All the legal stuff, summery and notes are on chapter one.
A/N: Goodness, it has been a while, hasn't it? All I can say is, besides sorry of course, is that real life were catching up with me and job issues got in the way (as in losing it and having to find another, which I did, thank you for caring). Anyway, I really hope now that things are settling down a little I'll be able to write more.
So thank you for still being here. This really means a lot to me.
This chapter is unbeta'd.
Sex scene ahead! I know you think I forgot that this is the true reason you're reading this… ;-) so here. Have fun.
Mini-Moony- chapter Twenty-eight
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Harry woke up slowly. Mentally reaching for his surroundings to make sure all was well. It'd been three days since the Wizengamot's verdict and still they couldn't calm down from the euphoria. Harry smiled to himself and snuggled deeper into Remus' arms. They were daddies. The thought still brought a smile to his face every time it crossed his mind.
A low hum ruffled the hair on the back of Harry's neck and sent shivers down his spine. Waking up with Remus was the best way to start a day, especially when his husband was in that kind of mood. Harry smiled as he pushed back against the hardness pressing at his bum.
"Hmm, cheeky little brat…" Came the husky voice from behind him, and Harry's smile widened, turning wicked,
"You want it don't you?" Remus sniggered, pressing harder against the body which was begging so prettily for his touch,
"I want everything you've got to offer." He muttered. With one smooth motion he flipped them both, causing Harry to squeak with surprise and throw his head back laughing. Remus knelt on the bed, pulling Harry's thighs over his legs and leaning forward. After a quick breath freshening charm he proceeded to devour his husband's eager mouth,
"Remus… Please…" Harry was pleading between kisses, unable to hurry the procedure up due to their position and he was growing frustrated quickly, having his cock rubbed thoroughly between the two of them and having Remus' cock teasing his arse so deliciously.
"You are so impatient, my beautiful husband," Remus growled, his mouth still mapping the contours of Harry's neck, while his hand reached for the bedside table's drawer.
"Stop… teasing…" Harry pleaded, angling his head better so that Remus had all the access he needed to all the places he wanted to reach.
"Just a se… second…" Remus grumbled when he realized he couldn't reach into the drawer and pull out the elusive lubricant. Leaving Harry's neck for a moment he leaned sideways to try and dig his hand deeper. Harry watched the way Remus' eyebrows scrunched together in the effort of searching and rolled his eyes. Lifting his hand he called out in a bored tone,
"Accio lube." Seconds later the tube came zooming from the depth of the drawer only to hit Remus square on the side of his face.
"Oi, watch it!" He cried as he rubbed his temple, a small pout on his lips, "Smartypants."
"Call yourself a professor then?" Harry grabbed the fallen tube and waved it triumphantly in front of his husband, with a toothy grin, only to be rewarded with a sharp smack on his bum. Harry's jaw dropped in shock but he was quick to retaliate with a twisting pinch of Remus' nipple. Soon the pair was rolling all over the bed, trying to gain the upper hand over each other. Shrieks of laughter filled the room, turning into deep guttural moans whenever one of them managed to hit a particularly sensitive spot on the other man's body.
About five minutes into their little tag-a-war Harry and Remus found themselves securely wrapped inside a cocoon of their own sheets, much to their annoyance as it was nearly impossible to move a limb within the strict confines of the cotton fabric.
"Harry, I really don't think that this is where that is supposed to go…" Remus said, his voice torn between amusement and pain, as he tried in vain to wriggle his body out of the covers,
"That's my elbow you tit!" Harry snarled and pinched his husband again as Remus managed to knee his sensitive area yet again. This was no use; if they carried on like that he was going to be a eunuch by the time they finally managed to get untangled. "Stop, stop, stop!" He cried, causing Remus to halt mid-movement. Harry took a deep breath and concentrated- within seconds the sheets flew up, rolling them both into opposite sides of the bed before settling on top of them again. Remus rolled onto his side and rose on his elbow, giving his husband an unimpressed look,
"You just can't resist showing off, can't you?" Harry grinned again, waving the discarded lubricant tube happily at Remus. With a growl Remus leaped, landing square on Harry's body, and quickly straddled the man. "Cheeky, cheeky brat, that's what you are." He murmured as he grabbed the tube from Harry's hand and flipped the man over to rest on his stomach, all in the same movement.
Harry tried to control his chuckling, which actually started to sound more like giggling, as he was rapidly losing breath, especially when his face hit the pillow. Without thinking Harry brought his knees higher, exposing himself more fully to his husband's searching fingers. In moments like these Harry wished Remus would have a little less self-control, because it seemed like his husband could spend hours just preparing him, while Harry was reduced to a pile of quivering mush in mere minutes.
"Remus…" He cried impatiently, trying to twist around to face his spouse, but Remus kept him grounded in his spot. Apparently his pleading did its job though because the fingers were soon gone to be replaced with Remus' cockhead. Harry buried his head in the pillows and hummed, pleased with the way things were progressing. Remus started moving, slowly and fluidly, and Harry's hums soon turned into deep moans, while he rocked back to meet Remus' deep thrusts.
"Hmm, faster gorgeous, move faster…" He pleaded, his words slightly muffled by the pillow. But Remus kept the slow torturous pace. It wasn't that Harry didn't enjoy taking it slow sometimes but right now was definitely not one of those times! He clenched his buttocks tighter, trying to get Remus to move,
"Hey! I'm trying to be gentle and caring here," Remus complained with a small huff, clearly disappointed that his efforts of seductive, slow morning love making weren't appreciated by his insatiable husband.
"You can be gentle and caring by making dinner tonight, now fuck me!" Remus sighed, knowing that he lost that argument, though he didn't terribly mind pounding his lover's sweet arse. "Oh, yesss," Harry hissed, raising his arse and clenching it around Remus' cock, "That's it!"
Remus rose to his knees, pulling Harry's arse with him so that the younger man ended up sprawled in a rather uncomfortable position but neither minded as Harry grabbed Remus' hand and squeezed it in time with the fast and deep thrusts. His voice was muffled by the pillow but that didn't stop Remus from being turned on by the sexy noises his husband was making. Harry always made the best noises during sex- they were just so… unchecked, uncontrolled and Merlin's beard so bloody arousing.
Harry shifted his weight to his left shoulder, turning slightly so that he could bring his right hand which was clasped with Remus' to his own cock, hoping that the other would get the message. Remus leaned over and bit Harry's shoulder, just to show the other man that this impetuousness would not do and started stroking his cock. Remus knew he couldn't last long, not with the way Harry was working him and he sped his movements on his husband's cock.
Harry's head was rolling from side to side, his face buried in the pillow and making his moans come out broken and uneven. His free hand grabbed a fistful of sheets as his world exploded in white light behind his lids. Feeling like a deflated balloon Harry slumped back onto the bed fully, suddenly feeling the effects of his less than comfortable position.
Remus leaned back on his haunches, his cock slipping from Harry's channel by their movement. He let his head fall back and took a couple of deep breaths to center himself again. It had been a while since he'd been woken up to such intense sex romp. Running a loving hand lazily down Harry's sweaty spine Remus smiled to himself. A good morning indeed.
Harry turned over onto his back, trying to hold back a moan of pain as his muscles protested any sort of movement on his part. He smiled up at Remus, loving the way his husband looked completely undone and knowing that it was him that put that expression on his face. Even after all their years together Harry still loved the fact that he could make Remus look this way. It made it easier to convince himself that Remus never ever looked so happy with anyone else.
Lolling his head back down Remus glanced at his husband through lidded eyes, before he slumped forward gracelessly and planted a sloppy kiss on Harry's lips.
"I'm heading for the shower." He whispered and rolled himself out of bed, stretching himself thoroughly before trekking towards their in-suite bathroom. Harry watched after him, unashamedly checking out his lover's physics, while he made no move to get up himself. Remus was always a bit fastidious when it came to cleaning up after sex- simple cleaning spells never seemed to cut it for him.
Stretching languidly himself Harry ran his hand over his belly and genitals, cleaning himself in the process. In times like these he was so glad that magic existed, especially wandless magic… After the bonding ceremony he and Remus had at his 18th birthday Harry discovered that his wandless abilities improved immensely. Remus and Hermione claimed it was because Harry was so strong a wizard to begin with. Although he didn't put his wandless skills to much public use, being uncomfortable with such blatant displays of power they did have their advantages…
Casting a quick scourgify over the bed Harry snuggled into the covers and listened to the shower, hoping Remus would finish quickly and come cuddle with him. It wasn't very often that Harry managed to score a morning off at the same time Remus did and he was hoping to make the most of it.
Suddenly a scuffing noise at the door caught his attention and Harry's heart stopped. How, how the hell could he have forgotten about silencing charms- again?! Pushing the panic down he hurriedly summoned a pair of boxers to him and managed to wriggle into them just as the door opened a crack. Harry watched as the mop of dark hair slowly pushed its way in, waiting until he saw Aaron's eyes watching him before he gave his son a bright, slightly forced smile and crooked his finger, beckoning the boy to him. Aaron pushed the door open and raced the length of the room to hop on his fathers' bed, tackling a laughing Harry backwards. Harry caught the boy easily and hugged him tight, smothering the giggling face with kisses.
"Good morning Cana. Did you sleep well?" He asked, refusing to even contemplate the fact that less than ten minutes ago he had a cock buried… No! Not thinking about that at all!
"You were making noises…" Aaron admitted sheepishly and Harry was sensitive enough to know that he had just encountered one of the many parenting traps that were going to litter his way from now on. Pushing down the humiliation he gave his son a warm smile, his mind racing frantically with ideas on how to face this particular snag.
"Did the noises scare you?" He asked tentatively, cursing Remus for not being there to support him. Remus was so much better at diplomacy than he was… The man could sweet talk a Banshee into being a charming Veela, surely he could explain the whole 'we just had wild sex and forgot to put up silencing charms- again!' debacle. Aaron shook his head, looking rather thoughtful,
"No, were they bad noises?" Harry shook his head, almost laughing at the boy's innocent inquiry,
"They were not bad noises, not at all. They were good noises, trust me." Aaron smiled at that, glad that his parents were not having any sort of troubles. He snuggled closer to Harry who was just glad to pet and cuddle the boy instead of answering embarrassing questions. A short moment later Remus finally emerged from the bathroom, a large fluffy light blue towel wrapped around his waist. He hummed softly to himself as he made his way to the big wardrobe. Aaron watched his father prancing around half naked and when Remus turned the boy gasped loudly.
Remus nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of the childish gasp. With quick reflexes he managed to catch the towel before it slipped completely off of him and turned large, surprised eyes at his husband,
"Canagan, what are you doing here? How long…" He snapped, only catching himself when he saw Aaron pressing against Harry, "I'm sorry, I'll just put something on…" He muttered, feeling embarrassed about being frightened by and yelling at a three years old child.
"I don't think it's your state of half-nakedness that has him flustered," Harry said mildly, now more relaxed that there was someone else who was feeling more mortified than he did, "I think it's the painting on your back." Remus looked over his shoulder, as if he forgot what Harry was talking about and then smiled,
"Oh, you like my painting, do you?" He asked, coming over to the bed and sitting with his back to his family so that Aaron could have a full view of his tattoos. Aaron scooted closer, looking at the colorful images with awe. He'd never seen anything like it before.
"Do you recognize this one?" Harry asked softly as he too scooted over, raising to his knees and hugging Aaron's midriff with one hand as he used to the other to point the image of a black shaggy dog,
"Paddy!" The boy exclaimed happily and both Harry and Remus smiled,
"That's right; this is your uncle Sirius. And these are Pops James and Nana Lily," Harry said, pointing at the images of the stag and the hoopoe that represented his parents respectively. "Do you know who they are?" He asked as he pointed the images of the two wolves at the lower part of Remus' back. Aaron looked at the wolves for a long time, a little frown forming between his eyebrows, as if he he was seeing familiar faces in a whole new light. Finally he lifted his face to Harry and nodded. Harry kissed the soft inky hair and his eyes met Remus as they both turned to hug their son.
"You know your daddy has a painting just like this one on his back." Remus whispered conspiratorially to Aaron and the boy's head snapped up. He rose on his toes, balancing himself on Harry's shoulder to look over it at his back. Harry tried to angle himself for a better look.
"Hey, you know what would be really cool? We could add Aaron to our painting!" Harry grinned, and Aaron's eyes opened wide, "Would you like that?"
"Yes!" The boy exclaimed happily, and Harry pushed at Remus' shoulder so that he'd present his back to them again, pointing at the small space between the two images of the wolves,
"Right there." Aaron nodded, and the two smiled at each other,
"Can I have a painting too?" Remus turned sharply towards them,
"Not for the next twenty years, at least!" He deadpanned, delivering his point with a raised finger and Aaron's face crumbled, his chin wobbling a little. Harry rolled his eyes and kissed the boy's head again, trying to sooth his son's disappointment. If it'd been up to him, even thirty years weren't going to be enough!
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A/N: YAAAYAAYAAAY!!!! I can't believe I finished it!!!
I really hoped you liked it and you have forgiven me for my tardiness. No real comments here, but you do remember the tattoo Harry and Remus got, right?
Lily and James come round in regular intervals, at least three times a week (Harry put his foot down on more, they tended to show up in strange hours…) to play with Aaron so he knows his grandparents all too well. He thinks they're really funny, Harry thinks they are corrupting his son. Remus is doing a Switzerland on that one.
