FIC: A Mistake in Labeling (Harry/Teddy, M)
Title: A Mistake In Labeling
Author: mervab
Established pairing(s): Harry/Ginny
Infidelity pairing(s): Harry/Teddy
Rating: M
Word Count: 3545
Warnings: quasi-incest, daddy kink, age difference
Summary: He honestly hadn't meant to give the gift to Teddy, but since he had, at least they'd gotten good use out of it.
Notes: So, I've never actually written this pairing before - but I've read it and oh my, is it ever so lovely, so I thought I would give it a try and this is what came out. Please don't read if this isn't your sort of thing, but if it is, enjoy! Hope it's to your fancy.
“Well, that was delicious,” said Harry, sitting back in his chair for a moment and surveying the twenty-year-old sitting across from him, his eyes at half-mast and a warm smile playing on his lips. “Time for presents, is it? I remember when that used to be the first thing on your mind, and now look at you… waiting till dinner is over and still not bringing it up first - well, Happy Christmas,” and he reached down to his chair next to him, picking up the box and sliding it across the table. “It’s not much, and I really wish I could give it to you on Christmas rather than this early, but…”
“Harry, stop,” said Teddy, and he reached across the table, catching Harry’s hand in his own and giving it a gentle squeeze. His hair was a plain brown today - he only ever wore this hair colour around Harry, as if he didn’t feel the need to pretend it was anything else with his godfather - and his eyes were a dark brown, the colour that made Harry’s insides melt. His smile was lifted up on one side, crooked and heartbreakingly sweet. “Whatever it is, I know I’ll love it.”
“Open it,” said Harry and Teddy withdrew his hand, eagerly looking down on the present and ripping it open just like he used to do when he was a boy. Harry had spent every Christmas with his godson up till this point but this year Andromeda was taking Teddy on a two week vacation to various countries and he’d been unable to get out of it. Or - rather, Harry had blatantly refused to let Teddy skip out on that just to spend it at home. He knew it was the right thing to do, that Teddy might never get another trip as extravagant as this before he entirely settled into the everyday dull life of adulthood, but part of him still possessively wanted Teddy home with him.
“It’s… pajamas?” asked Teddy in an amused voice, lifting up a matching top and bottom of blue pajamas covered with snitches. He lifted his eyes up to Harry, his own laughing.
“What do you mean it’s - well, shit,” swore Harry as soon as he realized what it was, and he closed his eyes, feeling impossibly foolish. He opened them again, looking sheepish. “Those are supposed to be for Al. I knew the weight didn’t feel right. Merlin, you must think your old godfather is completely barmy.”
Teddy’s voice shook with repressed laughter when he spoke. “Shame on you for giving a fourteen year old boy pajamas for Christmas anyway. What happened to getting him a new broomstick?”
“I’m getting him that too,” said Harry, shrugging one shoulder awkwardly. “I just thought… they were nice. They are nice,” he corrected defensively before he reluctantly grinned. “Ah well,” he sighed. “Guess I’ll just have to wrap it a second time.”
“What’s my actual present?” asked Teddy, smirking.
Harry made a disgruntled noise. “Don’t act like you don’t already have an idea as to what I got you. You know exactly what it is, sodding bugger. All right, give those here and I’ll just floo home real quick and pick up the right box this time -“
“No,” said Teddy abruptly, standing up and holding the pajamas to his chest. An odd light shone in his eyes. “No, I think I’ll keep these. You can just give me the other present after Christmas.”
“Oh, but, I thought you wanted -“ said Harry in a confused voice, getting up as well and staring at the younger man. He frowned. “I thought you wanted…” he said again and then furrowed his eyebrows together in bemusement. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
For Teddy was looking at him with a mischievous look in his eyes and his hair was turning a turquoise blue from the roots up, just like he used to wear it when he was younger. “Let’s go to my room,” he suggested, and Harry followed, still rather confused about Teddy’s intentions as they walked the familiar path through the halls to Teddy’s room. He turned just before they reached his door and held up a hand, still looking far too wicked to be up to any good. Of course, Harry reasoned, they rarely were when it was just the two of them, but usually Harry was in on the secret. “Stay here for a moment, okay? Come in when I call.”
“Okay,” agreed Harry easily, and he was left standing alone in the hallway as Teddy’s door swung shut and everything went silent. He glanced idly around, eyes landing on the pictures hung up on the nearby wall, and he smiled to himself as he moved forward, lifting a hand up to stroke the image of himself and Teddy at age six. It was a picture of just the two of them, something that rarely happened with a family as big as the Weasleys, and he watched as his picture self bent down next to the six year old boy and wrapped him in a tight hug. The picture-Teddy laughed and turned into Harry, burying his face in his chest.
Harry smiled nostalgically, watching the two interact and feeling a slight wistfulness.
He hadn’t expected to be good at raising children - hadn’t expected to have three of his own, if he were being perfect honestly. James had been a surprise, as had Albus. Lily had come mainly because Ginny wanted a big family, and while Harry loved them all dearly, he had to admit that Teddy, as the very first, had stolen the place of favourite.
As well as the place of lover, of secret, forbidden romance. It shouldn’t have happened - shouldn’t be happening still, not only because he was Harry’s godson but because Harry was married - Harry had three children and a family and a goddamn reputation to protect. All valid reasons for ending it, yet it had been over a year and a half now and it still continued, neither one of them able to pretend for long that things could go back to the way they were. There was no turning back from this now, not after all they’d done, all they’d shared with each other -
Which brought Harry’s attention back to the door and just what Teddy was doing behind it. He was about to call and see if Teddy wanted help when there was the quiet call of, “Harry,” and he swallowed tightly, stomach a hot knot as he pushed the door open and moved inside, unsure of what to expect.
What he certainly didn’t expect was Teddy wearing the pajamas, his hair now completely blue and his eyes wide and child-like in their innocence as he sat in the middle of the bed with his arms around his drawn-up knees.
“How did you get them to fit?” asked Harry before he could think, and just for a moment he saw Teddy’s eyes revert back to their usual wickedness before he cocked his head and eyed Harry confusedly.
“Fit?” he asked, voice sounding just a little bit higher than usual. “You bought them for me. Of course they fit. Daddy, can you tell me a bedtime story?”
Harry sucked in a hard breath, taking a step back as he eyed the situation with new understanding now. They had never discussed it, the fact that Harry was practically a father to Teddy, and he’d tried vainly to ignore the fact that it was part of the delicious appeal of their relationship. It wasn’t incest; it wasn’t.
But it was fucking close enough to have Harry’s cock instantly rock hard.
“Daddy?” Teddy asked again, and he blinked innocently at Harry, his pink lips curving up in a sweet smile. Then he frowned. “Daddy, I have a problem.”
“What’s - what’s your problem?” asked Harry in a hoarse voice and he forced himself to move forward, sitting down on the edge of the bed and feeling his shoulder brush against Teddy. Goddamn, he wanted to force Teddy facefirst in the bed and fuck him until they both came screaming - but he kept himself under control, reaching out instead to stroke a trembling hand over Teddy’s hair.
Teddy looked concerned. “You look flushed, Daddy, are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” said Harry shortly, because anything else would require thinking and with Teddy still looking at him like that, he didn’t think he could quite handle it. He cleared his throat, forcing himself to play the game Teddy so clearly was aiming for. “What’s your problem? Let Daddy help.”
He was rewarded with a pink flush on Teddy’s cheeks and a heady look in his eyes, as if he was having just as much trouble controlling himself as Harry. He squirmed slightly on the bed, making a face and glancing down at his lap.
Harry played dumb. “What? What is it? Does your tummy hurt?”
“Not my tummy,” said Teddy in a tight voice, eyes anxious. Damn, when had he become such a good actor? Except he wasn’t really acting about having a problem, really. So.
“Your head?” asked Harry, and he reached out, pressing the back of his hand against Teddy’s forehead. “Mmm,” he said thoughtfully, feeling himself growing more confident with Teddy’s eyes on him. “You do feel warm. Do you need a Pepper-Up Potion?”
Teddy made a frustrated whimpering noise that went straight to Harry’s cock. “I don’t think that’s it, Daddy. My thing - it’s all hard and stiff and won’t go away.”
“Oh,” said Harry, and for a moment his mind was completely blank, unable to process anything other than Teddy in those fucking pajamas talking about his cock with that fucking voice. Then he smiled. “That’s normal, Teddy, something that every little boy goes through. It will go away eventually,” and he stood up, turning to go.
There was a panicked yelp behind him and a hand grabbed hold of his, pulling him back - and when he turned, Teddy was on his knees on the bed, clutching at Harry. His cock pressed against the thin material of the pajama pants, jutting clearly out and making Harry’s mouth water, and his face was flushed. “I can’t sleep, Daddy,” he whispered. “And I don’t know how to make it go away. Please help me.”
“Well…” said Harry slowly. He pretended to think about it for a moment, loving how Teddy shifted uncomfortably, and then met his gaze again. “Just this one time, but you have to promise not to tell anyone, okay? Some people don’t understand little boy’s problems and they might get fussy. You understand?”
Teddy nodded solemnly and sat back on his heels, observing Harry with wide eyes. “What do I do first?” he asked.
Harry surveyed him, eyes lingering on the erect member just underneath the thin cloth, and then made up his mind. “Daddy’s going to get up on the bed behind you,” he told the boy, “and show you what to do the next time this happens.”
“Do you get them too?” asked Teddy as Harry moved, kicking off his shoes and then crawling behind Teddy until he was right behind him. He kept Teddy resting on his knees, moving flush up behind him so that his cock fit just in the crevice of his arse.
“All the time,” said Harry, knowing his breath was washing against the back of Teddy’s neck and watching in delight as the boy shivered.
“Why do you get them?”
Harry slid his hands around Teddy, pressing against the flat planes of his stomach, and then grabbed his shirt in bunches and pulled, moaning slightly as Teddy pressed back against him and lifted his arms up. The shirt fell down to the floor and Harry ran his hands over Teddy’s skin, tauntingly bringing each nipple into hardness. “I think about dirty things,” he said in a low voice. “What made you get this?”
“I don’t think it was dirty,” said Teddy, voice sounding strained as Harry slowly moved his hands down to teasingly brush against the waistline of Teddy’s pants. “I was just thinking about you and Ginny…”
“In what way?” Harry felt his heart speed up slightly as he slowly, carefully dragged down the pajama trousers until Teddy’s cock was bare - and Merlin, it was beautiful, red all the way, achingly hard - pre-come smeared along the top in a tantalizing fashion. He wrapped a hot hand around the base and heard Teddy’s breath catch.
“In - in… well, I was just trying to imagine how you had children, and a boy at school said you had to stick your thing in the girl’s thing…”
“That’s true, but girls and boys aren’t the only ones that can have sex with each other,” commented Harry lightly and he stroked up and down slowly, tightening his hand at the base with each stroke and sliding the pre-come down the side. More leaked out the tip, and Harry felt Teddy’s cock throb underneath his firm touch, growing even stiffer than before. “Boys and boys can have sex, as well as girls and girls.”
“That’s - that’s good,” said Teddy, a soft whine escaping his lips. He rocked his hips lightly, up into Harry’s hand and then down onto Harry’s cock and Merlin, the friction was unbearable. “Because I don’t think I like girls very much, Daddy. Not enough to stick my thing in them; I wouldn’t want that. They’re so loud and - and annoying, oh, Harry, please.”
“Please what?” asked Harry and, unable to help himself, he pressed a hot open-mouthed kiss on the side of Teddy’s neck, his hand still infuriating slow as he teased Teddy.
“Please move faster,” whimpered Teddy. “Please, Daddy, it hurts.”
“Oh, Merlin,” said Harry, and he closed his eyes, speeding his hand up as Teddy’s whimpers and pants grew louder and louder, pressing his bum purposely into Harry and grinding backwards, his little whimpers of, “Please, Daddy,” driving Harry utterly mad until, with a cry, his entire body stiffened and he came, Harry’s hand still moving back and forth with perfect pace until he felt Teddy’s cock begin to soften.
“That felt nice,” came Teddy’s slow voice after a moment, his head resting back on Harry’s shoulder and his arse still pressed against Harry’s tortured cock. He seemed to realize this after a moment, turning his head towards Harry and peeking an eye open. “Daddy, you still have the problem.”
“That’s fine,” said Harry, because this was a game after all, and he was still the daddy - and he was a good daddy, wasn’t he? “You’re sleepy, Teddy, just go to sleep and Daddy will deal with his own problem.”
“No,” said Teddy anxiously, sitting up, and turning around to face Harry. “I want to help. Please? Please let me help you, Daddy? I want to be good.”
Harry’s cock liked the sound of that. “Do you really want to help me?” he asked solemnly, eyes glittering.
“Yes,” said Teddy eager, and damn it if his cock wasn’t already showing signs of life again. Fucking teenagers. “Tell me what to do. I’ll do anything for you, Daddy.”
Harry moved to get off the bed, loving Teddy’s panicked little gasp, and then turned around once he was standing, gesturing for Teddy to come with him. The boy eagerly followed. “Get on the floor,” said Harry, suppressing a groan as Teddy immediately dropped to his knees. “This is something that people who love each other do for one another, okay? I can do it for you, the next time you have a problem, and you’ll see how nice it feels. Would you like that?”
“Yes,” Teddy said, eyes worshipful. “Very much. And I love you, so it’s okay that we do this, right?”
“Of course,” Harry assured him, and it was so fucking wrong, sodding hell, but the way Teddy’s eyes shone up at him with that trust made him even harder than before.
“Do other little boys do this with their daddies?”
The question made Harry pause and he reached a hand out, trailing a hand down Teddy’s cheek. “Other boys don’t have the sort of relationship we do, Teddy. We have a different love. You’re not going to tell anyone, are you? They might get jealous.”
“I won’t tell anyone,” Teddy promised him again. “I just want this between me and you, Daddy.”
“That’s my good boy. You make my cock so hard - does that make you feel special?”
“Yes,” whispered Teddy. “Please let me help.”
Slowly, Harry unzipped his pants, stomach tightening in anticipation as Teddy’s eyes followed his every movement; when Harry took out his cock, Teddy let out a long moan, his mouth falling open immediately, revealing a pink tongue and eager hole. The dark-haired man sucked in a sharp breath, steadied himself, and then moved forward, pressing his cock against Teddy’s lips and then crying out as Teddy instantly took him all the way in, relaxing his mouth and hollowing out his lips as he bobbed his head.
So Teddy wasn’t pretending to be innocent in this field then. Which was good because the idea of Harry trying to keep up the façade at this point was just asking far too much. He slipped his fingers in Teddy’s hair, groaning as Teddy moved his head up and down, his tongue expertly pressing against the slit at one moment and then his throat relaxing the next as he greedily took in all of Harry’s cock.
“So fucking good,” said Harry, closing his eyes, and he groaned again as he dug his fingers into Teddy’s hair, holding him there with his mouth around Harry’s cock and oh, Merlin, the heat, the wet suction, and he felt Teddy squirm just a bit - held him there a second longer, unable to relinquish it - and then felt Teddy pull his head all the way off, sucking in air loudly and gasping for air.
“Are you okay?” asked Harry immediately, struggling to pull himself above the haze. “Teddy -“
But Teddy merely looked up at him with those same trusting eyes. “Did that make you feel good, Daddy? Did you like it?”
“Yes, yes, you’re my good little boy,” Harry said, and he would have said anything at that point to get Teddy’s mouth back on him - and he sighed in relief as this seemed to do the trick and Teddy put his mouth back around Harry, wrapping those plump pink lips around the head and then sitting there, blinking his big eyes up at Harry. It took a moment for Harry to realize what that meant and then he groaned again at the open invitation, slowly rocking his hips forward and feeling his stomach tighten as he shallowly fucked Teddy’s mouth.
“Doing so good,” he whispered, tentatively putting his hand back on Teddy’s head. “Pleasing Daddy so much, yes, you’re my good little boy. You want to make your Daddy happy, don’t you?”
Teddy made a happy little hum around Harry’s cock, the resulting vibration making Harry’s head reel. And then Harry lost it once more and he took Teddy’s head in his hands, holding his head still as he roughly fucked his mouth, the noises coming out of his mouth sounding rough and strangled. “Merlin, look at you, you want it so badly, want my cock, you beautiful boy, daddy’s boy, Merlin,” and then he felt hands on his hips and Teddy gripped him hard, his nose brushing against Harry’s abdomen as he swallowed around Harry’s cock. Harry pressed his hips firmly into Teddy’s face, head thrown back, and could feel Teddy gagging slightly. “Breathe through your nose,” he choked out, because the idea of Teddy pulling away was torture - and with a cry, Harry came loudly, come spurting out his cock in long streams and into the waiting mouth, his hands still buried deep in Teddy’s hair - and he could feel Teddy swallowing, again and again until there was nothing else. There was a moment as Teddy kept softly sucking, almost as if it were a bottle and he were craving milk - and then Harry slipped out, tired and worn.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, one hand sliding against Teddy’s cheek. “Merlin, I fucking love you.”
“I love you too,” said Teddy, standing lithely up and licking his lips with a look that made Harry feel weak all over again. He reached out, gripping Harry’s shirt, and slowly drew him in, tilting his head and kissing him deeply.
Fuck, Harry could taste his own come on the tongue sliding sensuously in his mouth.
“I’m too old for you,” he said with a sigh as Teddy released him, and they looked at each other for a moment, godfather and godson. Lovers.
“Nonsense,” said Teddy solemnly, and then his lips quirked up in a sly smile. “Don’t you want to teach me more about how two boys have sex, Daddy?”
Harry groaned. “I’ve created a monster. This is what I get for not labeling my gifts correctly.”
Teddy grinned, and his eyes sparkled with love and lust and such a deep, honest affection that Harry felt warm all over. “Just wait until you see what I got you. You’re going to love it.”
And Harry knew he would.
Author: mervab
Established pairing(s): Harry/Ginny
Infidelity pairing(s): Harry/Teddy
Rating: M
Word Count: 3545
Warnings: quasi-incest, daddy kink, age difference
Summary: He honestly hadn't meant to give the gift to Teddy, but since he had, at least they'd gotten good use out of it.
Notes: So, I've never actually written this pairing before - but I've read it and oh my, is it ever so lovely, so I thought I would give it a try and this is what came out. Please don't read if this isn't your sort of thing, but if it is, enjoy! Hope it's to your fancy.
“Well, that was delicious,” said Harry, sitting back in his chair for a moment and surveying the twenty-year-old sitting across from him, his eyes at half-mast and a warm smile playing on his lips. “Time for presents, is it? I remember when that used to be the first thing on your mind, and now look at you… waiting till dinner is over and still not bringing it up first - well, Happy Christmas,” and he reached down to his chair next to him, picking up the box and sliding it across the table. “It’s not much, and I really wish I could give it to you on Christmas rather than this early, but…”
“Harry, stop,” said Teddy, and he reached across the table, catching Harry’s hand in his own and giving it a gentle squeeze. His hair was a plain brown today - he only ever wore this hair colour around Harry, as if he didn’t feel the need to pretend it was anything else with his godfather - and his eyes were a dark brown, the colour that made Harry’s insides melt. His smile was lifted up on one side, crooked and heartbreakingly sweet. “Whatever it is, I know I’ll love it.”
“Open it,” said Harry and Teddy withdrew his hand, eagerly looking down on the present and ripping it open just like he used to do when he was a boy. Harry had spent every Christmas with his godson up till this point but this year Andromeda was taking Teddy on a two week vacation to various countries and he’d been unable to get out of it. Or - rather, Harry had blatantly refused to let Teddy skip out on that just to spend it at home. He knew it was the right thing to do, that Teddy might never get another trip as extravagant as this before he entirely settled into the everyday dull life of adulthood, but part of him still possessively wanted Teddy home with him.
“It’s… pajamas?” asked Teddy in an amused voice, lifting up a matching top and bottom of blue pajamas covered with snitches. He lifted his eyes up to Harry, his own laughing.
“What do you mean it’s - well, shit,” swore Harry as soon as he realized what it was, and he closed his eyes, feeling impossibly foolish. He opened them again, looking sheepish. “Those are supposed to be for Al. I knew the weight didn’t feel right. Merlin, you must think your old godfather is completely barmy.”
Teddy’s voice shook with repressed laughter when he spoke. “Shame on you for giving a fourteen year old boy pajamas for Christmas anyway. What happened to getting him a new broomstick?”
“I’m getting him that too,” said Harry, shrugging one shoulder awkwardly. “I just thought… they were nice. They are nice,” he corrected defensively before he reluctantly grinned. “Ah well,” he sighed. “Guess I’ll just have to wrap it a second time.”
“What’s my actual present?” asked Teddy, smirking.
Harry made a disgruntled noise. “Don’t act like you don’t already have an idea as to what I got you. You know exactly what it is, sodding bugger. All right, give those here and I’ll just floo home real quick and pick up the right box this time -“
“No,” said Teddy abruptly, standing up and holding the pajamas to his chest. An odd light shone in his eyes. “No, I think I’ll keep these. You can just give me the other present after Christmas.”
“Oh, but, I thought you wanted -“ said Harry in a confused voice, getting up as well and staring at the younger man. He frowned. “I thought you wanted…” he said again and then furrowed his eyebrows together in bemusement. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
For Teddy was looking at him with a mischievous look in his eyes and his hair was turning a turquoise blue from the roots up, just like he used to wear it when he was younger. “Let’s go to my room,” he suggested, and Harry followed, still rather confused about Teddy’s intentions as they walked the familiar path through the halls to Teddy’s room. He turned just before they reached his door and held up a hand, still looking far too wicked to be up to any good. Of course, Harry reasoned, they rarely were when it was just the two of them, but usually Harry was in on the secret. “Stay here for a moment, okay? Come in when I call.”
“Okay,” agreed Harry easily, and he was left standing alone in the hallway as Teddy’s door swung shut and everything went silent. He glanced idly around, eyes landing on the pictures hung up on the nearby wall, and he smiled to himself as he moved forward, lifting a hand up to stroke the image of himself and Teddy at age six. It was a picture of just the two of them, something that rarely happened with a family as big as the Weasleys, and he watched as his picture self bent down next to the six year old boy and wrapped him in a tight hug. The picture-Teddy laughed and turned into Harry, burying his face in his chest.
Harry smiled nostalgically, watching the two interact and feeling a slight wistfulness.
He hadn’t expected to be good at raising children - hadn’t expected to have three of his own, if he were being perfect honestly. James had been a surprise, as had Albus. Lily had come mainly because Ginny wanted a big family, and while Harry loved them all dearly, he had to admit that Teddy, as the very first, had stolen the place of favourite.
As well as the place of lover, of secret, forbidden romance. It shouldn’t have happened - shouldn’t be happening still, not only because he was Harry’s godson but because Harry was married - Harry had three children and a family and a goddamn reputation to protect. All valid reasons for ending it, yet it had been over a year and a half now and it still continued, neither one of them able to pretend for long that things could go back to the way they were. There was no turning back from this now, not after all they’d done, all they’d shared with each other -
Which brought Harry’s attention back to the door and just what Teddy was doing behind it. He was about to call and see if Teddy wanted help when there was the quiet call of, “Harry,” and he swallowed tightly, stomach a hot knot as he pushed the door open and moved inside, unsure of what to expect.
What he certainly didn’t expect was Teddy wearing the pajamas, his hair now completely blue and his eyes wide and child-like in their innocence as he sat in the middle of the bed with his arms around his drawn-up knees.
“How did you get them to fit?” asked Harry before he could think, and just for a moment he saw Teddy’s eyes revert back to their usual wickedness before he cocked his head and eyed Harry confusedly.
“Fit?” he asked, voice sounding just a little bit higher than usual. “You bought them for me. Of course they fit. Daddy, can you tell me a bedtime story?”
Harry sucked in a hard breath, taking a step back as he eyed the situation with new understanding now. They had never discussed it, the fact that Harry was practically a father to Teddy, and he’d tried vainly to ignore the fact that it was part of the delicious appeal of their relationship. It wasn’t incest; it wasn’t.
But it was fucking close enough to have Harry’s cock instantly rock hard.
“Daddy?” Teddy asked again, and he blinked innocently at Harry, his pink lips curving up in a sweet smile. Then he frowned. “Daddy, I have a problem.”
“What’s - what’s your problem?” asked Harry in a hoarse voice and he forced himself to move forward, sitting down on the edge of the bed and feeling his shoulder brush against Teddy. Goddamn, he wanted to force Teddy facefirst in the bed and fuck him until they both came screaming - but he kept himself under control, reaching out instead to stroke a trembling hand over Teddy’s hair.
Teddy looked concerned. “You look flushed, Daddy, are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” said Harry shortly, because anything else would require thinking and with Teddy still looking at him like that, he didn’t think he could quite handle it. He cleared his throat, forcing himself to play the game Teddy so clearly was aiming for. “What’s your problem? Let Daddy help.”
He was rewarded with a pink flush on Teddy’s cheeks and a heady look in his eyes, as if he was having just as much trouble controlling himself as Harry. He squirmed slightly on the bed, making a face and glancing down at his lap.
Harry played dumb. “What? What is it? Does your tummy hurt?”
“Not my tummy,” said Teddy in a tight voice, eyes anxious. Damn, when had he become such a good actor? Except he wasn’t really acting about having a problem, really. So.
“Your head?” asked Harry, and he reached out, pressing the back of his hand against Teddy’s forehead. “Mmm,” he said thoughtfully, feeling himself growing more confident with Teddy’s eyes on him. “You do feel warm. Do you need a Pepper-Up Potion?”
Teddy made a frustrated whimpering noise that went straight to Harry’s cock. “I don’t think that’s it, Daddy. My thing - it’s all hard and stiff and won’t go away.”
“Oh,” said Harry, and for a moment his mind was completely blank, unable to process anything other than Teddy in those fucking pajamas talking about his cock with that fucking voice. Then he smiled. “That’s normal, Teddy, something that every little boy goes through. It will go away eventually,” and he stood up, turning to go.
There was a panicked yelp behind him and a hand grabbed hold of his, pulling him back - and when he turned, Teddy was on his knees on the bed, clutching at Harry. His cock pressed against the thin material of the pajama pants, jutting clearly out and making Harry’s mouth water, and his face was flushed. “I can’t sleep, Daddy,” he whispered. “And I don’t know how to make it go away. Please help me.”
“Well…” said Harry slowly. He pretended to think about it for a moment, loving how Teddy shifted uncomfortably, and then met his gaze again. “Just this one time, but you have to promise not to tell anyone, okay? Some people don’t understand little boy’s problems and they might get fussy. You understand?”
Teddy nodded solemnly and sat back on his heels, observing Harry with wide eyes. “What do I do first?” he asked.
Harry surveyed him, eyes lingering on the erect member just underneath the thin cloth, and then made up his mind. “Daddy’s going to get up on the bed behind you,” he told the boy, “and show you what to do the next time this happens.”
“Do you get them too?” asked Teddy as Harry moved, kicking off his shoes and then crawling behind Teddy until he was right behind him. He kept Teddy resting on his knees, moving flush up behind him so that his cock fit just in the crevice of his arse.
“All the time,” said Harry, knowing his breath was washing against the back of Teddy’s neck and watching in delight as the boy shivered.
“Why do you get them?”
Harry slid his hands around Teddy, pressing against the flat planes of his stomach, and then grabbed his shirt in bunches and pulled, moaning slightly as Teddy pressed back against him and lifted his arms up. The shirt fell down to the floor and Harry ran his hands over Teddy’s skin, tauntingly bringing each nipple into hardness. “I think about dirty things,” he said in a low voice. “What made you get this?”
“I don’t think it was dirty,” said Teddy, voice sounding strained as Harry slowly moved his hands down to teasingly brush against the waistline of Teddy’s pants. “I was just thinking about you and Ginny…”
“In what way?” Harry felt his heart speed up slightly as he slowly, carefully dragged down the pajama trousers until Teddy’s cock was bare - and Merlin, it was beautiful, red all the way, achingly hard - pre-come smeared along the top in a tantalizing fashion. He wrapped a hot hand around the base and heard Teddy’s breath catch.
“In - in… well, I was just trying to imagine how you had children, and a boy at school said you had to stick your thing in the girl’s thing…”
“That’s true, but girls and boys aren’t the only ones that can have sex with each other,” commented Harry lightly and he stroked up and down slowly, tightening his hand at the base with each stroke and sliding the pre-come down the side. More leaked out the tip, and Harry felt Teddy’s cock throb underneath his firm touch, growing even stiffer than before. “Boys and boys can have sex, as well as girls and girls.”
“That’s - that’s good,” said Teddy, a soft whine escaping his lips. He rocked his hips lightly, up into Harry’s hand and then down onto Harry’s cock and Merlin, the friction was unbearable. “Because I don’t think I like girls very much, Daddy. Not enough to stick my thing in them; I wouldn’t want that. They’re so loud and - and annoying, oh, Harry, please.”
“Please what?” asked Harry and, unable to help himself, he pressed a hot open-mouthed kiss on the side of Teddy’s neck, his hand still infuriating slow as he teased Teddy.
“Please move faster,” whimpered Teddy. “Please, Daddy, it hurts.”
“Oh, Merlin,” said Harry, and he closed his eyes, speeding his hand up as Teddy’s whimpers and pants grew louder and louder, pressing his bum purposely into Harry and grinding backwards, his little whimpers of, “Please, Daddy,” driving Harry utterly mad until, with a cry, his entire body stiffened and he came, Harry’s hand still moving back and forth with perfect pace until he felt Teddy’s cock begin to soften.
“That felt nice,” came Teddy’s slow voice after a moment, his head resting back on Harry’s shoulder and his arse still pressed against Harry’s tortured cock. He seemed to realize this after a moment, turning his head towards Harry and peeking an eye open. “Daddy, you still have the problem.”
“That’s fine,” said Harry, because this was a game after all, and he was still the daddy - and he was a good daddy, wasn’t he? “You’re sleepy, Teddy, just go to sleep and Daddy will deal with his own problem.”
“No,” said Teddy anxiously, sitting up, and turning around to face Harry. “I want to help. Please? Please let me help you, Daddy? I want to be good.”
Harry’s cock liked the sound of that. “Do you really want to help me?” he asked solemnly, eyes glittering.
“Yes,” said Teddy eager, and damn it if his cock wasn’t already showing signs of life again. Fucking teenagers. “Tell me what to do. I’ll do anything for you, Daddy.”
Harry moved to get off the bed, loving Teddy’s panicked little gasp, and then turned around once he was standing, gesturing for Teddy to come with him. The boy eagerly followed. “Get on the floor,” said Harry, suppressing a groan as Teddy immediately dropped to his knees. “This is something that people who love each other do for one another, okay? I can do it for you, the next time you have a problem, and you’ll see how nice it feels. Would you like that?”
“Yes,” Teddy said, eyes worshipful. “Very much. And I love you, so it’s okay that we do this, right?”
“Of course,” Harry assured him, and it was so fucking wrong, sodding hell, but the way Teddy’s eyes shone up at him with that trust made him even harder than before.
“Do other little boys do this with their daddies?”
The question made Harry pause and he reached a hand out, trailing a hand down Teddy’s cheek. “Other boys don’t have the sort of relationship we do, Teddy. We have a different love. You’re not going to tell anyone, are you? They might get jealous.”
“I won’t tell anyone,” Teddy promised him again. “I just want this between me and you, Daddy.”
“That’s my good boy. You make my cock so hard - does that make you feel special?”
“Yes,” whispered Teddy. “Please let me help.”
Slowly, Harry unzipped his pants, stomach tightening in anticipation as Teddy’s eyes followed his every movement; when Harry took out his cock, Teddy let out a long moan, his mouth falling open immediately, revealing a pink tongue and eager hole. The dark-haired man sucked in a sharp breath, steadied himself, and then moved forward, pressing his cock against Teddy’s lips and then crying out as Teddy instantly took him all the way in, relaxing his mouth and hollowing out his lips as he bobbed his head.
So Teddy wasn’t pretending to be innocent in this field then. Which was good because the idea of Harry trying to keep up the façade at this point was just asking far too much. He slipped his fingers in Teddy’s hair, groaning as Teddy moved his head up and down, his tongue expertly pressing against the slit at one moment and then his throat relaxing the next as he greedily took in all of Harry’s cock.
“So fucking good,” said Harry, closing his eyes, and he groaned again as he dug his fingers into Teddy’s hair, holding him there with his mouth around Harry’s cock and oh, Merlin, the heat, the wet suction, and he felt Teddy squirm just a bit - held him there a second longer, unable to relinquish it - and then felt Teddy pull his head all the way off, sucking in air loudly and gasping for air.
“Are you okay?” asked Harry immediately, struggling to pull himself above the haze. “Teddy -“
But Teddy merely looked up at him with those same trusting eyes. “Did that make you feel good, Daddy? Did you like it?”
“Yes, yes, you’re my good little boy,” Harry said, and he would have said anything at that point to get Teddy’s mouth back on him - and he sighed in relief as this seemed to do the trick and Teddy put his mouth back around Harry, wrapping those plump pink lips around the head and then sitting there, blinking his big eyes up at Harry. It took a moment for Harry to realize what that meant and then he groaned again at the open invitation, slowly rocking his hips forward and feeling his stomach tighten as he shallowly fucked Teddy’s mouth.
“Doing so good,” he whispered, tentatively putting his hand back on Teddy’s head. “Pleasing Daddy so much, yes, you’re my good little boy. You want to make your Daddy happy, don’t you?”
Teddy made a happy little hum around Harry’s cock, the resulting vibration making Harry’s head reel. And then Harry lost it once more and he took Teddy’s head in his hands, holding his head still as he roughly fucked his mouth, the noises coming out of his mouth sounding rough and strangled. “Merlin, look at you, you want it so badly, want my cock, you beautiful boy, daddy’s boy, Merlin,” and then he felt hands on his hips and Teddy gripped him hard, his nose brushing against Harry’s abdomen as he swallowed around Harry’s cock. Harry pressed his hips firmly into Teddy’s face, head thrown back, and could feel Teddy gagging slightly. “Breathe through your nose,” he choked out, because the idea of Teddy pulling away was torture - and with a cry, Harry came loudly, come spurting out his cock in long streams and into the waiting mouth, his hands still buried deep in Teddy’s hair - and he could feel Teddy swallowing, again and again until there was nothing else. There was a moment as Teddy kept softly sucking, almost as if it were a bottle and he were craving milk - and then Harry slipped out, tired and worn.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, one hand sliding against Teddy’s cheek. “Merlin, I fucking love you.”
“I love you too,” said Teddy, standing lithely up and licking his lips with a look that made Harry feel weak all over again. He reached out, gripping Harry’s shirt, and slowly drew him in, tilting his head and kissing him deeply.
Fuck, Harry could taste his own come on the tongue sliding sensuously in his mouth.
“I’m too old for you,” he said with a sigh as Teddy released him, and they looked at each other for a moment, godfather and godson. Lovers.
“Nonsense,” said Teddy solemnly, and then his lips quirked up in a sly smile. “Don’t you want to teach me more about how two boys have sex, Daddy?”
Harry groaned. “I’ve created a monster. This is what I get for not labeling my gifts correctly.”
Teddy grinned, and his eyes sparkled with love and lust and such a deep, honest affection that Harry felt warm all over. “Just wait until you see what I got you. You’re going to love it.”
And Harry knew he would.