WARNING!
THIS ENTIRE CHAPTER CONSISTS OF A SLASH (MALE ON MALE) SEX SCENE. IF THIS BOTHERS YOU, OR YOU DON'T WANT TO READ IT, PLEASE WAIT FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
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"Make me yours."
Charlie heard Harry's words and knew that he was lost. There was no way to resist the pull of those words or the desire in Harry's eyes. He felt Harry's hands travel from his neck, down his back to cup the cheeks of his arse. He moaned and pressed his hips against Harry's.
Charlie sat back on his knees and pulled Harry with him. Reaching down, he grabbed the hem of Harry's sweatshirt and lifted it. Harry raised his arms, so that Charlie could remove the sweatshirt. Their fingers tangled as they both reached for the buttons on Charlie's shirt. Harry's nimble fingers quickly unbuttoned them and he pushed Charlie's shirt off of his shoulders and down his arms.
As Charlie pulled the shirt the rest of the way off, Harry ran his hands over what seemed like acres of freckled skin. He came up to his knees and, starting at the pulse point in Charlie's neck, he worked his lips and fingers down that amazing expanse. He felt Charlie's breath catch in his chest as he ran his tongue over one hard nipple. Harry's fingers reached the other nipple and teased it, pinching and gently rolling it between thumb and forefinger.
Charlie started some teasing of his own. He gently ran his fingers over Harry's back, stopping at the waistband of his denims. One finger on each hand slipped under the waist and began to move around in small circles, just above his toned arse. Harry moaned, forgetting what he was doing to Charlie. Pressing his advantage, Charlie ducked his head and captured Harry's mouth.
Harry quickly found himself laying back on the pillows as Charlie's hands skimmed all over his chest and abdomen. The questing fingers paused at the buttons of Harry's trousers.
"If you want this to stop, now's the time to tell me. I'm not going to be able to, once I get your trousers off. I want you too badly and I'm trying to go as slowly as I can."
Harry reached up and pulled Charlie's lips to his own. Just before they touched, Harry whispered, "Make me yours. Don't hold back. I want you so much."
Charlie's fingers made quick work of the buttons on Harry's denims. He hooked his fingers into the waistbands of both trousers and shorts. He drew them off, removing Harry's trainers and socks at the same time. He kicked off his own boots and leather trousers.
Running his hands up Harry's muscular legs, he tried to control his breathing. He almost couldn't believe that Harry was allowing this. Something must have happened. when Draco attacked him, something that allowed his mind to accept touch. Charlie was just happy that he wasn't frightening him.
Harry felt Charlie's nude body slide up his, so that he could claim his lips. For a few minutes, all they did was snog each other breathless. Charlie began to work his way down Harry's body with his lips, leaving love bites every so often on his neck and chest. Harry's breathing became faster and he couldn't seem to keep his hands still. He ran them over Charlie's shoulders and up into his hair. He felt Charlie's teeth tugging lightly at the hair on his abdomen and another rush of blood headed south.
Charlie knew that he was touching virgin territory. No one had ever touched Harry like this. He was the only one. He would be the only one. He nipped lightly at Harry's inner thighs before heading directly to his cock. He ran his tongue quickly up the length before lowering his mouth over it.
Harry's breath stilled. He couldn't breathe. The sensations were phenomenal! He sucked air into his lungs before losing it again as Charlie began to lightly suckle at him. Gods! Why hasn't anyone told me about how this felt before? This is AMAZING!
He grabbed a handful of Charlie's hair to stop him. "What's wrong?"
"I'm not going to last long if you keep that up. Not that it wasn't nice, but I want more!"
Charlie chuckled and leaned in for a quick snog. "Okay, have to get something first." Charlie hopped off of the bed and dug around in the drawer of the side table for a minute. He crawled back into the bed holding a tube that Harry recognized. Setting the tube aside for a moment, Charlie began to snog Harry in earnest, letting free all the passion that he had been restraining. Harry felt like he was on a small boat in a stormy sea. The feelings and sensations buffeted him from all sides and crashed over him in a wave of pure desire.
"Now Charlie, now!"
Charlie moved to kneel between Harry's legs, spreading them a little further apart. Squeezing some of the lube onto his fingers, he ran them down Harry's cleft to the small pucker. He gently pressed one finger, keeping the pressure steady until the ring of muscles gave way and the finger slid inside. Harry gasped. It wasn't painful, just a little odd. The finger began to slowly move back and forth, until it was moving freely.
Harry was moaning, unable to control his hips as they began to move. He felt the sting as Charlie added another finger. It wasn't too painful, but it was definitely a little interesting to feel...well, full. He began to move his hips again and felt a wave of pleasure crash over him as those fingers brushed against something deep inside him.
"Oh shit oh shit oh shit! What the hell was that?" Harry moaned.
"Your prostate...your new best friend." With that, Charlie brushed his fingers over the bundle of nerves again, making Harry's cock twitch. Charlie leaned down and took Harry's cock in his mouth and bobbed a few times before introducing a third finger.
Harry gasped. That one had hurt! "I'm sorry, Love. I'm trying not to hurt you."
"I know. Just, a little slower, please."
Charlie slowed the thrusting of his fingers and gently began to move them apart, stretching Harry to accept something larger than those fingers. Harry groaned as Charlie brushed his prostate again. The pain had receded, leaving pleasure in its wake.
Charlie removed the fingers and spread lube on himself, spreading it with one hand while gently pumping Harry's cock with the other. He positioned himself at Harry's opening and slowly pushed past the ring of muscles. He saw a single tear streak down the side of Harry's face and he stopped, horrified.
"Oh God, Harry! I didn't mean to make you cry! If it hurts too much, we can stop."
"No! Just give me a minute." Harry took a few deep breaths and willed the pain away. He looked into Charlie's eyes, seeing the worry there. "I'll be fine. I've never...and you're so..."
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No, you can move...please move! I need something, anything, just...please!"
Charlie slowly slid deeper into Harry's channel, trying to keep from hurting the smaller man. Once he was inside fully, he stopped again, to give Harry a chance to adjust. Once Harry had relaxed around him, he began to move. Harry's erection, which had subsided with the pain, began to respond to the pleasure. Charlie moved with slow, shallow thrusts until Harry wrapped his legs around Charlie's waist, forcing him to thrust harder.
Charlie braced himself on his arms and began to piston his hips steadily into Harry's. Harry began to moan, one never ending sound of pure pleasure. Harry's head was moving from side to side as the pleasure washed over him. He had never thought it would feel this good. He hadn't expected as much pain as he'd had, but the pleasure was, by far, making up for that.
Charlie had never experienced anything like being with Harry. After a rough start, Harry had adjusted and was moving his body along with Charlie's. If the sounds Harry was making were anything to go by, the pain had been replaced quickly by pleasure. Charlie was making sure he hit Harry's prostate as much as possible. He knew Harry was coming close to orgasm. His eyes were closed and his moaning was almost non-stop.
"More Charlie! More!"
Charlie brushed that spot once, twice, three more times. That sent Harry directly over the edge. He screamed as he came, splashing his seed over his abdomen and chest. Charlie couldn't take any more and he followed Harry, collapsing on top of him as his orgasm faded.
Charlie rolled to his side, gently moving away from Harry and gathered his shaking boyfriend into his arms. Charlie had never experienced this type of passion from any other lover he'd ever had before. He knew that he would never let Harry go. He would move heaven and earth to stay by Harry's side. The younger man had ensnared him, body, mind and heart.
