Fic: A Perfect Fit, Remus/Harry, NC-17
Hey guys! Remember this? It was a ficlet I wrote for sassykajun a while back. I got a few requests to finish it, because of the lack of porn I'm sure, so here you go.
This was written for supergrover24 who wanted Remus/Harry, first time, rimming. I hope you don't mind that I continued a previous ficlet, dear. I'll post the whole thing together on skyehawke in a few weeks.
Title: A Perfect Fit
Pairing: Remus/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 2,393 words
A/N: Thanks to Charm who gave it a once over. I'll apologize now for the fluff that reared its ugly head at the end. I was attacked by giant fluffy bunnies. They held me down and made me write it. You should thank mooncharm for taking out some of the cheesier parts. *facepalm* WTF is wrong with me??
The thin material of Harry's shirt bunched in his grip as he slowly eased the garment up. Remus let his fingertips trail lightly over Harry's damp skin, pressing inward softly as he moved over his ribs, feeling the bones protruding underneath the heated flesh. Harry lifted his arms and allowed him to pull the shirt up and over his head. Remus moved slowly, lifting the material up the length of Harry's arms before letting it fall softly to the side. His fingers twined with Harry's, pulling his arms back to wrap around Remus' neck, and he bent he head to lay his lips against the gorgeous throat below him.
"Remus," Harry whispered. His voice shook slightly and Remus moaned, sucking softly on the salty flesh beneath his mouth, drawing the blood to the surface. He knew Harry was scared. He was ashamed to note that it only heightened his arousal.
His hands went around to Harry's exposed chest and he fingered the tight nipples gently, pinching each one in turn. Wet skin slid beneath his palms, smooth and hot, and it took everything he had not to throw Harry down and force his way inside.
Slow, slow, slow. That was his mantra. He nuzzled Harry's cheek before moving back to breathe softly into his ear. Gooseflesh appeared on the long, graceful arms that were encircling his neck and he chuckled softly. Remus let his hands slide down Harry's taut belly, fingers busy trying to feel every inch of skin, to the waistband of his jeans. He fingered the button before moving lower to cup the bulge beneath the thick material.
"Oh!" Harry's head fell back against his shoulder and his hips thrust forward into Remus' palm. He was already panting. Remus grinned.
"I think," Remus muttered against his temple, "that we should move this to the sofa." He rubbed his hand up and down over his groin, then moved his hand up again and unbuttoned Harry's jeans.
Harry stiffened. Remus allowed his fingers to slip underneath the waistband, teasing, as he laid a gentle kiss to Harry's cheek.
"All right?"
Harry nodded and relaxed slightly. "May… maybe I should shower first," Harry said nervously. "I'm sweaty and dirty."
Remus smiled and continued undoing Harry's jeans, pushing them down slowly over the boy's slender hips.
"I like you dirty," Remus breathed against his ear. "And I like you sweaty, I like the way it tastes." He ran his tongue along Harry's face, down to his throat again, sucking and licking. "I plan to get you a lot dirtier, so perhaps the shower should just wait until after."
Harry moaned as Remus pushed his pants down over his hips as well, letting the clothing bunch up around his thighs. Remus ran his hands through the coarse, curly hair between Harry's legs, before gliding his hand up and around his thick, beautiful cock. He pumped him slowly as he kissed his cheek, his eyes, the corner of his lips, until Harry turned his head slightly and Remus was able to take his mouth. The kiss was smooth and slow, their tongues twining leisurely as they explored one another thoroughly. Remus broke it reluctantly and released Harry's cock. Harry's soft whimpers did nothing for his self-control.
He pulled Harry's arms from around his neck and moved in front of him, taking in the sight of this young, hard, beautiful boy before him.
"You're stunning," he said, with a soft smile. Harry smiled back, blushing madly. Perfect.
Remus stepped in close, so close that he could feel the heat radiating off of Harry's body in waves. Harry tilted his head back and Remus brushed their lips together very, very softly, barely touching, before lowering himself to kneel at Harry's feet. He looked up into startled green eyes and smiled.
He rubbed his cheek against Harry's straining erection as he made fast work of his lover's shoes and jeans. Harry gasped and clenched his hand on Remus' shoulder tightly for balance as he shakily stepped out of his clothes.
"Good boy," Remus breathed against his sac. Harry smelled pungent and musky. Strong. Oh, Merlin, the smell went straight to his cock and he mouthed gently along the tightening skin of Harry's balls, allowing his tongue access to probe and lick. And fuck, he tasted as good as he smelled, young and virile and hot. He opened his mouth and sucked, pulling one of his testicles into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it.
Harry groaned and shifted, spreading his legs further apart. Remus pulled back panting and ran his hands up the insides of Harry's quaking thighs. He reached between his legs and fingered the damp crease. God he wanted to eat him. Right there.
"Lie down, Harry," Remus said gruffly, as he pulled away. He sat back on his heels and began unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes locked with Harry's.
Harry swallowed and opened his mouth, shutting it quickly under Remus' stern gaze. He nodded once and moved to the sofa, stretching himself out on his stomach across the soft cushions, and buried his face in his arms. Yes, he was nervous, Remus knew, but right now, he looked like a bloody feast laid out before him and he couldn't find it in himself to resist.
Remus shrugged his shirt off and tossed it aside roughly, reaching down to tear open his trousers one-handed as he leaned forward to run his fingers over the gorgeous swell of Harry's arse. Harry's body jerked and tensed under his touch and Remus frowned. That would not do. He ignored the protests of his knees and moved closer, shoving his trousers down over his prick as he went. Fuck, he was so bloody hard. He felt on the verge of exploding already. Careful not to let the edge of the sofa touch his engorged flesh, he bent forward and slowly ran his tongue up Harry's crack.
"Remus!" Harry's head shot up at that and he looked over his shoulder, his eyes betraying his confusion. Remus smiled and licked him again, this time pushing his tongue in between his cheeks, letting the wet muscle slide slickly along the already sweat-damp skin. Oh, God.
"Oh, God," Harry whimpered, voicing Remus' thoughts. Remus breathed deep, taking in his scent, wanting to drown in it.
"Fuck, Harry," he gasped, losing some of his iron control. He pressed forward, nosing his way in between Harry's arse cheeks, even as he gripped Harry's calves and pushed them farther apart. Harry's hole was tight and rigid, the soft flesh of his arse pressing down against Remus' face, and Remus kissed him there, deep and wet, plunging his tongue inside the tiny opening, pushing as deep as he could go.
Harry jerked away from and Remus followed, smothering his face in the warm, sweaty flesh. He opened his mouth wide, slurping and licking around and in, eating him voraciously. It was heaven. He tasted wonderful, sweet, and sticky, and dark. Remus had always wondered what innocence tasted like. And oh fuck it was perfect.
Deeper now, and the boy was so tight on his tongue. Remus groaned around his mouthful at the thought of sliding his cock inside that tight, searing, heaven. He tongue fucked him roughly, taking things much farther, much faster than he'd ever intended. It's his first time. I've got to slow down. The thoughts were there but Remus' body refused to listen. He'd waited so very long.
Harry was shaking violently beneath his tongue, sobbing into the cushions, and Remus knew he'd feel guilty later for not checking on him but it was too good to stop now. He nibbled on the wrinkled orifice and sealed his lips to suck deeply, pulling and tugging at the needy flesh. On the next inward thrust of his tongue he felt Harry convulse beneath him and his hole clenched spasmodically, pulling his tongue in deeper, as Harry writhed and screamed, coming violently across the sofa.
Remus pulled back gasping, and wiped his face, which was coated with sweat and saliva. He rubbed his other hand down Harry's back and arse, rubbing the pliant muscles. His cock pulsed and ached. He had to get inside him.
A murmured Accio had a bottle of lotion in his hand in a second. His hands shook as he opened the bottle, pouring copious amounts of the thick salve across his tortured erection. He could barley stand to touch himself in order to smooth the lotion across his flesh. He pushed Harry's relaxed thighs open more and hoisted himself up, his knees protesting horribly, to settle atop the beautiful creature spread out before him.
"All right, love?" he whispered softly against Harry's ear.
Harry turned his head slightly, his face a most alluring shade of red, and nodded. His eyes were glazed and heavily lidded and Remus squeezed his shoulder, feeling the muscles give easily to his touch. Perfect.
He situated his cock in between Harry's cheeks, nudging the head up against his loosened hole.
"Just lay still and relax," he muttered, running his fingertips up Harry's side. "Push out as I push in."
Harry nodded again and closed his eyes.
Tight, oh fuck he was so goddamned tight. Remus held his breath and pushed forward slowly, so slowly. It was heaven and hell rolled into one. Harry's hole gripped him like a vice, squeezing his agonized prick to the point of almost pain. Harry whimpered beneath him and he knew it hurt, it had to hurt, and he should stop and stretch him more, use more lubrication, but for the life of him he couldn't. His hips surged forward, inch by agonizing inch, engulfing his cock in the hottest, softest, most wonderful, oh God.
Harry moaned and it sounded somewhere between pain and pleasure.
"Shh, lie still, Harry. Nearly there, relax, you're doing so good, love."
Harry squeezed his eyes shut tight and breathed deeply. Remus kissed his cheek sweetly and pressed in further, destroying the last vestiges of his innocence. The idea nearly made him come instantly. God. A virgin. Remus was in awe. His Harry. His.
The constricted passage closed in around him as he bottomed out, his hipbones coming to rest on Harry's arse. He couldn't breath, it was so intense, so all-consuming. He wasn't sure he'd be able to last long enough for Harry to get anything out of it.
"Am I hurting you?" he asked quietly, rubbing his face against Harry's.
"Not much," Harry whispered. A yes if he'd ever heard one.
"It'll get better," he promised, praying that he could hold out long enough to fulfill it. He slid his hands up Harry's arms and twined their fingers together tenderly. Then, he moved.
It was a moment before he realized that the loud moans that he was hearing were coming from him. So fucking sweet. He rolled his hips gently, letting his fevered flesh slide wetly in and out of the trembling, young body below him. Harry was breathing harshly with each shallow thrust and his fingers clenched and released around Remus'. Remus' heart was pounding violently against his ribs and everything in his universe seemed to be focused on the length of flesh that connected the two of them. There was nothing else.
Harry began to move against him and he was making soft, little mewling noises every time Remus' cock touched him deep inside. They writhed together, a slow, pounding dance, sweat-slick skin sliding easily, fingers grasping, mouths open and panting. Forever they moved with Remus hovering on edge, about to fall, not knowing how in the hell he was holding back. Because he wanted it, he wanted to fill Harry up with his seed, wanted to feel that warm, receptive passage suck everything out of him. He wanted it now.
He pulled a hand free and slid it under Harry's belly, pleased to find his young cock hard again, leaking. He wrapped his fingers around the silky length and pulled once.
Harry screamed. If the harsh spasms of Harry's wet anus clenching around his prick hadn't done him in, the sound of his cries would have.
Remus shoved in hard and Harry cried out again. He held himself deep inside, humping shallowly, as his orgasm erupted from him. He felt liquid fire shoot out of him, coating Harry's insides, marking him.
Mine.
Nothing had ever been so perfect.
He slumped across the boy, dragging his lips across Harry's damp shoulder. "Are you okay?" he rasped.
Harry didn't respond for a moment. Remus felt a frission of dread run up his spine. Oh, God. He'd hurt him.
"Harry?" Remus lifted himself off a bit, pulling out gently, wincing at the low moan that Harry gave. "Oh, Harry, I'm…"
What? Sorry? No, he wasn't. He wasn't sorry because he had never been closer to another human being in all his years and he'd be damned if he'd change a thing. "Harry?"
Harry shifted beneath him and he lifted further, allowing the stirring youth to turn beneath him. His eyes were red and he had dried tearstains on his pink cheeks. Remus' chest ached at the sight, a clear, cutting, tangible ache that cut him in two. Fuck.
And then… Harry smiled shyly, his green eyes glittering in the flickering firelight and Remus felt his heart start to beat again.
"I think I'm better than okay," Harry whispered, pulling him down for a soft kiss. Remus nearly sobbed with relief. He wrapped his arms around Harry and held him to his chest as he kissed him long and slow.
They pulled apart carefully and stared at each other. "Are you okay?" Harry asked softly.
Remus grinned and nodded, his heart feeling as if it were about to pummel it's way out of his chest. Harry moved over and Remus lay down beside him. It was a damn tight fit, but Remus wasn't complaining. They held each other for a long time, kissing and caressing.
"You were right," Harry muttered against his lips.
Remus blinked at him. "About?"
Harry blushed again and averted his eyes. "It fit."
Remus chuckled and kissed him again. "It certainly did." He was surprised to find his cock stirring once more. He grinned down at Harry, his eyes dancing merrily. "Up for that shower now?"
The smile on Harry's lips was answer enough.
This was written for supergrover24 who wanted Remus/Harry, first time, rimming. I hope you don't mind that I continued a previous ficlet, dear. I'll post the whole thing together on skyehawke in a few weeks.
Title: A Perfect Fit
Pairing: Remus/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 2,393 words
A/N: Thanks to Charm who gave it a once over. I'll apologize now for the fluff that reared its ugly head at the end. I was attacked by giant fluffy bunnies. They held me down and made me write it. You should thank mooncharm for taking out some of the cheesier parts. *facepalm* WTF is wrong with me??
The thin material of Harry's shirt bunched in his grip as he slowly eased the garment up. Remus let his fingertips trail lightly over Harry's damp skin, pressing inward softly as he moved over his ribs, feeling the bones protruding underneath the heated flesh. Harry lifted his arms and allowed him to pull the shirt up and over his head. Remus moved slowly, lifting the material up the length of Harry's arms before letting it fall softly to the side. His fingers twined with Harry's, pulling his arms back to wrap around Remus' neck, and he bent he head to lay his lips against the gorgeous throat below him.
"Remus," Harry whispered. His voice shook slightly and Remus moaned, sucking softly on the salty flesh beneath his mouth, drawing the blood to the surface. He knew Harry was scared. He was ashamed to note that it only heightened his arousal.
His hands went around to Harry's exposed chest and he fingered the tight nipples gently, pinching each one in turn. Wet skin slid beneath his palms, smooth and hot, and it took everything he had not to throw Harry down and force his way inside.
Slow, slow, slow. That was his mantra. He nuzzled Harry's cheek before moving back to breathe softly into his ear. Gooseflesh appeared on the long, graceful arms that were encircling his neck and he chuckled softly. Remus let his hands slide down Harry's taut belly, fingers busy trying to feel every inch of skin, to the waistband of his jeans. He fingered the button before moving lower to cup the bulge beneath the thick material.
"Oh!" Harry's head fell back against his shoulder and his hips thrust forward into Remus' palm. He was already panting. Remus grinned.
"I think," Remus muttered against his temple, "that we should move this to the sofa." He rubbed his hand up and down over his groin, then moved his hand up again and unbuttoned Harry's jeans.
Harry stiffened. Remus allowed his fingers to slip underneath the waistband, teasing, as he laid a gentle kiss to Harry's cheek.
"All right?"
Harry nodded and relaxed slightly. "May… maybe I should shower first," Harry said nervously. "I'm sweaty and dirty."
Remus smiled and continued undoing Harry's jeans, pushing them down slowly over the boy's slender hips.
"I like you dirty," Remus breathed against his ear. "And I like you sweaty, I like the way it tastes." He ran his tongue along Harry's face, down to his throat again, sucking and licking. "I plan to get you a lot dirtier, so perhaps the shower should just wait until after."
Harry moaned as Remus pushed his pants down over his hips as well, letting the clothing bunch up around his thighs. Remus ran his hands through the coarse, curly hair between Harry's legs, before gliding his hand up and around his thick, beautiful cock. He pumped him slowly as he kissed his cheek, his eyes, the corner of his lips, until Harry turned his head slightly and Remus was able to take his mouth. The kiss was smooth and slow, their tongues twining leisurely as they explored one another thoroughly. Remus broke it reluctantly and released Harry's cock. Harry's soft whimpers did nothing for his self-control.
He pulled Harry's arms from around his neck and moved in front of him, taking in the sight of this young, hard, beautiful boy before him.
"You're stunning," he said, with a soft smile. Harry smiled back, blushing madly. Perfect.
Remus stepped in close, so close that he could feel the heat radiating off of Harry's body in waves. Harry tilted his head back and Remus brushed their lips together very, very softly, barely touching, before lowering himself to kneel at Harry's feet. He looked up into startled green eyes and smiled.
He rubbed his cheek against Harry's straining erection as he made fast work of his lover's shoes and jeans. Harry gasped and clenched his hand on Remus' shoulder tightly for balance as he shakily stepped out of his clothes.
"Good boy," Remus breathed against his sac. Harry smelled pungent and musky. Strong. Oh, Merlin, the smell went straight to his cock and he mouthed gently along the tightening skin of Harry's balls, allowing his tongue access to probe and lick. And fuck, he tasted as good as he smelled, young and virile and hot. He opened his mouth and sucked, pulling one of his testicles into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it.
Harry groaned and shifted, spreading his legs further apart. Remus pulled back panting and ran his hands up the insides of Harry's quaking thighs. He reached between his legs and fingered the damp crease. God he wanted to eat him. Right there.
"Lie down, Harry," Remus said gruffly, as he pulled away. He sat back on his heels and began unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes locked with Harry's.
Harry swallowed and opened his mouth, shutting it quickly under Remus' stern gaze. He nodded once and moved to the sofa, stretching himself out on his stomach across the soft cushions, and buried his face in his arms. Yes, he was nervous, Remus knew, but right now, he looked like a bloody feast laid out before him and he couldn't find it in himself to resist.
Remus shrugged his shirt off and tossed it aside roughly, reaching down to tear open his trousers one-handed as he leaned forward to run his fingers over the gorgeous swell of Harry's arse. Harry's body jerked and tensed under his touch and Remus frowned. That would not do. He ignored the protests of his knees and moved closer, shoving his trousers down over his prick as he went. Fuck, he was so bloody hard. He felt on the verge of exploding already. Careful not to let the edge of the sofa touch his engorged flesh, he bent forward and slowly ran his tongue up Harry's crack.
"Remus!" Harry's head shot up at that and he looked over his shoulder, his eyes betraying his confusion. Remus smiled and licked him again, this time pushing his tongue in between his cheeks, letting the wet muscle slide slickly along the already sweat-damp skin. Oh, God.
"Oh, God," Harry whimpered, voicing Remus' thoughts. Remus breathed deep, taking in his scent, wanting to drown in it.
"Fuck, Harry," he gasped, losing some of his iron control. He pressed forward, nosing his way in between Harry's arse cheeks, even as he gripped Harry's calves and pushed them farther apart. Harry's hole was tight and rigid, the soft flesh of his arse pressing down against Remus' face, and Remus kissed him there, deep and wet, plunging his tongue inside the tiny opening, pushing as deep as he could go.
Harry jerked away from and Remus followed, smothering his face in the warm, sweaty flesh. He opened his mouth wide, slurping and licking around and in, eating him voraciously. It was heaven. He tasted wonderful, sweet, and sticky, and dark. Remus had always wondered what innocence tasted like. And oh fuck it was perfect.
Deeper now, and the boy was so tight on his tongue. Remus groaned around his mouthful at the thought of sliding his cock inside that tight, searing, heaven. He tongue fucked him roughly, taking things much farther, much faster than he'd ever intended. It's his first time. I've got to slow down. The thoughts were there but Remus' body refused to listen. He'd waited so very long.
Harry was shaking violently beneath his tongue, sobbing into the cushions, and Remus knew he'd feel guilty later for not checking on him but it was too good to stop now. He nibbled on the wrinkled orifice and sealed his lips to suck deeply, pulling and tugging at the needy flesh. On the next inward thrust of his tongue he felt Harry convulse beneath him and his hole clenched spasmodically, pulling his tongue in deeper, as Harry writhed and screamed, coming violently across the sofa.
Remus pulled back gasping, and wiped his face, which was coated with sweat and saliva. He rubbed his other hand down Harry's back and arse, rubbing the pliant muscles. His cock pulsed and ached. He had to get inside him.
A murmured Accio had a bottle of lotion in his hand in a second. His hands shook as he opened the bottle, pouring copious amounts of the thick salve across his tortured erection. He could barley stand to touch himself in order to smooth the lotion across his flesh. He pushed Harry's relaxed thighs open more and hoisted himself up, his knees protesting horribly, to settle atop the beautiful creature spread out before him.
"All right, love?" he whispered softly against Harry's ear.
Harry turned his head slightly, his face a most alluring shade of red, and nodded. His eyes were glazed and heavily lidded and Remus squeezed his shoulder, feeling the muscles give easily to his touch. Perfect.
He situated his cock in between Harry's cheeks, nudging the head up against his loosened hole.
"Just lay still and relax," he muttered, running his fingertips up Harry's side. "Push out as I push in."
Harry nodded again and closed his eyes.
Tight, oh fuck he was so goddamned tight. Remus held his breath and pushed forward slowly, so slowly. It was heaven and hell rolled into one. Harry's hole gripped him like a vice, squeezing his agonized prick to the point of almost pain. Harry whimpered beneath him and he knew it hurt, it had to hurt, and he should stop and stretch him more, use more lubrication, but for the life of him he couldn't. His hips surged forward, inch by agonizing inch, engulfing his cock in the hottest, softest, most wonderful, oh God.
Harry moaned and it sounded somewhere between pain and pleasure.
"Shh, lie still, Harry. Nearly there, relax, you're doing so good, love."
Harry squeezed his eyes shut tight and breathed deeply. Remus kissed his cheek sweetly and pressed in further, destroying the last vestiges of his innocence. The idea nearly made him come instantly. God. A virgin. Remus was in awe. His Harry. His.
The constricted passage closed in around him as he bottomed out, his hipbones coming to rest on Harry's arse. He couldn't breath, it was so intense, so all-consuming. He wasn't sure he'd be able to last long enough for Harry to get anything out of it.
"Am I hurting you?" he asked quietly, rubbing his face against Harry's.
"Not much," Harry whispered. A yes if he'd ever heard one.
"It'll get better," he promised, praying that he could hold out long enough to fulfill it. He slid his hands up Harry's arms and twined their fingers together tenderly. Then, he moved.
It was a moment before he realized that the loud moans that he was hearing were coming from him. So fucking sweet. He rolled his hips gently, letting his fevered flesh slide wetly in and out of the trembling, young body below him. Harry was breathing harshly with each shallow thrust and his fingers clenched and released around Remus'. Remus' heart was pounding violently against his ribs and everything in his universe seemed to be focused on the length of flesh that connected the two of them. There was nothing else.
Harry began to move against him and he was making soft, little mewling noises every time Remus' cock touched him deep inside. They writhed together, a slow, pounding dance, sweat-slick skin sliding easily, fingers grasping, mouths open and panting. Forever they moved with Remus hovering on edge, about to fall, not knowing how in the hell he was holding back. Because he wanted it, he wanted to fill Harry up with his seed, wanted to feel that warm, receptive passage suck everything out of him. He wanted it now.
He pulled a hand free and slid it under Harry's belly, pleased to find his young cock hard again, leaking. He wrapped his fingers around the silky length and pulled once.
Harry screamed. If the harsh spasms of Harry's wet anus clenching around his prick hadn't done him in, the sound of his cries would have.
Remus shoved in hard and Harry cried out again. He held himself deep inside, humping shallowly, as his orgasm erupted from him. He felt liquid fire shoot out of him, coating Harry's insides, marking him.
Mine.
Nothing had ever been so perfect.
He slumped across the boy, dragging his lips across Harry's damp shoulder. "Are you okay?" he rasped.
Harry didn't respond for a moment. Remus felt a frission of dread run up his spine. Oh, God. He'd hurt him.
"Harry?" Remus lifted himself off a bit, pulling out gently, wincing at the low moan that Harry gave. "Oh, Harry, I'm…"
What? Sorry? No, he wasn't. He wasn't sorry because he had never been closer to another human being in all his years and he'd be damned if he'd change a thing. "Harry?"
Harry shifted beneath him and he lifted further, allowing the stirring youth to turn beneath him. His eyes were red and he had dried tearstains on his pink cheeks. Remus' chest ached at the sight, a clear, cutting, tangible ache that cut him in two. Fuck.
And then… Harry smiled shyly, his green eyes glittering in the flickering firelight and Remus felt his heart start to beat again.
"I think I'm better than okay," Harry whispered, pulling him down for a soft kiss. Remus nearly sobbed with relief. He wrapped his arms around Harry and held him to his chest as he kissed him long and slow.
They pulled apart carefully and stared at each other. "Are you okay?" Harry asked softly.
Remus grinned and nodded, his heart feeling as if it were about to pummel it's way out of his chest. Harry moved over and Remus lay down beside him. It was a damn tight fit, but Remus wasn't complaining. They held each other for a long time, kissing and caressing.
"You were right," Harry muttered against his lips.
Remus blinked at him. "About?"
Harry blushed again and averted his eyes. "It fit."
Remus chuckled and kissed him again. "It certainly did." He was surprised to find his cock stirring once more. He grinned down at Harry, his eyes dancing merrily. "Up for that shower now?"
The smile on Harry's lips was answer enough.