"I still think we should take him home," said Rabastan, looking nervously around the room. He looked at his older brother, who was sitting relaxed on an armchair.
"Narcissa has done everything for Harry that we would do for him. Healer Hopson has stopped by and examined Harry, Harry is in a private room and a message has been sent to her cousin, Sirius... What more could you want, in Merlins' name?" Rodolphus's low voice was calm and soothing.
Rabastan snorted disdainfully. "If Harry hadn't gone to Malfoy Manor, he wouldn't have been hurt at all!"
Rodolphus laughed and shook his head. "He's not hurt, Basty. He just bundled a little too much energy, so he had a large surplus for a while. He couldn't get rid of it, so he lost control. That's all."
Hands darted into dark curly hair, while the almost black eyes widened. "That's all? THAT'S ALL! He could have been DEAD! Merlin! I almost went into cardiac arrest seeing him with our Lord, I didn't know what I was hoping for anymore: Harry who would strike down the Dark Lord with a huge wave of energy, or our Lord who would torture Harry with a Crucio. Either way, Harry would have gotten into trouble."
Rodolphus got up and slapped Rabastan on the shoulders. "My new brother turns out to be interesting anyway, brother. You could have chosen worse. "
Rabastan pushed his brother away, insultingly. "You go to your wife, she seemed very upset by all that overwhelming display of power."
"She was upset indeed, but not in the way you seem to think. It looks like Bella has adopted little Harry. She is now anxiously waiting for a message from Sirius, she is convinced that they have a lot to discuss together." said Rodolphus with a sigh, running his hand over his face.
"Freakin 'Blacks," murmured Rodolphus, his face dark.
Rabastan sat down on the bed next to Harry and brushed a long lock of hair from his face. "Poor Harry, he now has two crazy Blacks on his back. Not to mention an overbearing Lestrange patriarch."
Rodolphus began to chuckle now. "Did your father hear a rage, Basty? He was like, "Are you completely insane now? Or has your brain shrunk like Merlin's old balls?" I swear, Basty, I thought at the time that our Lord would personally see us orphaned. However, I was surprised when he took our father aside and went to talk to him for a moment. It was just bizarre."
Rabastan nodded absently, "I think our Lord finally understood that Harry is part of our family. He needs us, Dolf. Just as he needs the Malfoys, he would never have sacrificed Draco so blatantly, not without good reason."
Rodolphus snorted his nose inelegantly. "It was bloody stupid of him. He should have known better than to distance a wealthy, loyal family from himself by attacking their son. If he had done that to my daughter, I would have razed him to the ground. Fuck politics, family comes first."
Rabastan smiled at his comment and looked at Harry lovingly. "You're right, family comes first."
Sighing excessively, Rodolphus stepped away from the bed. "And that's my cue, I'll leave before it gets too sickly sweet. Isn't good for my teeth, you know." He grinned at his own joke and left the room, leaving Rabastan and Harry alone.
Rabastan turned back to Harry's sleeping face. His friend, partner, and hopefully one day his husband, lay incredibly innocent as if he didn't suck out a Dementor just hours ago. That spectacle of sheer power and dark magic did not fit Harry's sleeping angelic face, if Rabastan had not seen it himself, he would never have believed it.
But it was true, his incredibly sexy boyfriend was incredibly strong, stronger than Rabastan ever thought possible. He had felt it come in in waves, through his mark on his chest. It had been an indescribable feeling, all he could say for sure was that it was addictively good and that he wanted more.
Even now, with Harry lying in bed so defeated, so motionless, Rabastan wanted him. He wanted to take care of him, to pamper him until he never again wanted to leave Rabastan's bed. He was even starting to have doubts about him returning to Hogwarts, private tuition at Lestrange Manor was highly desirable. They might even be able to do that from bed, he added boldly.
For now, he settled for this bed in Malfoy Manor, with far too many people with access to the room. With the tip of his tongue between his lips, he ran his thumb concentratedly over the soft pads of Harry's lips. They looked so beautiful, so ripe and red, that Rabastan wanted nothing more than to taste them. But he couldn't do that, could he, not while Harry was still sleeping?!
He licked his lips slowly, his lower lip briefly caught by his teeth. A low growl escaped from his throat. Frustrated, he ran his hands through his hair. Fuck. Such thoughts should not exist upon seeing his sleeping partner.
He looked away for a moment, at the ground, his feet, or his fucking nails, as long as he didn't look at Harry. Although he thought it was a healthy response; After all, Harry was a very attractive boy, and all his , but the timing wasn't that good.
"Are you going to kiss me, or does a guy really have to die for a little affection these days?" came a hoarse voice next to him.
Rabastan turned his head so fast that his neck hurt from the jerky movement. With wide eyes, he saw his boyfriend's greens, teasingly gleaming beneath long, dark lashes.
"Harry, baby?" He began to grin widely.
"Ohhh, little raven!" he exclaimed, throwing himself at Harry. "Don't you ever do something like that again! Fuck, keep in mind that I'm just an old man, my heart can't take much more!"
He rubbed his nose on Harry's. "I didn't know what to do without you," he whispered.
Harry laughed. "Everything is always so intense with you, Basty. I'm fine."
Dark eyes gleamed dangerously. "You passed out, Harry. You razed the whole room to the ground. You sucked - damn - a Dementor until there was nothing left. Only a cloak, Harry!"
Harry was unimpressed and pursed his lips. "Ahhh, and you're too upset now that you can't even give me a kiss... Must be aging, I've heard about the decline in stamina."
"Loss of stamina, let me show you what a real man can do," he growled, taking hold of Harry's sinful lips.
The kiss started in desperation and haste as if this kiss could be their last. Tongues tasted, noses clashed and teeth clattered together, it didn't hurt them, they just wanted each other.
Harry groaned against his lips and pulled away from him for a moment. He looked at him with almost black eyes, so dark with lust that the green was barely visible. "Rabastan, my darling," he sighed as Harry's lips found him again.
Rabastan surrendered because there was nothing else he could do. Harry opened him like a flower, one petal at a time - so slowly, so patiently, his tongue flickering so lightly against the soft flesh of his lips that Rabastan didn't felt his surrender until it was complete. He felt the tip of Harry's tongue move against his, and opened his mouth further, allowing Harry's tongue to move freely and dominating in his warm mouth.
He groaned as Harry pulled back from his lips, but sighed with satisfaction as he felt those lusty lips slide down his jawline. Harry had settled on top of him, making it easier for him to pepper Rabastan's jaw with hundreds of little kisses.
He gave Rabastan an open kiss on his Adam's apple, a place that Rabastan, before Harry, didn't know was an erogenous zone. And maybe it wasn't, and it was a Harry zone, it didn't matter; Rabastan loved it.
Harry's mouth found the side of his neck and began to suck frantically. He sucked, licked, and bit, and Rabastan drank it all up, hoping for more.
"Hmm, you color so beautifully," said Harry possessively, licking a newly formed hickey. He bit gently into Rabastan's earlobe. "Let's see if I can color you even better."
Frantic fingers grabbed the hems of Rabastan's dress shirt and lustfully tore them apart. Knots sprang about and Harry's nimble and studious hands slid over the limber muscles of Rabastan's stomach.
Rabastan groaned lustily and searched Harry's head with his hands, when he found it, he grabbed hold of the long black locks and pulled Harry upward. He pulled Harry into a slobbery wet kiss, which produced a great groan from Harry, pulling straight to his crotch.
"Fuck, Harry. What are you doing with me?" Rabastan asked breathlessly.
"Well," said Harry teasingly. "I think I'm seducing you. I'm preparing you for a long, hard, fuck."
"Circe! Harry!" Rabastan growled lustfully. He arched his back and rubbed his crotch angrily against Harry. Harry laughed and moved eagerly with him. Harry optimistically slid his hand between their rubbing bodies and searched for the buttons on Rabastan's pants. He had just managed to untie the first two buttons when he heard a noise in the hall.
"Let me-"
"No, I want to see him!"
"I really think it is better to wait, he was just asleep, my brother-"
"Your brother is not Harry's godfather! I want to see him now!"
Something slammed into the door, shocking the two of them. Harry rolled off Rabastan to his back and came to lie on his elbows, his torso lifted off the mattress.
"I think it is better that I go in first to see if Harry is awake," said Rodolphus's low, intimidating voice on the other side of the door.
"Do you think that I will wait patiently?" came the angry voice of Sirius.
The door slammed open. Sirius rushed through the door, followed by Rodolphus, Bellatrix, and Narcissa. Sirius stood in front of the bed, stunned, his expression frozen in a startled look. Narcissa suddenly found the bed linen interesting. Rodolphus and Bellatrix, however, watched the spectacle in front of them with amusement. Bellatrix seemed particularly impressed with Harry's actions.
"Look at this! Little Potterling is not that small in bed!" she said in her excited, shrill voice.
Startled, Harry looked down but saw with relief that his pants were still neatly in place, as was his shirt. Rabastan leaned over Harry. "I think she was referring to my state of undress, combined with your love bites," he whispered in Harry's ear.
"What- What's going on here!" Sirius shouted indignantly. "Get those paws off my godson!"
Rabastan couldn't help but provoke the man a bit and gave Harry a short kiss on his swollen lips.
"Hmmm, later, Darling." he sighed against Harry's lips.
Harry felt his cheeks turn red, but he didn't look away from Sirius's furious look. "I believe, it should be me to pull my paws off Rabastan rather than the other way around," he said with a grin.
Sirius began to sputter. "Everybody out! I want to speak to Harry, alone!"
Rabastan felt Harry grab his arm. "Rabastan will stay with me, he can tell you more about what happened after my collision with Voldemort when I... err... passed out."
Rabastan watched with interest as Sirius's face turned red and began to speak in a high, shrill voice. "Certainly not, Harry! I- You- I know where you were touching with your hands!"
Harry spluttered with laughter. "And where was that, Siri?" he said with a mischievous glow in his eyes.
"Bah! At his ding-ding-dong!" Sirius blurted out.
Rabastan could no longer contain his laughter and let go of a rich, full laugh. He could feel Harry clinging to him, laying his head on Rabastan's chest. He looked questioningly at Harry when he felt a little patch of wetness. At the sight of Harry's face, he understood the wetness; Laughter had brought tears to Harry's eyes.
Harry sat up smiling and wiped his tears. "Rest assured, you burst into the room before I could even get close to his ding-ding-dong."
Rabastan had to grin again when he heard the strange name, Basty Jr. always sounded just fine. He buttoned his dress shirt back up with magic, many buttons flew off the floor to reunite on his shirt. With his fingers, he buttoned the top buttons of his pants again and looked back at the bickering pair.
His brother, sister-in-law, and Narcissa had quietly left the room. Rabastan hadn't missed Bella's wink, and he mouthed to her that they would talk later.
(...) "He's staying here, Siri!" Harry said diligently.
"He's a pervert," Sirius hissed. "He's... old, and you're not even sixteen!"
Rabastan looked indignant, he was not old at all. He was in the prime of his life.
"We've done less than when you were fifteen, Sirius!" Harry said angrily. He looked at Rabastan for a moment and then said, "And what you did that summer after my third year? With that girl? Wasn't that 'dirty'?"
Sirius shook his head violently. "No, no, sir. You can't blame me. Both situations are very different. When I was fifteen, then I went with girls fifteen or older! And that girl from that summer... she was Dutch, they are a bit freer. Besides, Remus and I weren't together yet."
Harry laughed and then said wearily, "I am with the man I entered into a courtship with, Siri. I-... I've come to care a lot about him. It seems to me that Rabastan is a better partner to discover my sexuality with than some random guy from the street."
Rabastan couldn't resist giving him a soft kiss on the cheek, and he squeezed Harry's hand reassuringly. "I believe we have discussed the current topic sufficiently," he said in a balanced tone.
He looked pointedly at Sirius. "You are here for Harry because he was made unwell from a collision with the Dark Lord and a Dementor."
"Yes! Yes, what about that? How did Harry end up in such a situation?" Sirius said, gesturing like a madman.
Rabastan looked at Harry and nodded to his boyfriend urging him to start his story. Harry gave him a watery smile and told his story. He didn't skip anything. He talked about the tense impression Lucius made, about Voldemort and the Dementors. How Voldemort didn't lift a finger to help Draco, or to stop Harry. He ended his story with the unfortunate death of the Dementor.
Sirius was silent for the first time since arriving at Malfoy Manor. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully and studied Harry. "How did you know what to do with the Dementor?" he finally asked.
"I didn't know, it was instinct. It was as if another Harry had risen, a much more powerful wizard. A wizard who could easily compete with Voldemort, and even easier was to demand total submission from the Dementors. Suddenly I was lord and master, fed by infinite energy. Suddenly I could see energy pouring out of the Dementors, they were so ... lovely. They have multiple energy sources that I saw meandering under their hoods. When the Dementor wouldn't stop feeding of Draco, something snapped. I took his energy sources."
"You took his energy sources, just like that?" Sirius asked doubtfully.
"Yes, just like that."
"Hmm, strange... Okay, and after that, you ran into Voldemort, but he didn't hurt you. You were only doing magic menacingly. "
Harry nodded. "I could hardly keep the magic in check, I wanted to destroy everything. Well, not me, but my magic." Harry glanced at Rabastan and ran a caressing hand over his cheek.
"Rabastan helped me to focus. When he came up behind me, I felt safe and secure. I felt more empowered. I put out my magic, but then everything went black."
Rabastan cleared his throat. "When Harry fell into me, all kinds of things happened at once. The Dark Lord told me to take care of Harry, that he was important to him and that he would like to speak to Harry. My father exploded and raged at the Dark Lord, they eventually walked out of the room together. Narcissa and Lucius summoned two Healers, one for Draco and one for Harry. Narcissa decided to contact you too. And now we are here."
Sirius narrowed his eyes. "And when did you decide to seduce my godson - no, my son!"
Rabastan held up his hands protectively. "I wasn't seducing Harry, Harry was very domineering today."
Harry flushed and looked uncomfortably at Sirius. "And that's enough talk about my love life!"
"I don't know, love, I could talk for hours about our love life," Rabastan said teasingly with a wink.
***
"Are you coming, Harry?" Rabastan asked patiently.
They had a late dinner with the Malfoys. Harry had been very happy with Draco's recovery. He'd happily chatted with the blond boy throughout the meal and laughed at his sarcastic humor. Rabastan had looked at it with some pleasure but often had to look away enviously. He had avoided the twinkling eyes of Sirius at those moments, that man took far too much pleasure in Rabastan's discomfort.
Harry did not need to speak to the Dark Lord in the end, he left shortly after the conversation with his father. His father later said that he wanted to make an offer to Harry, but that he wanted to reinforce this with a gift. His father could not say exactly what this gift entailed. It filled Rabastan with a sense of discomfort, and he hoped he would not face the Dark Lord for a while. He had seen a possessive gleam in his eyes when he looked at Harry. After all, Rabastan recognized that look very well, he saw it every day when he looked in the mirror.
"I'm coming, Basty. I just want to say goodbye to Narcissa, Lucius, and Draco, "Harry said carefree.
Rabastan stood at an appropriate distance to watch Harry say goodbye to the Malfoy family in his own way. He noticed how charmingly Harry played the family and how engaging the Malfoys responded to him. Even Lucius was completely at ease and hit Harry amicably on the back.
'It must have helped Harry rescuing his son from the clutches of a Dementor,' Rabastan thought with a small smile.
He gave the Malfoy family a polite, distant bow and motioned Harry to join him. His little raven didn't react like a perfect Pureblood-Heir, of course, and grinned broadly at Draco. "Next time we'll meet without a Dark Lord."
Rabastan rolled his eyes, Harry really had no filter at all and said everything that came to his mind.
Harry walked quickly to Rabastan and took his hand. He surprised Rabastan by pressing a kiss on their joint hands and smiled dazzlingly happy at him. Hands folded together, they walked to the Floo and traveled with it to Lestrange Manor.
As soon as Rabastan stepped out of the Floo, he felt Harry pull his hand. For a moment he thought his partner was impatient to go to bed, but he quickly saw that Harry was just clumsy. Rabastan managed to lift him up by his arm just in time before Harry lay stretched out on the ground. He couldn't help but give Harry's hand a short tug and gave him a short, hard kiss on the lips.
"You are quite clumsy with traveling for such a powerful wizard."
Harry stuck out his tongue at him. "I can tell you that traveling by car or train is easy for me."
"Muggle."
"Pureblood Ponce."
"Schoolboy."
"Pedo."
Rabastan raised his eyebrows. "Pedo? What is that?"
Harry shrugged casually. "Dunno ... I thought you would, with your comprehensive knowledge."
"Tell me."
Harry now looked downright naughty. "It's the opposite of a schoolboy's innocence. Very appropriate. You can find it in a Muggle dictionary. Sirius would agree wholeheartedly."
"Hmm, I think I'll pass. I have more urgent things to sink my teeth into now," Rabastan whispered just before Harry's lips.
Harry gave a hoarse laugh and blushed. "What urgent matters?"
"You... Me... In bed... Now." was all Rabastan said. He grabbed hold of Harry and pressed him firmly against his chest. Rabastan landed in his bedroom with a loud bang, Harry lay comfortably on the bed beneath him. Rabastan looked at the blushing shape beneath him. "Perfect," he growled.
He climbed into bed next to Harry and pulled him tightly against him. He breathed in Harry's fresh, seductive scent and closed his eyes for a moment. His hands slid through Harry's soft locks and sighed with satisfaction as he felt Harry's body snuggled against him.
"I thought you had to sink your teeth into something?" Harry asked innocently, running his hands over Rabastan's back.
"I'll get to that," Rabastan said. Harry's skin was soft and warm, as though he's been sprawling out in the sun. His skin also smelled wonderful, like the first blossom of spring.
"You were great today, Harry. I've never seen something so gory, deadly, and so fuckin' beautiful, as your magic against the Dementor."
Harry rolled his hips against Rabastan's, moaning softly. "Flatterer."
"I am serious. You were fierce, you were strong, you were powerful, and you ate that Dementor as if it were nothing more than a snack."
"And these are attractive qualities to you?"
"Circe, yes! My fuckin' warrior." Rabastan says, groaning as Harry bit his neck.
"Hmmm, my own dark wizard," murmured Harry, licking his tongue on the delicate skin of Rabastan's neck.
Rabastan put one hand on the back of Harry's neck, turned his head to whisper in his ear. "When I saw you face the Dark Lord, I felt your power flow through me. It poured in through my Mark. You filled me up, Harry. It was delicious. At that point, I wanted nothing more than to watch you force the Dark Lord to his knees. That he would beg you for mercy. You were so fuckin' mighty."
Harry's breath gasped, his tattoo seemed to be alive for a while, like a swirling gray river under his clothes. "Basssty."
"I don't know what sight I enjoy more, your body writhing beneath me or Harry the master of the Dementors."
Harry then kissed Rabastan, wet and demanding. "Are you serious, Basty? Do you want me too when I'm like this? With what I've done? I was nothing more than a monster."
Rabastan grunted, his eyes shining dangerously. "I don't ever want to hear you talk about yourself like that again. I accept you for who you are: you are loyal, kind, eager, seductive, and powerful. But above all, you are mine , as long as you have me."
"Let me have you," Harry groaned pleadingly.
"Yes, you got me," Rabastan promised, diving for another kiss.
Harry shook his head and pulled back, working one hand behind Rabastan to grab a handful of his ass. "No," he said, grinding their erections together through the thin layers of their pants, "Let me have you."
"Oooh, Fuck. Yeah, Harry. You can have me."
Harry lets out a pleased sort of purr, and pulls Rabastan even closer. He starts rubbing wildly against Rabastan, causing Rabastan to see stars. Rabastan starts pulling impatiently at Harry's clothes and eventually rips off his shirt. A hoarse laugh is his reward, shooting straight to his throbbing cock.
"Too many clothes," growled Rabastan, taking some distance from Harry.
Harry let out a disgruntled wail, his hands kept reaching for Rabastan. Rabastan, however, got down on his knees and took off his own dress shirt. With nimble fingers, he unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down in one movement. His erection popped right up, stiff and shiny with pre-cum dripping down from his cock.
Harry had watched his movements with wide eyes and absently licked his lips at the sight of his large member. "May I?" he asked uncertainly.
Rabastan looked up in alarm but nodded. "Come here, little raven."
He lay back himself, unconcerned about his nakedness. Harry got on his hands and knees towards him so that he was half over him. With clumsy movements, Harry took a firm grip on his penis and began to move slowly. Rabastan took a hard breath at the sensations of those wonderful sensations Harry brought about.
Harry immediately stopped moving. "Are you OK?" he asked uncertainly.
Rabastan nodded, "Go on, please, Harry."
Harry groaned at his pleading tone. Rabastan saw his eyes darken with lust. He seemed spurred on by Rabastan's reaction and licked his lips invitingly. Rabastan's breath came in fits as saw Harry bent to his weeping cock.
Harry looked at Rabastan for a moment but then turned his attention to the hard penis beneath him. A gentle lick was the first thing Rabastan felt on the head of his penis.
"Fuck," growled Rabastan. Harry was so careful, so inexperienced, yet Rabastan had melted under Harry's touch and was about to discharge.
Harry felt empowered by Rabastan's growls and opened his mouth to taste Rabastan as deeply as possible. Harry almost gagged when he felt the blunt tip of Rabastan's cock at the back of his throat. Startled, he let it slide out of his mouth, wet with saliva. More carefully, he led the hard cock back into his mouth and began to suck. He sucked and moved his head up and down, imitating the movement of his hand with his mouth.
Rabastan gripped Harry's black locks and moved gently with the bobbing of Harry's head. He felt his cock tighten and throb harder, heralding complete discharge.
"Circe! Harry! I'm coming, I-" Rabastan shouted, looking at Harry's blushing face. His man looked so delightful, flushed cheeks and those red, sinful lips enclosing his cock...
"Fuck!" he screamed, frantically trying to rip Harry off his cock. Harry didn't move, however, and swallowed Rabastan's cock further down his throat. Rabastan shot his cum deep into Harry's throat, who swallowed it all with a groan. When Harry had licked everything up, Rabastan pulled his boyfriend up in a scorching kiss. He groaned as he tasted his own musky taste on Harry's lips.
Harry withdrew, trembling but satisfied. "That was... wow."
Rabastan let out a hoarse, low laugh. "Circe! Yes... Wow." However, his face fell when he saw that Harry was about to withdraw. He grabbed his lover by the waist and pulled him hard, grinding Harry's still erect penis.
"You didn't think we were done, did you? You wanted me... Take me," he whispered to Harry's swollen lips.
Harry groaned but began to move eagerly against Rabastan. "You have to help me, I've never done anything like it before," said Harry a little shyly.
Rabastan took hold of Harry's chin and raised his face so that they looked at each other. "If you learn as quickly as how agile you got with your mouth, I'm sure you'll teach me some things in the long run."
He lay back on his pillow, his back on the mattress. "Tell me Harry how you want me."
Harry bit his bottom lip, and said hoarsely, "I want to see your face."
"Yesss," Rabastan hissed greedily. He murmured several spells under his breath, a cleaning and a lubrication spell. "Come here, Harry."
Rabastan led a finger from Harry to his creased entrance. Harry's eyes widened but looked purposeful. Intrigued, he began to move his finger, pressing gently against the edges around the opening. Excruciatingly slowly, he let a finger slide in, slippery from the lubrication caused by the spell. He worked finger knuckle by knuckle inward until he bent his finger to feel the walls of Rabastan.
Rabastan groaned at the feel of the lithe finger gently working in and out of him. Harry withdrew his finger, and Rabastan wailed for a moment at the lack of his curved finger. Harry moved two fingers back in, and began to move rigorously. Rabastan screamed when Harry accidentally pushed his prostate.
"Ow? Just like that, huh?" Harry asked, his eyes glittering with longing.
Harry purposely withdrew his fingers, then bent them to press against a bulge the size of a walnut.
"Harry! Yes!" Rabastan shouted, watching with slight amazement how his penis stiffened again.
Harry eventually added a third finger in preparation for Rabastan and started pumping his fingers up and down. Rabastan reacted violently to every move, almost making Harry come from his reaction alone.
"Harry! Stop teasing me! Take me, I'm ready!"
Harry withdrew his fingers and took hold of his hard penis. He slid his slippery fingers over his cock to make it smoother. He lined his cock against Rabastan's opening and gently pushed in. Rabastan tried to relax at the light burning sensation, feeling more and more full, until Harry was completely inside. He lay still for a moment in Rabastan's warm cavity to get Rabastan used to his shapely cock.
"Move," Rabastan groaned, moving his hips against Harry's.
Harry began to move slowly, looking closely at his movements. He pulled his penis back almost all the way and hit it hard back into Rabastan. The sensation was intense for both men, and they both began to moan for more. Harry began to step up the pace and lost himself in the bucking movements against Rabastan. At one point all he heard was the slapping sounds of naked flesh hitting each other and groans of male voices. Harry's movements became more and more delirious and less controlled as he got closer to his own salvation.
"Basssty! I-" Harry screamed.
"Yes, take it all!"
With a loud groan, Harry filled Rabastan with his warm cum. Groaning and sighing, he dropped on top of Rabastan, his cock still nestled deep within Rabastan.
"Hmm," Harry managed to say.
Rabastan laughed hoarsely as he felt Harry's penis slide out, leaving a trail of wetness. He couldn't bring himself to get upset about it and pulled Harry even closer. He took the discarded blanket on the floor and pulled it over him and Harry. He saw that Harry was almost asleep and gave another tender kiss on his lips.
"Sleep, little raven."