Fic: Lessons For Harry 5/11
Title: Lessons for Harry
Author: remuslives23
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Harry needs some assistance and who better to provide it than Remus and Sirius. Of course, he has to convince them that they want to help him.
Warnings: Threesome slash fic which means three boys doing hot, hot things to each other including hand jobs, oral sex, anal sex, rimming... Cross-Gen, but all characters are over the age of consent. Sorry about the copious amount of italic in this chapter.
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe and all who reside in it belong to JK Rowling and affiliates. No money is being made from this work of fan fiction and no offence is intended. The characters depicted in this fiction are over the age of consent for sexual situations.
Chapter four here.
Chapter Five
‘Mmm, don’t stop.’
‘Sirius…’
‘Right there… Fuck, Moony! That feels good.’
‘Sirius…’
‘Remus…’
‘You’re about to put your arse in the mashed potato…’
‘Shit!’
Sirius leapt away from the table and Remus‘ exploring lips and hands, checking that none of the creamy potato mix had gotten on his expensive tailored pants. Remus sniggered and turned away, taking advantage of Sirius’ distraction to finish putting the food on the table.
‘You did a nice job with this chicken, Pads,' he commented.
‘Hmm?' Sirius said distractedly. 'Oh, thanks. Bit of sage, bit of rosemary… bugger all to it.’
Remus put the platter on the table then yawned and stretched until he heard his joints pop. ‘I think I’m still in holiday mode,' he said with a smile.
Sirius grinned and seized Remus about the waist as the other man lowered his arms, backing him towards the counter in a determined effort to try and pick up where they‘d left off.
‘We should do that more often,' he said, sliding a hand up the back of Remus' shirt. 'Just you, me and miles of deserted beach perfect for ravishing each other.’
Remus chuckled, winding his arms around his lover and holding him close. ‘It was wonderful,' he agreed with a wistful smile. 'That forest was a nice place to transform… and we managed to shag nearly all the way along that beach.’
Sirius laughed into the werewolf’s neck then kissed the thin skin above his pulse point, feeling Remus’ blood rushing through his veins, hot and throbbing under his lips.‘Mmm, sand does chafe one’s arse after a while, though - inside and out.’
With a snort of amusement (as it hadn’t been his arse getting rubbed raw), Remus leaned back heavily against the counter, holding Sirius to him, cradled between his thighs. They were quiet for a minute, just holding each other as they took a moment out from preparing for their lunch with Harry. Sirius' mouth moved slowly over Remus skin, ensuring he tasted every inch of Remus' throat, nipping and sucking then soothing the resulting red marks with a swipe of his soft tongue.
A soft, breathy moan slipped from between Remus' lips and he closed his eyes as he gave himself over to the Animagus' insistent mouth. His hands fell to Sirius' hips, angling them so their hard cocks rubbed against each other through the fabric of their trousers. Sirius grunted and thrust, making Remus groan. Sirius' hands snuck around Remus' body to fit along the curve of the other man's buttocks. He squeezed gently, pulling Remus tighter against him.
The ticking of the clock was loud in the silent room, an accompaniment to the approving moans and contented noises both men were emitting, and a reminder that they didn't have time to indulge in what their rolling hips were demanding from them.
Remus pulled away from that talented mouth with a sigh of regret. 'Harry will be here any minute.'
Sirius groaned in frustration, leaning forward to try and capture Remus' lips once more. The other man evaded him and Sirius made a growling noise. Remus smiled, pecking him chastely on the nose before pulling back to peer at the other man's face.
‘You sure about this, Sirius?’ he asked, all traces of amusement gone from his face.
Sirius felt the tension in Remus’ body and he rubbed his hands over the other man’s back soothingly. ‘I am,' he said quietly then he frowned. 'Remus, I have to know you’re okay with our decision. I won’t do it unless you are.’
‘I know.’ Remus cupped Sirius’ head between his hands and kissed him softly. ‘I said I'll do it and I meant it.'
Sirius cocked his head, searching Remus' face. 'And you know that I would never do anything to make you uncomfortable? You know that I love you and nothing - nothing - will ever change that?'
Blue eyes crinkled as Remus smiled and nodded. 'I know. I was being an idiot...'
'No, you weren't, but there's no one else for me, Moony. Never has been, never will be. You're stuck with me...okay?'
Remus nodded again and Sirius smiled as he drew the other man into a slower, deeper kiss, leaning heavily into him as they got lost in each other again.
It was after a day of solid talking after Harry's departure a week ago that Sirius decided that he and Remus needed to get away from everything. They were both emotionally exhausted - Harry’s request had made them think and talk about their relationship in a way they hadn’t for a long time. Remus had put forward several reasons they shouldn‘t acquiesce, Sirius managing to counter them. It was Remus last objection, though, that made it clear the couple needed some time away together.
‘I’m just… he’s so young, Sirius. He’s inexperienced and we already have a relationship with him…’
‘Moony, they are the reasons he’s coming to us…’
‘Padfoot, they are the reasons we should say no.’ Remus sighed, shaking his head. ’Do you remember the first person you ever slept with?’
Sirius looked surprised at the abrupt change in subject then nodded, a reminiscent smile on his face. ’Sharon Ramsey. She was Seventh Year, I was Fifth. She kissed me and told me I was cute then dragged me into the closet and put her hand down my pants. Gods, that was a good night. I thought I was in love with her… oh.’
Sirius finally got it. ‘You think Harry will get too attached.’
‘Your first time is something you never forget and even you got a bit attached to Sharon. I…I just don’t want to see him hurt. I don’t want to see your relationship with him ruined by this…’
‘ I know,' Sirius mused, a frown on his face. 'I guess I thought Harry might be mature enough to handle it.’
‘He might be. I suppose I might not be giving him enough credit.’ Remus worried his bottom lip. ‘Perhaps I’m still a little jealous. What you and I have together is something we’ve never had with anyone else. I suppose I’m worried our relationship won’t be as special anymore if we invite someone else into it.’
Remus looked so unsure that Sirius knew he had to make Remus understand he was the most important person in his world and suggested the trip away. It had taken four days of being thoroughly shagged all the way along the deserted beach for Remus to mention Harry’s suggestion again.
‘Do you really think Harry would understand that this wouldn’t be a permanent arrangement? That we would help him learn what he needs to know, that it was just one night, and that’s it?’
Sirius propped himself up on his elbow, staring down at his lover as he lay on the sand. ‘I think he’s attracted to us because we can teach him. I think once he’s… satisfied these fantasies of his, yes. I think he’ll know he has to find someone his own age to settle down with. I think he wants that too. He’s just… he’s Harry Potter, Remus. Things have always been harder for the poor bloody kid.’
‘You… want to do it?’
Sirius tried to word his response in a way that wouldn’t hurt Remus. ‘You’re asking me if I find him attractive? Yes. Yes, I do. Would I hate fucking him? No, I wouldn’t. Does the idea of all of us together excite me? Yes, quite a bit actually. It doesn’t mean I don’t love you or that I want something else, love.’
Remus nodded his understanding and Sirius relaxed until the werewolf spoke again.
‘Would you like to see me fucking him?’
Sirius bit his lip - an image of Remus bending Harry over the kitchen table suddenly besieged him, hardening him instantly. Remus was laying so close to Sirius that he could feel his lover’s groin swelling and he smiled slyly, working the discovered advantage.
‘You want to see him sucking my dick, Sirius?’
Remus pushed Sirius over onto his back and slid his body over the raven-haired man as he continued to tease him.
‘You want to see me pushing into that virgin arse?’
The corner of Sirius’ mouth twitched and he hissed when his and Remus’ hard cocks dragged over each other. He opened his mouth, voice hoarse and shaky when he spoke.
‘Are you trying to tell me you’ll do it?’
‘You answer my questions first.’
Remus rolled his hips and Sirius, ever obedient when Remus spoke in that authoritative tone, gasped out, ‘Yes. Yes, I want to see all that.’
‘Then I’ll do it.’
‘Fuck!’
Sirius grabbed Remus’ head and crashed their mouths together.
Back in their present, kissing was quickly advancing to heavy petting and Sirius was just pulling down the zipper of Remus' pants when they heard the sound of the locks on the front door grinding. With irritated grunts, they pulled apart quickly, Sirius glancing at Remus as he re-zipped his fly, noticing his lover was a little pale.
Can’t blame him. It’s not every day you agree to shag your best friend’s son.
‘Sirius?’
‘In here, Harry.’
SIrius gripped Remus’ hand, lifting it and pressing his lips to the werewolf’s palm in an effort to reassure the other man. Remus smiled and nodded, understanding what his partner was trying to do and appreciating it. Their erections were fading fast now as nerves made their stomachs clench and muscles tighten, but they plastered smiles on their faces as Harry poked his head around the door a little cautiously.
‘Hi… um…’
‘Come in, Harry.’
Sirius approached him, determined to keep this as normal as possible. When Harry stepped into the room, Sirius smiled and hugged the younger man quickly. Harry was tense, but seemed to relax into the embrace a little before they pulled back, both conscious of Remus watching them. Harry glanced over at the other man, surprised when Remus smiled and lifted a casual hand in greeting.
‘Hello, Harry. Drink?’
Harry nodded and when Remus turned to the counter, the bespectacled man looked back at Sirius, who smiled and put his hand on his shoulder.
‘Sit, Harry. I made chicken - it’s fantastic, if I do say so myself. Remus did the dessert… he does marvellous things with sponge and custard.’
Remus snorted over by the sink then flicked his wand, sending three wine glasses flying towards the table. ‘Yeah, it takes real talent to make a trifle. Mead, Harry? Or something softer?’
‘Er, mead’s fine. Thank you.’
They maintained their polite casualness for the entire meal - all three ignoring the white elephant lingering in the room. Harry listened to Sirius talk about their short holiday and watched the men’s interactions with fascination. It wasn‘t that they weren‘t affectionate before their holiday but now, they touched almost constantly - a hand on a knee, fingers stroking over each other, a kiss brushed across a cheek… The time away appeared to have cemented their relationship even further, yet the open and unashamed displays of affection made Harry inexplicably uneasy.
The first bottle of mead disappeared and Remus opened another, pouring three glasses of the sweet elixir. Harry noticed Sirius’ fingers lingering over Remus’ when the brunette was handed a glass of mead, as well as the small, contented smile that played on Remus’ lips as he passed another goblet to Harry. Suddenly, the realisation of exactly what he’d asked of the men and what it might cost them in terms of their relationship, hit Harry very strongly and he stumbled over his words as he tried to apologise.
‘I… don't... you...’ He couldn’t finish his thought, shaking his head incoherently.
Remus and Sirius stared quizzically at him, the latter speaking first. ‘What’s wrong, Harry?’
The tousle-haired brunette found his voice, words tumbling from his mouth.‘Forget what I asked you to do. I didn’t think… I… I don’t want to cause trouble between the two of you…’
He stopped, seeing the look that passed between the couple, then swore. ‘Shit, I already have, haven’t I? I'm sorry. I didn’t think… I didn’t mean to…’
‘We know you didn’t, Harry.’
It was Remus who reached out and clasped Harry’s trembling hand reassuringly in his own. ‘Thinking about your suggestion did bring some old insecurities of mine back to life,' he admitted. 'I should thank you, though; I needed to exorcise those demons.’
He looked over at Sirius, who put his hand on Remus’ shoulder and nodded. Remus turned back to Harry, cobalt-blue eyes meeting brilliant green. ‘I’m not going to tell you we were in agreement at first about how to respond to your proposal, but we are now.‘
He inhaled deeply then smiled. ‘If you still want us to…teach you what men like, then we’ll do it. Sirius and I...together; we’ll show you how to make love to a man.’
TBC...
*snickers*
Author: remuslives23
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Harry needs some assistance and who better to provide it than Remus and Sirius. Of course, he has to convince them that they want to help him.
Warnings: Threesome slash fic which means three boys doing hot, hot things to each other including hand jobs, oral sex, anal sex, rimming... Cross-Gen, but all characters are over the age of consent. Sorry about the copious amount of italic in this chapter.
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe and all who reside in it belong to JK Rowling and affiliates. No money is being made from this work of fan fiction and no offence is intended. The characters depicted in this fiction are over the age of consent for sexual situations.
Chapter four here.
Chapter Five
‘Mmm, don’t stop.’
‘Sirius…’
‘Right there… Fuck, Moony! That feels good.’
‘Sirius…’
‘Remus…’
‘You’re about to put your arse in the mashed potato…’
‘Shit!’
Sirius leapt away from the table and Remus‘ exploring lips and hands, checking that none of the creamy potato mix had gotten on his expensive tailored pants. Remus sniggered and turned away, taking advantage of Sirius’ distraction to finish putting the food on the table.
‘You did a nice job with this chicken, Pads,' he commented.
‘Hmm?' Sirius said distractedly. 'Oh, thanks. Bit of sage, bit of rosemary… bugger all to it.’
Remus put the platter on the table then yawned and stretched until he heard his joints pop. ‘I think I’m still in holiday mode,' he said with a smile.
Sirius grinned and seized Remus about the waist as the other man lowered his arms, backing him towards the counter in a determined effort to try and pick up where they‘d left off.
‘We should do that more often,' he said, sliding a hand up the back of Remus' shirt. 'Just you, me and miles of deserted beach perfect for ravishing each other.’
Remus chuckled, winding his arms around his lover and holding him close. ‘It was wonderful,' he agreed with a wistful smile. 'That forest was a nice place to transform… and we managed to shag nearly all the way along that beach.’
Sirius laughed into the werewolf’s neck then kissed the thin skin above his pulse point, feeling Remus’ blood rushing through his veins, hot and throbbing under his lips.‘Mmm, sand does chafe one’s arse after a while, though - inside and out.’
With a snort of amusement (as it hadn’t been his arse getting rubbed raw), Remus leaned back heavily against the counter, holding Sirius to him, cradled between his thighs. They were quiet for a minute, just holding each other as they took a moment out from preparing for their lunch with Harry. Sirius' mouth moved slowly over Remus skin, ensuring he tasted every inch of Remus' throat, nipping and sucking then soothing the resulting red marks with a swipe of his soft tongue.
A soft, breathy moan slipped from between Remus' lips and he closed his eyes as he gave himself over to the Animagus' insistent mouth. His hands fell to Sirius' hips, angling them so their hard cocks rubbed against each other through the fabric of their trousers. Sirius grunted and thrust, making Remus groan. Sirius' hands snuck around Remus' body to fit along the curve of the other man's buttocks. He squeezed gently, pulling Remus tighter against him.
The ticking of the clock was loud in the silent room, an accompaniment to the approving moans and contented noises both men were emitting, and a reminder that they didn't have time to indulge in what their rolling hips were demanding from them.
Remus pulled away from that talented mouth with a sigh of regret. 'Harry will be here any minute.'
Sirius groaned in frustration, leaning forward to try and capture Remus' lips once more. The other man evaded him and Sirius made a growling noise. Remus smiled, pecking him chastely on the nose before pulling back to peer at the other man's face.
‘You sure about this, Sirius?’ he asked, all traces of amusement gone from his face.
Sirius felt the tension in Remus’ body and he rubbed his hands over the other man’s back soothingly. ‘I am,' he said quietly then he frowned. 'Remus, I have to know you’re okay with our decision. I won’t do it unless you are.’
‘I know.’ Remus cupped Sirius’ head between his hands and kissed him softly. ‘I said I'll do it and I meant it.'
Sirius cocked his head, searching Remus' face. 'And you know that I would never do anything to make you uncomfortable? You know that I love you and nothing - nothing - will ever change that?'
Blue eyes crinkled as Remus smiled and nodded. 'I know. I was being an idiot...'
'No, you weren't, but there's no one else for me, Moony. Never has been, never will be. You're stuck with me...okay?'
Remus nodded again and Sirius smiled as he drew the other man into a slower, deeper kiss, leaning heavily into him as they got lost in each other again.
It was after a day of solid talking after Harry's departure a week ago that Sirius decided that he and Remus needed to get away from everything. They were both emotionally exhausted - Harry’s request had made them think and talk about their relationship in a way they hadn’t for a long time. Remus had put forward several reasons they shouldn‘t acquiesce, Sirius managing to counter them. It was Remus last objection, though, that made it clear the couple needed some time away together.
‘I’m just… he’s so young, Sirius. He’s inexperienced and we already have a relationship with him…’
‘Moony, they are the reasons he’s coming to us…’
‘Padfoot, they are the reasons we should say no.’ Remus sighed, shaking his head. ’Do you remember the first person you ever slept with?’
Sirius looked surprised at the abrupt change in subject then nodded, a reminiscent smile on his face. ’Sharon Ramsey. She was Seventh Year, I was Fifth. She kissed me and told me I was cute then dragged me into the closet and put her hand down my pants. Gods, that was a good night. I thought I was in love with her… oh.’
Sirius finally got it. ‘You think Harry will get too attached.’
‘Your first time is something you never forget and even you got a bit attached to Sharon. I…I just don’t want to see him hurt. I don’t want to see your relationship with him ruined by this…’
‘ I know,' Sirius mused, a frown on his face. 'I guess I thought Harry might be mature enough to handle it.’
‘He might be. I suppose I might not be giving him enough credit.’ Remus worried his bottom lip. ‘Perhaps I’m still a little jealous. What you and I have together is something we’ve never had with anyone else. I suppose I’m worried our relationship won’t be as special anymore if we invite someone else into it.’
Remus looked so unsure that Sirius knew he had to make Remus understand he was the most important person in his world and suggested the trip away. It had taken four days of being thoroughly shagged all the way along the deserted beach for Remus to mention Harry’s suggestion again.
‘Do you really think Harry would understand that this wouldn’t be a permanent arrangement? That we would help him learn what he needs to know, that it was just one night, and that’s it?’
Sirius propped himself up on his elbow, staring down at his lover as he lay on the sand. ‘I think he’s attracted to us because we can teach him. I think once he’s… satisfied these fantasies of his, yes. I think he’ll know he has to find someone his own age to settle down with. I think he wants that too. He’s just… he’s Harry Potter, Remus. Things have always been harder for the poor bloody kid.’
‘You… want to do it?’
Sirius tried to word his response in a way that wouldn’t hurt Remus. ‘You’re asking me if I find him attractive? Yes. Yes, I do. Would I hate fucking him? No, I wouldn’t. Does the idea of all of us together excite me? Yes, quite a bit actually. It doesn’t mean I don’t love you or that I want something else, love.’
Remus nodded his understanding and Sirius relaxed until the werewolf spoke again.
‘Would you like to see me fucking him?’
Sirius bit his lip - an image of Remus bending Harry over the kitchen table suddenly besieged him, hardening him instantly. Remus was laying so close to Sirius that he could feel his lover’s groin swelling and he smiled slyly, working the discovered advantage.
‘You want to see him sucking my dick, Sirius?’
Remus pushed Sirius over onto his back and slid his body over the raven-haired man as he continued to tease him.
‘You want to see me pushing into that virgin arse?’
The corner of Sirius’ mouth twitched and he hissed when his and Remus’ hard cocks dragged over each other. He opened his mouth, voice hoarse and shaky when he spoke.
‘Are you trying to tell me you’ll do it?’
‘You answer my questions first.’
Remus rolled his hips and Sirius, ever obedient when Remus spoke in that authoritative tone, gasped out, ‘Yes. Yes, I want to see all that.’
‘Then I’ll do it.’
‘Fuck!’
Sirius grabbed Remus’ head and crashed their mouths together.
Back in their present, kissing was quickly advancing to heavy petting and Sirius was just pulling down the zipper of Remus' pants when they heard the sound of the locks on the front door grinding. With irritated grunts, they pulled apart quickly, Sirius glancing at Remus as he re-zipped his fly, noticing his lover was a little pale.
Can’t blame him. It’s not every day you agree to shag your best friend’s son.
‘Sirius?’
‘In here, Harry.’
SIrius gripped Remus’ hand, lifting it and pressing his lips to the werewolf’s palm in an effort to reassure the other man. Remus smiled and nodded, understanding what his partner was trying to do and appreciating it. Their erections were fading fast now as nerves made their stomachs clench and muscles tighten, but they plastered smiles on their faces as Harry poked his head around the door a little cautiously.
‘Hi… um…’
‘Come in, Harry.’
Sirius approached him, determined to keep this as normal as possible. When Harry stepped into the room, Sirius smiled and hugged the younger man quickly. Harry was tense, but seemed to relax into the embrace a little before they pulled back, both conscious of Remus watching them. Harry glanced over at the other man, surprised when Remus smiled and lifted a casual hand in greeting.
‘Hello, Harry. Drink?’
Harry nodded and when Remus turned to the counter, the bespectacled man looked back at Sirius, who smiled and put his hand on his shoulder.
‘Sit, Harry. I made chicken - it’s fantastic, if I do say so myself. Remus did the dessert… he does marvellous things with sponge and custard.’
Remus snorted over by the sink then flicked his wand, sending three wine glasses flying towards the table. ‘Yeah, it takes real talent to make a trifle. Mead, Harry? Or something softer?’
‘Er, mead’s fine. Thank you.’
They maintained their polite casualness for the entire meal - all three ignoring the white elephant lingering in the room. Harry listened to Sirius talk about their short holiday and watched the men’s interactions with fascination. It wasn‘t that they weren‘t affectionate before their holiday but now, they touched almost constantly - a hand on a knee, fingers stroking over each other, a kiss brushed across a cheek… The time away appeared to have cemented their relationship even further, yet the open and unashamed displays of affection made Harry inexplicably uneasy.
The first bottle of mead disappeared and Remus opened another, pouring three glasses of the sweet elixir. Harry noticed Sirius’ fingers lingering over Remus’ when the brunette was handed a glass of mead, as well as the small, contented smile that played on Remus’ lips as he passed another goblet to Harry. Suddenly, the realisation of exactly what he’d asked of the men and what it might cost them in terms of their relationship, hit Harry very strongly and he stumbled over his words as he tried to apologise.
‘I… don't... you...’ He couldn’t finish his thought, shaking his head incoherently.
Remus and Sirius stared quizzically at him, the latter speaking first. ‘What’s wrong, Harry?’
The tousle-haired brunette found his voice, words tumbling from his mouth.‘Forget what I asked you to do. I didn’t think… I… I don’t want to cause trouble between the two of you…’
He stopped, seeing the look that passed between the couple, then swore. ‘Shit, I already have, haven’t I? I'm sorry. I didn’t think… I didn’t mean to…’
‘We know you didn’t, Harry.’
It was Remus who reached out and clasped Harry’s trembling hand reassuringly in his own. ‘Thinking about your suggestion did bring some old insecurities of mine back to life,' he admitted. 'I should thank you, though; I needed to exorcise those demons.’
He looked over at Sirius, who put his hand on Remus’ shoulder and nodded. Remus turned back to Harry, cobalt-blue eyes meeting brilliant green. ‘I’m not going to tell you we were in agreement at first about how to respond to your proposal, but we are now.‘
He inhaled deeply then smiled. ‘If you still want us to…teach you what men like, then we’ll do it. Sirius and I...together; we’ll show you how to make love to a man.’
TBC...
*snickers*