Fic: Sought and Found
Title: Sought and Found
Rating: R? NC17?
Pairing: Harry/Cedric
Warnings: PWP, so... sex! But relatively tame sex.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and friends did not come from my head.
Summary: Harry always knows where to find Cedric.
Author’s Note: Merlin help me, I've written porn! I was actually writing something completely different, and this just came out instead. Haha. It's my first smut ever; hopefully it's decent. And feedback is appreciated of course!
Sought and Found
“You’re such a git,” Harry announced from the doorway of the classroom, empty for all except Cedric.
“What the hell are you doing here? How did you even know where I was?”
Harry smirked at this brave attempt at disdain, and Cedric’s resolve melted. He stalked across the room to wrap Harry in his arms. Harry pressed against Cedric’s chest, then pushed him away and spelled the door shut behind them. He returned to Cedric’s arms and his mouth, which he kissed deeply, aggressive and sloppy and electrifying as always. Every one of Cedric’s nerves responded to the touch, and he weaved a hand through Harry’s tousled hair. Harry sighed - god his scalp must be sensitive - and wrapped a hand around the back of Cedric’s neck to prevent himself from sinking to the floor. Cedric’s lower lip was caught between Harry’s teeth, and it may have hurt if his cock wasn’t posing such a distraction.
Harry smelled like wind and grass and sweat - his upper lip was still salty - and Cedric imagined him on his broom, small and agile and confident, and he imagined the transported look of joy he wore when he flew. He envisioned the intuitive hand reaching, reaching, and closing down on a small, fluttering ball, and shivered with the knowledge that the same swift hand was now reaching for his arse. Harry began sucking and kissing every part of neck he could reach, and Cedric tilted his face towards the ceiling. Harry possessed an unnatural ability to touch all of Cedric at once as though he had eight hands, or one that moved at the speed of light.
Cedric was growing dizzy from rapid breathing or arousal or both, and when Harry yanked him to the floor, he was too weak to resist. He landed on top of the smaller boy, their erections brushed through layers of fabric, and they gasped against each other’s mouths. He had to place both hands firmly on the ground, on either side of Harry’s ribcage, and remind himself to take it slow, to ignore Harry’s leisurely upward thrusts. He pushed himself a little higher to watch Harry’s face properly. The thin rings of green circling Harry’s dilated pupils seemed to radiate their own light. His cheeks were deeply flushed, and his hot breath issued from a soft mouth. But his glasses sat askew, and his hair was a mess, and he was such an awkward teenage boy that Cedric couldn’t figure out what made his pulse race and his cock pulse.
Maybe it was that Harry was so many things at once, somehow both strong and vulnerable, a child caught up in an adult’s life or an adult in a child’s. When he wasn’t avoiding Harry, Cedric wanted to hold him close and protect him against the danger all around him. But if he were honest with himself, he knew Harry was the one protecting him. Cedric was lost, and maybe Harry was lost as well but he had still managed to find Cedric. And whenever Cedric thought he could suppress this overwhelming need, Harry knew to pull it to the surface.
Harry blinked up at him, all wide green eyes and crooked glasses, and Cedric deliberately lowered, bathing in Harry’s soft low moan. Harry always remained strangely quiet and shy underneath his sexual aggression, so every small noise seemed to cave the roof in. Harry fisted his hands in the front of Cedric’s robes, and his thrusts increased in urgency.
But Cedric didn’t want it to be over. He didn’t want to break contact and return to his shelter of doubt and hesitation. He wanted to remain in the present, where every pant from the boy beneath him said, “This is okay. This is good.” Because fuck it was good, and they had never even done this without clothing, but even through two pairs of trousers and two sets of robes it was more than enough.
“Please,” Cedric hissed through clenched teeth, “Not yet.”
“More,” Harry breathed through parted lips, “Just a little more.”
“No…” Cedric pleaded as he ground furiously into Harry’s hip. He was so close, and he began to panic, it was too fast, not enough, he just needed a little more, he wasn’t ready yet.
Harry groaned out loud, and Cedric lost it in wave after startling wave. He was on fire, every inch of him. But then the fire burned down to embers. His muscles trembled then relaxed. He felt the familiar hot wetness in his trousers, the stench of sex, and all the rest that he loathed whenever he discovered himself at the end of a tryst with Harry Potter.
Only something was different this time, and it took a moment before his fogged brain realized that Harry was still desperately bucking beneath him. He looked down at Harry, thoroughly startled. It took another moment before he realized why this was different: he had never come before Harry. This was the first time he could watch the lust on Harry’s face without arousal clouding his own vision. Harry was utterly frantic with need, and Cedric marveled that he had caused that.
He pulled back from Harry entirely, who whimpered in protest, whispering “Cedric, you prat.” But Cedric was now on a different plane, and before he could talk himself out of it, he opened Harry’s robes, lowered Harry’s trousers, and released Harry’s straining, hard cock. Harry took a deep breath, and his eyes blazed with something like alarm, but Cedric knew he wouldn’t be stopped. He stared at Harry’s prick for a while as Harry stared at him, both of them wondering what would come next. Finally, Cedric bent down and in one slow movement dragged his tongue from the base of the cock to its head. Harry shivered everywhere, and Cedric actually watched his balls contract and his prick jerk and the stream of hot liquid shooting into the air.
Harry shuddered, then stilled, releasing a held breath and closing his eyes. Cedric lay down next to him. He knew what would come next. Harry would leave; neither of them would say anything. Cedric would decide that maybe it was best if he just avoided Harry, but Harry would corner him once again in a classroom, or the quidditch lockers, or anywhere really because Harry had an uncanny seeker’s ability to find him no matter where he hid.
Harry rolled over and rested his head on Cedric’s shoulder, draping an arm over Cedric’s chest. Cedric froze, and the floor was suddenly cold and hard; everything was uncomfortable.
“What are you-”
“Mmm. Shut up Cedric.”
So Cedric did. He lifted a hand to Harry’s soft, dark hair and slowly massaged his scalp, and a minute later, Harry was asleep.
Rating: R? NC17?
Pairing: Harry/Cedric
Warnings: PWP, so... sex! But relatively tame sex.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and friends did not come from my head.
Summary: Harry always knows where to find Cedric.
Author’s Note: Merlin help me, I've written porn! I was actually writing something completely different, and this just came out instead. Haha. It's my first smut ever; hopefully it's decent. And feedback is appreciated of course!
Sought and Found
“You’re such a git,” Harry announced from the doorway of the classroom, empty for all except Cedric.
“What the hell are you doing here? How did you even know where I was?”
Harry smirked at this brave attempt at disdain, and Cedric’s resolve melted. He stalked across the room to wrap Harry in his arms. Harry pressed against Cedric’s chest, then pushed him away and spelled the door shut behind them. He returned to Cedric’s arms and his mouth, which he kissed deeply, aggressive and sloppy and electrifying as always. Every one of Cedric’s nerves responded to the touch, and he weaved a hand through Harry’s tousled hair. Harry sighed - god his scalp must be sensitive - and wrapped a hand around the back of Cedric’s neck to prevent himself from sinking to the floor. Cedric’s lower lip was caught between Harry’s teeth, and it may have hurt if his cock wasn’t posing such a distraction.
Harry smelled like wind and grass and sweat - his upper lip was still salty - and Cedric imagined him on his broom, small and agile and confident, and he imagined the transported look of joy he wore when he flew. He envisioned the intuitive hand reaching, reaching, and closing down on a small, fluttering ball, and shivered with the knowledge that the same swift hand was now reaching for his arse. Harry began sucking and kissing every part of neck he could reach, and Cedric tilted his face towards the ceiling. Harry possessed an unnatural ability to touch all of Cedric at once as though he had eight hands, or one that moved at the speed of light.
Cedric was growing dizzy from rapid breathing or arousal or both, and when Harry yanked him to the floor, he was too weak to resist. He landed on top of the smaller boy, their erections brushed through layers of fabric, and they gasped against each other’s mouths. He had to place both hands firmly on the ground, on either side of Harry’s ribcage, and remind himself to take it slow, to ignore Harry’s leisurely upward thrusts. He pushed himself a little higher to watch Harry’s face properly. The thin rings of green circling Harry’s dilated pupils seemed to radiate their own light. His cheeks were deeply flushed, and his hot breath issued from a soft mouth. But his glasses sat askew, and his hair was a mess, and he was such an awkward teenage boy that Cedric couldn’t figure out what made his pulse race and his cock pulse.
Maybe it was that Harry was so many things at once, somehow both strong and vulnerable, a child caught up in an adult’s life or an adult in a child’s. When he wasn’t avoiding Harry, Cedric wanted to hold him close and protect him against the danger all around him. But if he were honest with himself, he knew Harry was the one protecting him. Cedric was lost, and maybe Harry was lost as well but he had still managed to find Cedric. And whenever Cedric thought he could suppress this overwhelming need, Harry knew to pull it to the surface.
Harry blinked up at him, all wide green eyes and crooked glasses, and Cedric deliberately lowered, bathing in Harry’s soft low moan. Harry always remained strangely quiet and shy underneath his sexual aggression, so every small noise seemed to cave the roof in. Harry fisted his hands in the front of Cedric’s robes, and his thrusts increased in urgency.
But Cedric didn’t want it to be over. He didn’t want to break contact and return to his shelter of doubt and hesitation. He wanted to remain in the present, where every pant from the boy beneath him said, “This is okay. This is good.” Because fuck it was good, and they had never even done this without clothing, but even through two pairs of trousers and two sets of robes it was more than enough.
“Please,” Cedric hissed through clenched teeth, “Not yet.”
“More,” Harry breathed through parted lips, “Just a little more.”
“No…” Cedric pleaded as he ground furiously into Harry’s hip. He was so close, and he began to panic, it was too fast, not enough, he just needed a little more, he wasn’t ready yet.
Harry groaned out loud, and Cedric lost it in wave after startling wave. He was on fire, every inch of him. But then the fire burned down to embers. His muscles trembled then relaxed. He felt the familiar hot wetness in his trousers, the stench of sex, and all the rest that he loathed whenever he discovered himself at the end of a tryst with Harry Potter.
Only something was different this time, and it took a moment before his fogged brain realized that Harry was still desperately bucking beneath him. He looked down at Harry, thoroughly startled. It took another moment before he realized why this was different: he had never come before Harry. This was the first time he could watch the lust on Harry’s face without arousal clouding his own vision. Harry was utterly frantic with need, and Cedric marveled that he had caused that.
He pulled back from Harry entirely, who whimpered in protest, whispering “Cedric, you prat.” But Cedric was now on a different plane, and before he could talk himself out of it, he opened Harry’s robes, lowered Harry’s trousers, and released Harry’s straining, hard cock. Harry took a deep breath, and his eyes blazed with something like alarm, but Cedric knew he wouldn’t be stopped. He stared at Harry’s prick for a while as Harry stared at him, both of them wondering what would come next. Finally, Cedric bent down and in one slow movement dragged his tongue from the base of the cock to its head. Harry shivered everywhere, and Cedric actually watched his balls contract and his prick jerk and the stream of hot liquid shooting into the air.
Harry shuddered, then stilled, releasing a held breath and closing his eyes. Cedric lay down next to him. He knew what would come next. Harry would leave; neither of them would say anything. Cedric would decide that maybe it was best if he just avoided Harry, but Harry would corner him once again in a classroom, or the quidditch lockers, or anywhere really because Harry had an uncanny seeker’s ability to find him no matter where he hid.
Harry rolled over and rested his head on Cedric’s shoulder, draping an arm over Cedric’s chest. Cedric froze, and the floor was suddenly cold and hard; everything was uncomfortable.
“What are you-”
“Mmm. Shut up Cedric.”
So Cedric did. He lifted a hand to Harry’s soft, dark hair and slowly massaged his scalp, and a minute later, Harry was asleep.