open you up until your tight, hot hole is ready for me. I'm going to make you nice and wet. By the time, I'm done you'll be dripping with lube, and then your hole will be leaking my cum."
Charlie moaned as he listened to his husband's voice and filthy words. He could perfectly imagine the visual of his words and he wanted to feel Harry's cum dripping out of his well-used hole.
Harry had three fingers thrusting hard and fast into Charlie's body. The lube made a squelching sound as he pounded his fingers against Charlie's prostrate, making the redhead cry with need.
Harry slowly pulled his fingers out of his hole, and Charlie let out a whimper in despair. He felt empty and he wanted his husband to fill him up. He opened his blue eyes, not knowing when he closed them, and he moaned when he saw Harry slicking his long, hard cock.
"Please make love to me," he moaned. He ran his hands up and down Harry's back. He was feeling so restless; he needed Harry to ground him.
Harry nodded. "Yes, baby, I'm going to make you mine. I love you so much. I'm yours and you are mine."
He positioned his dick at Charlie's entrance and gently pushed in. Once he was halfway inside, he stopped and let Charlie adjust to the feeling. However, Charlie didn't want him to stop. He wasn't feeling any pain, just an incredible fullness.
"Keep going, love. I want to feel all of you."
Harry whimpered as his husband commanded him to move. He gratefully slid the last few inches into Charlie, moaning at how hot and tight he felt around his dick.
"Oh, Charlie, you feel so perfect around me. You're amazing."
The redhead had kept his eyes on his husband's face as he pushed into his body. He loved seeing the pleasure and wonder in those beautiful green eyes. He also loved how he felt so connected to him.
Harry leaned down and kissed Charlie deeply. He was trying to convey how lucky he felt that he was married to this wonderful man. He felt so blessed to have Charlie's love and trust.
Charlie's hand fisted itself in Harry's silky black hair. He kissed him back urgently. He wanted to kiss him forever, but he also wanted to feel Harry moving inside him.
Breaking the kiss, Charlie looked Harry in the eye and demanded, "Move."
Harry grinned shakily and gave him a quick kiss. "As you wish, love."
He planted his arms on the bed for strength and balance. He pulled his hips back until the tip of his dick was barely inside Charlie's hole, then he thrusted back in fast and hard. He thrusted a few more times the same way. Then, he slowed down as he grabbed a hold of Charlie's hips and tilted them up slightly. He pushed back inside, causing Charlie to let out a loud yell. He smirked as he knew he had found his husband's prostrate.
Charlie had never felt anything as amazing as Harry thrusting inside him. He wanted to yell at him when he slowed down, but then he was screaming when Harry hit his prostrate. He thought fingering his prostrate had felt good but Harry's dick pounding against it was incredible. He couldn't stop yelling his husband's name over and over again.
Harry kept up his fast pace, hearing his name fall from the redhead's lips had him nearing the edge sooner than he wanted. He was too close to orgasm to stop now. He wanted Charlie to come with him. Before he could reach his husband's dick, Charlie was coming untouched. He watched in wonder as Charlie's face was flooded with pleasure.
Charlie had forgotten about his hard, throbbing dick because he was entirely focused on Harry's dick inside him. So, his orgasm caught him totally by surprise. He gasped as he felt cum spurt out of his dick and land on his stomach and chest. He worried that his grip on Harry's upper arms would leave bruises, but he couldn't let go.
Harry thrusted hard inside Charlie a few more times; Charlie's hole tightening around him pulled his orgasm from him. He shouted Charlie's name as he came intensely. Then, he collapsed on top of his husband, panting harshly.
Charlie's heartbeat slowed down and he released his grip on Harry's arms. He ran his hands soothingly over his back, waiting for him to calm down. He felt amazing, and he was so happy that they had waited for their wedding night. It had been absolutely perfect to make love for the first time as husbands.
The raven-haired man slowly lifted his head and looked at Charlie. Now, that he was thinking clearly again, he was worried about Charlie.
"Are you ok? Are you in any pain? Was I too rough?"
"No, I feel great. You were perfect," Charlie said, touched by Harry's concern. He brushed the sweaty hair off his forehead. "It was even better than my fantasies."
Harry smiled. "You were perfect too. You looked and felt even better than I had imagined. That was completely amazing."
He gently pulled out of Charlie, who let out a small whimper that they were no longer so intimately connected. He pressed a quick kiss to Charlie's lips and whispered that he would be right back. He walked into the bathroom and washed himself off. He brought back a warm washcloth and tenderly cleaned his husband.
Charlie watched him with fond eyes. "I could have walked to the bathroom."
"I know but I wanted to do this. Let me take care of you."
Surprisingly, Charlie blushed as Harry wiped between his legs. He had felt Harry's cum trickling out of him and was a little disappointed that it was being wiped away. However, he knew he wouldn't have wanted to wake up to a sticky mess.
Harry thought Charlie's blush was adorable. His husband had been wanton during their love-making, asking for dirty talk and begging for more, but the aftermath of getting clean had embarrassed him. He thought he was so cute, and he loved that he had a lifetime to spend with this man.
"I love you, Harry," Charlie said, smiling brightly. He felt his heart would burst; it was so full of love for his husband.
"I love you, Charlie, forever and always."
"Forever and always, my husband."
After he put the dirty washcloth in the bathroom hamper, Harry walked back over to the bed. He climbed in beside his dozing husband and covered them with the sheet and blanket. He lay on his back and watched as Charlie rolled over and snuggled up to him. His head flopped onto Harry's chest and an arm snaked around his waist. Harry smiled at his cuddly husband.
"Goodnight, sweetheart," he said.
"Hmmm," Charlie hummed. "Goodnight, love."
Harry closed his eyes and joined his husband in the land of slumber. Their perfect wedding had been followed by the perfect wedding night. Their happily ever after had just begun.
