Title: Steps to Planning a Successful Seduction
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Teddy Lupin/James Potter II
Disclaimer: Not mine
Summary: James Potter II was not placed in Gryffindor for nothing. He gets exactly what he wants, but this time he's looking more for what he needs.
Warnings: Boy sex, wanking, rimming, DH-spoilers, minor fluff, semi-public sex
Word Count: 5, 807
James Potter has never been more frustrated in his life.
Things have been going really well for him lately. He will be graduating from Hogwarts in a week and already has four offers to play Quidditch professionally. N.E.W.T.S. were over, summer was fast approaching and a new club had opened in Hogsmeade which 7th years were planning to sneak out and visit at the end of the week.
So why is he frustrated beyond all belief?
Teddy Lupin.
Teddy Lupin with his constantly changing hair color, beautiful pouty bottom lip and delicious arse; Teddy Lupin, who always has ink stains on his long fingers and who talks in his sleep. Teddy Lupin, who hums all the time and even manages to drink tea with an infuriating sexiness; Teddy Lupin, who wears tight corduroy trousers because he doesn’t like robes, and has the most mouth-watering collar bone, EVER. The same Teddy Lupin who is seven years older than him, who was a constant presence in his house as they were growing up and who got him through his first years at Hogwarts; the same Teddy Lupin who is openly gay. Teddy Lupin who, no matter how hard James tries to be sexy and suave around, still refuses to acknowledge the growing sexual tension between the two of them.
It was obvious. No doubt about that. Even his mum knew what was going on between them. Teddy had come to watch when James played in the Hogwarts Quidditch Cup, cheering loudly in the Gryffindor stands; his cheeks flushed, hands in the air, wearing a thin, white t-shirt (which as soon as James gained some fame he was going to outlaw) and maroon corduroys. James had never seen anything more striking in his life. He had almost fallen off his broomstick twice in mid formation from the distraction of what, on anyone else, would certainly have looked like no more than a white t-shirt, but on Teddy looked--- Was there even a word for it? No, James decided, there was not a word strong enough to describe what Teddy looked like in that plain, little white t-shirt. Yes, white t-shirts should be outlawed! And if not outlawed, at the very least, they should be banned from Quidditch matches. Bloody things were dangerous!
Fortunately, the other two chasers kept him on his game enough that Gryffindor defeated Slytherin, 400 to 260. The Quidditch pitch had quickly become pandemonium. Gold and maroon colours were everywhere. People were screaming and hugging him from all sides. James had been caught up in the joyous chaos until Teddy had tapped him out of a hug with his sister, Lily.
One tap. That was all it had taken, and the pitch around them had disappeared, and James had felt as if Teddy and he were the only two people in the entire world. Teddy’s mouth had been moving, but James could only register the shape of his lips before Teddy embraced him. James had felt every line of Teddy’s body against his sweaty uniform. There was no mistaking the history between the two of them. It was evident there in the feel of his sinewy muscles and the smell of parchment sun, and tea that James always associated with Teddy. All of those things combined to make James’ mind jumble into a mess of ‘mine’ and ‘so good’. When Teddy pulled away, congratulating James, all he could see was the line of golden stubble that covered Teddy’s jaw, and he couldn’t fight the urge to press his lips against it.
It had been glorious. The roughness of Teddy’s jaw against the softness of his own lips, the smell of his skin mingled with sweat, and the strong curl of Teddy’s hand around his shoulder were unfathomably remarkable. When Teddy pulled away, James realized what he had done, but couldn’t pull his gaze away from Teddy’s. James would have sworn he’d seen desire in Teddy’s eyes, but before James could press further, Albus had interrupted them with a yelp and a hug. Another thing to be outlawed—Little brothers. Sexy white t-shirts and meddling little brothers with terrible timing. He should start a list.
The tension since that day had been extreme. No matter how many hints James had dropped, Teddy ignored them. They hadn’t spoken about that moment since.
James rubs his eyes and stares out the window. The strange thing is that James hates the chase. James is tired of one offs in dark pubs and even darker alleys. He wants something substantial, something tangible. When the Quidditch season starts in July, regardless of which team’s offer he chooses to accept, James wants someone to come home to. Not a roommate who will make dinner just to be nice, but someone who is excited to see him when he comes home, someone who wants him there, someone who actually cares to ask about his day, how training was going, and someone who cared what the answers were.
James wants to come home to Teddy.
Teddy is taking the weekend off from writing his (probably brilliant, sexy and best-selling) novel to hang out with James, which is why James is so bloody frustrated. He needs a plan. A plan to seduce Teddy into loving him without making things awkward or ruining their friendship forever; which is beginning to look impossible because James is not used to having to seduce men. He’d certainly never had to do the seducing before. Men are drawn to him and he knows it. He knows he isn’t hard on the eyes; he looks a lot like his Uncle Charlie. James is taller, but the red hair, tan skin, freckles and brown eyes are exactly the same. He had no doubt that he could walk into most pubs and have his choice of men in the room. But all James wants is a shape-shifting writer.
Fuck.
Friday arrives in a flourish of planning and nerves for James. The plan is simple and James jumps in the shower to recap. The hot water pours over him as he goes over it one more time in his mind.
One. Look incredibly sexy.
James is a confident wizard, but he is taking extra care in picking out his attire for the evening, his outfit currently includes dragon hide trousers (which are unbearably tight) with no pants, a thin white t-shirt (turnabouts fair play, after all) and a small but noticeable leather collar. James hopes Teddy has a thing for control because he certainly wants to be controlled.
Two. Get Teddy just drunk enough not to see the seduction coming, but not too sloshed so as to forget it the next morning.
Considering James knows Teddy is a lightweight, he has no worries. He will just have to watch what Teddy will be drinking.
Three. Dance in lewd ways that demonstrates that James is not a child anymore.
Easy. Teddy might fool everyone else into thinking he is some book-smart writer who likes tea and classical music, but James knows him too well. He sees past the façade. He knows that Teddy loves a good club, and James has been privy once to watching the slow slide of Teddy’s hips against some lucky bloke. James is determined to rock his world tonight.
Four. Prove to Teddy that he is ready for this, and that it is not wrong to have sex with, fall in love with, or spend the rest of his days with James.
This was the part of the plan that gave him cause for worry. He played it out many times in his head. Even thinking of what James wants Teddy to do to him is enough to make James incredibly hard. He sighs and places a hand on the shower wall, thinking that it might be beneficial if he wanks before he goes out with Teddy anyway.
James reverts to his favorite fantasy. He envisions Teddy pushing him up against the wall, the brick making prickly imprints onto his cheek, Teddy’s breath hot on his sensitive skin as he breathes the most deliciously nasty things into James’ ear, like how he is going to make him scream or how much of a whore James is for his cock. At the image, James begins to stroke himself slowly. He imagines how husky Teddy’s honey-smooth voice would sound and how rough the pull of Teddy’s long fingers would feel against his skin as he tugs down James’ trousers and pants before sinking to his knees behind James. He quickens the pace of his strokes. This part of the fantasy is the best, his favorite part. As he picks up his pace, he swirls his fist around the leaking head of his cock. His breath catches as he resumes the steady rhythm of his strokes. He needs no encouragement to slip back into his fantasy. Teddy would peel his cheeks apart, blowing on his puckered hole with puffs of hot breath until James begged for Teddy to touch touch touch. Teddy would laugh a low chuckle deep in his chest, a beautiful sound like nothing else in the world. Teddy would lean forward and reward James’ begging with a light swipe of his tongue before lapping big, strong strokes with the flat of his tongue. Teddy would be attentive, responding to James’ every groan and whimper, knowing how the lapping of his tongue would leave James teetering on the edge of release and complete pleasurable oblivion. Finally, Teddy would take his beautiful tongue and thrust it inside him, fucking James’ hole with his entire tongue, reaching as far as he could inside James.
James can hardly contain his strokes as he repositions himself against the wall, so his shoulder is supporting his body, his side pressed against it. James closes his eyes against the heat of the water. He knows he is close. Teddy’s slick, wet heat was invading his arse. James moves the hand that isn’t fist fucking his cock to slide awkwardly into his hole. Slowly pushing in and out as he imagines Teddy would do. Teddy is sliding one finger into his hole now, while his tongue fucks him again and again. James adds a second finger as he imagines Teddy doing it to him, barely brushing his prostate. Teddy is humming against his hole now, long fingers stretching him, readying him for his cock.Teddy’s cock is against his hole, slowly pushing its way inside, filling and stretching him His strokes quicken, fucking him into the wall and coming hard into his ass. James comes crashing back to reality as he explodes all over his hand. It’s Teddy’s name on his lips as he rides out his orgasm, bucking and twisting against the tile wall.
Some days, not that James will admit it to anyone, he skips straight to the part of the fantasy where Teddy is coming inside of him, the feel of Teddy’s hot spunk spurting within the channel of his arse, then he would pull out and James would imagine the feeling of Teddy’s come dribbling out of his abused hole.
He only thinks of that when he wants to come fast and hard.
His cock gives a last twitch of interest. Time to set his plan into motion, turn his fantasy into reality. It was now or never.
James shakes his head before he lathers his body with soap and rinses off quickly. He steps out and towel dries himself before using a drying charm. Wet skin does not go well with trying to pull tight leather over sensitive bits.
James pulls the soon-to-be-outlawed-t-shirt over his head quickly, after a glance at the clock before he hastens to the bathroom; he dries his hair with a wave of his wand and chuckles at how much he looks like his father, except for his trademark Weasley red hair.
He tugs the collar out of the cabinet. The leather is slightly stiff and smells like sweat from when he tried it on the other night for a wank, but the tug feels good just below his Adam’s apple. James hopes Teddy appreciates the added touch. James wonders briefly if the leather collar is too much, but quickly shakes his head. There was no such thing as too much leather.
He gives his appearance a final check in the mirror, stopping to admire the curve of his arse in the soft leather and how it feels against his hyper sensitive flesh. He slides into black boots before grabbing his new cloak and running down the stairs. He doesn’t want to be late; Teddy is always punctual.
Stumbling out of the common room, James winks roguishly at a few first years waiting outside the portrait before he bounds out of sight. A quick run-in with McGonagall earns him two nights of detention. Apparently, she was not amused at James’ snide comment or the tap on her bum. Was it his fault that some people simply lacked a sense of humor? James doesn’t let it deter him as he pushes the large front doors of the school open. He practically leaps out the doors, taking the steps three at a time, before he jogs to the edge of the grounds.
The evening is perfect. The sun had died long ago, and a gentle breeze playing on the summer night air makes the night cool, as James reaches the path that leads to Hogsmeade; that leads to Teddy.
At the thought of Teddy, he quickens his steps trying, rather unsuccessfully, to calm his racing pulse, his breathlessness and his nerves. The plan will work. It just has to work. He attempts to reassure himself, as there is no turning back now. James walks a bit longer before he rounds a corner and catches his first sight of the village and Teddy.
Teddy. There he was. The light cast from the street lamp he is standing beneath makes him look as if he is glowing. James tries not to have thoughts that sounded like “angel” and “beautiful” but controlling his thoughts are not easy with Teddy around to cloud his mind. He cannot stop the smile on his face as he approaches Teddy Lupin.
James slows his gait to a casual walk because Teddy hasn’t noticed him yet. He takes his time to observe. Teddy’s hair is light brown tonight, which is what he wears usually. His square glasses highlight his gold eyes. James often wonders if those beautiful eyes are morphed or not. He has heard they look a lot like the eyes of Teddy’s father, Remus Lupin. Regardless, when James looks into them they make his heart jump just a little in his chest.
The closer James gets, it becomes easier to make out the line of Teddy’s familiar corduroys, brown and exquisitely tight. A green button up shirt fits his slim body, and James’ cock twitches at the sight. He pulls his cloak tightly around him before calling out.
“Teddy!”
Teddy’s head snaps up at the sound of his name, and James can feel a goofy grin expand across his face. Teddy smiles back, effortless and charming. James ignores the shiver Teddy’s smile sends down his back, and puts his plan into action. James forgoes Teddy’s outstretched hand, and pulls the older boy into a hug, pressing against him and lingering to take in the smell of parchment and sweat. He can feel Teddy tense slightly against him, and he pulls back before it becomes too awkward, but knowing he lingered long enough to inspire thoughts of their last meeting.
“Hey, Jamie,” Teddy’s voice is smooth like honey, and James steps back from Teddy to conceal evidence of his thinly veiled desire.
“How’s the book?” James asks before gesturing towards the pathway.
“Not bad. Small case of writer’s block, but nothing a good night of booze and dancing can’t cure.”
James has to stop himself from adding “and shagging” as they turn the corner into the town, their hands brushing as the walked side by side.
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James slips into the loo right after dinner, the tension in his body almost unbearable. He splashes cool water over his face, trying to block out the images of Teddy licking the vinegar off the chips before sucking on his fingers. James almost made a mess in his leathers at the sight. The best part was how Teddy had no idea how sexy he was; his long fingers and quiet laughter.
He quickly exits the bathroom and Teddy is waiting for him outside, the slow smile and full belly satisfaction evident on his face as they walk across the street into the small alleyway. A large man is concealed in the shadows as they approach the dark door, and a small nod lets them enter quickly and quietly. As soon as they step through the door, the noise from the club vibrates around them, and James grins at Teddy before they make their way through the crowd to the bar. Unlike muggle clubs, wizard clubs don’t have designations for sexual preference. There were no generally gay clubs for wizards, as there were in the muggle world. It made things easier.
James presses close to Teddy as they weave their way through the bodies. His hand curls around Teddy’s hip, and he brushes against Teddy’s arse whenever he can without being too obvious. Teddy leans against the bar, tapping his wand on the bar to get the attention of the bartender, and James slides onto a stool, spreading his legs and lighting a fag. He grins around the cigarette and watches Teddy order them two Firewhiskey Sours.
James scans the crowd, taking note of anyone who might be considered a threat to his well laid plan (no pun intended). James isn’t dumb. He knows Teddy has a tendency to draw attention with his arse. Teddy has the best arse in the entire wizarding world. It’s not a secret; it’s probably written in his biography on the inside cover of his books. And if it wasn’t, it certainly should be.
They get through their first drink smoothly, with a little talk and only a few people inviting Teddy to dance. But James knows Teddy’s not nearly drunk enough to shed his inhibitions and dance. Not yet. James spends his time glaring silently at Teddy’s pursuers. By the third drink, Teddy is smiling broadly and swaying to the rhythm of the club. A tall blonde is heading toward them, and James makes his move before she can pounce. He curls towards Teddy, running his fingers lightly over Teddy’s elbow, bare after Teddy had banished his coat to the closet. James still had his cloak on.
“Let’s dance, yeah?” He yelled into Teddy’s ear, although it was heard more like a whisper in the loud room. He makes sure to brush his lips just beneath Teddy’s ear, enjoying the feeling of Teddy’s shiver underneath his lips.
“Sure.”
James leans back, catching Teddy’s eye as he carefully shrugs out of his cloak. He waves his wand without looking, and the cloak disappears- hopefully to the coat closet- but then Teddy’s eyes go gold and slowly break away from James’ hazel ones, practically burning fire into James’ skin with the intensity as his gaze travels the length of James’ body. The shiver Teddy’s gaze ignites runs over his body, and he presses close to Teddy, grabbing his hand and pulling them onto the dance floor with far too little grace and much eagerness.
A new song starts. The beat is heavy, and James chooses a spot on the dance floor where mostly women are dancing. He casually dances with a few women, but makes it perfectly clear that he’s not interested in what they have to offer. He watches Teddy the entire time, not failing to notice the way Teddy keeps sneaking glances at his leather clad ass. The plan is working. James can feel himself getting closer to the goal.
James cannot help himself; he spends an entire song staring at the lazy swing of Teddy’s hips and the way the light of the club reflects off his glasses. When alcohol allows him to shed his inhibitions, Teddy dances like no one is watching and it’s something James cannot get enough of. Three songs later, James swivels closer to Teddy’s enticing hips and waits until the witch he’s been dancing with moves on with her friends. He slides up against Teddy, wrapping his arms around him from behind.
When Teddy doesn’t pull away, James is encouraged and slides his right hand to the center of Teddy’s chest, and curls his other around Teddy’s hip bone, fingers rubbing in dangerous circles. He can feel Teddy tense beneath his hands, but just presses harder, moving his hips in time with the music, letting his erection make perfectly clear his intentions.
“Dance with me, Teddy. Please…” His lips move over Teddy’s ear, moving Teddy’s hips with his own. “Let me make you feel good.”
James can practically feel the protests die in the heat of Teddy’s hips. The song is slow, and James takes the opportunity to trace his hand over Teddy’s chest, enjoying the hard lines and heat of Teddy’s skin vibrating through his shirt, the well defined muscles and shallow panting of Teddy’s breath.
“James.” The tone is cautionary. James smiles into Teddy’s neck as the song changes, and guides Teddy’s arms and body as he turns around, pressing Teddy’s hands on his hips. The tension in Teddy’s body is evident in the white knuckled grip he has on James’ hips. James can feel Teddy’s cock through his corduroys, hard and eager against his leather clad arse. James just grinds against him, letting his hand tangle into Teddy’s hair while the other hand strays to intertwine with Teddy’s on his hip.
“You are walking a thin line, James.” Teddy’s voice is harsh and strained against James’ ear, and he cannot help but press harder against Teddy. The commanding tone of Teddy’s voice shoots heat straight to his groin and the images in his head of what Teddy could do with that voice only encourage his cock to strain even more heavily against the front of his already too tight trousers. He moves their intertwined hands to palm himself, throwing his head back against Teddy’s shoulder and moaning at the contact. A gasp tells James that Teddy has just noticed his leather collar.
“James, I’m not going to be…” James cuts him off by thrusting back into Teddy’s hard cock and moaning into his ear.
“Please, Teddy. I know what I want. You can’t say you haven’t seen it coming.” James tilts his head and licks a line up Teddy’s neck to his jaw line, places a few nips before settling back into the rhythm of dancing, grinding between the steady pressure of Teddy’s hand and hips.
“This is ridiculous!” Suddenly, all James can feel is Teddy dragging him through the crowd, his own legs heavy with desire as he jogs to keep up with Teddy. They reach a dark corner before Teddy pushes him into a small bathroom and locks the door. James quickly takes note of Teddy’s dark eyes and obviously hard cock before Teddy smashes his back against the wall, noses crushed together. Teddy’s glasses are pressing into his face; James can see the perfect golden orbs behind them. Teddy is practically snarling, and James feels his cock twitch hard in his trousers.
“What are you playing at?” James can feel the hard breath against his face, and he struggles not to give in to the temptation of Teddy’s lips so close to his own. Teddy tugs hard on the leather collar and James groans, licking his lips with need.
“I thought it was obvious, love.” James presses his hips into Teddy hard, moaning at the friction between their hips. He also notices how Teddy presses back. Teddy’s eyes are narrow, and he slams his hand against the wall by James’ head.
“Jamie, this isn’t a fucking game.” Did he mention that Teddy cursing practically makes him cream himself? He groans and buries his head into Teddy’s shoulder, kissing his way up Teddy’s neck to his ear.
“Want you. Want you for as long as you’ll have me.” Teddy grabs his hips, stilling their rocking motion for a moment, and James’ takes this opportunity to continue.
“Wanna come home every day and have you fuck me so hard against the wall of our flat that I can’t sit on a broom right for a week without feeling your hot cock inside of me. Wanna swallow your cock and fuck you sideways. Wanna love you, Teddy. Wanna be yours.” James sucks hard on Teddy’s ear, feeling him groan, the vibrations flowing through his chest. “Do you want that? Someone to come home to, who will bend over at your will. Someone who will take you to terrible fundraisers and blow you in the loo. Please, Teddy… Please...”
He begs. He hadn’t gone this far to turn back now. His hands curl around Teddy’s neck and arm, hopeful and afraid all at once. If Teddy left now, there would be no fixing this. Everything James cared about depended on what Teddy did next. Then, Teddy clutches at his arse, pressing their cocks painfully together, and James’ head falls back with a painful crack against the wall. He’s so relieved, he doesn’t feel the pain.
“Fuck.” Teddy grabs his head, pulling hard at the sweaty ginger locks until James’ eyes are level with stormy pools of gold. “Are you sure? Because I cannot stop once I start, Jamie… I won’t ever stop.”
The ‘please’ dies in his throat as Teddy presses his lips to James’ mouth. And he tastes like ink and booze and something indescribable that makes James moan hard into the kiss, clinging to Teddy’s neck and arms to prevent his knees from giving out beneath him. It’s messy and tender, until Teddy presses his tongue between his lips, and James lets him enter fast, letting Teddy plunder his mouth. He cannot help but thrust hard against Teddy, pulling at clothes and skin because Teddy feels so good. So fucking amazing. No fantasy could compare with this.
Teddy tears his mouth away from James’, and James gasps for breath against the sensation on his skin. James tries to focus his hands on divesting Teddy of his green button up shirt, but he’s not sure he’s making any progress with the way Teddy is moving his mouth across James’ jaw, pressing open mouth kisses against sweaty skin. James can feel the fire of Teddy’s lips and tongue on his skin, and bucks wildly against Teddy. Teddy’s tongue is running circles around the tight leather collar, and James can feel the itch of wet leather against his neck.
“Please. Fuck, Teddy. Need you, need…” He moans loudly as Teddy latches onto the junction between neck and shoulder and sucks. Lapping his tongue over the bright red mark, that will most definitely be purple tomorrow. He can feel Teddy chuckle as he releases James’ skin with a pop and moves to his knees, pushing James’ shirt up to kiss and lick at James’ belly.
“Stop teasing! Fuck this.” James pushes Teddy away with a quick shove to the shoulders, which nicely gets rid of the pesky over shirt, revealing the infamous white t-shirt. James watches him sprawl onto the dirty floor before banishing his leather trousers and joining Teddy. “Need you.”
He watches Teddy’s face as he puts two fingers into his mouth, one beautiful eyebrow raises, and James smirks before settling onto Teddy’s chest and awkwardly working two fingers into his own arse. James feels overheated and prickly all over his body, but thrusts two fingers deeply inside himself, twisting and stretching as he watches Teddy’s wide, dark eyes follow every thrust of his fingers, James’ cock brushing lightly against Teddy’s white t-shirt. Perhaps he should re-think that ban on white t-shirts.
“Fuck, Jamie.” Before James can even moan at the curse, Teddy’s banishes his own pants and t-shirt, lifting and twisting. James is momentarily distracted by Teddy’s gorgeous, fuck-me collar bone, but soon his attention is drawn to Teddy’s groin. He can only groan at the sight of Teddy’s cock, thick and leaking, ready to fuck him into oblivion.
“Merlin, Jamie… you’re such a slut.” James can only nod his head, as Teddy presses one long, perfect finger inside James alongside James’ own two fingers. James’ other hand clamps down hard on the base of his cock to stop himself from coming.
James can only moan and twist above Teddy, wanting nothing more than to sink down onto his waiting cock. He can hear himself whimpering, hand clutching like a vice against Teddy’s chest.
“Now,” he gasps out and sits back on top of Teddy’s bended knees, watching Teddy carefully stroke his cock with conjured lube. The sight of the typically composed Teddy Lupin slicking his cock up for James’ arse is almost enough to make James come right then. Teddy’s long, spindle fingers tracing up his cock, smearing his pre-come over his palm. And that fucking collar bone- James would love for Teddy to give him permission to thrust into Teddy’s mouth, his balls dragging across that fuckable collar bone.
“Please Teddy, need you. Need you so much.” He can barely understand his own ramblings, they are needy whimpers, unintelligible words, but Teddy’s hands are gripping his hips hard enough to bruise, and James locks eyes with Teddy. He watches a myriad of colors flash in Teddy’s eyes. He slips off Teddy’s knees, grabbing Teddy’s cock, hot, heavy and perfect in his hand. The head presses tantalizingly against his puckered hole, and James moans.
“Jamie… Jamie…” His eyes slide open and time stops. Suddenly it doesn’t matter that they are having sex on the floor of a dingy bathroom in an even dingier club because it is Teddy and he wants this. James is finally getting what he needs.
“You sure?”
James nods his head, eyes slipping closed as his mouth falls open at the feeling of Teddy inching inside of him. He uses his weight to slowly impale himself on Teddy’s cock. The stretch and burn is almost too much, the fire is burning all across his body as he adjusts to Teddy’s pulsing cock. He opens his eyes as his ass finally cradles itself in Teddy’s hips.
“Fuck, I love you.” The words are out before he can stop himself, and his eyes fly open to watch as Teddy’s eyes and hair both turn a brilliant turquoise. The hands on his hips lift him slowly, dragging Teddy’s cock almost all the way out of his hole before slamming him down. A strangled moan leaves him, and James throws his head back against the slow slide of Teddy’s cock inside of him.
“So tight. So good, Jamie,” Teddy gasps as he cants his hips and pushes up with leverage from his legs and hits a spot inside of James that makes him scream. He is mumbling nonsense. He knows it, but he feels so full and worshiped he can hardly breathe. Teddy’s thrusting hard and deep, hitting his prostate again and again. But the look on Teddy’s face is the most erotic, his eyes glowing behind their frames and hair flashing between golden and turquoise, his face a picture of concentration and bliss. James is so close and his cock is still untouched.
“Come for me, Jamie. Come from just my cock alone.” Teddy groans, and James can feel his orgasm fast approaching. Teddy murmurs delicious things in his ear, before he tweaks James’ nipples hard. That’s all it takes. It plunges James over the edge. His orgasm rips through him, his mouth opens in a scream as he bucks and lets Teddy slam his hips down once, twice, a third time before James’ over stimulated prostate feels the harsh splash of come. James buckles on top of Teddy, his come slippery and sticky between them.
James nuzzles into Teddy’s neck, loving the feeling of a softening cock in his arse. Teddy’s long fingers trace patterns over James’ back; he can tell Teddy is connecting his freckles with imaginary lines. His other hand is slowly caressing the line of James’ collar. James can barely contain his smirk against the sweaty skin of Teddy’s neck.
“All right there?” Normal Teddy is back, calm and smooth, if not a little awkward. James just nods into his neck. “Did you mean what you said?”
This time James does raise his head. He presses a chaste kiss to Teddy’s swollen lips. Teddy’s eyes have returned to their golden brown, but his hair is still streaked with turquoise. It amazes James that someone so different from him has captured his attention so completely, and he cannot seem to imagine a future without Teddy.
“Course. I want someone to come home to.”
“Just someone?” His tone is playful, but James wants him to know this is for real. Wants him to know how tired he is of fucking anything with a cute arse, how he dreams in gold and turquoise, and how he wants so badly to be aggravated every day with tea bags and ink stains. James can’t seem to say anything like that. He’s at a loss for words.
Instead he just whispers, “No, just you.” Before placing another kiss to Teddy’s lips and gathering up their clothing, admiring the view of Teddy looking for his various bits of clothing; all lean, pale skin.
“Ready to head back?” James looks at Teddy, with questions in his eyes, but Teddy just smiles and tugs on his hand. “You think I’m done with you yet? Not even close.”
Teddy quickly apparates out of the bathroom, James smiles at the spot Teddy was just occupying before examining the large purple bruise on his neck, just below the tight collar.
As one often does, at the most inappropriate of times, James couldn’t help but remember all those years of his Aunt Hermione complaining that if he would just listen to her, and plan things out, study them, he would become a better student, more successful. Can’t deny planning leads to success now, can I? Somehow, he doubted that she would be proud of him for taking her advice. Smiling secretly to himself, he braces for apparition, thinking about Teddy’s flat and all the fantasies they would probably fulfill tonight.
He hears the sound of running water as he enters the flat and smiles, shucking off his clothing before he disappears into the fog of the bathroom. James is planning a good deal more, including, but certainly not limited to, all his fantasies of being Teddy’s play thing and, more importantly, Teddy’s love. Success was sweet.
