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The Worst is Yet to Come
Harry led Jesse through the crowds of people at the market. The day was coming to an end and Harry felt better and better as time progressed. Jesse had been right, all they needed was a day off. He dragged a smiling Jesse to a bench and pulled his younger lover onto his lap. The younger wizard gasped at Harry's sudden display of affection. They, by no means, hid their relationship from people. But Harry was rarely ever this affectionate, even in private. He leaned back into the embrace, closing his eyes as he took in Harry's warmth. It was still fairly hot outside, even as the sun set. But Jesse loved the feeling of Harry pressed against him and no amount of heat was going to change that.
"Someone's in a good mood," he pointed out happily, running his fingers along Harry's strong forearm.
"Of course I am," Harry said. "I've got the most beautiful man in London sitting in my lap."
Jesse laughed, throwing his head back and feeling his cheeks warm at the compliment. Harry admired the sight; the gentle curve of Jesse's neck, the pink lips stretched into a beautiful smile, and the blue eyes radiating warmth and happiness in a way that punched the breath out of Harry. What had he been so worked up about? Harry asked himself. So Snape showed up, so what? Harry had Jesse. He had beautiful, sweet, and wonderful Jesse. Snape could go jump off a cliff for all Harry cared. He had his happiness, nothing was going to get in the way of that.
Somewhere in the back of his head he heard the snide voice that said, 'Yeah, just keep lying to yourself, Potter, we both know how this is going to end.' But he ignored it and buried his head in Jesse's neck, feeling his own lips twitch into a grin.
"You know I love you, right?" Harry asked, pressing a soft kiss to the skin of Jesse's neck.
Jesse did not respond right away and for a horrible second, Harry thought he had spoken out of line. But then Jesse stood from his lap and turned around, bending down so he could lay an insistent kiss on Harry's lips. Harry kissed back enthusiastically, letting himself sink into the sugary softness of the rose petal lips. The sun was replaced by the moon and when Jesse pulled away from their kiss, he tugged Harry up from the bench and they began walking back to the apparition point.
"It was a good day," Jesse stated. But Harry heard the question in his voice.
"Yeah, it was," Harry agreed, grabbing Jesse's hand and interlocking their fingers together. Jesse smiled beatifically and leaned into Harry as they apparated away.
There was a silence as they made their way back to the bakery and up to the loft. The shop was long closed and Hermione was nowhere to be seen as they made their way through the apartment. Well, Harry thought, the place was still standing so nothing too bad could have happened that day. But thoughts of the business were fleeting as Jesse led him to the bedroom. They stripped each other in silence, simply enjoying the presence of each other. There were no words for this, at least, not any that they could think of.
Harry took his time as he bared each delectable portion of Jesse's pale skin. He marvelled at the smooth surface that was Jesse's body. It was so cut and trim and unbroken; without scars, not even a freckle marred the delicate membrane. He ran his fingers up and down the pale abdomen, over the planes of flat stomach to the hard bones of Jesse's hips and down to the well-toned muscles of his thighs. He was a sight to be seen. He tried to appreciate every bit of the beautiful man before him and really, with such a beautiful creature laid out, prostrate, on his bed, his breath should have been taken away. But all he felt was arousal, like every time withe Jesse. It was sweet and beautiful and satisfying, but nothing more. As always, Harry ignored it and climbed over Jesse, pressing his lips to every available patch of skin.
There was a familiar itch in his skin, the need to be taken, to be dominated and adored. But he would never ask Jesse of that. He ignored the itch, the desire to be controlled; to have someone take the reigns of not only the sex, but of Harry himself. Jesse could never do that, could never dominate Harry and that was good. It was good that he was with someone who did not understand the dynamics of pleasurepain. Or, so he liked to believe. It was better this way, to be with someone as soft and vanilla as Jesse.
Jesse wrapped his arms around Harry's neck, pulling his older lover out of his thoughts. Harry came around and leaned down, pressing a shallow kiss to Jesse's lips. Jesse deepened the kiss, tangling his soft tongue with Harry's, eliciting a soft sigh of approval from the other man. The slide of skin against skin was electric for Jesse, and Harry's touch left a trail of fire. He gasped as the rough hand of his older love reached down and took hold of his erect penis. His hips involuntarily lifted from the bed. He wrapped his lips around a patch of skin of Harry's neck and sucked softly, nipping the skin playfully. Harry gasped.
"Harder," Harry commanded roughly, stroking Jesse's cock with more vigor. Jesse was confused for a moment before he understood. He hesitated, but wrapped his lips around the abused patch of flesh he had just been sucking on and bit down. Harry groaned, throwing his head back to give Jesse more access. "Harder," he rasped.
Jesse hesitated again, but thoughts were being eaten alive by pleasure inside his mind so he complied and bit down harder. He did not pull away this time and continued to bite down harder and harder as Harry moaned and groaned and stroked Jesse faster and faster. Jesse did not stop until he drew blood He only had a moment to consider feeling guilty or disgusted before his orgasm hit him like a bludger. He opened his lips in a silent scream and came hard. Harry followed him, crying out. Jesse's eyes widened, he had not even touched Harry. The thought made him groan and a spark of arousal flared through him, but his dick was spent and he needed to give it time to recover.
"Jesus, Jes," Harry panted. He met Jesse's eyes and Jesse gasped. He had never seen Harry look so aroused. The green eyes were completely blown, almost entirely black, the pupils only leaving a tiny ring of iris. His lips were kiss swollen and his cheeks were flushed. The sight took Jesse's breath away.
"...bleeding," Jesse panted, pointing at the spot on Harry's neck.
"I know," Harry answered, rubbing the spot. But his smile was mischievous and it did wonderful things for Jesse's libido. His cock twitched. Harry looked down at the hardening flesh before grinning deviously.
"Good," he murmured, running his fingers up and down the oversensitized flesh causing Jesse to groan in a mixture of pleasure and pain. "I wasn't done with you, yet."
"S-Stop," Jesse gasped. "Harry, stop!" But Harry just smirked and continued to fondle Jesse until his younger lover's dick was standing at attention again. Jesse groaned, entirely sure that he did not have another orgasm in him. Harry disagreed. "Harry, I'm tired..."
"Come on, Jes," Harry whispered huskily. "I can make you feel so good. Don't you want to feel good?"
Jesse groaned because he was somewhere between being aroused and being in anguish. He nodded, reaching for Harry, but his wrists were grabbed and pinned above his head.
"Fuck me," Harry whispered. And before Jesse could comprehend the words, Harry was rearranging their position. He lifted Jesse up from the bed so that he was kneeling. He positioned himself in front of Jesse and got down on all fours, offering his ass to the younger wizard. "Hard."
"Wh-" Jesse choked. He had never topped Harry, not once. But something told Jesse that asking questions would ruin the mood. So he shuffled forward on his knees, nudging apart Harry's legs so that he could fit between them. He wanted to ask Harry how to do this, but could not find the words. Instead, he went with his gut. He leaned over Harry, pressing his chest into his lover's back. Harry sighed in pleasure at the feeling of having someone cover him.
Jesse trailed soft, open-mouthed kisses over the heated flesh, along the shoulder blades, down his back. He spent some time on the lower back, mouthing and nipping at it, having Harry groan and whine. Jesse felt powerful in a way he never had before. He was in complete control...he did not know if he liked it. It was scary. He had always bottomed, always allowed Harry to call the shots. He remembered Harry's love of pain and his arousal dampened, if this was Harry's way of asking Jesse to hurt him, Jesse was certain he could not follow through. But, for the second time that night, thoughts were quickly driven out of Jesse's mind by lust and pleasure as Harry rocked his hips back into him, asking for more.
Jesse continued his oral map of his lover, down until he was eye level with Harry's pink hole. The sight was more arousing than Jesse thought it would be and it took a considerable amount of self control to not plunge into it dick-first. He took a steadying breath and ran a teasing thumb over the taut entrance. Harry gasped and his hips jerked. Jesse smirked slightly. He did it again and a noticeable shiver shook Harry's frame. Jesse took another breath and leaned in, swiping his tongue along the cleft of Harry's ass. This got a wonderful response out of the older man. The surprised moan and jerking hips spurred Jesse forward and he licked a hard stripe over the hole, wincing at the taste, but enjoying Harry's reaction all the same.
"Harry," Jesse murmured. "Cleaning spell." Harry just nodded and whispered something. Nothing happened but when Jesse licked another stripe over Harry's hole, there was little to no taste except for the taste of salty and sweaty skin and that, Jesse quite liked.
With the cleaning spell taken care off, Jesse wasted no time in plunging his tongue into the delicious heat. He lapped at the rim of the hole teasing and tasting. The taste was mostly salt and sweat but there was something musky and...Harry underneath that sent shivers of pleasure all throughout Jesse's strung out body. He swirled his tongue around the rim, smirking as Harry groaned impatiently.
"Fuck! Jesse," he snapped. "Just...d-do...something. God! Fuck me."
Jesse plunged his tongue into the heat, causing Harry to jump and moan. Jesse smirked and continued to lap at the hole, thrusting his tongue in as far as it would go and retracting it. He slurped and gulped and made deliciously dirty sounds that had him aroused and had Harry whispering wonderfully naughty things in a pleasure daze. Jesse nipped and licked and when Harry's arms collapsed from underneath him, Jesse added a finger to the spit-slicked mess of a hole. Harry jerked forward, surprised by the intrusion, but pushed back almost immediately.
Harry pressed his face into the pillow and moaned something loudly. Jesse missed it, but it sounded vaguely like, "Snev-muss." Jesse just smirked. He had driven Harry to complete incoherence. He added another finger, but the passage was too tight. He pulled out and leaned up, pressing his fingers to Harry's lips.
"Wet them for me, love?" He asked sweetly. Harry took the fingers eagerly into his mouth. He sucked on them long and slow and Jesse had to squeeze the base of his cock tightly to keep from coming on the spot. Once Jesse was satisfied, he pulled his fingers away from Harry's mouth and brought them back down to his entrance. He pushed one finger in, and followed it with a second finger immediately. The passage gave and swallowed Jesse's fingers with ease.
He worked his digits in and out of the scorching hole, scissoring the pert entrance in an effort to widen it. When he managed to fit three, he crooked his fingers and Harry's entire body spasmed as he let out a choked cry of there. Jesse sped up his actions, attempting to ram that spot in Harry with every thrust of his fingers. Harry moaned louder and louder and he pushed himself back up on shaky arms so that he could thrust back into Jesse's working hand.
"More! Fuck, Jes, more!" Jesse did not need to be told twice.
He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with the head of his cock. He attempted to go slowly, but Harry had other ideas. He pushed his hips back, trying to take all of Jesse and Jesse had to grip his hips so hard, he was sure he made bruises. He pushed past each tight ring of muscle and the heat and the pleasure was almost too much. He had to stop several times just to keep himself from coming right there and then. He pushed out a breath and continued to slide in every aching inch of his erect penis. Harry was cursing and muttering and moaning but Jesse had long tuned him out, intent on not hurting him while he did this. Never enable an addict, he thought pessimistically as he drove the last few inches of his weeping cock into the tight heat. Then, thoughts were driven from his mind as the most wonderful feeling of being engulfed overtook him.
Harry was a furnace; the heat seemed to light Jesse on fire, starting form the magical point where he and Harry became one and raging outward to the entirety of his being. Harry clenched around him and Jesse gasped, his hips stuttering forward to gain more of that sweet friction. He took another breath, steadying himself, and ran a hand down Harry's muscled back. Harry clenched around him again. Jesse groaned
"Harry...don't do that," he panted, dropping his chin to his chest as he tried to regain control of himself.
"Then move!" Harry snapped. For being the guy buried balls deep in another man, Jesse took orders like a bottom.
He pulled out, so that only the head of his cock remained wrapped in the gorgeous heat and then sank back in. He and Harry groaned in unison. As Jesse repeated the action a few more times, it seemed to not be enough for Harry. He began to push his hips back insistently and every time Jesse would bottom out on a thrust, Harry would squeeze Jesse's cock with so much force that he was positive Harry was determined to suck out his insides through the tip of his dick.
"Harder," Harry gasped. But Jesse ignored the plea. He would not-he absolutely refused to hurt Harry. "Harder!" Harry growled. Again, Jesse ignored him, focusing on keeping a steady pace. "FUCK! Jes, please, harder." This plea was more difficult to ignore. The way Harry whined it out was almost enough to break Jesse's resolve. It was agonizing to keep the pace while every nerve receptor in Jesse's being screamed at him to just man up and pound into the burning heat as hard as he could. But he held out and denied Harry his request, yet again, adamant about not hurting his older lover. But he forgot who his older lover was. If Harry Potter really wanted something he went after it.
Abruptly, Harry crawled forward, removing himself from Jesse's dick. Before Jesse could ask questions or complain, Harry had him pinned to the bed on his back. Jesse yelped in surprise as Harry grabbed his erect cock and positioned it at his entrance. Green eyes met blue for a moment before Harry impaled himself on Jesse's cock. Any thoughts Jesse could have had vanished as Harry began to slam down onto his cock repeatedly.
Harry threw his head back and groaned, the pleasure intensifying. But it was not enough. Every other thrust nailed his prostate but Harry's pleasure was incomplete; he needed more...he needed pain. He looked down at Jesse whom was lost in the throws of his pleasure. Harry slowed his hips, hoping for...yes, Jesse was far gone and when Harry slowed, he took hold of Harry's hips and began to drive up into him, his nails digging into the tender flesh of Harry's hips. It was not much, but it would do. The pleasure became that much sweeter as the pain joined it and Harry screamed out, slamming down into Jesse's thrusts. It did not take long after that.
Harry only lasted a few more thrusts before he came, groaning loudly, his eyes rolling back into his head. Jesse followed him almost immediately, crying out and filling Harry with his seed. Harry pulled off and reached over to grab a towel, gently wiping down a barely-awake Jesse's stomach. When Jesse was clean, he noticed the nail marks on Harry's hips.
"Crap," he sighed. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Harry answered smiling, feeling a strange sort of warmth bubble up in him.
"Good," Jesse remarked before turning on his side and falling asleep.
"Yeah," Harry muttered happily. "Good."
The next morning Harry was in a good mood; better than he ever remembered being. It seemed that for the first time in forever, life was truly working out for him. He spent the day laughing with customers and whistling tunes, and just being in the absolute best of spirits.
That is, until, Remus Lupin walked through the door of the bakery. It would have been a delight to see the man had he not walked behind the counter, past Harry, and into the back room without so much as a "hello." Harry figured there was some sort of emergency with Hermione and worried only slightly before returning to his work.
"What's Remus doing here?" Jesse asked, wrapping his arms around Harry from behind. Harry leaned back into the embrace.
"I have no idea," he admitted. But then they heard a loud clatter from the back before hearing the frenzied whispers of an approaching Hermione and Remus.
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"What do you mean, 'on their way here?!'" Hermione could be heard, sounding frantic. There was a low reply and Hermione came sprinting into the front room, red-faced and teary eyed. Harry picked up an empty cake plate and moved to hand it to her, but was stopped by her appearance.
"Hermione!" he gasped. "What is it? What's going on?"
"Harry..." she trailed off, tears running down her cheeks.
"What is it?" Harry asked frantically. "Remus! Did you hurt her? Because I swear, if you did-"
"No!" Hermione yelped. "It has nothing to do with us! It's Snape."
Harry blanched.
"What about him?" Harry asked, all too aware that Jesse was standing right there.
"He and Malfoy, Harry...oh Harry..."
"Malfoy? As in Draco Malfoy?"
"Yes...Harry, he and Snape...they're-they..."
"They're what? What's going on Hermione?"
"Harry...they're engaged."
The cake plate crashed to the floor.
Chapter Title Song: Be Calm by Fun. /watch?v=7qMXBUjm8tM
A/N: Are you tired of cliffhangers yet? If you keep reading, I promise they'll end. :) REVIEWSSSSSS! I'm an attention whore; I am desperate for your praises (and/or CONSTRUCTIVE criticism).
