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Harry sucks on Theo’s bottom lip, tasting the tart candy flavor and Theo moans, rolling his body up and against Harry’s where they lay on the sofa in Harry’s living room at Grimmauld Place.
Harry hums at the taste of Theo’s lips, the sound of the movie playing in the background offering ambiance as Harry grips onto Theo’s hip.
It was movie night.
Although, no movie was actually being watched at the present moment.
It had been two months of them, officially. Eight weeks since Theo had burst into the DMLE conference room to make his feelings known. They had been inseparable ever since, making every attempt to see each other every day, whether it was for hours or only minutes. They saw each other at the Ministry, arrived together for Friday pub nights, they had even gone on a few dates, some in muggle London, others in the wizarding parts.
The biggest headache had been the press coverage, but they were handling it best they could and tried to block out as much of the noise as possible. Harry got frequent requests for interviews and Theo received a hearty dose of Howlers over the recent pairing but none of it phased them. They had each other and that was all they cared about.
Theo found himself over at Grimmauld Place most nights. They would cook dinner together, Harry making it a point to leave work at a reasonable time, so that he could spend what was left of the day with Theo. Most nights, Theo would stay over, and on the weekends, they would spend the days existing in their own bliss filled bubble. Harry stopped going into work on weekends, properly delegating tasks instead of taking on all of the responsibility himself. He had needed to relinquish some control with his job as Head Auror but hadn’t had a reason to before.
Now there was Theo.
As previously discussed, they had started having weekly movie nights. What was once a sincere plan when they were two wizards with mutual crushes on each other was now just a thinly veiled excuse to snog each other senseless while a movie played unceremoniously in the background.
Harry looked forward to it each week.
He couldn’t wait for the time when Theo would finally move in. He knew it was early, knew that what they had was only kindling at this point, but he knew his heart and Theo owned it. He resolved to take it slow and move at Theo’s pace. He had already spent many a night dreaming up a future and what it would look like with Theo by his side. He would wait as long as Theo needed to take that next step.
Now, he was half laying on Theo, both horizontal on the sofa with one of Theo’s legs wrapped around his hip. He sucks a path along Theo’s jaw that has the wizard tilting his head back to grant Harry better access. Theo’s fingers trail along the hem of Harry’s plain t-shirt.
Their soft gasps and sighs are coupled with the cracking fire near the television, the room’s warmth in contrast with the weather outside.
Theo trails his fingers under the fabric to grasp at the skin of Harry’s lower back, trailing his fingers up and down his spine, causing Harry to shiver.
He had an idea of where he’d like the night to go, but needed to muster up the courage to ask.
“Theo?” he mumbles into the wizard’s skin, licking a path up the tendon of Theo’s neck and sucking on the pulse point just below Theo’s ear before nipping at the earlobe.
“Yes?” Theo responds, his voice breathy as he tightens his arms around Harry, pulling him down more resolutely onto him.
“Do you remember,” he kisses along his jaw, “in France –”
“How could I forget.” His fingers run through Harry’s hair as his other hand trails down to glide over and then grip at Harry’s ass.
Harry huffs out a breath as Theo arches his back, pressing their lower bodies together.
“Well, do you remember when you asked how I wanted the night to go and you asked if I wanted to fuck you or if I wanted you to fuck me?”
Theo hums his acknowledgement as his hands continue their exploration. He turns his head to kiss at the corner of Harry’s mouth.
“And I said I wanted you in control, but I’d be open to the alternative?”
“Yeah.” Theo huffs out and Harry is convinced that his boyfriend is only half listening as they grind against each other.
“Well,” Harry swallows nervously as Theo attaches his mouth to Harry’s jaw, “I think I’d like to cash in on that tonight.”
Theo freezes and pulls back, his eyes narrowed in curiosity as they look up at Harry. Harry swallows again then opens his mouth to speak.
“Unless…that’s not…. just…. actually, forget I said –”
“you’re asking if you can fuck me, correct?”
Harry blanches at Theo’s bluntness, an attribute he is still growing used to.
“I…yes.”
Harry watches as a smile slowly unfurls on Theo’s face.
“I’d love that.” Theo states, eyes heated as they flick between Harry’s eyes and lips.
“Yeah?”
Theo nods eagerly as his top teeth sink into his bottom lip.
“Okay.” Harry breathes out. Now that the initial ask is out of the way, his excitement is mitigated and taken over with nerves. Though he had immense enthusiasm to top his boyfriend, he also had absolutely no idea what he was doing. He had only just recently gained experience of sex with another wizard and each time he had been on the receiving end. He preferred it, loved the way Theo would regularly fuck him into the mattress. However, he did still like the idea of occasionally switching with his boyfriend.
The trepidation must show on his face because Theo reaches up to cup the side of his face.
“Hey,” he says softly, “I’ll talk you through it.”
Harry swallows, “Okay.”
Theo wraps his arms around Harry and with a wink and an impressive bout of apparition, he apparates them directly upstairs and onto Harry’s four poster. The mattress gives a soft bounce under their weight and Harry huffs out a surprised laugh as their bodies shift together.
Theo reconnects their lips and rolls them so that he’s straddling Harry. With a parting kiss on the lips the curly haired wizard sits upright, pulling off his jumper and long sleeve shirt underneath in one fluid motion. Harry reaches out a hand like he always does, running his fingers reverently over the ink that covers Theo’s skin. Theo grinds his hips down and Harry breathes out at the sensation, both hands grasping onto Theo’s hips. Theo lowers down, draping his upper body against Harry’s and Harry wraps his arms around him as Theo plants his elbows on either side of Harry’s head. Theo sweeps his tongue along the seam of Harry’s lips and Harry opens for him, their tongues meeting each other as Theo deepens their kiss. Harry runs a hand up Theo’s spine to grip at the strands of curls at the back of Theo’s head, holding Theo to him. Theo breaks the kiss eventually, breathing heavily as he kisses along one of Harry’s cheeks.
Harry pushes them both up to a sitting position, Theo still straddling him as he reaches down for the hem of Harry’s t-shirt, pulling it up and over his head. Theo tosses the shirt and returns his hands to Harry’s broad shoulders, running his hands up and down the muscles of Harry’s upper arms.
Theo reaches down between them, shifting back slightly to palm Harry through the soft fabric of his sweatpants, drawing out a sharp gasp from Harry’s lips. He reciprocates, reaching forward to cup his hand over Theo’s bulge, giving it a squeeze as he leans forward to reconnect their lips.
Harry reaches around and secures an arm around Theo’s mid back and flips them, Theo's back on the mattress as Harry shifts to lay beside him on the mattress.
He kisses Theo soundly on the lips as he trails a hand down to continue his worship. He teasingly runs his fingers along the waistband of Theo’s joggers and pushes one side down. He looks down to see Theo’s exposed hip bone, his cock peeking out from the confines of his sweatpants. Harry trails his hand to the other hip, pushing the fabric down. He sneaks his hand under the waistband and runs his fingers over Theo. He listens as Theo moans deeply at the contact, his hips bucking slightly, silently asking for more.
“Lift.” Harry whispers and Theo does, pushing his lower body up off the mattress so that Harry can work the fabric down to Theo’s thighs. He abandons the task as Theo’s cock fully appears, beckoning Harry like a moth to a flame. He sits up and shifts on the mattress, lowering and leaning forward to take Theo in his mouth as far as he can.
Theo groans, gripping at Harry’s hair, as Harry bobs a few times in quick succession before pulling off. He leans forward, working Theo’s sweatpants all the way off, discarding them at the foot of the bed. He leans back to lay along Theo again and does the same to himself, leaving them both bare, his cock pressing insistently against Theo’s hip.
“Tell me what to do.” Harry says softly as he runs a hand from Theo’s hip bone up to his collarbone, Theo shivering at the contact.
“You need to work me open first, you can use a charm or lube.” Theo says, reaching a hand up to run up then down Harry’s chest and abdomen.
“Okay.” He responds, accioing their bottle of lube from Theo’s bedside table.
“You can use a lubrication charm if you want, its quicker.” Theo offers.
Harry hums his acknowledgement as he applies some of the gel to two of his fingers. He knows he could do a charm but he finds he wants to take his time, he doesn’t want it to be quick, never does when it comes to Theo. He remembers vaguely how Theo had worked him open when they were in France and every time since, however each time he’s been blissed out with desire and very much not paying attention to technique and much more focused on the sensations. It had been intense and intimate.
Theo shifts more onto his side and lifts a leg slightly, the side of his knee coming to rest on Harry’s thigh and Harry moves his hand forward, down between Theo's legs and back, seeking. He gives a tentative swipe of his fingers and Theo hums his approval, bolstering Harry to continue. He pauses, nerves wracking him, unsure how to proceed. How much pressure did he apply? Was circling or stroking more effective? Doubt and apprehension begin to creep up from his gut to his chest.
Theo reaches around his back and trails his hand down his backside to find Harry’s fingers, pressing them gently to his entrance.
“Don’t overthink it, love. I’ll tell you what’s good.”
“And what’s not?”
“Sure.”
“I just want to make sure it’s good.”
“I always have a good time with you.” He grins, leaning forward to give Harry a quick kiss, “Plus, this is insanely hot.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he says, blue eyes sparkling, “I get to coach you through it.”
Harry bites his lip as he applies more pressure to his finger and Theo breathes out. “Yes,” he hisses out, “just like that. Now make small tight circles.”
Harry does as he’s told, Theo’s fingers over his own, working in unison. Theo sighs as they continue, leaning forward to pepper Harry’s neck with kisses.
“So good, love.” Theo murmurs into his skin.
Harry preens inwardly over the encouragement and starts to build his confidence, exploring. He widens the circles then changes the pattern all together, stroking at the sensitive skin as Theo’s breath grows quick against his neck.
“Okay,” Theo breathes out, “Now more pressure, start with one finger.”
Harry complies, focusing on his middle fingers as he applies pressure, working the digit until it enters. Harry hesitates, but Theo moans, his head falling back in bliss and so Harry continues.
“What now?” Harry asks, his breath ghosting on Theo’s cheek as his eyes dart over Theo’s face.
“Move it.”
“How?”
“Stroke, circle, pump in and out.” Theo suggests as he removes his hand from the back of Harry’s and brings it up to card his fingers through Harry’s hair.
Harry operates on touch only and starts slow, curling his finger then unfurling, twisting and stroking. He's tentative and stilted at first and he turns his head to watch Theo, the wizard’s eyes closed as he leans back on the mattress. Harry tries different methods, watching as Theo react to each one. A sharp intake of air here, a sigh there, a moan deep in his throat at another, and Harry catalogues each one, trying to find out what Theo likes best.
“Add another finger.” Theo says softly and Harry leans down to kiss him as he works his pointer finger in to meet his middle. Theo moans as Harry rotates his wrist and pumps the digits in and out, massaging the tight entrance. He separates the digits before bringing them back together as Theo sighs against his lips.
They stay like that for a time, Harry repeating his ministrations slow and languid as Theo runs his fingers through Harry’s unruly hair, their lips locked on each other.
“Give me one more.” Theo says, voice low as his eyes flutter open to look up at Harry.
“Finger?” Harry asks, shock and nervousness in his tone.
Theo chuckles softly, “yes, finger.”
Harry bites his lip as he looks down Theo’s body and tentatively adds a third finger to Theo’s entrance but doesn’t work it in just yet.
“Harry,” Theo’s voice makes Harry’s head snap back to look at him, “Your cock is bigger than average, I need a third finger. I’ll tell you if there’s any pain. Do it. Please.”
Harry nods and slowly adds a third finger and begins to tentatively work it in conjunction with the other two.
Theo hisses out his approval and throws his head back, and after getting a verbal yes that things are okay, Harry works the fingers deeper. He takes his time, waiting for Theo to tell him when he’s ready to take the next step. He gets more comfortable and explorative as Theo’s chest heaves and moans and breathy words of praise leave his lips. Theo's body instinctively moves with Harry's hand, seeking friction. Harry leans down to kiss up Theo’s neck and Theo reaches out a hand to hold at the back of Harry’s head, gripping at his black hair. He uses the grip to pull Harry’s head up to connect their lips. Harry kisses him deeply and their tongues dance languidly as continues to work his fingers. Theo huffs and gasps into Harry’s mouth and then sucks on Harry’s bottom lip, causing Harry to groan and reconnect their lips more securely.
Theo breaks the kiss first, his eyes fluttering open, his pupils blown, “Okay.” He pushes a hand on Harry’s chest and Harry slowly removes his fingers. “How do you want me?”
“I…I get to choose?”
“If you’d like.” Theo smiles warmly at him.
Harry bites his lip in consideration. His mind can’t help but travel back to how Theo had fucked him from behind in France.
“I think I’d like you on your hands and knees.”
“As you wish.” he says, kissing Harry once more before he lifts and turns.
Harry stays propped on his side, held up by his elbow as he watches Theo position himself on the mattress. Harry reaches out to run his hand along Theo’s spine as his eyes take in Theo’s form. His eyes trail appreciatively over Theo’s cock, ready and eager, his long and toned legs, his lean muscular form poised and ready for him.
He shifts up onto his knees and settles behind Theo, reaching out to circle his thumb at Theo’s entrance. Theo arches his back at the touch, moaning his approval as Harry circles it a few times. Increasing the pressure, he pumps the digit repeatedly until he works his thumb in, crooking it at the knuckle and stroking.
“Merlin, you don’t have to be coached at all.” Theo breathes out, dropping his head as Harry continues the movement.
Harry smiles as he pulls his thumb free. He sits back on his haunches and strokes his length a few times before applying more lube and working it along his cock. His eyes stay trained on Theo as he strokes himself.
“Alright back there?” Theo quips, shimmying his hips and Harry scoffs, leaning forward to bite playfully at one of Theo’s ass cheeks.
Theo yelps and sits back on his haunches, turning to look at Harry.
“Rude.” He says, playful shock and delight on his face as he regards Harry over his shoulder.
Harry rises up onto his knees behind Theo, wrapping his arms around his waist, pulling him back into him. He runs his hands up and down Theo’s stomach as he sucks on the skin of Theo’s neck, the wizard moaning and letting his head fall back onto Harry’s shoulder. Harry’s cock settles against Theo’s tailbone and Theo reaches back with one hand, giving Harry’s ass a squeeze before folding forward again, planting his hands on the mattress.
“Ready when you are.” Theo says, looking over his shoulder one more time to toss Harry a wink. Theo’s lighthearted demeanor helps to calm Harry’s pattering heart and nerves and he reaches forward to grip at both sides of Theo’s hips. His hands encompass the flesh of Theo’s ass, and he uses his thumbs to spread him open. He reaches down for his cock and runs the tip up against Theo’s entrance then back down, notching it there. He pulls in a deep breath and pushes forward, meeting resistance, causing him to pause. He’s reluctant and unsure whether to proceed, but Theo urges him on.
“That’s it, love.” He breathes out, relaxing his body further as he arches his lower back, “little bit more.”
Harry swallows and angles his hips further forward and gasps when the tip of his cock pushes in. He grips Theo’s hips hard, trying to control his breathing as Theo moans, low and heady. Harry gives a whimper, the sensation overwhelming as he gives an explorative short thrust, nearly chocking on his saliva at the feeling of Theo warm and tight around his cock.
“Theo.” He breathes out.
“You’re doing so good. Give me a bit more.” Theo says, voice breathy as he angles his hips and lowers his upper body down onto his forearms.
Harry pulls out completely, taking in a deep centering breath before pushing back in, the sensation less jarring than the first time. He pushes in and Theo groans as Harry watches his length slowly disappear. He stops, then pulls slowly back to just the tip.
“Again.” Theo breathes out, his fingers gripping the duvet as Harry complies, pushing in slow and methodical, he repeats the process until he’s buried all the way to the hilt.
They both pause, panting as they acclimate.
“Fuck, you feel –” Harry whispers, disbelief in his tone as he processes that he’s fully seated inside Theo at the very moment. He reaches a hand up to trail down Theo’s spine to his tailbone, thumb reaching down to stroke at where he is connected with Theo.
Theo moans, “Right back at you.” He sighs, turning his head to the side, “Now please start fucking moving.”
Harry uses both hands to grip at Theo’s ass cheeks, spreading them as he pulls back and pushes back in, giving a harder thrust this time.
He feels almost lightheaded, like he might pass out, overwhelmed by the sight before him. He takes in Theo, head lowered to the mattress, his fingers gripping the bedding as Harry pushes and pulls in and out of him. He takes in Theo’s glistening back, his lean muscles rippling and tensing under his skin, his spine long and arched, the way Harry’s thick length sinks in and drags back out with each roll of his hips.
Fuck, he loves this wizard so much.
He keeps a languid pace, reveling at the feel that accompanies each slide of his cock along Theo’s tight walls.
A pained moan, almost a whine escapes his lips as he listens to his intuition and slowly picks up the pace, his hips snapping forward in earnest as he begins to feel more comfortable and in control. Theo’s moans and gasps spur him on, and Harry uses his grip on Theo’s hips and bodily strength to pull Theo back to meet him with each thrust, his hips connecting with Theo’s ass forcefully with each thrust.
Theo stretches his arms forward before snaking one underneath him, trailing it along his abdomen until he grips his cock, pumping it in time with Harry’s strokes.
“So fucking perfect.” Harry breathes out, “Can’t believe I get to call you mine.”
Theo moans into the mattress and Harry folds over him, the feeling of his impeding release overwhelming. With one hand planted on the mattress, he snakes his other hand around Theo’s hip to meet Theo’s hand that is wrapped around his cock. They work their hands together, fingers linking as they stroke Theo’s length together while Harry fucks into him.
“Harry, I –”
“I know, I’m right behind you.” He breathes out against Theo’s skin, removing his hand to rise back up and grip at Theo’s hips with both hands. He thrusts as he pulls on Theo’s hips, the sounds of their bodies meeting repeatedly filling the room, the noises loud, lewd and glorious. It only spurs Harry on more, their bodies union like music to his ears.
Theo stiffens and gives a breathy cry before groaning heavily into the fabric of the bed as he comes onto his hand and the fabric of the duvet below them. After a moment he relaxes and Harry keeps a grip on his hips, fucking him as he feels the tightening of his balls and the familiar warm tingling sensation permeating under his skin as his orgasm crests. He chokes out a groan and then whimpers as he pumps his release into Theo, his thrusts decreasing in intensity as he comes down. His chest heaves as he stills and pulls out of Theo diligently, groaning as he watches his cock reappear slowly. Once he’s out, Theo lowers his body fully down onto the mattress, body limp and sated. Harry leans forward to hover over him, hands planted on either side of Theo’s ribcage as he leans down to plant a kiss to Theo’s jaw before lowering fully and flopping onto his back on the mattress next to Theo.
“Fuck.” Harry breathes out, running a hand up and then down his face, “Is that what it feels like for you every time?” Harry asks, disbelief in his voice as he marvels over the sensations he just experienced.
Theo gives a small shrug, “More or less.” he cracks an eye open, “Am I going to have to fight to be on top now?”
Harry huffs a laugh and turns his head to look at Theo, “Maybe once in a while but generally…I like when you fuck me.”
Theo grins and closes his eyes.
“Thank you,” Harry says softly. “For –”
“Letting you top?” Theo asks, a smirk on his face with his eyes still closed. Harry snickers and Theo’s voice is light and playful. “You’re welcome.” He shrugs, “I aim to please.”
“Was I –”
Adequate? Good?
He struggles to finish the question. He thought it was great but maybe it wasn’t as mind-blowing for Theo as it was for him.
Theo opens his eyes when Harry trails off and pulls his head up off the mattress, brows pinched as he holds himself up by his forearms.
“Harry,” Theo says, waiting for the green-eyed wizard to shift his head to meet his eye. Once he does, reluctantly, Theo speaks. “We always have an amazing time but that was…. really fucking good.”
“Yeah?”
Theo shakes his head as he bites at his lower lip, “we’ve gotta work on that self-confidence.” He shifts his head forward, bringing his face close to Harry’s, “To put it plainly, you fucked the daylights out of me, love.”
Harry barks a surprised laugh, cheeks growing rosy with bashful excitement over Theo’s words as Theo laughs along with him.
Theo continues, “I mean those auror muscles are not just for show, the way you were moving my body with yours.” he blows out a breath and drops the side of his face back down onto the mattress. He stifles a yawn and lets his eyes flutter closed. “It was hot.” He sighs out, “We’ll be adding you into the top rotation.” Theo reaches out a hand to blindly pat at Harry’s cheek.
“Good to know.” Harry laughs.
He turns his head to look more directly at Theo and the curly haired wizard cracks an eye open to dart over Harry’s face. He moves his hand from Harry’s cheek over to ghost a finger along Harry’s chin and then his lips. Harry turns on his side and trails a hand up and down Theo’s spine, the wizard humming contentedly, his eyes fluttering shut and his finger on Harry’s lip stilling and falling to the mattress.
“We should probably finish the movie.” Theo murmurs, eyes still closed and Harry can’t help but release a chuckle.
“Tomorrow.” Harry offers, leaning forward to press a kiss to Theo’s cheek.
Theo hums, “Tomorrow.” He whispers back, a soft smile on his lips.
Harry trails his hand up Theo’s spine as he takes in his wizard’s features. He brings a hand up into Theo’s curly brown hair, running a ringlet around his pointer finger as he takes in Theo’s defined cupid’s bow, his dark lashes. He smiles as he observes his boyfriend unhurriedly, the other blissfully unaware.
“S’nice. Keep doing that.” Theo mumbles and Harry silently chuckles as he continues to run his fingers through Theo’s hair, gently working his way through the ringlets.
They stay like that for a few minutes, in a state of limbo, Harry content to just exist with Theo, vulnerable, nude and overwhelmingly in love. He finally shifts when he feels his own eyelids growing heavy.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, love.” Harry whispers, and Theo regains awareness, rising from the bed as Harry starts the shower.
He takes his time cleaning them both, Theo sighing contentedly as Harry works the warm washcloth over his body. They get ready for bed and crawl in, meeting in the middle. Although it is technically Harry’s house, it is their bed, and Harry counts down the days until they can officially call it Theo’s house too.
He removes his glasses and curls around Theo’s body as they shift and settle under the thick duvet.
Before they fall into sleep, Theo speaks into the darkened room.
“Really great movie night,” He sighs, exhaustion in his voice as the late hour and exertion pull him under. He sleepily pats one of Harry’s forearms that is wrapped around him, “Same time next week?”
Harry silently chuckles against him as he smiles into Theo’s shoulder.
“Yeah, same time next week.” He responds.
Theo sighs contentedly, “love you.” He murmurs under his breath, his speech slurred with impending sleep and Harry smiles against Theo’s warm skin.
“I love you too.” He whispers back, planting a kiss to Theo’s shoulder as he listens to his boyfriend’s breathing even out and slow.
He listens to the rhythmic noise and lets it lull him to sleep, excited for another day of his future with Theo by his side.