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"Up you get then."
Harry started to sit up. He always took Albus straddled across his thighs since it was easier for both of them.
"Can we try it this way?" Albus asked, wrapping his arms around his father's neck. "It's not my first time, dad."
Harry frowned at the reminder before nodding.
"All right, but if it's too painful, you're sitting on me," he warned.
Aligning their bodies together, he took a deep breath and rocked his hips forward, inserting the head of his erection.
Albus gasped, arms tightening around Harry's neck, one hand grabbing his hair.
Harry kissed him deeply, stroking his tongue to distract him before rocking forward again, seating himself another inch, swallowing the second gasp. He raised his head.
"Al?"
"I'm fine," Albus replied, his green eyes moist, but his voice steady.
Steeling himself, Harry gave another thrust. His heart clenched when Albus winced and bit his lower lip, more tears welling up in his eyes.
"Al..."
"I'm fine, dad! Go on," Albus urged. He blinked rapidly.
Harry stared at him, his throat tight with guilt.
"I-I'm OK," Albus insisted. His voice trembled and the tears spilled over.
Lips pressed thin, Harry shook his head. He pulled out and wrapped his arms around Albus, swinging them around so that the boy lay sprawled on his chest. Gently, Harry thumbed away the glistening tear tracks.
"Wait til you're bigger, Al," he whispered.
Albus sniffled and nodded. He pushed himself upright, knees on either side of his father's hips.
"When I'm bigger," he vowed.
Harry felt his heart turn over at what the words implied.
"Raise up a bit," he whispered, reaching between his legs to hold his length upright.
Albus shifted until he was positioned right over that flushed head. He inhaled and started taking his father inside him once more.
"Slowly," Harry breathed.
More tears welled up. Albus blinked them away impatiently, face scrunched up in concentration as he continued to impale himself.
"Oh, God," Harry groaned as he was sheathed with exquisite slowness, heart pounding and muscles bunching with the strain of holding still. He didn't even breathe until Albus had taken him to the hilt at last, small buttocks resting on his groin.
They both exhaled at the same time, Albus' quivering sigh filling Harry with pride and guilt.
"How do you feel, son?" he whispered.
Albus palmed away his tears and smiled down at him. Sweet… innocent… triumphant.
"Very full, dad."
It made Harry smile, recalling the first time Albus had said that…
Father and son stared at each other before Harry nodded at last.
"All right. Put your arms around my neck," he ordered.
Sliding his hands under the slender thighs, he cradled a pert buttock in each hand and positioned the tender opening in between above his throbbing erection. Pleasuring Albus so intimately had left his body painful with need and he prayed he would be able to hold out.
"Take a deep breath and push down on me," he continued.
Albus obeyed and then froze, eyes widening in distress.
"Hurts..."
Harry gritted his teeth. "I know. Just relax and push down again."
Biting his lip, Albus went down an inch before stopping again, wincing.
"Ow!"
Harry prayed for strength. The first time he had entered Ginny this way, she had needed five whole minutes to take all of him inside her despite the spell. He didn't dare think how long it would take Albus.
"That's it, son," he encouraged. "Push down again."
Fisting the sheets on either side of him, Albus sank lower and stopped.
"Nnh..."
His head dropped forward, breath coming out in shallow, pained gasps.
Harry bit his lip to keep silent. His erection softened when Albus lifted his head, tears running down his pale cheeks, lower lip bruised from his teeth.
"Oh God." Harry's voice shook.
Albus quickly dashed a hand across his eyes.
"I'm fine," he said, voice trembling. He pushed down again, that same hand now stifling a sob.
"H-hurts," he whimpered.
Harry swore.
"That's it!" he decided. He clamped Albus around the waist, preparing to lift him right off.
"No, dad!" Albus started struggling.
"You're too small!"
"I don't care, I want this!"
Green eyes clashed with green, stormy desire masked by the pain of penetration and guilt.
"I'm hurting you," Harry said hoarsely. He wiped away more tears with a shaking hand, close to tears himself.
"You're not!" Albus insisted.
Harry didn't know whether to laugh or cry at that blatant lie. Had Albus always been this stubborn?
"I want you, dad. I – I just can't do it by myself." Albus' eyes pleaded with him.
Despite his guilt, Harry shuddered at the words, knowing he was damned.
"Grab my shoulders tight and take a deep breath," he said.
Holding Albus firmly by the waist, Harry took a deep breath himself and thrust up hard, forcing the rest of his length into his son.
Albus' shrill cry of pain was almost a scream, body snapping rigid and nails digging into Harry's flesh.
Harry wilted at once, the tight grip of Albus' body the only thing keeping him sheathed. He held his sniffling son tightly in his arms, broken words of apology falling from his lips until shaking fingers pressed against his mouth.
"Don't be sorry, dad," Albus whispered.
"How do you feel?" Harry whispered back, taking in the reddened eyes and splotchy cheeks.
Albus blinked. He gave a tentative wriggle and then another one and then he smiled.
"Very… full?"
The sight of that tiny, teasing smile amidst the tears weakened Harry's limbs with relief. He kissed Albus soundly, his chest tight with emotion.
"It gets better now, Al. I promise," he whispered.
It did. The next time Albus screamed, it was with the raw bliss of orgasm...
Longing to hear that same pleasured scream, Harry leaned forward to kiss Albus.
"Ready, son?" he murmured against that small mouth.
"Ready, dad," Albus replied and gave a gasp when Harry rocked up into him.
To be continued.
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