Harry woke to Blaise's lips trailing across his neck, causing all his hairs to stand on end from the light touch. Harry hummed lightly at the affection and turned his head. Blaise quickly captured his lips in a kiss and Harry thought that this was a pretty perfect way to wake up.
They pulled apart and Harry just knew he was wearing a sappy smile. It was okay though, he wasn't the only one.
"Shower?" he asked, trying to tell himself that his voice was only rough from disuse.
Blaise's eyes lit with lust and Harry felt himself pulled into another kiss even as Blaise yanked them from the bed.
'Thank Merlin for heating spells,' he thought as they stepped under the spray, Harry curled one hand around Blaise's neck and leant up into the kiss. Blaise's hands curled around his waist and he pressed Harry back against the tiled wall.
Harry shivered at the cool sensation but moaned lightly as one of Blaise's hands moved to cup his balls. His cock already hard and pressing into the other man's hip. Harry felt pressure against his shoulder and tore his lips away from Blaise's somewhat reluctantly.
Though as he turned and placed his palms on the wall of the shower, he felt Blaise drop behind him and as he felt the furl of Blaise's tongue against his hole, that reluctance was quickly dashed. He moaned loudly, the sound reverberating in the tiled room.
He felt large hands pry his cheeks apart and Blaise's lightly stubbled face pressed closer. The rasp of his chin igniting the heat in Harry's groin further.
Blaise's tongue was soon replaced with his finger and Harry heard Blaise curse softly for forgetting the lube and his wand. The finger inside him crooked suddenly and Harry gasped out the lubrication spell that he had found scratched into his headboard at Hogwarts. Blaise hummed his approval and stood, slipping another finger inside Harry as he did so.
Harry tilted his head to the side, allowing Blaise free access to his neck, and he felt the taller man start to suck large bruises into his collarbone. Harry pushed back against the intrusion even as he felt them leave his body. Groaning at the loss and hearing Blaise's chuckle, he tried to wait patiently as Blaise stepped up behind him. He felt the thick head of Blaise's prick graze the curve of his arse, and he bit his lip to prevent any embarrassing sounds from leaking out his mouth.
The hand on his hip tightened and Blaise started teasing Harry, running his cock up and down the cleft of his arse, pushing lightly against his opening before retreating.
"Blaise," Harry ground out, teeth clenching at the torturous move.
His words were ignored as Blaise continued to push his cock between Harry's legs, nudging at the base of his balls instead.
Harry held in a moan and pushed back into Blaise's body, wanting him to get along to the main event already.
"Impatient, caro?" Blaise murmured in Harry's ear, nipping lightly at his lobe as the other man's other hand came around to stroke his leaking cock.
"Ah- come on, Blaise." Harry groaned, his forehead falling against the cool tile.
Blaise had evidently decided to take pity on him - Harry only hoped it wasn't because of any desperation in his voice - and he felt the head of Blaise's prick against his arse once more. He repeated the incantation once more, mindful of the warm water that was rushing over them, and he felt Blaise finally sink in. His heavy cock slipped past the ring of muscle easily as Harry pushed back against him once more and he filled Harry with one long slow stroke.
Neither of the two men could hold back the groan that came as Blaise's hips pressed solidly against the rounded flesh of Harry's arse and they each took a moment to catch their breath.
Eventually, Harry rocked slightly, inviting Blaise to move and Blaise started to produce a slow rhythm. Pulling out with an undulating motion before thrusting back in. Harry braced himself on the wall and matched himself to Blaise's moves. He was unable to stop himself from gasping out as Blaise caught his prostate. Blaise's hand on his cock had been still up until this point and it began to move and match the speed in which Blaise was pounding into him.
"Fuck, Blaise, yes," Harry hissed out the last word and lifted one hand from the wall to tangle in Blaise's hair.
"Merlin, Harry," Blaise uttered brokenly into his neck, his hands gripped Harry tighter and his thrusts became shorter.
The knowledge that Blaise was about to come broke something in Harry's mind and his arse tightened around the thick cock that was relentlessly pounding into him and he spilled all over Blaise's hand with thick white spurts.
He felt Blaise sink his teeth into his neck and the groan that his lover let out resonated within him.
Gasping for breath, Harry all but collapsed onto the wall and he felt Blaise stumble a little behind him.
"Sorry," he panted.
A snort answered him, "Don't apologise, that was brilliant."
Harry grinned and turned around, bringing his arms up to loop over Blaise's shoulders, "Brilliant, hey?"
Blaise nodded, nosing at Harry's cheek as he did so, "Marvellous, smashing, downright amazing."
Harry huffed happily, "If you don't stop with the synonyms I might even believe you."
Blaise chuckled in his ear and then kissed him soundly.
After actually using the shower to get themselves clean, Harry was leant against the counter in his kitchen whisking eggs together as Blaise kneaded some dough to make fresh bread. Kreacher was scrubbing the kitchen table and muttering about finding clothes all over the houses and missing socks.
"Is that actually going to be ready in time for us to eat it?" Harry asked, leaning closer as if to look at what Blaise was doing. Really, he just wanted an excuse to stand closer to his lover.
Blaise looked up to meet his eyes with a grin, Harry wondered if he had seen through his ruse. "I know a charm or two that will speed it along." He leant over and pressed his lips to Harry's, not once stopping what he was doing. Definitely seen through him then, Harry thought as Blaise pulled away, a smirk on his face and a twinkle in his eyes.
Harry flushed a bit at the easy affection Blaise gave him and beat his eggs a little harder.
The chime of the floo interrupted the peaceful moment and Harry set the bowl down with a slight frown. He hadn't gotten around to telling anyone about his time off yet, so for all intents and purposes, his friends should think he was at work. He put a stasis on the eggs and shared a glance with Blaise before making his way to the living room.
Harry stuck his head around the door to see Neville setting Lucy on the floor and dusting floo ash off her coat.
"Hey Nev, everything alright?" Harry asked, concern lacing his voice, it wasn't often Neville came around unexpectedly.
"Gran's had a fall, she's in Mungo's and well, you know what's she's like."
Harry winced, he'd gotten to know Augusta Longbottom quite well over the last few years. She was a feisty old tomkneazle, and woe betide anyone who so much as suggested her health was anything but excellent. Though he never say such a thing within her (very) good hearing.
"Ah," was all he said in reply, nothing else was needed.
"Uncle Harry!" Lucy exclaimed having shucked her travelling jacket and raced over to him.
"Hey, munchkin!" Harry grinned as he picked her up, nuzzling her cheek and causing her to giggle. "How's my favourite Longbottom?" he asked as he began to walk into the hallway.
Lucy's gap-toothed grin was his reply.
"That hurts, Harry, it really does," Neville said shaking his head a wry smile tugging at his lips. "I uh-" Neville broke off, his step faltering on the hall runner and his eyes flicking to something over Harry's shoulder.
Turning, Harry saw Blaise standing in the door frame of the kitchen, wiping flour from his hands with a tea towel. "Hey," Harry said as he saw him, "Erm, you know Neville right? Nev, you remember Blaise?"
"Hello," Neville said, taking a step forward and extending his hand, "Nice to meet you. At last." He said with a pointed look at Harry.
Harry had the grace to look sheepish as Blaise met Neville in the middle of the hall and returned the handshake, "And you, Longbottom, I'd apologise for monopolising Harry's time, but, I enjoy his company far too much," he said, his shrug unapologetic.
"Er- right, tea?" Harry asked weakly, unsure as to where to direct them conversation after that statement. Even if it made his stomach come alive with butterflies.
Neville shook his head, "I really should get back to Mungo's, I just stopped by to see if you wouldn't mind having Lucy for the day? At least until Hannah gets off work. I went by your office first to see if Emma wouldn't mind. I know sometimes when you've got an 'in' day-"
Harry cut him off, "Sure Nev, of course. I've actually got some time off. I was going to send you an owl about it later."
"Yes, Emma told me. Something about Kingsley making you?" he asked leadingly.
Harry shrugged, not wanting to go into exact details right now. Not in front of Blaise, and not while Neville was needed elsewhere.
"Uncle Harry?" Lucy asked, pressing her hand to his cheek to turn his face towards her.
"Yeah, love?"
"Why is there a sock in the chandelier?"
Harry's mouth opened, but words failed him at the unexpectedness of her question and as he realised what the most probable answer was. Slowly he looked up and sure enough, there it was. The missing sock Kreacher had been complaining about. Hanging over one of the arms in the chandelier.
Harry's jaw worked trying to come up with an answer that wasn't; 'well last night, this nice man standing next to you, ripped your Uncle Harry's clothes off and just threw them any old place.'
Harry heard Blaise trying to stifle a chuckle, and he glared weakly at him. He then tentatively met Neville's gaze, the normally stoic man had a wicked smirk on his face and an eyebrow raised in his direction.
"Um, well, Luce darling, you see- it's uh- a game! A game I play with Kreacher sometimes, I hide my socks in odd places, otherwise, you know, he uh- gets bored."
Blaise was quite obviously struggling not to laugh outright now and Neville's grin had only broadened, it was threatening to split his face in two. "Right! Say goodbye to your Dad, Lucy. We're having breakfast," and with that Harry turned and marched into the kitchen completely red-faced. Leaving the two snickering pricks behind him.
"Bye Daddy!" Lucy called over his shoulder.
Harry put Lucy down on the counter as he sought to get his embarrassment under control, and pressed the bowl into her hands, "Here you can stir this, while I get some stuff to put in them okay?"
She nodded seriously and Harry went to the cold-box to pull out some fresh vegetables. He felt the floo go off again and heard Blaise's footsteps coming back towards the kitchen.
Putting the ingredients back on the bench, he picked up a large knife and began dicing an onion. His eyes automatically straying to the door as Blaise walked in. The darker man was still smirking and Harry sent him a withering look. "Blaise, this is Lucy, my goddaughter, Lucy this is- my boyfriend, Blaise."
Blaise's smirk settled into something softer at the term, and Harry felt a rush at saying it out loud for the first time.
"Hello!" Lucy said brightly, letting go of the bowl to wave at Blaise.
"Oops, careful there, piccola," Blaise said catching the bowl before it fell off her lap.
"Oops! Sorry," Lucy said with a bashful smile.
Blaise smiled back at her, "It's alright, no harm done. So what are you making?"
"Eggs!" she said happily. "I love Uncle Harry's cooking. Do you like Uncle Harry's cooking?"
Blaise nodded seriously, "I do, your Uncle Harry is most delicious."
Harry sputtered and kicked Blaise's ankle lightly. Thankfully, such innuendos went right over the head of a four-year-old and she and Blaise chatted happily about all the things Lucy liked best in the world. Cooking and eating.
"- and my Mummy makes really yummy chocolatecino's, I don't like babycinos anymore, because they're for babies, and Daddy can't cook at all, but Mummy makes really yummy shepherds pie, but Uncle Harry's apple and treacle pie is better because you can have it with ice-cream, you can't have ice-cream with shepherds pie Mummy says but I think it would be yummy! And one day, when I grow up, I want to own my own cooking place! I want to learn all the things to cook in the world!"
Blaise nodded seriously in all the right places and Harry just watched in amusement as he folded the omelette's in the frying pan.
Soon they were sat at the table and Lucy was mostly quiet as she ate happily. "It looks like I'll have some competition later," Blaise said with a nod at Lucy.
Harry grinned, "Well, you did say you were still looking for a chef, why not convert her to your cause instead?"
Blaise pretended to think it over, before shaking his head, "Though I won't deny that I would much rather open the place with someone whose company I most enjoy, I don't think she'd be happy working for anyone but you Harry. She likes your food more than her own mothers."
Harry blushed, it had always been a joke of contention between him and Hannah, she bemoaned the fact that anything she made for Lucy was never "as good as Uncle Harry's." Harry had always waved it off as it was just something different, it wasn't like he had cooked a lot for Lucy, only on those rare times he had time off, or when the little munchkin was sick. He always made a point of making his own 'get-better-soon' soup for his godkids. Even if it had meant staying up until ungodly hours in the morning and getting no sleep for himself.
Soon, Blaise had to excuse himself to receive some suppliers at the restaurant and conduct some more interviews. Harry had kissed him goodbye -much to Lucy's unbridled glee- and then taken the girl to Andromeda's spending the rest of the day with his two favourite little people.
AN: Embarrassing Harry is so much fun! What did you guys think? :D