ENDWORLD VAULT
AN: Third installment! Sorry, my brain just sort of spit this up today, although the idea is less than great (I really hate people who cheat on their spouses/lovers).
Enjoy?
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Anything you recognize belongs to J.K. Rowling. Thanks.
Warning: Slash, slight lemon, angst, implied cheating
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Harry gasped, his elbows buckling as waves of pleasure washed over him. His lover's broad hand wrapped around his cock, sliding deliciously up and down his length. He bucked his hips, panting, wanting the languid pace to speed up.
"Fuck, Bill, please!" Harry finally gasped, he wanted Bill inside him, and he wanted it now!
The deep, lush chuckle that met his pleads vibrated through Harry's body.
"Feisty, feisty Harry," The mans voice murmured against his ear, before Harry was finally flipped to face his older lover. Harry wriggled, needing contact, arching when Bill's fingers prodded his entrance at last. Harry drank in everything that Bill gave him, basked in the perfection of their joining. No one knew how to love him like Bill did, no one compared to the dangerous and slightly feral man. Bill collapsed by his side, panting and sated, pulling out from the younger man beside him after a moment. Harry traced Bill's features with his eyes, memorizing the set of his jaw, the tilt of his once broken nose, the placement of Fenrir's scars. He sat up quietly as Bill's eyelids drooped, waving a hand to clean them both. He went about gathering his muggle clothes.
"Love you, Harry," The wizard laying across the messy bed sighed, Harry turned to look at him again after pulling up his jeans.
He found himself wondering why he couldn't stay, why he was forcing himself to leave Bill's small home. He padded across to kiss the man's forehead before pulling away and donning his shirt. He knew why he couldn't stay, his thoughts broke into another line of thought. Why do I always come back? He sighed and whispered his returned affections before leaving the room and heading towards the floo. Everytime he left Bill he could feel his heart tear a little more. This three year thing might have gone on for too long...
Harry picked up a pinch of powder and disappeared into the green flames.
Fleur would be back from St. Mungo's in an hour, after all. Harry decided to send Bill a private note later on in the evening. Bill would be a father soon, and Harry wouldn't be able to stand himself if he broke that up. Bill had made his choice last year at the wedding, after all.