-xXx LEMON ALERT xXx-
The dinner went smoothly - Harry had expected no less. But now the date was over, and they were left sitting awkwardly at the table, drinks in hand. Harry had invited Charlie in, but he didn't know what do now. Well, he knew what to do, but he didn't know how to initiate it.
Charlie downed the rest of his drink and awkwardly began to stand. "I should probably go…," he said. Harry stood quickly.
"No," he said, "don't go." He moved closer to the red-head, reaching up to wrap his arms around the other's neck.
"Okay," Charlie breathed.
And then they were kissing, their bodies flush against each other. Harry felt himself pressing closer and closer to the larger man, rubbing the growing bulge in his pants against Charlie, who gasped as their groins came into contact.
Somewhere in the back of his mind he was aware that their future activities were best performed in a bed, and Charlie must have been thinking that too because, step by step, they awkwardly began stumbling backwards. As they did so, Charlie managed to slip his hand underneath Harry's shirt, his rough hands caressing his bare abdomen.
Finally, they made it to a bed and fell gratefully onto it. Harry rolled over so that he was straddling Charlie, and then stopped, a wave of self-consciousness washing over him. Charlie noticed almost immediately, and propped himself up. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"I'm… I'm not sure what to do," Harry admitted. He'd done this with Ginny, but she was a girl. This was totally different.
Charlie laughed, sounding relieved. "For a second there I thought you were having second thoughts," he explained. "Don't you worry about what to do; I'll take care of you." And with that, he arched up into Harry.
The black-haired boy moaned as their groins came in contact again, and he leaned down to attach his mouth to Charlie's once more. As the other man mapped out his mouth, he continued moving his hips so they were rubbing against each other.
Charlie flipped them over so that their positions were reversed, and looked fondly down upon Harry who was still arching into him in an attempt to get some friction. He lowered his mouth to the other man's neck.
Harry moaned as he felt the warm tongue lapping at all sorts of sensitive spots he never knew he had. Then Charlie's mouth was properly upon him, licking and sucking and sending shivers down his spine. It was all Harry could do to lie there and keep from cumming.
And they hadn't even taken their clothes off yet.
As if reading Harry's thoughts, Charlie's hands began worming their way under his shirt once more, rubbing over Harry's abs, their calluses causing friction almost as pleasant as what they'd been doing earlier.
Almost.
Then nimble fingers found their way further up Harry's body and began teasing his nipples, and Harry gasped, arching into the touch. Now that he thought about it, he was doing quite a lot of that.
"Do you like that?" Charlie asked. Harry nodded.
"Shirt. Off."
"Huh?" Harry asked, but Charlie was already ahead of him as he tugged at the bottom of the thin fabric. Quickly, Harry squirmed out of it. He blushed as Charlie admired his bare torso.
"You're beautiful," the red-head whispered as he lowered his mouth to Harry's nipples. Harry might have answered, but before he could, Charlie took the nub into his mouth and all he could think was "Oh Merlin".
A warm, wet organ flicked over them and Harry cried out. Charlie raised his head, the expression in his eyes torn between amusement and lust. "Do that again," Harry said. "Please?"
Charlie lowered his head once more and obliged. Harry squirmed beneath him as Charlie inflicted all sorts of pleasure upon him of the kind he had never received with Ginny. He was so distracted that he didn't notice Charlie's hand slipping lower and lower until it suddenly palmed his erection through he pants.
Harry bucked up into the hand, and Charlie drew back. For a second, Harry wondered whether he'd had second thoughts, but instead the Weasley drew his shirt over his head and pulled off his jeans so that he was standing there in just his underwear.
Harry lay there, panting on the bed. He was so horny, and he wondered idly if he'd ever been that hard in his life. Judging from the tent Charlie was making in his underwear he felt the same way.
He stood up and wrapped his arms around Charlie's waist, burying his head into the crook of his neck and nibbling at the skin he found there. His hand sneaked over Charlie's exposed skin around to cup at his crotch.
"Oh," Charlie breathed, "Harry."
As Charlie rubbed his clothed member against Harry's hand, he saw for himself why Charlie had enjoyed pleasuring him on the bed. Having the other person writhing because of your ministrations… it was really quite erotic.
Charlie's hands moved the to buttons on Harry's pants and hastily relieved him of them. Ignoring Harry's white briefs, he slipped his hand into them and grasped his hot cock. Harry threw his head back and cried out as Charlie began pumping.
"Does that feel good?" Charlie asked huskily.
Harry moaned. "Keep talking."
Charlie's eyes widened, but Harry just wanted to hear that rough voice again. It didn't even matter what he was saying - he could have been talking about a pine tree for all Harry cared, as long as he continued to caress Harry with his sensual voice.
"Do you like it when I stroke your cock?" Charlie asked. Harry felt himself draw closer and closer at the words.
"Yes," he managed to pant. "Yes, don't stop. Keep- Ngah!"
Charlie had just reached down with his other hand and fondled Harry's balls through the fabric. At the same time he ran his thumb over Harry's weeping head. Harry couldn't hold it back anymore - with a muffled shout he came in his underwear.
Charlie continued to stroke him as Harry shuddered and jerked beneath him, the white liquid coating his hand making for even better lubrication.
"Nice?" Charlie asked. Harry, still incoherent from the intense orgasm, just moaned in appreciation. Charlie laughed. "I'll take that as a yes."
He leant down and kissed Harry one more, nibbling on the other man's bottom lip. Harry responded eagerly, and soon found that his body was rubbing up against Charlie's still-prominent bulge. He reached down and slowly pulled off Charlie's underwear.
"Harry…?"
Harry grinned impishly up at him. He'd never done this before, but it was something he wouldn't mind trying. Getting onto his knees, he knelt in front of Charlie and took his erection in his mouth.
Charlie moaned as he was engulfed in a warm, wet heat. The pleasure was too much and he started to thrust into Harry's waiting mouth before remember that this was the first time Harry had done this. Instead he managed to reduce it to a small spasm of his hips.
Even this was too much for Harry, who had struggled to take Charlie's length in as it was. His cock hit the back of his throat, causing Harry to gag, and he pulled back so that he could take it better. "Sorry," Charlie muttered.
Slowly, Harry began moving his mouth back and forwards around the member, and Charlie groaned at the wet, warm friction. Harry's tongue rubbed the underside of his cock, making it twitch in his mouth. As Harry began to get more and more confident, the pace began to build.
Soon the salty taste of Charlie's precum became apparent as it leaked into Harry's mouth. He resisted making a face, instead choosing to hum around the red-head's member. Charlie gasped and jerked his hips once more.
This time Harry could take it, and, though Charlie's cock hit the back of his throat, he managed not to choke and reached his hand up to fondle his swollen balls. Charlie felt himself coming undone.
"Harry," he moaned, "stop."
Harry didn't, and he was forced to pull away. He groaned as he lost that delectable heat. "What's wrong?" Harry asked.
"I don't think I could last much longer," Charlie admitted.
Harry grinned. "That was kind of the point," he told him. "Can I continue?"
Charlie seemed torn. "How… how far do you want to go?" he asked. Although he desperately wanted to go all the way, he didn't want to rush Harry, nor did he want to pressure him into doing something he wasn't comfortable with.
Harry's eyes widened as he got what Charlie meant. He moved closer to Charlie, a blush powdering his cheeks as he wrapped his arms around Charlie's waist. His no-longer-spent cock had recovered and was erect once more, and it brushed against Charlie's, causing a moan to once again escape the red-head.
Putting on his most aroused voice, he whispered sensually in Charlie's ear, "If it's okay with you… I want you in me." He smiled when he got the reaction he wanted; he felt Charlie's cock twitch against him.
"It's more than okay," Charlie whispered throatily, "but are you sure?"
"Yes," Harry told him, no question in his voice. That was enough for Charlie, who manoeuvred them both so that, with one push, Harry fell backwards onto the bed, his cock standing erect from his body.
"Do you have lube?" he asked. "It will make things easier for you."
Harry nodded. "Top draw," he said. When Charlie turned away, he briefly allowed an expression of panic to cross over his face. This was a completely new thing for him, and, while he wanted it, he was a little afraid as well. Would he like it? Would it hurt? What if he did terribly and Charlie never wanted to do it again? What if-
In his panic, he hadn't noticed that Charlie had found the lube and had realised his unease. A strong arm eased him up into a sitting position and rubbed his back. "Hey," Charlie said, his voice no longer dominated by lust. "It's okay. We don't have to do this if you want to."
"No," Harry said. He took a deep breath. "No, I want to. I'm just… you know… nervous."
Charlie smiled. "Don't be. We can go as slow or as fast as you want."
Harry nodded. Slowly, Charlie kissed Harry again; softly and sensually, nibbling on his lip and tasting every small area of his mouth with his tongue. His hand started to caress the other man's chest. Harry began to relax.
His hand moved lower and lowed, until fingers were dancing erotically over the younger man's engorged member. "Is it okay if I move lower?"
Harry nodded, tensing on reflex as Charlie skated over his balls and circled his hole. "Relax," Charlie advised.
"I'm ready," he said, eager for this first part to be over with. However, despite his efforts to loosen up, he still felt the burning sensation as Charlie's finger slipped inside him. It wasn't exactly pleasant, but it wasn't painful either - it was more unpleasant than anything else.
Charlie reached down and began stroking Harry's cock at the same time - now that was pleasant. Harry moaned, his attention sufficiently distracted from Charlie's fingering. He barely even noticed as a second finger was inserted and the red-head began to finger him.
He did, however, notice when a third finger was added. He gasped and tensed on instinct - although he couldn't actually remember relaxing so much. Charlie halted his penetration, although his hand continued to stroke Harry's cock. "You okay?" He asked.
Harry nodded, and told Charlie to start moving again. He did so slowly, but Harry still felt the burning stronger than ever, and no amount of pleasure Charlie lavished on his swollen member was changing that. He bit his lip, knowing full well that Charlie was a lot bigger than three fingers. He hoped it didn't hurt too much.
Charlie didn't cease his ministrations until he was satisfied that Harry was well and truly stretched. By this time his own cock was painfully hard and even Harry looked like it might not take too much to get him off, despite the uncomfortable new experience he'd just endured.
"Are you ready?" Charlie asked. Harry nodded.
Charlie reached for the lube once more but, before he could squirt some onto his hand, Harry grabbed his wrist. Charlie looked up in confusion.
"No," Harry said. "Let me."
Charlie's mouth went dry as Harry quickly coated his hand and grasped his cock. Charlie felt his cock twitch as the hand began to move up and down, stroking and squeezing.
In some ways, Charlie thought, it was even more erotic than when Harry was sucking him. Harry's fingers were like a pianist's as they danced over the keys, creating magical wonders that Charlie could never hope to rival. They hadn't even gotten to the main part and already he was feeling a telling sensation in his stomach, and the tightening of his ball sack, signalling he was going to cum. He held back as best he could, but he started to pant as Harry began to wank him faster.
It didn't take long before it was past the point where Harry was lubricating Charlie, and the benefit of him continuing was purely pleasure. In next to no time at all, Charlie had to grab Harry's wrist to stop him. "I think that's enough," he said with a smile.
Harry nodded nervously and lay back on the bed. Charlie's stomach swooped as Harry lifted his legs and presented his entrance to him. Smoothly, Charlie fitted himself into the niche between Harry's legs, his eager cock already pressing at Harry. He felt the younger man shiver at the sensation.
He lined it up and slowly pushed forwards. His head was quickly enveloped in the erotic heat before he stopped. Harry had whimpered.
"Are you alright?" he asked, barely managing to restrain from pushing onwards. His hips were dying to thrust into that waiting body, but he couldn't, not yet; Harry was in pain.
"Yeah," Harry grunted, and Charlie didn't miss the pain in his voice. "'M fine."
Charlie shook his head. How was he expected to buy that? He reached down so that he was caressing the skin on Harry's thighs and, when he reached further, his abdomen. "No," he told Harry, "you aren't. We'll wait until you adjust."
Harry nodded, and Charlie watched him visibly relax as the time passed. Eventually Harry spoke. "Okay," he said. "Can you do it quickly?"
"It'll hurt," Charlie said.
Harry shrugged. "I don't care."
Charlie pushed onwards, but extremely slowly. He didn't think he could be anything but careful with Harry. Below him, the younger man gritted his teeth.
Before Charlie knew what was happening, Harry had reached out his legs and wrapped them around Charlie's waist. The red-head gasped as Harry pulled him forwards in one swift movement and he found his throbbing member enveloped in heat. He arched his back in pleasure, making him go even deeper. "Ahh," Charlie moaned.
Below him, Harry cried out in pain. As soon as the stars had disappeared from Charlie's vision, he fixed his attention back on his partner. "Harry?" he asked. Harry just groaned - and not the good sort of groan.
"It hurt, didn't it?" Charlie asked, hoping his voice didn't sound at all smug with the knowledge that he'd been right. He didn't think it had.
"A bit," Harry admitted stubbornly.
Charlie held himself still despite the need to move and feel friction on his aching erection. He bit his lip when, after a few minutes, Harry began to squirm experimentally. How was he supposed to resist when the other man did things like that? Idly he reached down once more to in between the other man's legs. Even if it didn't encourage Harry to continue quicker, it might ease some of his discomfort.
"Go slowly?" Harry asked, and Charlie nodded. While it would be tempting to pull out and thrust back in hard, he never would have even if Harry had asked him to. He didn't want to hurt the young man. Instead, he started with small movements.
Now that Harry was adjusted, it didn't seem to cause him as much pain as it had before. Charlie began to go faster and faster, and Harry's noises turned into ones of pleasure, which made his stomach swoop. It wasn't long before he could easily pull right out of Harry and thrust back in again without causing harm.
Soon his hand and his hips were moving in time, and Harry was pushing back against him tentatively. Charlie felt that tightening again and he hoped that Harry was well and truly enjoying himself, and that he was just as close. When Harry clenched tight around him, it was almost his undoing.
"Oh!" Harry cried, clenching and arching his back. His hips bucked into Charlie's and he bit his lip at the sheer pleasure. "That spot! Hit it again."
Charlie carefully aimed his hips and thrust. On his second try he got it; Harry cried out once more and grabbed at the bed sheets to steady himself. "Ngaaa!" he cried.
It seemed that Harry was very vocal when in the throws of extreme pleasure. As Charlie rammed into his prostate more and more often, he got louder and louder. Charlie hoped this meant he was closer because his own member was throbbing and he knew it wouldn't be long before he couldn't hold on anymore.
He stroked Harry faster, who began to writhe beneath him. Excitement coursed through him as he realised that this was it - they were both almost at their climaxes.
Charlie was determined that Harry would cum before him or, at least, they'd come at the same time. Unfortunately it didn't work out like that; as Harry grew closer he began clenching and unclenching tighter and faster, squeezing Charlie's cock in ways he'd never felt before. He gritted his teeth but it was no use. He descended into that slippery slope that was his orgasm.
It was the best one of his life. He'd been with other, more experienced men before, but it was nothing compared to this. He cried out as he released his seed into Harry, stars bursting in front of his eyes at the intense pleasure of it. His hand still moved frantically on Harry's cock and, as the younger man felt Charlie's cum fill him, he came too, hips jerking uncontrollably.
Eventually their movements slowed and Charlie pulled out, only to fall into an exhausted heap next to Harry on the bed. For his part, the black-haired man didn't seem to mind, nor did he appear inclined to move either. Mustering all the strength he had, Charlie reached over for some tissues.
Harry groaned at the thought of cleaning up - and at the following thought of how much it was going to hurt in the morning. Charlie chuckled and handed him a tissue. Once they were clean, Charlie pulled a blanket over them both.
"I'm sorry for cumming so early," he said apologetically.
"Don't be," Harry murmured tiredly. "It was amazing."
"Yeah, it was," Charlie said. "But still… I don't usually do that."
"You'll have to prove that," Harry said, so quietly and with such exhaustion in his voice that it took Charlie a moment or two to realise what he was proposing. A smile spread across his face.
"I look forward to it," he said.
"Not tonight though," Harry said quickly. "'M too tired."
"Yeah," Charlie agreed. He pulled Harry closer to him and his heart beat quickened as the other buried his head into his shoulder, snuggling up to him like a small kitten. He wrapped his arms around the smaller form protectively.
Thinking was never a good thing to do right after exhausting sex, when the only thing both partners should be doing is sleeping. The mind comes up with all sorts of unwanted ideas and, as he watched Harry's eyes droop closed and felt his even breathing against his neck, he realised something very important about the younger man.
He wondered whether he should tell Harry. Did he want to put a strain on their relationship so early? What if Harry didn't respond? The other man looked so peaceful; it would be cruel to worry him.
His worry was proved unnecessary as a small snore slipped through Harry's lips. But it was too wonderful a thought to keep to himself, and he couldn't help whispering to the sleeping man, "I love you."
And, despite the great dinner they'd shared, despite the amazing sex, and despite the wonderfulness of this new realisation, the best part of Charlie's night was what happened next.
"I love you too," Harry murmured sleepily. "Now go to sleep."
Dear Harry,
Sorry that it's been so long since we last wrote. I'm spending most of my time trying to keep Hermione off her feet - for someone who loves books so much, she's terrible at just sitting down and reading. I keep telling her that she needs to relax and rest up, and that it's not good for the baby for her to be so active, but she refuses to listen. She'd still be going to work if it let her. Do you think you can talk to her?
Anyway, how's Romania going? I bet you've had all types of dragon adventures and other sorts of trouble. Knowing you, you've almost died about fifty times by now.
Hoping you're not dead yet,
Ron
Dear Harry,
Sorry I haven't been writing. Ron's driving me insane! I keep trying to tell him that I'm pregnant, not an invalid. He won't even let me make my own cheese and crackers - honestly, I can't wait until I have the baby. Even the labour can't be anything compared to this torture.
I bet you're dying to tell us all about the dragons and everything. I expect a long letter describing every detail in the hope it will stave of this boredom that comes of not being allowed to do anything! Are you learning lots about dragon species and how to take care of them? You should probably write to Hagrid. He'd be very interested.
Nothing else very interesting is happening back here. I expect Ron's already told you that Luna's pregnant - no one knows who the father is. Ron, George and Lee are trying to convince me that she thinks it's a crumple-horned snorkak, but I know for the fact that she's saying the father is a faun. I don't think she's any saner than she was at Hogwarts.
I have to go before Ron tries to tell me that holding a quill is too strenuous. I do hope you're having a wonderful time.
Love,
Hermione
Dear Ron and Hermione
Ron: stop harassing Hermione. Remember that she knows a lot more jinxes than you and, even if she is pregnant, she could still beat you in a duel hands down. Hermione: stop trying to do things. You're pregnant; take a break.
Romania's going great! The dragon's are amazing now that I'm finally promoted from grading scales. I've seen Norberta and you'll never guess what - there are a whole bunch of baby Norbertas! I've already told Hagrid - he writes to me almost every day now. And unlike you two, he didn't stop writing for almost a month.
No, Ron didn't tell me. It's funny; you'd think it worth mentioning that Luna's pregnant with a baby faun. Tell her… um… congrats from me? Or advise her to visit the mental ward at St. Mungos? Either response is probably good.
I actually have something to tell you, but it's sort of big, so I'll wait until you can visit. I suppose that won't be until the baby's born?
Ron, I also hope you aren't dead.
Love,
Harry.
Harry! Hermione's had the baby! It's a girl! We've called her Emma! She's so adorable!
I'm a dad. I can't believe it. I'm a dad.
I'll make this short because we're coming to visit you and Charlie on Monday. You can see Emma then!
Can you tell Charlie for me?
I'm think I'm in shock.
Love,
Ron.
Harry read the latest letter with a mixed sense of excitement and apprehension. It was wonderful news that Hermione had had the baby, and he really did want to see her… but Monday? He'd thought he'd have more time before he told his best friends that he was gay and that he was in love with Charlie.
Charlie, who was reading the letter over his shoulder, wrapped his arms around Harry's waist from behind. As though he read Harry's thoughts he murmured in the younger man's ear, "It'll be okay. They'll be fine. And we have each other."
Harry smiled up at Charlie. He was right. And Harry had a feeling that it would go fine, and he'd finally have his happily every after.
A few month's ago, before he'd come to Romania, it had seemed like a distant dream, but now it was his reality.
xXx THE END xXx
A/N: I'm so sorry about the time it took me to write this… I've never found lemons so hard before. No pun intended. But I've made it up to you! Over 3000 words of pure smut! Please review and tell me what you thought.
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