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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_Rowling
  Relationship:
      Louis_Weasley/Teddy_Lupin
  Character:
      Teddy_Lupin, Louis_Weasley
  Additional Tags:
      metamorphomagus, Next-Gen, Size_Kink
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-08-24 Words: 1176
****** In Which Teddy Can't Control His Powers ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     See title. Honestly. (Basically PWP)
Notes
     Louis, if you don't know, is Victoire's younger brother. For
     convenience I'm saying he's of the age of consent in this fic. Many
     thanks to
     [[info]]
salt_of_the_egg for goading me into this and [[info]]withserendipity for
heckling me into coherence.

Louis hears crying in the guest room. Or, well, it might be crying. It might
also be moaning. That's the weird part—while it's true that Victoire's
boyfriend is staying the night, Louis saw his father personally lock and ward
them into separate bedrooms. Not only that, but Louis just saw Victoire asleep,
when he snuck into her room to steal her nail polish.
So Teddy Lupin is in the guest room. Alone. Making moany-crying noises. Louis
can't not investigate.
Louis has known how to get through his father's "None of my children will ever
have sex ever" wards since he was thirteen. He doesn't dismantle them, just
opens up a little hole he can slip through: whatever's going on in there, he
definitely doesn't want interruptions.
What Louis finds, though, is so drastically far from what he expected that he
has to stop and gape for nearly a full minute. He expected to find Lupin either
weeping or wanking. Both, though, really, is… a bit much. And the reason, while
pretty obvious, is completely perplexing. Lupin is pale and sweaty and panting,
curled on his side with both hands wrapped around… it's inhuman. It's
monstrous. Louis really wants to touch it.
Lupin's cock is so engorged it's nearly touching his forehead. It's dark,
almost purple, and Louis figures that explains Lupin's pale face: he's
suffering from blood loss. From an erection. It looks painful, like Lupin's
whole body is straining just to maintain this. Or like his whole body is
straining to try and get it over with. He's not making much progress, it looks
like, and finally Louis clears his throat.
Lupin nearly concusses himself, scrambling to cover himself and cracking his
head against the headboard in his rush. Louis chuckles, and casts a quick
silencing spell around the room. Lupin's too dizzy and exhausted to stop him
when Louis gets on the bed, crawls up him, carefully not touching. He mouths
something breathlessly, but Louis can't read lips, nor does he care enough what
Lupin has to say to let him try again. He bites, instead, shuts Lupin up with
sharp little teeth in his lips. Lupin whines, and arches up at him, but Louis
carefully avoids letting that… thing touch him. Yet.
Louis sits back, then, straddles Lupin's thighs and takes a minute to figure
out how he's going to do this. It's… one hell of an undertaking. It's also
something he's been fantasizing about for years, and now it's all laid out for
him, here, too weak to get out of it, too hopelessly hard to do anything but
writhe when Louis drags one perfectly-manicured nail the whole length of the
underside.
Finally, Lupin manages to speak. His voice trembles—probably due to the way
Louis is curving the tips of his fingers over the head of his cock, just
slipping under the foreskin. "What do you-" He is cut off when Louis uses one
hand to push back the hood and the other to drag a trail of precome down the
head. Louis smirks, and licks it off his fingertips. Lupin whines.
"What do you want?" Louis pouts, coquettish, pulling back to deny Lupin any
contact at all. "I mean… gosh, you're much too big to- well. I might break." He
affects a blush, and Lupin whimpers. "You're even too big for my mouth, aren't
you? I just don't know what I shall do."
"Don't-" Lupin rasps, and for a second Louis fears that he really will be sent
away, denied this perfect fantasy, but Lupin continues, "-care. Something,
anything, please…"
That's all Louis needs to hear. Immediately he wrestles out of his pajamas, the
satin ripping at the seams with his haste, and slides right up along the length
of Lupin's cock. It's big enough that he can touch with almost his whole body,
and he rubs himself against it worshipfully. Lupin whimpers again, and bucks up
so hard that he nearly throws Louis off. Louis grabs him by the hips and pushes
him back down. "Hold still," he gasps out, digging his nails into Lupin's skin.
He repositions himself, his own hard cock nestling just between Lupin's
(proportional, thank Merlin) balls, and groans loudly when he feels them
tighten beneath him. Still, Louis digs his nails in harder, trying to distract
him; he wants this to last, damn it.
Once he's aligned and Lupin's stopped flailing, Louis leans in- it could almost
be for a kiss, but for the last-minute detour. He only barely has to dip his
chin down to lick at the head of Lupin's cock, slipping his tongue down into
the slit to lap a little at the truly astounding amount of precome gathering
there. Lupin is making these breathy little whimpers, wriggling half-heartedly
and clutching at the bedsheets. Louis idly wonders how long he has before Lupin
actually faints.
He's mouthing down the head, now, lips spread wide, pushing the foreskin
delicately back with his tongue so he can get as much of that gorgeous cock in
his mouth as possible. It's still not very much, to be sure, but Louis is
practically humping it, rolling and arching and grinding and relishing the hot
weight of it pressed against his chest and his cock. And when he practically
suffocates himself an attempt to get the whole head into his mouth,
accidentally scraping his teeth against it in the process, Lupin keens and
bucks, and Louis smartly takes the hint to get his face the hell out of the
way.
Lupin's orgasm is- there is no other word for it- epic. Despite his best
attempts, Louis still ends up with come on his face and hair, and Lupin's
twitching and wriggling underneath him drag him right along over the edge, so
that Louis is left collapsed on top of Lupin a moment later, panting and
sticky. He gives himself a moment to catch his breath, then sits up a bit to
check on Lupin.
Lupin, as Louis could have predicted, has managed to knock himself out
completely with the force of coming. He's just as sticky and rumpled as Louis,
if not moreso, and the blood rushing back to his face gives him a cute sort of
glow. Louis delicately licks a string of come off Lupin's slack face, then
groans and sits up the rest of the way. He watches Lupin for a couple minutes,
taking a weird sort of thrill out of it. He briefly considers Obliviating Lupin
while he's still out, then quickly decides against it. This is definitely
something Lupin should have to think about the next time he's shagging Louis'
sister.
Speaking of whom- Louis hears a soft noise outside the guest room door, and
remembers himself. Silently and efficiently he cleans himself up (he leaves
Lupin dirty, and takes a perverse satisfaction out of doing so) and gets back
into his pajamas. A couple wordless mending spells eliminate the rest of the
evidence, and Louis slips out of the room as silently as he entered it,
smirking to himself.
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