Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or The Chronicles of Narnia, nor do I make any profits from posting this fanfiction.
Summary: Non-Epilogue compliant. Harry, mid fight against remaining Death Eater factions, finds himself somehow transported to a strange world, Narnia. He learns to live, to love, and eventually to be a little bit selfish.
Warnings: Slash. Cross dimension travel. Character death. Murder, violence, fighting.
Pairings: HP/EP.
Chapter 14 – This one comes with a Mature warning. There will be sex in this chapter. Read at your own disgression.
Narnia year 1008 – Autumn.
Harry was feeling very uncomfortable for a great many reasons.
The first reason was that he and Ed had had a rather blunt discussion on sex. Their sex life was good – amazing really. There was nothing wrong with it. Harry was having a great time, so was Ed. The thing was that Harry had recalled something from Hogwarts after having an uncomfortable dream about his dorm mates calling him names for being gay, or being in a relationship with a man. He could remember all the things they used to say about sex and what people did to one another. That recollection had led him to wonder about anal sex. Was that something he and Ed should consider? Another way to connect and enjoy each other? Harry had mentioned it. Ed had…well…freaked out rather a lot. Now Ed couldn't look at him.
The second reason Harry was uncomfortable was because one of Peter's suitors had just pitched a fit about pining over Peter and him not loving her. That, in itself, wasn't that unusual. But this time Harry had found himself being used as ammunition in the fight. "You are my great love Peter, just as King Edmund is Duke Harry's great love." Really uncomfortable.
"Their great love is reciprocated whole heartedly. I'm afraid I feel nothing more than affection for you."
Oh that hadn't gone down very well. The woman was deeply unhappy and started shouting and crying.
"Makes me wonder why I even got out of bed thismorning." He moaned and Lucy next to him laughed.
"I know. I could have been spending my time with Mr Tumnus but instead I've got to listen to this."
"I pity Peter the most though."
"Oh? Why? He's dealing with it rather well I thought." Lucy mused and looked over at Peter speculatively.
"Yes he is," Harry agreed. "But it's never nice to be judged like this, especially not by so many people."
"We should all be used to it by now."
Court went on and on, eventually the young lady had to be escorted away. That done they dealt with other issues like land squabbles, neighbourly disputes, and one request for a Calorman to live on Narnian territory.
Afterwards Harry left to go to his room. He'd had enough for the day and could use the peace and quiet. Upstairs he practised his spells. He was trying to perfect and broaden out his wandless abilities. I was slow going and very hard work, often completely exhausting him. It would keep him sell distracted though.
Come evening he went downstairs to eat and discovered Edmund hadn't been seen at all since the court session. His siblings weren't worried. Harry wasn't very worried either. Ed tended to go off on his own when he needed to think. Still, it wasn't pleasant knowing that Harry had caused Ed discomfort.
No sign of Ed at bed time either. So Harry went to be alone, the first time in a very long time.
No sign of Ed the next morning.
Harry got up, dressed for the morning and went down to the training yard to practise with his sword for an hour before washing and eating breakfast. Everyone was friendly as they all had been since Harry's 'bonding' or 'marriage' to Ed. People willingly trained with him and he had an interesting sparring session with a centaur by the name of Kralius. Harry picked up a few bruises from it but overall bested the centaur in 4 out of 6 sessions. Harry needed to give up after that because he was exhausted and desperately in need of food.
He bathed upstairs in his room then grabbed some breakfast at the food hall. Susan was the only one still at breakfast and she was so busy with her head in a book she barely spoke 5 words to Harry. He ate in silence then walked around the castle looking for Ed without looking like he was purposefully searching him out.
By sundown Harry was a little angry for having wasted a day searching for his wayward love, and upset that Ed hadn't bothered to talk to him properly or tell him where he was going. Harry decided to take Lina, his horse, out for a while. She was more than happy to have a run and stretch her legs. She happily talked about her and another horse thinking of having a foal together. Harry was happy to listen, even happier to hear how Lina was having issues with her 'partner' as well.
It was late when Harry got back. He asked if Ed had been seen by anyone but everyone he asked shook their heads not really knowing. Harry sighed and returned to his rooms, needing yet another wash because of the grime and sweat from horse riding. He tugged as his collar as he walked, frustrated and hurt. What he would say to Ed, all the angry words and arguments Ed might say back, playing on loop in Harry's brain.
When he opened the door to his and Ed's room though he froze in place, his mind blanking as he took in the sight of Ed sat on his side of the bed, head in hands.
Ed glanced over his shoulder when the door opened and Harry found he couldn't move as they stared at each other.
The door creaked a little as it swung, the weight of the wood quite a lot for the hinges without being shut as it usually was. That snapped Harry out of his daze and he blinked a few times, steadied his mind into thinking about action, and stepped into the room properly. He shut the door behind him and crossed over to the tub. He'd deal with Ed when Ed decided to talk. Until then he would continue with his first plan.
He filled the basin beside the tub with water using his wand to fill it and heat it. He pulled off his cloak, top and undershirt, tossing them to the side, and picked up a sponge and some soap. He washed his face, neck, shoulders, arms, underarms and chest. All the while staying silent, and hearing nothing from Edmund. Harry tried not to let it bother him. After all Ed hadn't even known about sex when they got together, and there Harry was talking about another form of sex that, quite frankly, intrigued and scared Harry. He was a bit more intrigued now than scared but it was still scary.
He dragged the soapy sponge over his stomach then stripped off his boots, socks, trousers and underwear. Then he sponged down, washing and rinsing off the day's grime. After that he summoned a sheet to dry quickly and started dressing. It was warm thanks to the fire roaring in the fireplace, but it was fast approaching winter and the cool temperatures were heading in.
HE just pulled on his soft sleep trousers when hands slid over his hips and around to his stomach, a tall warm body pressing up behind him. He hadn't heard Ed move.
"Hi." Harry greeted, for lack of anything better to say.
"Hello." The word was mumbled against his neck, lips kissing gently before Ed took a deep breath clearly smelling him. Despite the simplicity of it, and the lack of talk between them the last two days, Harry couldn't help but feel the stirrings of arousal at the intimacy.
"Umm…I was getting dressed." Harry pointed out and waved to the shirt he had been about to pull on.
"Don't." Edmund shook his head against Harry's neck and Harry sighed allowing Ed his way.
Silence. Ed just hugged him from behind and Harry allowed it for a while before trying to turn around in the hold.
"No. Don't."
"Ed! This is silly. At least let me look at you yeah? I've not seen you in two days."
"Day and a half."
"Oh don't be so pedantic." Harry grossed and huffed. Ed still did not let go though and Harry nearly growled his frustration. He took a deep breath to do just that when Ed stroked his stomach and started speaking.
"I have something to say."
"Say it then."
"I didn't…look, I didn't know what to think when you just mentioned that whole thing to me. It's a very strange concept and actually I really, really don't like the idea of it at all. But…but I'm willing to try it if you are. Just go slowly with me and don't expect too much because the idea makes me really, really uncomfortable."
"It makes me uncomfortable too Ed, and it's not like I've ever thought about it before. I only remembered it the other day and now I've had a little time to think I'm intrigued. I'm still scared, I mean come on – anal sex is a big thing! I'm curious and I want to explore it with you because some part of me is saying that people wouldn't do it if it didn't feel good. But if you don't want to then that's alright too. I understand being scared of it."
"I just don't understand it. Why would anyone want to touch, or insert, anything there?"
"Like I said, people wouldn't do it if it didn't feel good. We could find out together though, couldn't we? Only if you want to."
"I'll try it. But I don't want to rush it, and if it hurts we are stopping."
"Of course! I don't want you hurt and I don't want me hurt either." Harry assured him and Ed finally released his grip on Harry to allow him to turn around. Harry turned immediately and raised his hands up to Ed's shoulders squeezing them. "I didn't want to scare you away Ed. Talk to me next time, don't just run off. If I'm not allowed to leave youthen you aren't allowed to leave me. Remember?"
"I remember." Ed looked tired, honestly tired, and insecure. Harry sighed and wrapped him in a hug. Ed relaxed into it, hugging back. When they pulled away Harry took Ed's hand.
"Come on, bed."
"I really…I'm not in the mood to try tonight." Ed muttered, backing up a little. Harry mourned a little inside because Ed was scared of him, or unnerved by him. He released Ed's hand and stepped back.
"I wasn't going to suggest we did. I was hoping to cuddle with you and fall asleep together, but you don't have to."
Ed's fear and worry morphed slowly into a grateful smile. "No, I'd like that actually."
"Come on then."
Cuddling and sleep was what they did.
Narnia year 1009 – Late Winter – Early Spring.
Christmas was long gone, as was New Year. The celebrations had been amazing as usual and Harry had spent it with the Pevensies in their usual fashion. There were no suitors accompanying them though, it was just the four siblings and Harry. They recounted old stories, retold the one of the Pevensies' arrival in Narnia and all the other stories they knew of about Aslan and Narnian legend. Harry was particularly interested in the story of the first king and queen of Narnia, Frank and Helen.
Now though spring was fast approaching which meant there was the usual solstice coming up at the stone table. Harry was looking forward to it, but as he had needed to leave Ed and Cair Paravel to prepare his land for guests and the party he was mostly just looking forward to being reunited with them all.
He could see them in the distance, some on horses and some walking. There was a huge parade of them with banners streaming and some music already playing. Harry all but bounced on the spot anxiously awaiting them. It had only been a week but that was long enough. He didn't like being away from the castle, or more specifically away from Edmund. Ed would have come but there was too much royal business to attend to.
Closer and closer they came.
Closer.
"Duke Harry?" Asked one of the Narnian's who had come to the great stone table with him. Harry looked down at the Earthman who stood no more than 3 feet tall. Harry didn't know his name, it had not really mattered to him or any of them to introduce themselves.
"Yes?"
"Go." The Earthman said and grinned showing off crooked yellow teeth. "You clearly want to. Go. Meet them across the field."
"Protocol…"
"There is no protocol. IT has not been written yet." Badger, to the other side of the Earthman said.
"Oh thank Aslan for that." Harry groaned and apparated to the other side of the field. He appeared before the parade, they only ten meters from him. Peter's horse reared, he shouted, then the horse called out to tell Harry not to frighten it.
"Edmund, Harry is here." That was Philip's voice, the good horse braying slightly in amusement. Harry peeped around Peter's and Susan's horses to see Edmund and Lucy behind them on their own horses. Lina, Harry's horse, was empty next to Edmund but Harry spared her less than a seconds' glance.
"Harry!" Ed called and immediately jumped off his horse, strode towards Harry and embraced him. Harry gripped back hard and laughed.
"It's good to see you."
"Hate it when business keeps us apart." Ed mumbled, gave him a brief kiss then stepped back. The other Pevensies had climbed off their own horses by that point and all took turns to hug Harry and greet him. Together the five of them walked the remaining distance to the camp site and party zone. The flags, banners, flower wreaths, lights, and magical decorations were all ready so they could welcome the spring in with their usual fashion; the seasonal poem of Narnia, strong and hopeful words from the Kings and Queens, followed by dancing and merriment.
Hours into the party Ed backed Harry up towards their private tent, checked the state the wards were in, then proceeded to kiss him stupid and instigate a new foray into anal sex.
Forty minutes later Ed was grimacing a little on the bed. Harry felt upset and insecure but satisfied, which surprised him. Ed wasn't satisfied, Harry knew that, but there wasn't much he could do really now. He'd healed Ed, not that there was anything to heal it was just discomfort.
"Stop it, I'm fine." Ed scolded, catching Harry's look and pulling him closer for a hug. Harry went into it selfishly taking comfort.
"I'm really sorry."
"Don't' be. Perhaps it is not both partners who enjoy it, perhaps it is only one person."
"Hardly seems fair though." Ed just hummed at Harry's words and they fell into quiet together just cuddling and touching. After a while Ed began to stir and Harry let his finger explore more, seeking to give pleasure to Ed after having denied it to him during sex earlier. Ed was groaning on the bed after a while and Harry slipped down to pleasure him more. As he did the cold from the room swept down his back and chilled sensitive areas which had him pausing a little.
"Huh." Harry said, gave one last lick and suck to Ed's skin before raising himself up. "Ed?"
"What?" Harry stroked him lightly, making sure not to give Ed too much pressure that he wouldn't be able to think.
"Fair is fair right?"
"Uh yeah, why? Please Harry! Faster!" Harry didn't oblige him, instead he let go completely which caused Ed to moan with disappointment and lift his head off the pillow.
"I had my pleasure from you, take yours from me." Ed's eyes went wide and he shook his head.
"No."
"Why not?" Harry asked, keeping his voice level and careful. "I know you didn't enjoy it but to me it felt amazing. I want you to feel it. I want you to feel amazing! It would be fair. Then, afterwards, we can decide never to do it again but we should try it properly."
"Harry…"
"I want to. Please. I want to do this for you."
Ed went to disagree again but Harry dived forwards on the bed and kissed him as a distraction, all the while reaching for the oil on the side table.
Harry knew Ed hadn't enjoyed it, but Harry had. Feeling yourself buried in tight, hot pressure was incredible! It completely changed sex for Harry. He hadn't liked that Ed was uncomfortable, hated it in fact, but Ed had kept him going all the way to the end. He did it because Harry had told him that Harry felt good and Ed didn't want to stop that. Didn't want to deny Harry pleasure at all. Harry didn't want to deny Ed the chance to feel it either. And Harry was perhaps a little more prepared for it because he knew what to expect.
"Please Ed? You'll feel really good, and I won't feel guilty."
"I…" Harry silenced him with another kiss and handed over the oil. Ed's hand closed around the small vial and Harry smiled against his lips. When they broke the kiss Ed looked very seriously into Harry's eyes. "If I hurt you, tell me."
"I will. But it will be alright." Harry smiled, kissing Ed again and then pulling back so he could turn around.
He was nervous, how couldn't he be? But Ed had been brave for Harry so Harry would be brave for Ed. After this they needn't think of it ever again. After all they had been having brilliant, fantastic, spectacular sex without the addition of anal sex for years.
Ed's hands slid along his back, then they left and the cap was unscrewed from the vial. There was the wet slosh of liquid then flesh on flesh slapping a bit as Ed applied the oil to himself. Harry glanced over his shoulder watching the rapid movement of Ed's hand as he applied the oil and pleasured himself. Oil had been a discovery a while back…such a good idea…oh…
Something blunt was at Harry's bottom.
Harry took a deep breath. As the pressure increased Harry breathed out trying to breath through the stretch that started off weird, then became uncomfortable and then turned to pain. He clenched his eyes and gritted his teeth. He knew he made a sound because Ed jerked back a bit. That made him cry out.
"Harry…" That tone was cautious and apologetic. Harry felt, right inside of him, felt, the decision to stop and pull away. Harry reached back with one hand and grabbed Ed's hip.
"No, I'm ok. It's just different. Keep going." HE insisted, taking another deep slow breath to calm himself and then another. Ed didn't move at all, the hesitation clear. Harry shifted back a bit. More pain shot through him and everything burned a little as it stretched out. Harry gasped again.
Ed groaned.
"Harry…" That was a good sound. Harry huffed a small laugh then bit his lips. Laughing made it hurt. No laughing.
"Good?"
"It feels…but…"
"No, keep going. Don't stop." Harry interrupted and wiggled a bit, grimacing in pain and eternally grateful that Ed couldn't see it. "I want you to feel good."
Ed did start moving. He moved slowly. Harry gritted his teeth and waited it out. Slow and drawn out, Ed moved in and out. The stretch and the burn was all Harry could focus on. Occasionally Ed's groans or mutterings of how good it felt would make it through the ongoing litany playing in Harry's head. It would be over soon. They would never have to do it again. Never.
Ed groaned and leaned forwards, pressing a sweaty forehead to Harry's shoulder. Harry looked around. Ed's face was flushed, high colour in his cheeks and spreading to his neck. He always got red like that the closer he got to completion. Sweat glistened on his forehead and his hair. His body quivered slightly and a shaky mouth pressed a hot open mouthed kiss to Harry's shoulder.
"You ok?" He asked, voice no more than a whisper. Harry nodded, not trusting his voice to betray the truth, or the lie. Ed nodded and just waited breathing there for a moment.
"You?"
"It's amazing Harry. So good." Ed moaned then looked at Harry with guilty eyes. Harry smiled and closed his eyes. He leaned back a bit, lifting his head to be closer to Ed. A hand slid from his side up his ribcage, over his shoulder blade and up his neck coming to rest on his cheek and cradle it. Harry savoured the tenderness, and the reprieve. Then, with a whispered sorry, Ed started moving again.
"It's alright." Harry whimpered as Ed thrust. Ed groaned again. Harry tried to relax but as Ed kept moving at a slow pace he found himself getting more and more tense, which made Ed groan because Harry knew he tensed those muscles too.
Ed gave a hard thrust unexpectedly and Harry lurched up, gasping and yelling with discomfort.
Ed gave a second sharp thrust.
Pleasure shot through Harry's body and he yelled, grabbing at Ed and gripping hard. What the hell?!
"Sorry! Sorry! I couldn't help it! I'm sorry." Ed said immediately and stopped moving. He froze, completely still and as tight as a bowstring. Harry, now kneeling on the bed with his torso raised, just gasped. What?! What the hell was that? That had…that had felt good! But…
Ed made to move back.
"No! Don't you dare!" Harry ordered and Ed froze again.
"Harry?"
"Shh…just give me a minute." Ed nodded, Harry felt it. He heard the man grit his teeth too. But he blocked that out.
What the hell had he just felt? It had…it had felt so good and it was definitely from down there…from his butt. Was it a fluke? Was it pain disguised as pleasure? No…come on, who muddled those two up?! It was pleasure. And Harry knew it came from Ed being inside him.
There had been that painful move, and Harry had thrown his body up…then came the pleasure.
"Ed? Move for me." Harry asked carefully, trying his best to not tense but still hold himself up without putting his hands back on the bed.
"Harry?"
"I felt something. Please. Move again."
Ed hesitated but gave a shallow thrust. Nothing. Nothing.
Ed did it again when Harry encouraged.
Nothing. Nothing as Ed pulled back. Nothing when Ed pushed back in. Nothing.
Harry sighed and leaned back forwards again.
Then something. A spark of pleasure. Something was there. Something when touched sent pleasure through him.
Angles…it must have something to do with angles.
"Keep going Ed. Please. I just…something feels good when you touch it."
"Where? What do you mean?"
"Something inside me. It feels good when you touch it but I don't know where it is so we have to find it." Harry urged and flexed his hips a little, hissing when that didn't find any pleasure at all.
A glance over his shoulder showed Harry that Ed wasn't convinced. There was clear strain on Ed's body as he carefully held still. He looked torn between the pleasure there was to be had for himself, and not causing Harry any discomfort. Harry reached a hand back and took Ed's hand.
"Please? People wouldn't do it if it didn't feel good. Don't you feel good?" At Ed's nod Harry urged him on again. "Go on then. Take it Ed. Feel good."
Ed nodded and began to move again.
Harry began to concentrate. He pushed all thoughts of his discomfort away and waited until Ed found a steady rhythm to his careful thrusts. He didn't lose control again. Harry was both relieved and disappointed in equal measure. It did mean he could explore on his end though. He flexed different muscles, tightened and released them. That made Ed curse and groan, gripping Harry's hips tightly.
Didn't work.
So Harry tried something else. He changed the angle of his hips and –
Oh!
Harry gasped, body lurching forwards with the shock of it. He gulped in a large breath and released it explosively. Oh! That…that was what this was about.
Harry shifted, that spot was touched again.
Then Harry shifted again and Ed rubbed all up along whatever it was.
"Ah! Ed!"
"What? What?!"
"Do it again! Again! Please!" Harry begged. Ed did and Harry cried out faintly. His eyes blurred, focus gone inwards and leaving no concentration for vision. He fell forwards and grasped the sheets tightly in his hands. Ed moved again. And again. Oh couldn't they have found that before?! Harry gasped, kept his hips in the right angle and waited for Ed to move and touch it again. Please touch it again. Ed did. Bliss! Harry felt pleasure spread from that spot and all through his anus. That…that was why people did it.
Harry's arousal grew and grew, the pleasure adding to it every time Ed brushed, touched, scraped across that place. So good…so good.
Harry knew he told Ed. Knew he babbled something. Ed kept asking. Kept wanting to be reassured. Harry lost coherency.
Ed just groaned.
The tempo increased. Slow and steady forward…backward…forward, became faster. Forward. Backward. Forward. Backwards, forwards, backwards. In-out-in-out-in-out.
Harry's mind spun. The only things that registered was getting more pleasure. Feeling it again. Please!
He flailed, moved to try to find it, to keep it, to make it stronger. More. Ed was gripping hard, fingers digging in. That faint pain registered. The stretch and burn also registered. But the pleasure felt soooo good Harry dismissed everything else. So good!
Ed stifled a cry. Gasped. Choked. Then groaned. Hips snapping so fast Harry was lost. Then Ed froze. The pressure inside Harry diminished a little. Heat spread. Pressure lessened again.
Oh…oh…Ed was done…Ed had found…
Harry choked out a nearly mournful sound and let his head fall down to the mattress. Ed was finished. He'd found his pleasure.
But Harry was still aroused. Harry could have cried. So – so – unfair! Harry reached down and stroked himself. His hand moved rapidly, that pleasure overtaking the disappointment of rht lack of pleasure.
Ed moved away, Harry barely noticed. He just concentrated. Ed huffed and panted, flopping down onto the bed besides Harry. Harry blinked a few times then turned his head to the side, vision slowly focusing on Ed. He kept stroking. Rubbing. Ed's keen eyes, blurred with pleasure and the exhaustion that followed it, took Harry in. Harry noticed the assessment he was being given then closed his eyes and thought only of pleasure. When another hand touched him below rolling him slightly Harry's eyes shot open and his orgasm exploded over him.
The high was impossible. Harry didn't think he'd ever been delirious on pleasure before. He and Ed had enjoyed some fantastic sex, but never had Harry ever experienced such a pleasure high like that one. He didn't know how long he lay panting beside Ed. He was barely aware of Ed rolling over and wrapping his arms around him. He vaguely remembered embracing Ed back and allowing some kisses. His body felt so lethargic though he couldn't keep anything up for long.
They fell asleep, they must have. The next time Harry had any presence of mind was many hours later when he woke up to find Ed sprawled out snoring lightly and the candles fizzling and spluttering on the very last of the wick and wax.
Ed's face looked blissed out and relaxed. Harry smiled as he looked at him. Such an incredible night with Ed, Harry wasn't surprised Ed still looked exultant even in sleep. Harry felt amazing. Every cell in his body buzzed with left over pleasure somehow. His skin felt sensitive and the slightest brush to sensitive parts brought a world of sensation that Harry's brain couldn't compute. His genitals felt almost oversensitive though and they weren't too happy with the drying remnants of Harry's pleasure. Harry felt covered in drying stickiness too. He could solve that problem quickly though.
Pushing up to get his wand Harry gasped and froze. Oooh that didn't feel nice. Harry frowned and moved carefully. His rear was sore. As he moved more sore parts woke up and cried out their displeasure at being moved. Harry groaned and considered not moving at all for a while and waiting for the pain to pass.
It probably wouldn't pass though. If Harry remembered rightly he had taken the time to heal Ed but hadn't even thought to heal himself. The pleasure had wiped any logical thought from him.
Harry grinned. It had been good.
At the time.
Not so nice now.
Harry needed his wand.
HE found it on the bedside table, just out of reach. With a huff Harry called upon his magic and summoned his wand to him. The wand moved sluggishly to his call, probably a reflection of Harry's actual will being lethargic. When he clasped his treasured belonging in his hand he flicked his wrist to clean everything up, to freshen his body and Ed's. Ed groaned and rolled over, feeling the magic and being disturbed a little by it. Not disturbed enough to wake though. Harry rolled his eyes fondly.
One spell was all it took for Harry's discomfort to ease and most of the pain to go. He couldn't heal everything internally but he could heal some of it.
That done he flopped back down onto the bed and pulled the covers around him to keep warm. He stretched to put his wand back safely on the little table and went back to sleep.
As always the cockerel crowed that it was time to get up. Harry groaned and mumbled his refusal to obey. He didn't want to get up at dawn. Not today. Not after last night. He was tired. He had sore muscles. Bedroom gymnastics was hard work…strenuous exercise.
The cockerel crowed again.
"I'm going to turn him into a pillow!" Came a disgusted groan from next to Harry. Harry opened his eyes to look, opening them just in time toi see Ed move around with abrupt, jumpy movements and snatch his pillow from beneath his head. Ed lifted it up, threw his head down to the mattress and pressed the pillow over the top of his head clearly hoping to drown out the noise.
Harry laughed. That prompted a slight glare from Ed before Ed blinked, mind catching up with everything, and released the pillow in favour of reaching out a hand to touch Harry. The touch was to his chest then up his neck. The ring on his finger was cold against Harry's skin but Harry savoured the touch. His sensitivity was still high. There was a pleasant hum in his skin wherever Ed touched.
"Morning." Harry hummed out, still grinning. Ed's intelligent eyes ran over him, taking stock and coming to all the right conclusions. Harry felt good. Ed smiled. His eyes crinkled and face light up.
"Last night was…" He trailed off, seemingly unable to suss up last night with words alone. Harry laughed and nodded.
"Oh yeah. We should do that again sometime."
"I was really worried I was hurting you but then you…you liked it. Not being hurt, I mean the sex. You said it felt good?" Red hues of embarrassment coloured Ed's cheeks as he stumbled over his words and Harry nodded seriously, not adding to the humiliation. He rolled onto his side to look straight at Ed.
"It did feel good. There was this area inside that you kept touching and it just…it felt really, really good. Like…" Harry hummed trying to think of the worlds. "It sent pleasure out and when you touched it I felt pleasure all through me. It was deep but it moved to wherever you were touching inside me. Then everything you did felt good."
"But it didn't feel good at the start did it." That was not a question, but nonetheless it required answering.
"No, it didn't. It burned and stretched and hurt. But when you found that place it changed. It felt really good Ed. Really good. I don't know why it felt good, I just know that it did."
"So it was just a place inside you?" Harry nodded confirming it. "But I didn't feel anything. I just hurt."
"Maybe we didn't find yours. I mean it took a while for me to find that I could feel good, and it didn't happen every time you moved unless I got in the right position. I think the angle was important."
"Hm. I…I'm not sure I want to do it again."
"Really?" Harry was a bit shocked. He wasn't sure if he should feel hurt or not but he felt cold by the words. "I want to. I want to feel that again."
"I…" Ed looked unsure and bit his lip. Harry knew he was frowning, unsure and insecure. HE reached out a hand to Ed though, hoping to comfort and be comforted. He stroked Ed's neck and over his shoulder.
"Ed? I really want to do that again with you one day."
"I…I don't want to try it again. I mean for me. I…it felt really good for me to be inside you and I'm really glad you felt so good with it. I really…I really liked seeing you so wild." Ed chuckled and pressed his forehead to Harry's, having to shuffle over the bed a little. "I just don't think it's fair for me to want to do it to you but not let you do it to me. I really don't want you to do it to me."
Ah. Ok. Harry could understand that. "That's alright. I…I really enjoyed it Ed but not so much that I want you hurt or uncomfortable. Besides, I think it might have felt even better for me when you found that place inside me than it did when I was inside you. It was like double the pleasure."
"So you won't be upset that I won't…?"
"Of course not." Harry laughed. He wouldn't, he really wouldn't mind. Not at all. At least for a while. He'd only feel guilty that Ed couldn't find pleasure from it, that it had been such a bad experience. It would have been a bad experience for Harry too if they hadn't accidentally found that place. "I feel guilty because you didn't get any pleasure from it. But I'm fine with being the one who…who takes it." There really wasn't a better term Harry could think of.
"Well…maybe one day…" Ed hedged. By the look on his face Harry was willing to bet that 'maybe one day' was closer to never or a year than 'anytime soon'. Ed would take his time. He'd work everything out. It had taken six or so months for Ed to decided he was curious enough to try anal sex. Harry could be patient. He loved Ed, and the sex was amazing. With something else to explore it wasn't like sex would get boring. And if Ed did decide to explore then hopefully they would have worked out more about finding pleasure from it.
"Anything." Harry confirmed which garnered a smile. "I love you."
"I love you too."
"We…" The cockerel crowed again and Harry let out a rueful laugh. "We had better get up."
"Urgh! But I ache so much. I swear last night I worked out more muscles than I ever do training."
"Haha, claiming it as part of your daily exercise are you?"
"I don't see why not. My heart rate was right up."
Joking, laughing and smiling, they got up and went about getting ready for their day.