celandineb: Nothing So Much (Harry [HP/RL], adult)
Title: Nothing So Much
Author: celandineb
Rating: adult
Prompt Set: 50.1
Prompt: #08, "Wrong"
Word Count: 901
Summary: Harry wants to have his Gin and eat cock too.
Notes: Harry/Remus, implied Harry/Ginny, Remus/Tonks. The title is from a maxim by Publius Syrus, "We desire nothing so much as what we ought not to have."
"Tell Remus hello for me," said Ginny cheerfully as Harry reached for the doorknob. "Ask if he and Tonks would be free to come for dinner next week; in a month or so I doubt I'll be awake enough to want company, if what Mum says is true." She rested her hands on her belly, swollen beneath her robes.
"All right, I'll ask." Harry turned back and gave her a quick kiss. "Don't wait up for me. You need your sleep and you know we always stay out fairly late."
"Yes, yes." She flapped her hands at him. "Go on. I'll have a cup of tea and read last week's Witch Weekly before I go to bed. Lavender's first column is in it. Don't worry."
"I won't. I love you."
"Love you too," said Ginny, already switching on the kettle.
Harry met Remus at their usual table in the Leaky Cauldron. After almost three years of turning up every Thursday night, neither of them even had to order; Tom brought over a pair of Firewhiskies as soon as Harry had sat down.
"Ginny wants the two of you to come have dinner," Harry said. "Next week sometime."
"Next Friday is the full moon," Remus reminded him.
"I know." He kept careful track, these days. "Would Tuesday do?"
"Tonks has some sort of Auror training retreat, I think. Sunday?"
"That should be fine." Harry watched Remus' finger run along the lip of the glass before he raised it to his lips. "How has your week been?"
They never talked of anything consequential there in the pub. Only snippets about work, and Quidditch, and which friends were doing what these days. Remus invariably had two Firewhiskies, except for the week after his transformation, when it was three. Harry only had one, and then switched to Butterbeer for two more drinks.
Neither of them touched the other at the Leaky.
Sometimes one of them couldn't go to the tiny cottage that Harry had bought after the first six months. If that was the case, he would manage to work a reference to the Giant Squid into the casual conversation, and the other one would understand. Otherwise, within a few minutes of strolling out, they were kissing in the low-ceilinged bedroom as if they had been apart for weeks.
As happened tonight. Harry felt the familiar fire in his veins as he fumbled with Remus' clothes, stripping him bare. Remus had once been reluctant to let Harry see the scars that marred his body, and it had taken a long time to convince him that they were badges of honor rather than shame. His prick rose hard and hot and unscarred from the greying patch of hair at his groin. Harry pushed him gently to sit on the edge of the bed and knelt before him, inhaling the ripe scents of musk and sweat.
"I thought it was canines who sniffed crotches." Remus' voice had a laugh in it, and Harry looked up and smiled.
"You're welcome to do so if you want."
"No, I'm quite happy to... ngh," Remus broke off with a groan as Harry licked along the purple vein that was darker than any scar, then took the whole into his mouth. Remus loved it when Harry did that; it had taken months of surreptitious practice with assorted objects to learn to relax his throat muscles sufficiently. He still couldn't face a whole courgette without blushing.
They rarely had the time to go as slowly as Harry would have liked, so he didn't hold back, encouraging Remus by humming and bobbing his head, feeling Remus' hands running over his back and then gripping his shoulders.
"Oh, god, Harry," gasped Remus. "Almost there... yeah!"
As Remus came, Harry pulled back a bit, swallowing the thick bitter fluid. He stayed there and ran his tongue across the soft skin while Remus twitched and shuddered and threaded his fingers into Harry's hair, until Remus tugged him up into another long kiss. They tumbled backward, sprawling across the bed.
"Want me to reciprocate?"
"No, I just want your hand," said Harry, rubbing against Remus' hip. Not that he didn't enjoy having Remus' mouth wrapped around him or Remus' arsehole opening under him, but tonight he felt like being quick and dirty. Remus' hand snaked down and insinuated itself between their bodies, fondling the loose skin of Harry's balls before slipping back to brush a knuckle over his opening. Now it was Harry's turn to moan and rut with frantic need, finishing with a rush of pleasure that left him blinking sleepily, sticky skin pressed against Remus.
"I love you," he murmured.
Remus smoothed the hair away from Harry's face. "I love you."
It wasn't quite enough for either of them, these stolen half-hours and hours. Sometimes Harry wondered if Ginny guessed, if Tonks did. Perhaps he and Remus were greedy selfish bastards, wanting everything and each other too. Sometimes he wished he had been stronger, hadn't touched Remus that first time, hadn't heard the small noise that told him Remus felt the same way he did. Life would have been far less complicated.
But then, his life had never been simple.
"Owl me," he said, standing reluctantly and using a quick charm to spell them both clean. "About dinner."
"I will." Remus began to dress.
They held each other for a long moment before Apparating home.
Author: celandineb
Rating: adult
Prompt Set: 50.1
Prompt: #08, "Wrong"
Word Count: 901
Summary: Harry wants to have his Gin and eat cock too.
Notes: Harry/Remus, implied Harry/Ginny, Remus/Tonks. The title is from a maxim by Publius Syrus, "We desire nothing so much as what we ought not to have."
"Tell Remus hello for me," said Ginny cheerfully as Harry reached for the doorknob. "Ask if he and Tonks would be free to come for dinner next week; in a month or so I doubt I'll be awake enough to want company, if what Mum says is true." She rested her hands on her belly, swollen beneath her robes.
"All right, I'll ask." Harry turned back and gave her a quick kiss. "Don't wait up for me. You need your sleep and you know we always stay out fairly late."
"Yes, yes." She flapped her hands at him. "Go on. I'll have a cup of tea and read last week's Witch Weekly before I go to bed. Lavender's first column is in it. Don't worry."
"I won't. I love you."
"Love you too," said Ginny, already switching on the kettle.
Harry met Remus at their usual table in the Leaky Cauldron. After almost three years of turning up every Thursday night, neither of them even had to order; Tom brought over a pair of Firewhiskies as soon as Harry had sat down.
"Ginny wants the two of you to come have dinner," Harry said. "Next week sometime."
"Next Friday is the full moon," Remus reminded him.
"I know." He kept careful track, these days. "Would Tuesday do?"
"Tonks has some sort of Auror training retreat, I think. Sunday?"
"That should be fine." Harry watched Remus' finger run along the lip of the glass before he raised it to his lips. "How has your week been?"
They never talked of anything consequential there in the pub. Only snippets about work, and Quidditch, and which friends were doing what these days. Remus invariably had two Firewhiskies, except for the week after his transformation, when it was three. Harry only had one, and then switched to Butterbeer for two more drinks.
Neither of them touched the other at the Leaky.
Sometimes one of them couldn't go to the tiny cottage that Harry had bought after the first six months. If that was the case, he would manage to work a reference to the Giant Squid into the casual conversation, and the other one would understand. Otherwise, within a few minutes of strolling out, they were kissing in the low-ceilinged bedroom as if they had been apart for weeks.
As happened tonight. Harry felt the familiar fire in his veins as he fumbled with Remus' clothes, stripping him bare. Remus had once been reluctant to let Harry see the scars that marred his body, and it had taken a long time to convince him that they were badges of honor rather than shame. His prick rose hard and hot and unscarred from the greying patch of hair at his groin. Harry pushed him gently to sit on the edge of the bed and knelt before him, inhaling the ripe scents of musk and sweat.
"I thought it was canines who sniffed crotches." Remus' voice had a laugh in it, and Harry looked up and smiled.
"You're welcome to do so if you want."
"No, I'm quite happy to... ngh," Remus broke off with a groan as Harry licked along the purple vein that was darker than any scar, then took the whole into his mouth. Remus loved it when Harry did that; it had taken months of surreptitious practice with assorted objects to learn to relax his throat muscles sufficiently. He still couldn't face a whole courgette without blushing.
They rarely had the time to go as slowly as Harry would have liked, so he didn't hold back, encouraging Remus by humming and bobbing his head, feeling Remus' hands running over his back and then gripping his shoulders.
"Oh, god, Harry," gasped Remus. "Almost there... yeah!"
As Remus came, Harry pulled back a bit, swallowing the thick bitter fluid. He stayed there and ran his tongue across the soft skin while Remus twitched and shuddered and threaded his fingers into Harry's hair, until Remus tugged him up into another long kiss. They tumbled backward, sprawling across the bed.
"Want me to reciprocate?"
"No, I just want your hand," said Harry, rubbing against Remus' hip. Not that he didn't enjoy having Remus' mouth wrapped around him or Remus' arsehole opening under him, but tonight he felt like being quick and dirty. Remus' hand snaked down and insinuated itself between their bodies, fondling the loose skin of Harry's balls before slipping back to brush a knuckle over his opening. Now it was Harry's turn to moan and rut with frantic need, finishing with a rush of pleasure that left him blinking sleepily, sticky skin pressed against Remus.
"I love you," he murmured.
Remus smoothed the hair away from Harry's face. "I love you."
It wasn't quite enough for either of them, these stolen half-hours and hours. Sometimes Harry wondered if Ginny guessed, if Tonks did. Perhaps he and Remus were greedy selfish bastards, wanting everything and each other too. Sometimes he wished he had been stronger, hadn't touched Remus that first time, hadn't heard the small noise that told him Remus felt the same way he did. Life would have been far less complicated.
But then, his life had never been simple.
"Owl me," he said, standing reluctantly and using a quick charm to spell them both clean. "About dinner."
"I will." Remus began to dress.
They held each other for a long moment before Apparating home.