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Title: Lunar Cycle
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1491
Pairings: Teddy/James II
Warnings: Explicit m/m oral and anal sex
Author's Note: ...I haven't written smut in 2 years. Oh god. Oh god.
Disclaimer: The characters and world belong to JK Rowling. All characters are of legal age for sexual situations.
He wasn't a werewolf, but the moon still affected him in ways he couldn't really explain. Nor could those academics who looked at him over their pretentious glasses and informed him “No Mr Lupin, the lunar cycle has no effect on your magical abilities.” Teddy had got so fed up with it that he had burst into their office, sans appointment, and simply pointed to his hair, which was not only cycling through every colour imaginable, but also altering in length and style, at times faster than the eye could see.
“No effect on my magical abilities my arse,” Teddy muttered darkly. At times during the full moon, he could pull off far more complex Charms than he ever managed at Hogwarts, while other times it meant he couldn't even summon. Without a doubt though, the effect on his mood, his temperament, was the worst. He saw red during the full moon, unable to keep himself together, resorting to violence far more quickly. He was short tempered at the best of times - he was told it was the Black family temper shining through - and during the full moon it was magnified by a factor of a thousand. His mood swings were, in the end, one of the reasons at the core of his and Victoire's break up; she was her mother's daughter, and while Bill, too, was affected by the same curse, it wasn't in the same manner. And a father-daughter relationship could weather far more than a romantic one.
It was the reason he had eventually started dating James, too. James had harboured a school boy crush on Teddy for years, and since his and Victoire's break up, had been implying that there should be more than a crush between them. Teddy had pushed him away and pushed him away - a seven year age gap was difficult in itself, not to mention in a gay relationship - but finally, on James' eighteenth birthday, he'd given in. It had been a full moon, and the one night a month he couldn't cope with James being a cock tease, flirting with him and touching him at every opportunity. It'd been that night that James had found exactly how interesting the full moon was, and had loved it.
Teddy had mixed feelings about the full moon. After he had broken up with Victoire, he'd taken to locking himself in the flat and giving Harry his wand for the day. It was easier that way, to not act on the urges which overtook his body in ways he couldn't explain. He'd done the same the month after he and James had first slept together, only to have James floo in and run his tongue over his lips in a way that would have made him hard even if it wasn't the full moon. He wasn't going to deny that the sex they had on the full moon was better than any other night of the month, and James lapped up every second of it, but he had the niggling feeling that it wasn't... right.
A feeling that vanished when James wandered down from the bathroom, having not even bothered to grab a towel, naked and already half-hard.
Teddy dropped the plate he was holding and it shattered with a crash. Instinctively, he reached for the pocket of his jeans to clean up the mess, but he'd still given it to Harry for the night. James just laughed, stepping towards him in the kitchen that suddenly seemed much smaller than it really was.
“What's wrong, Teddy?” he asked, drawing the syllables out in a way Teddy was sure was illegal in several countries.
Teddy made a sound in his throat that he may have intended to be a response, but didn't really come out right. James didn't really care, though, because Teddy had him pushed up against the kitchen table before he could move any further, biting at his shoulder where droplets of water clung to his tanned skin. He could feel Teddy's denim-covered legs pinning him in place - not that it would have mattered anyway - and his cock, already hard and hot, pressing against his naked hip. He groaned as Teddy's teeth sunk into his shoulder hard enough to leave a mark for all to see, but it was the way he ran his tongue over the sensitive skin in a way that reminded him it was still unmistakably Teddy underneath the lusty surface that made him buck his hips into Teddy's. A growl pushed itself from Teddy's throat as he licked his way down James' torso, removing every last drop of water with his tongue, until he fell to his knees before him. James didn't take his lidded eyes off Teddy, looking at him through his thick lashes, as Teddy took just the head of his cock into his mouth, sucking agonisingly slowly until James threw his head back and moaned.
“Teddyyyy,” he ended up whining his name, as a the chuckle that bubbled from Teddy's throat sent shivers through his entire body. He couldn't move, not with Teddy's fingers holding his hips in place with more force than his slim fingers seemed to contain, but god he wanted to. But even as he was wishing it, Teddy slid his lips down the length of his shaft, taking the entirety of his length into his mouth. He sucked, hard, and James thought in that moment he was going to cum. Reaching down, he grabbed Teddy by the shoulders roughly. Surprised, Teddy glanced up, his eyes bright and feral, but complied, standing to kiss James, teeth clicking and noses bumping but neither of them caring. James struggled with the zipper of Teddy's jeans as Teddy moaned and ground insistently against his hand, which just made the whole attempt more difficult. After what seemed like an eternity of Teddy panting into his shoulder, his nails dragging down James' back, he finally unbuttoned the damn things and pushed them to the ground, not surprised but pleased to find Teddy had gone without pants. Teddy stepped out of them, and in one movement, picked James up and pushed him back onto the table so he lay against the cold wood.
Lifting his head, James cocked an eyebrow. “Bit cliché, fucking me on the table, isn't it?”
Teddy looked genuinely confused behind the lust that clouded his eyes, but slid two fingers into James' mouth anyway. James sucked them, swirling his tongue around them and his throat ran dry when it wasn't his legs Teddy put them between, but his own. He craned his neck to watch Teddy's eyes slide shut, and run the length of his body as one, then two fingers slid inside himself. He could tell from the noises that were tumbling from Teddy's bruised lips that he wasn't going to take long to prepare himself - he was slightly surprised he had even bothered, to be honest. But the sound he made, which could have been a “James” but could have just been a soft, keening whine, had James thrusting into thin air, desperate for some sort of friction.
Teddy clambered onto the table, all long limbs and wild hair and eyes, and James reached out a hand to lay on his shoulder as he slowly started to lower himself onto James' cock. They both cried out when he pressed against the entrance, and James let out soft “Oh, oh, oh” sounds as his cock slid inside so slowly it was almost painful. When he was finally in as deep as he could go, he opened his eyes to look into Teddy's as he started to move.
His hands moved to Teddy's hips as the brunette started to ride him, his head thrown back and eyes staring into nothingness. James met him for every stroke, hard and fast and uneven but somehow hitting the spot inside him which made Teddy scream. His nails left scratches in James' chest as James fisted at the cotton of his shirt, whimpering as Teddy's movements became even more erratic, squeezing around his cock like a vice that made him come almost embarrassingly quickly. Teddy wasn't far behind, though, his untouched cock shooting come over James' chest in hot, short bursts. Teddy whimpered, his sweat slicked palms sliding off James' chest, his forehead coming to rest against the dark haired man's.
“Fuck me, you're a pushy bottom,” James panted, rubbing circles through Teddy's thin shirt.
Teddy mumbled something incoherent and raised his head, his hair slowly returning to it's natural brown. A sleepy smile covered his lips and he pressed an open mouth kiss against James' neck, licking his way to his ear.
“Would you have me any other way?”
James made a “Hmm” sound, taking hold of Teddy's chin to kiss him properly. “Teddy, I'll have you any damn way you wish.”
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1491
Pairings: Teddy/James II
Warnings: Explicit m/m oral and anal sex
Author's Note: ...I haven't written smut in 2 years. Oh god. Oh god.
Disclaimer: The characters and world belong to JK Rowling. All characters are of legal age for sexual situations.
He wasn't a werewolf, but the moon still affected him in ways he couldn't really explain. Nor could those academics who looked at him over their pretentious glasses and informed him “No Mr Lupin, the lunar cycle has no effect on your magical abilities.” Teddy had got so fed up with it that he had burst into their office, sans appointment, and simply pointed to his hair, which was not only cycling through every colour imaginable, but also altering in length and style, at times faster than the eye could see.
“No effect on my magical abilities my arse,” Teddy muttered darkly. At times during the full moon, he could pull off far more complex Charms than he ever managed at Hogwarts, while other times it meant he couldn't even summon. Without a doubt though, the effect on his mood, his temperament, was the worst. He saw red during the full moon, unable to keep himself together, resorting to violence far more quickly. He was short tempered at the best of times - he was told it was the Black family temper shining through - and during the full moon it was magnified by a factor of a thousand. His mood swings were, in the end, one of the reasons at the core of his and Victoire's break up; she was her mother's daughter, and while Bill, too, was affected by the same curse, it wasn't in the same manner. And a father-daughter relationship could weather far more than a romantic one.
It was the reason he had eventually started dating James, too. James had harboured a school boy crush on Teddy for years, and since his and Victoire's break up, had been implying that there should be more than a crush between them. Teddy had pushed him away and pushed him away - a seven year age gap was difficult in itself, not to mention in a gay relationship - but finally, on James' eighteenth birthday, he'd given in. It had been a full moon, and the one night a month he couldn't cope with James being a cock tease, flirting with him and touching him at every opportunity. It'd been that night that James had found exactly how interesting the full moon was, and had loved it.
Teddy had mixed feelings about the full moon. After he had broken up with Victoire, he'd taken to locking himself in the flat and giving Harry his wand for the day. It was easier that way, to not act on the urges which overtook his body in ways he couldn't explain. He'd done the same the month after he and James had first slept together, only to have James floo in and run his tongue over his lips in a way that would have made him hard even if it wasn't the full moon. He wasn't going to deny that the sex they had on the full moon was better than any other night of the month, and James lapped up every second of it, but he had the niggling feeling that it wasn't... right.
A feeling that vanished when James wandered down from the bathroom, having not even bothered to grab a towel, naked and already half-hard.
Teddy dropped the plate he was holding and it shattered with a crash. Instinctively, he reached for the pocket of his jeans to clean up the mess, but he'd still given it to Harry for the night. James just laughed, stepping towards him in the kitchen that suddenly seemed much smaller than it really was.
“What's wrong, Teddy?” he asked, drawing the syllables out in a way Teddy was sure was illegal in several countries.
Teddy made a sound in his throat that he may have intended to be a response, but didn't really come out right. James didn't really care, though, because Teddy had him pushed up against the kitchen table before he could move any further, biting at his shoulder where droplets of water clung to his tanned skin. He could feel Teddy's denim-covered legs pinning him in place - not that it would have mattered anyway - and his cock, already hard and hot, pressing against his naked hip. He groaned as Teddy's teeth sunk into his shoulder hard enough to leave a mark for all to see, but it was the way he ran his tongue over the sensitive skin in a way that reminded him it was still unmistakably Teddy underneath the lusty surface that made him buck his hips into Teddy's. A growl pushed itself from Teddy's throat as he licked his way down James' torso, removing every last drop of water with his tongue, until he fell to his knees before him. James didn't take his lidded eyes off Teddy, looking at him through his thick lashes, as Teddy took just the head of his cock into his mouth, sucking agonisingly slowly until James threw his head back and moaned.
“Teddyyyy,” he ended up whining his name, as a the chuckle that bubbled from Teddy's throat sent shivers through his entire body. He couldn't move, not with Teddy's fingers holding his hips in place with more force than his slim fingers seemed to contain, but god he wanted to. But even as he was wishing it, Teddy slid his lips down the length of his shaft, taking the entirety of his length into his mouth. He sucked, hard, and James thought in that moment he was going to cum. Reaching down, he grabbed Teddy by the shoulders roughly. Surprised, Teddy glanced up, his eyes bright and feral, but complied, standing to kiss James, teeth clicking and noses bumping but neither of them caring. James struggled with the zipper of Teddy's jeans as Teddy moaned and ground insistently against his hand, which just made the whole attempt more difficult. After what seemed like an eternity of Teddy panting into his shoulder, his nails dragging down James' back, he finally unbuttoned the damn things and pushed them to the ground, not surprised but pleased to find Teddy had gone without pants. Teddy stepped out of them, and in one movement, picked James up and pushed him back onto the table so he lay against the cold wood.
Lifting his head, James cocked an eyebrow. “Bit cliché, fucking me on the table, isn't it?”
Teddy looked genuinely confused behind the lust that clouded his eyes, but slid two fingers into James' mouth anyway. James sucked them, swirling his tongue around them and his throat ran dry when it wasn't his legs Teddy put them between, but his own. He craned his neck to watch Teddy's eyes slide shut, and run the length of his body as one, then two fingers slid inside himself. He could tell from the noises that were tumbling from Teddy's bruised lips that he wasn't going to take long to prepare himself - he was slightly surprised he had even bothered, to be honest. But the sound he made, which could have been a “James” but could have just been a soft, keening whine, had James thrusting into thin air, desperate for some sort of friction.
Teddy clambered onto the table, all long limbs and wild hair and eyes, and James reached out a hand to lay on his shoulder as he slowly started to lower himself onto James' cock. They both cried out when he pressed against the entrance, and James let out soft “Oh, oh, oh” sounds as his cock slid inside so slowly it was almost painful. When he was finally in as deep as he could go, he opened his eyes to look into Teddy's as he started to move.
His hands moved to Teddy's hips as the brunette started to ride him, his head thrown back and eyes staring into nothingness. James met him for every stroke, hard and fast and uneven but somehow hitting the spot inside him which made Teddy scream. His nails left scratches in James' chest as James fisted at the cotton of his shirt, whimpering as Teddy's movements became even more erratic, squeezing around his cock like a vice that made him come almost embarrassingly quickly. Teddy wasn't far behind, though, his untouched cock shooting come over James' chest in hot, short bursts. Teddy whimpered, his sweat slicked palms sliding off James' chest, his forehead coming to rest against the dark haired man's.
“Fuck me, you're a pushy bottom,” James panted, rubbing circles through Teddy's thin shirt.
Teddy mumbled something incoherent and raised his head, his hair slowly returning to it's natural brown. A sleepy smile covered his lips and he pressed an open mouth kiss against James' neck, licking his way to his ear.
“Would you have me any other way?”
James made a “Hmm” sound, taking hold of Teddy's chin to kiss him properly. “Teddy, I'll have you any damn way you wish.”