Fic: Lessons For Harry 6/11
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. Extra warning that this chapter may inspire murderous urges towards the end.
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 five here.
Chapter Six
‘We’ll show you how to make love to a man.’
Harry’s eyes opened wide behind the lenses of his glasses with Remus’ words. He stared disbelievingly at the werewolf then his eyes slid to Sirius for confirmation. Sirius smiled a little nervously, and nodded.
‘If that’s still alright with you, Harry.’
Fuck, yes!
Harry nodded quickly, his obvious eagerness making Remus and Sirius chuckle. Remus squeezed his hand then loosened his grip, but Harry tightened his fingers around the werewolf’s.
‘Remus, you didn’t want to do this,' Harry said in concern. 'Are you sure now?’
Remus shot a half-glance at Sirius and, once again, the two men seemed to communicate non-verbally. Sirius stood and, with a reassuring smile for a confused Harry, left the room. Remus watched him go then turned back to Harry.
‘I wasn’t sure; in fact, I was dead against it.' He saw Harry's mouth open and quickly continued. 'I was jealous, Harry. Sirius…’
Remus looked down at the timber table and sighed, a small, thoughtful smile playing on his lips as he weaved his and Harry‘s fingers together. Harry felt a shiver shake him from head to toe and he hardened at the sensation of those slightly roughened digits entwining with his own. He tried to listen to what Remus was saying, fighting the urge to just fall into the heat that was spreading throughout his body from the simple touch of skin on skin.
‘Sirius has always been sought after. Always,' Remus said quietly, but steadily. 'It made me feel quite insecure when we were younger, but I… well, I wasn’t completely unattractive myself back then and Sirius never gave me reason to doubt him. Now, though…’
He looked up at Harry and smiled deprecatingly. ‘I suppose I was a little worried that being with a very young, attractive man would remind Sirius of how old and damaged I am.’
Harry frowned - was the outwardly quietly confident Remus so insecure he didn't see how much Sirius adored him? ‘Sirius loves you, Remus…’
‘I know.’ Remus’ apologetic smile widened. ‘I know. And I realise I was being ridiculous worrying about him losing interest in me. We're bonded - not legally or magically, but emotionally, spiritually. I trust him with my life, with my heart, and I feel like a complete twat for doubting him.’
Remus sat back in his chair, his hand slipping from Harry’s grasp. He scrubbed his hands over his face then ran them through his grey-streaked hair, tousling the neatly brushed locks. He looked scruffily sexy when he looked back at Harry and the teenager swallowed hard at the sight, tongue sneaking out to wet his dry lips. He wanted to be running his hands through that hair and he had to clench his fist to stop himself from reaching out to do just that, but Remus' next words momentarily distracted him from the struggle he was having with his libido.
‘Harry, you don’t need to include me in this... thing,' he said, his face serious. 'I… I’m not going to pretend I won’t be a little jealous still at the thought of you and Sirius together, but Sirius… Sirius is a very attractive man and I don't want you to feel obligated...’
‘So are you,' Harry interrupted, his voice firm. 'Attractive, I mean.’
Remus smiled indulgently. ‘Thank you for saying so, Harry, but…’
‘No buts.’
With a surge of confidence, Harry stood up and moved around the table until he was standing next to the older man. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do, but he wanted to make sure Remus knew he wanted him. Hearing the other man speak so honestly about his feelings, hearing him doubt his own desirability, gave Harry the courage he needed to reveal his nocturnal fantasies.
‘Did Sirius tell you I’ve had dreams about being with the two of you?’he asked and Remus flushed a deep red, but nodded.
‘He did…er…mention that.’
Remus shifted uncomfortably in his seat and Harry tried not to smirk. Remus was easy to read and Harry guessed that Sirius may have done a little more with that information than simply ‘mention’ it casually. His cock hardened until it was fit to burst at the thought of Sirius and Remus using his dreams in their own sexual games and, as the blood rushed south, Harry's head spun. He swallowed hard again to try and lubricate his parched throat before speaking.
‘Not all of those dreams were about the two of you,' he confessed. 'Some were just about you…and me. Together.’
He heard Remus try to clear his throat, but a croaky grunt was all that came out. Harry could see Remus’ eyes darkening and his eyes dropped to the other man’s crotch, bolstered by the bulging evidence of arousal he saw. Harry had never thought he'd be able to be so forward, but Remus' uncertainty demanded a strong approach. Merlin might damn him to hell for trying to seduce his former teacher, but he wanted Remus, wanted him like nothing he'd ever wanted before, and Harry wasn't about to let the man's bloody morals or ethics or insecurities get in the way of him getting what he was now almost panting for.
‘Do you want me to tell you about the dreams, Remus?' he said softly, his voice low and hoarse. 'So you know just how attractive I think you are?’
‘Er…’
‘You top… I’m not sure if that’s what you usually do, but with me - in my dreams - you're fucking me...’
‘H…Harry…’
‘Or I’m on my knees blowing you,' Harry continued throatily. 'Once I was sucking you off while Sirius was doing me…’
‘Fucking hell, Harry!’
Remus pushed himself to his feet and shouldered past Harry, nearly knocking the younger man over. Once he was on the other side of the room, he turned back, hands again threading roughly through his hair. He looked at Harry with dark, almost haunted eyes and Harry could see the struggle within those blue orbs.
‘I… you just… I fed you bottles. I… rocked you to sleep. And you are so very much like James… It just…’
Harry frowned and stalked across the room, annoyance rising as Remus' pesky conscience threatened to get in the way.
‘I’m not my father, Remus,' he snapped. 'And I‘m not a child.’
‘I know, but…’
‘But, nothing! I’m not James. Would he do this?’
Harry forget himself in his frustration and grabbed Remus by the scruff of his neck and pulled his face down to his, crushing their lips together.
After an initial hesitation, Remus wrenched himself out of Harry’s grasp, his back hitting the wall behind him. He was flushed and breathing hard, staring at an equally as flustered Harry through lust-clouded eyes. Harry felt a thrill of satisfaction upon seeing Remus' reaction and, when he spoke, his voice was low and hoarse and filled with raw need.
‘Would a child work you up this much?’
‘I… I… fuck!’
Remus grabbed a fistful of Harry’s shirt and dragged him close, kissing him hard and fast. Under the onslaught of that firm, demanding mouth, Harry whimpered, his own lips parting instinctively. Remus took advantage and plunged his tongue into the other man’s mouth.
Harry clutched at Remus’ shirt, trying desperately to hold himself upright as a rush of sensation flooded him. Remus moaned into his mouth, the low sound sending tiny vibrations thrumming through Harry’s core, pooling to create a growing tension in his groin. When Remus’ tongue swept over his own, exploring every nuance, every crevice of his mouth, Harry finally pulled himself together enough to respond. His tongue stroked over Remus’ bottom lip a little tentatively. Remus grunted and sucked on the probing muscle, and, with a loud guttural groan, Harry lost control.
A hand flew up to tangle in Remus’ thick hair as he forced his mouth harder against the werewolf’s, tongue thrusting as he tried to taste every flavour at once. Harry felt himself lose his footing, Remus’ arms keeping him upright as he was spun around and pressed into the wall.
Remus pinned him with his lower body as his long-fingered hands slid under Harry’s t-shirt. He plucked at Harry’s nipples then twisted - the sudden sharp pain making the younger man cry out and Remus murmured an apology into his mouth. His thumb rubbed soothingly over the abused nub, making Harry quickly forget about the brief pain. He was so involved in kissing Remus, touching Remus, enjoying Remus’ fingers on his nipples, that he didn’t notice the other man sliding a leg between his thighs until Remus nudged his throbbing cock gently with his knee. A strangled sounding groan slipped from Harry’s lips, swallowed by Remus who now rubbed his thigh harder over the younger man’s erection.
Harry’s breath came in shallow pants, his lips inactive now but it didn’t matter because Remus was kissing him voraciously enough for them both. All Harry could do was hang onto the other man as his head spun from the swirl of feeling. He rutted frenetically against Remus’ thigh, the friction making him keen as he both desperately fought his climax and reached for it.
‘Come for him, Harry.’
Harry’s green eyes snapped open and through his crooked, fogged lenses, he saw Sirius watching them with a hungry expression on his face. Just then, Remus ground harder against him and murmured, ‘Let go, Harry,’ into his mouth and Harry did, mouth forming an ‘o’ as he soared, his climax sending him into orbit before he slowly began to plummet back down to earth.
The next few minutes were hazy - pleasure having loosened his limbs as well as his grasp on reality. He knew he was walking, could feel the stretching of his leg muscles as he climbed the stairs, but it wasn’t until he felt himself being manoeuvred onto a soft surface that he managed to regain some sense of himself and his surroundings. He looked around and realised he was in the room he used when he spent the night at Grimmauld Place - and that he was alone.
Not for long though, male voices were murmuring softly in the hall then Sirius appeared in the doorway. He smiled at Harry who felt a sudden flush of shame. He’d just snogged Sirius’ boyfriend, Sirius’ life partner, Sirius’ love. He’d humped his leg like a randy fucking dog and come in his pants like a twelve-year old. Harry frowned, blinking away hot tears of humiliation that he had been unprepared for.
‘S… Sirius… sorry…’
‘Shh, Harry. It’s alright,' said Sirius soothingly. 'That’s what was supposed to happen.’
‘I… Remus…’
‘I know.’ Sirius sat down next to him on the bed and reached out to stroke a hand tenderly through the messy hair. ‘Remus needed to see how much you want him and you needed to know that he was alright with doing this. That’s why I left you two alone. He was going to talk to you about what you wanted to do but…’
He smiled, hand slipping from Harry’s hair to cup his head, fingers tangling in the dark hair at the nape of the young man’s neck.
‘Remus and Lily used to talk about everything, debate every point, but you are like me and James. Action over words. I must admit, James and I used the very same tactic you just did quite often to get the both of them to shut up. I suspected you might do the same and I'm glad I was right otherwise Remus would still be in there talking this over.’
Harry must have still appeared worried because Sirius leaned closer, resting his forehead against the other man's. ‘I watched the both of you,' he said softly. 'You are lovely together.'
Harry felt his face heat up and Sirius smiled. 'I’m alright, Harry. Remus is alright, and we are both willing to keep going, if you want to; if you‘re alright.’
Harry bit his lip then nodded, his whole body trembling both from Sirius‘ proximity and the intensity of his earlier orgasm. His voice was rough when he spoke.
‘If you’re sure it’s okay…’
Sirius smiled then tilted his head, closing the gap between them and kissing Harry almost chastely. He drew back, his grey eyes searching Harry’s for any sign of unease. Harry smiled crookedly at Sirius then, wanting to make certain the other man knew he really wanted this, leaned in and pressed his lips against Sirius’.
For a long moment, Sirius allowed Harry to kiss him then he parted his lips and allowed the younger man’s hesitant tongue entry. Harry tried to press himself more firmly against the older man, but Sirius refused to allow it, keeping the kiss gentle, slow, then deepened it. His tongue sought Harry’s and he showed the young man how to use the sensitive muscle more effectively to taste, to stimulate - leaving Harry feeling weak and his cock hard once again in his still-sticky pants. Just when Harry’s lungs were screaming for oxygen, his head spinning from new sensations - Sirius pulled back, his slightly glazed eyes focused on the door behind them. A panting Harry turned to see Remus leaning against the door frame watching them, an inscrutable expression on his face.
‘Remus?’
Sirius’ voice was husky, like sandpaper over Harry’s senses. There was one moment - one awful moment - where Harry thought Remus would object, but then the other man stepped forward and closed the door quietly behind himself. He tapped the doorknob with his wand and they all three heard the lock click into place.
‘Don’t stop on my account,’ Remus said with a reassuring smile at Sirius. His eyes shifted to include Harry as he moved to stand next to the bed. ‘It seemed like you were getting off to a good start.’
Sirius smiled and shifted, crawling across the bed towards Remus. He raised himself to his knees, Remus smirking as Sirius drew him closer and kissed him. Harry watched unabashed, fascinated by their joined mouths, by their pink tongues that caressed and stroked, by the soft sounds emitted, and the hastened respiration. His own chest rose and fell faster as his arousal grew and his hand slipped unnoticed to his crotch, rubbing his thumb along the bulge of his renewed erection.
Remus shifted, his pale, long-fingered hand sliding down Sirius’ back to cup a buttock as the two men pressed together rhythmically. Harry let out a tormented moan, thumb teasing the head of his cock, the fabric of his pants damp where come from his earlier orgasm had leaked through.
Remus must have heard the low, needy sound because his blue eyes opened and he stared at Harry as he kissed Sirius. A shuddering gasp escaped Harry’s lungs and Remus pulled back, smiling at Harry with kiss swollen, saliva-slicked lips.
‘Okay there, Harry?’
The sound of his gravely voice made Harry think of a wild animal’s growl and his cock throbbed painfully, threatening to split the seam of his pants. He nodded jerkily and Sirius peered over his shoulder, grinning when he saw Harry’s flushed, sweaty face.
‘I think, Moony, that it might be time for Harry’s first lesson.’
TBC
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. Extra warning that this chapter may inspire murderous urges towards the end.
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 five here.
Chapter Six
‘We’ll show you how to make love to a man.’
Harry’s eyes opened wide behind the lenses of his glasses with Remus’ words. He stared disbelievingly at the werewolf then his eyes slid to Sirius for confirmation. Sirius smiled a little nervously, and nodded.
‘If that’s still alright with you, Harry.’
Fuck, yes!
Harry nodded quickly, his obvious eagerness making Remus and Sirius chuckle. Remus squeezed his hand then loosened his grip, but Harry tightened his fingers around the werewolf’s.
‘Remus, you didn’t want to do this,' Harry said in concern. 'Are you sure now?’
Remus shot a half-glance at Sirius and, once again, the two men seemed to communicate non-verbally. Sirius stood and, with a reassuring smile for a confused Harry, left the room. Remus watched him go then turned back to Harry.
‘I wasn’t sure; in fact, I was dead against it.' He saw Harry's mouth open and quickly continued. 'I was jealous, Harry. Sirius…’
Remus looked down at the timber table and sighed, a small, thoughtful smile playing on his lips as he weaved his and Harry‘s fingers together. Harry felt a shiver shake him from head to toe and he hardened at the sensation of those slightly roughened digits entwining with his own. He tried to listen to what Remus was saying, fighting the urge to just fall into the heat that was spreading throughout his body from the simple touch of skin on skin.
‘Sirius has always been sought after. Always,' Remus said quietly, but steadily. 'It made me feel quite insecure when we were younger, but I… well, I wasn’t completely unattractive myself back then and Sirius never gave me reason to doubt him. Now, though…’
He looked up at Harry and smiled deprecatingly. ‘I suppose I was a little worried that being with a very young, attractive man would remind Sirius of how old and damaged I am.’
Harry frowned - was the outwardly quietly confident Remus so insecure he didn't see how much Sirius adored him? ‘Sirius loves you, Remus…’
‘I know.’ Remus’ apologetic smile widened. ‘I know. And I realise I was being ridiculous worrying about him losing interest in me. We're bonded - not legally or magically, but emotionally, spiritually. I trust him with my life, with my heart, and I feel like a complete twat for doubting him.’
Remus sat back in his chair, his hand slipping from Harry’s grasp. He scrubbed his hands over his face then ran them through his grey-streaked hair, tousling the neatly brushed locks. He looked scruffily sexy when he looked back at Harry and the teenager swallowed hard at the sight, tongue sneaking out to wet his dry lips. He wanted to be running his hands through that hair and he had to clench his fist to stop himself from reaching out to do just that, but Remus' next words momentarily distracted him from the struggle he was having with his libido.
‘Harry, you don’t need to include me in this... thing,' he said, his face serious. 'I… I’m not going to pretend I won’t be a little jealous still at the thought of you and Sirius together, but Sirius… Sirius is a very attractive man and I don't want you to feel obligated...’
‘So are you,' Harry interrupted, his voice firm. 'Attractive, I mean.’
Remus smiled indulgently. ‘Thank you for saying so, Harry, but…’
‘No buts.’
With a surge of confidence, Harry stood up and moved around the table until he was standing next to the older man. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do, but he wanted to make sure Remus knew he wanted him. Hearing the other man speak so honestly about his feelings, hearing him doubt his own desirability, gave Harry the courage he needed to reveal his nocturnal fantasies.
‘Did Sirius tell you I’ve had dreams about being with the two of you?’he asked and Remus flushed a deep red, but nodded.
‘He did…er…mention that.’
Remus shifted uncomfortably in his seat and Harry tried not to smirk. Remus was easy to read and Harry guessed that Sirius may have done a little more with that information than simply ‘mention’ it casually. His cock hardened until it was fit to burst at the thought of Sirius and Remus using his dreams in their own sexual games and, as the blood rushed south, Harry's head spun. He swallowed hard again to try and lubricate his parched throat before speaking.
‘Not all of those dreams were about the two of you,' he confessed. 'Some were just about you…and me. Together.’
He heard Remus try to clear his throat, but a croaky grunt was all that came out. Harry could see Remus’ eyes darkening and his eyes dropped to the other man’s crotch, bolstered by the bulging evidence of arousal he saw. Harry had never thought he'd be able to be so forward, but Remus' uncertainty demanded a strong approach. Merlin might damn him to hell for trying to seduce his former teacher, but he wanted Remus, wanted him like nothing he'd ever wanted before, and Harry wasn't about to let the man's bloody morals or ethics or insecurities get in the way of him getting what he was now almost panting for.
‘Do you want me to tell you about the dreams, Remus?' he said softly, his voice low and hoarse. 'So you know just how attractive I think you are?’
‘Er…’
‘You top… I’m not sure if that’s what you usually do, but with me - in my dreams - you're fucking me...’
‘H…Harry…’
‘Or I’m on my knees blowing you,' Harry continued throatily. 'Once I was sucking you off while Sirius was doing me…’
‘Fucking hell, Harry!’
Remus pushed himself to his feet and shouldered past Harry, nearly knocking the younger man over. Once he was on the other side of the room, he turned back, hands again threading roughly through his hair. He looked at Harry with dark, almost haunted eyes and Harry could see the struggle within those blue orbs.
‘I… you just… I fed you bottles. I… rocked you to sleep. And you are so very much like James… It just…’
Harry frowned and stalked across the room, annoyance rising as Remus' pesky conscience threatened to get in the way.
‘I’m not my father, Remus,' he snapped. 'And I‘m not a child.’
‘I know, but…’
‘But, nothing! I’m not James. Would he do this?’
Harry forget himself in his frustration and grabbed Remus by the scruff of his neck and pulled his face down to his, crushing their lips together.
After an initial hesitation, Remus wrenched himself out of Harry’s grasp, his back hitting the wall behind him. He was flushed and breathing hard, staring at an equally as flustered Harry through lust-clouded eyes. Harry felt a thrill of satisfaction upon seeing Remus' reaction and, when he spoke, his voice was low and hoarse and filled with raw need.
‘Would a child work you up this much?’
‘I… I… fuck!’
Remus grabbed a fistful of Harry’s shirt and dragged him close, kissing him hard and fast. Under the onslaught of that firm, demanding mouth, Harry whimpered, his own lips parting instinctively. Remus took advantage and plunged his tongue into the other man’s mouth.
Harry clutched at Remus’ shirt, trying desperately to hold himself upright as a rush of sensation flooded him. Remus moaned into his mouth, the low sound sending tiny vibrations thrumming through Harry’s core, pooling to create a growing tension in his groin. When Remus’ tongue swept over his own, exploring every nuance, every crevice of his mouth, Harry finally pulled himself together enough to respond. His tongue stroked over Remus’ bottom lip a little tentatively. Remus grunted and sucked on the probing muscle, and, with a loud guttural groan, Harry lost control.
A hand flew up to tangle in Remus’ thick hair as he forced his mouth harder against the werewolf’s, tongue thrusting as he tried to taste every flavour at once. Harry felt himself lose his footing, Remus’ arms keeping him upright as he was spun around and pressed into the wall.
Remus pinned him with his lower body as his long-fingered hands slid under Harry’s t-shirt. He plucked at Harry’s nipples then twisted - the sudden sharp pain making the younger man cry out and Remus murmured an apology into his mouth. His thumb rubbed soothingly over the abused nub, making Harry quickly forget about the brief pain. He was so involved in kissing Remus, touching Remus, enjoying Remus’ fingers on his nipples, that he didn’t notice the other man sliding a leg between his thighs until Remus nudged his throbbing cock gently with his knee. A strangled sounding groan slipped from Harry’s lips, swallowed by Remus who now rubbed his thigh harder over the younger man’s erection.
Harry’s breath came in shallow pants, his lips inactive now but it didn’t matter because Remus was kissing him voraciously enough for them both. All Harry could do was hang onto the other man as his head spun from the swirl of feeling. He rutted frenetically against Remus’ thigh, the friction making him keen as he both desperately fought his climax and reached for it.
‘Come for him, Harry.’
Harry’s green eyes snapped open and through his crooked, fogged lenses, he saw Sirius watching them with a hungry expression on his face. Just then, Remus ground harder against him and murmured, ‘Let go, Harry,’ into his mouth and Harry did, mouth forming an ‘o’ as he soared, his climax sending him into orbit before he slowly began to plummet back down to earth.
The next few minutes were hazy - pleasure having loosened his limbs as well as his grasp on reality. He knew he was walking, could feel the stretching of his leg muscles as he climbed the stairs, but it wasn’t until he felt himself being manoeuvred onto a soft surface that he managed to regain some sense of himself and his surroundings. He looked around and realised he was in the room he used when he spent the night at Grimmauld Place - and that he was alone.
Not for long though, male voices were murmuring softly in the hall then Sirius appeared in the doorway. He smiled at Harry who felt a sudden flush of shame. He’d just snogged Sirius’ boyfriend, Sirius’ life partner, Sirius’ love. He’d humped his leg like a randy fucking dog and come in his pants like a twelve-year old. Harry frowned, blinking away hot tears of humiliation that he had been unprepared for.
‘S… Sirius… sorry…’
‘Shh, Harry. It’s alright,' said Sirius soothingly. 'That’s what was supposed to happen.’
‘I… Remus…’
‘I know.’ Sirius sat down next to him on the bed and reached out to stroke a hand tenderly through the messy hair. ‘Remus needed to see how much you want him and you needed to know that he was alright with doing this. That’s why I left you two alone. He was going to talk to you about what you wanted to do but…’
He smiled, hand slipping from Harry’s hair to cup his head, fingers tangling in the dark hair at the nape of the young man’s neck.
‘Remus and Lily used to talk about everything, debate every point, but you are like me and James. Action over words. I must admit, James and I used the very same tactic you just did quite often to get the both of them to shut up. I suspected you might do the same and I'm glad I was right otherwise Remus would still be in there talking this over.’
Harry must have still appeared worried because Sirius leaned closer, resting his forehead against the other man's. ‘I watched the both of you,' he said softly. 'You are lovely together.'
Harry felt his face heat up and Sirius smiled. 'I’m alright, Harry. Remus is alright, and we are both willing to keep going, if you want to; if you‘re alright.’
Harry bit his lip then nodded, his whole body trembling both from Sirius‘ proximity and the intensity of his earlier orgasm. His voice was rough when he spoke.
‘If you’re sure it’s okay…’
Sirius smiled then tilted his head, closing the gap between them and kissing Harry almost chastely. He drew back, his grey eyes searching Harry’s for any sign of unease. Harry smiled crookedly at Sirius then, wanting to make certain the other man knew he really wanted this, leaned in and pressed his lips against Sirius’.
For a long moment, Sirius allowed Harry to kiss him then he parted his lips and allowed the younger man’s hesitant tongue entry. Harry tried to press himself more firmly against the older man, but Sirius refused to allow it, keeping the kiss gentle, slow, then deepened it. His tongue sought Harry’s and he showed the young man how to use the sensitive muscle more effectively to taste, to stimulate - leaving Harry feeling weak and his cock hard once again in his still-sticky pants. Just when Harry’s lungs were screaming for oxygen, his head spinning from new sensations - Sirius pulled back, his slightly glazed eyes focused on the door behind them. A panting Harry turned to see Remus leaning against the door frame watching them, an inscrutable expression on his face.
‘Remus?’
Sirius’ voice was husky, like sandpaper over Harry’s senses. There was one moment - one awful moment - where Harry thought Remus would object, but then the other man stepped forward and closed the door quietly behind himself. He tapped the doorknob with his wand and they all three heard the lock click into place.
‘Don’t stop on my account,’ Remus said with a reassuring smile at Sirius. His eyes shifted to include Harry as he moved to stand next to the bed. ‘It seemed like you were getting off to a good start.’
Sirius smiled and shifted, crawling across the bed towards Remus. He raised himself to his knees, Remus smirking as Sirius drew him closer and kissed him. Harry watched unabashed, fascinated by their joined mouths, by their pink tongues that caressed and stroked, by the soft sounds emitted, and the hastened respiration. His own chest rose and fell faster as his arousal grew and his hand slipped unnoticed to his crotch, rubbing his thumb along the bulge of his renewed erection.
Remus shifted, his pale, long-fingered hand sliding down Sirius’ back to cup a buttock as the two men pressed together rhythmically. Harry let out a tormented moan, thumb teasing the head of his cock, the fabric of his pants damp where come from his earlier orgasm had leaked through.
Remus must have heard the low, needy sound because his blue eyes opened and he stared at Harry as he kissed Sirius. A shuddering gasp escaped Harry’s lungs and Remus pulled back, smiling at Harry with kiss swollen, saliva-slicked lips.
‘Okay there, Harry?’
The sound of his gravely voice made Harry think of a wild animal’s growl and his cock throbbed painfully, threatening to split the seam of his pants. He nodded jerkily and Sirius peered over his shoulder, grinning when he saw Harry’s flushed, sweaty face.
‘I think, Moony, that it might be time for Harry’s first lesson.’
TBC