Whose Universe Are We In?

5

The next evening, under Lupin’s careful instruction, Dan and Alan Floo’ed to the headmaster’s quarters for tea with Lupin following closely after. They both tumbled fairly gracelessly out but Alan caught himself pretty quickly while Dan tripped over the end of his cloak and went flying to be halted in mid-air as the rug-covered stone floor came up to meet his face then was lowered gently down giving him enough time to alter his position. Albus and Remus both laughed while Alan didn’t think it at all funny and helped Dan to his feet. He glared at the other two and made Remus laugh harder.

“My, how like them you are”, he said dusting himself off. “Even on your very first Floo trip, you, Alan, keep your feet whilst Dan loses his then your scowl.....ah, such sweet memories. The witch who wrote the books I believe your films were based on had a hand in the casting, I hear; if so, she made some very good choices. I still cannot believe the resemblance to....well, the others”.

Alan said sombrely, “You can say their names before us, Remus. It is possibly their doing that we are here at all. And, yes, the author of the books definitely had a say about the cast, so what you posit is quite probable. That we cannot help either, I’m afraid, but we are not them and never will be”, this last was said a little testily.

Remus sighed and patted Alan’s shoulder, his hand remaining just a fraction of a second longer than it should, withdrawing slowly, a definite caress, “I’m sorry, Alan. We aren’t the only people who’ve lost people. Forgive me”. Alan humphed sourly and stepped close to Dan again. Albus watched the byplay with amusement while Dan wasn’t at all sure about the blatant come-on from the bloody werewolf and was glad when Alan moved near to him. Albus invited them all to sit.

Dan looked around the room from his perch on the sofa beside Alan. The room was huge and not at all like the tower room in either the books or the films but then, this didn’t look like the man’s offices at all, more like his living quarters. He let his eyes wander, picking out bookshelves, many of them, all stuffed with tomes. These magical sorts sure liked their books, he thought.

His eye spotted a huge Welsh dresser on one wall, the sort only seen in Baronial palaces but instead of being full of plates all of the shelves displayed a variety of magical knick-knacks and if Dan squinted, he could almost make out the trashy little plaques affixed to their little plinths bearing such legends as, “A Souvenir of Magical Alley, Brighton”, and those of other wizarding tourist spots.

There was a Gryffindor house banner on one wall. Dan knew Albus had one of each in his offices but this one was in his quarters, therefore he’d been a Gryffindor. Didn’t stop the man from being a meddling old git though, did it? Albus dispensed tea and a house-elf popped in and out with tasty delicacies both savoury and sweet to make an excellent repast. They made small talk or as small as it could get given the clash of two cultures. Remus and Albus talked Quidditch teams, Dan listened, fascinated despite himself, and Alan looked bored, he was a cricket man himself, oh, and he also followed the Formula One racing season.

Alan itched to get a look at all the books and during a lull in the banter asked if the headmaster minded if he took a look. Albus smiled, “By all means, my lad, help yourself, but I’d advise keeping away from the top shelf of the case to the right of that door”, he pointed, “There’s something nasty trapped behind the book on Grindylows and I’m dashed if I know what to do with it. If I leave it alone, it just rustles a bit on quiet nights but if I take it’s books away it gets upset and wails for hours. It means no harm so until I know how to relocate it, please leave that shelf alone if you would”.

As Alan advanced on the shelves, he smiled at the old man and thanked him, he had certainly never been given instructions quite like that when perusing rare books in the past! He decided to take the advice and avoided the shelf adroitly, though, naturally, he couldn’t help but tip his head to one side and read the titles anyway, just out of curiosity, you understand. Dan caught Remus watching him and frowned then watched him himself, noting that Alan had his hands clamped behind his back as his eyes devoured the spines.

Turning back into the circle of three, Dan caught Remus’ eyes and glared at him, ‘Hands off, he’s mine’, his death glare transmitted and Remus quirked a half-smile at him as if to reply, ‘All’s fair in love and war’. Dan almost growled and added another thing to his list of ‘clues-to-finding-the-story-they-were-in’. Severus and Remus had had a ‘thing’ and Remus was still in love with him, or something. Dan filed the fact away and sipped his tea, wishing it was something stronger.

Meanwhile, Alan was engrossed in the Headmaster’s collection. Not just about magic and the relevant texts, although those were amply represented but all sorts of histories, from specific events covered in detail to general information. He found himself with an old copy of ‘Hogwarts: A History’, he knew this book. The author had mentioned it severally as being a favourite text of Hermione’s. He thought it a good place to start. Wandering to a lone armchair near the shelves, he sank into it and started to read.

Dan glanced over at him fondly and smiled, that was the last he’d hear from Alan for a while, which meant he’d have to do the socialising bit himself. Oh, crap! He wanted to snuggle up on the sofa with his lover and be a united front but he sighed and joined tentatively into the conversation where he could.

Lifting his head a moment, Alan could see the conversational dire straits his lover was in and stood, coming over to him and sitting beside him, “Sorry, love”, he dared to lean in and kiss Dan’s temple, “This book is actually fascinating. Forgive me for deserting you”. He enjoyed the smile he put on his Danny’s face and wanted to kiss it away but instead, mindful of the company, he merely pecked his lips instead. They stuck together for a second then parted, Alan turning to Albus, “Please may I borrow this, I feel it is a text I need to know. I will take good care of it”. Albus beamed, “You may have it, dear boy, it was left here many years ago I believe, by a student. It is actually quite a good read after the first three chapters”.

Dan flicked his eyes to the werewolf’s, to see hunger in them. He sidled up close to his lover, who almost absent-mindedly threw an arm around his shoulders and pulled him closer as he chatted to the headmaster. Dan sunk into the touches almost purring and glaring back at Remus. “Mine”, his eyes said.

After their return trip by Floo, Dan was quiet and subdued as he landed perfectly flicking the ash off his shoulders irritatedly. Alan saw the hunch of his shoulders and took him in his arms, cloaks and all. “What is it, Dan, love? Something’s got you all pissed off. Was it me deserting you to the big bad wizards or was it bloody Remus Lupin attempting to make amateur eyes at me?”

Dan leant into Alan’s chest and snorted out a laugh, “The latter. I think this story has to feature him as an ex-lover of yours at least. I hope not a current lover, though”, he finished in a low voice. Alan snickered, “Don’t be daft. Come on, we said we both had him at some time, well, David that is, but I was over him long ago, it didn’t last long....film three, if I recall, but not now. Tell me, what of yourself? When did you and David dally?”

Dan laughed at such an old-fashioned term for what had been pretty extreme sex, not all of which he’d liked, but grinned, “Film five. Oh, yes, I knew he was married but I called a halt to it. It wasn’t going to go anywhere, lasted about two months or so, he wasn’t around for long”.

“Good”, Alan’s voice dropped to a lower register that Dan could feel resonate through him as he was crushed to the older man’s chest, “Because I don’t want that damned wolf anywhere near you”. Dan looked up to see the most fervid look he’d ever seen on Alan’s face. He met his eyes and shook his head, “It’s not me I’m worried about, he hasn’t had his eyes off you all night, I nearly bared my teeth to him earlier. It’s you he wants, not me”.

Alan moved his head away slightly so he could see Dan without going cross-eyed, “Are you sure?” Dan nodded, “Oh yes, he was fucking challenging me. Whatever story we’re in has him as the spurned ex-lover or something”. “I’m not sure I like that”, Alan murmured, pulling Dan to him once again and resting his head in Dan’s. This felt so bloody right. They fit together perfectly. “In fact I definitely don’t”, he murmured as their faces manoeuvred together and they kissed.

And how they kissed, going from slight to luscious and wet in moments, making them both moan. Dan had his leg hooked behind Alan’s thighs pulling their lower bodies together and Alan had Dan’s robes open, his fingers tweaking the rosy nipples stiff as they continued the kiss and neither of them saw the flames turn momentarily green behind Dan. Alan didn’t see because he had his eyes closed blissfully, his tongue buried in Dan’s wonderful mouth as he groaned and thrust against the hard clothed dick impacting his own.

Remus made to call out but was stunned by the scene before him. He stayed silent and dipped his head in the grate so just his eyes were showing. He really had to remind them to close the Floo but for now he was glad they hadn’t a clue.

Dan pushed Alan backwards, “Sofa”, he muttered. “I want to sit on your cock. I want to ride you hard”. Remus barely heard the words but hear them he did. Bloody hell, this was no son of James’. This lad was a whole order of magnitude hotter. Alan resisted the pushing and the further undoing of clothes, “Bed. Now. I don’t trust the fireplace thing as I’ve forgotten how to close it and there isn’t one in the bedroom, and anyway, I want to get us horizontal, so I can let you ride me in comfort so I lean back on the bedhead toying with your prick”. Dan moaned again and the voices tailed away.

****

Remus drew his head from his fire, “Damn”, he said aloud. “Crap! I wanted them to fuck on the sofa. Shit. It’s not Sev and Harry but it’s the nearest thing to”. Still he had some excellent images for the coming night. Or so he thought, but the more he thought about them, the limper he became until eventually he cried himself to sleep.

****

And so it was. Dan tried out the spell for divesting them completely of clothing. It shredded their clothes but by this point neither of them cared. Alan did indeed sit comfortably against the headboard but still winced as Dan eased himself down onto his cock. As Dan seated himself on that monster dick, he yelled, “Fuck! Want your fuckin’ arm up there one day”, and Alan had to thrust up at the very thought.

Dan broke sweat and howled....then he moved and it was Alan’s turn to howl. Dan set a punishing rhythm that made Alan have to answer, bending his knees and planting his feet on the bed, Dan was canted forwards now, his hand clutching the bedhead, bracing as he slammed down and was filled from below. He moaned loudly at the apex of each thrust. He loved this huge cock in him, loved it filling him, imagined it spurting it’s hot load into his mouth and was coming and coming all over Alan’s belly and chest. By now there were hands on his hips forcing him down faster with each descent. There were two more then Alan threw his head back, murmured profanities, stilled and came a pint in Dan’s arse, making little breathy moans on the come-down.

With his lover still inside him, Dan relaxed his thighs to properly sit astride his lover, took his face in his hands and kissed him silly, “You really are amazing, Alan”, then kissed the dazed, sated man again and again. Alan laughed as he withdrew and slithered down the bedhead, turning them both until he was on top and he could kiss his lover breathless, “You’re not bad yourself”, was his eventual reply, when he could keep his tongue from his lover’s mouth long enough to actually form words.

Dan squirmed in the wet patch until he reached for his wand and cast a ‘scourgify’ on the damp bedding and over themselves. It seemed to do the trick with no lasting damage. Alan declared himself impressed but Dan biffed him gently, admonishing, “It’s a simple enough spell and I learned it off the rude sites, they always need it for cleaning up after sex; they’re such puritans, these girls”.

Alan held Dan tight and kissed his hair, “They must like afterglows then”. Dan nodded, “’Course they do. They’re girls. If this was a standard porno then we’d be asleep by now and they’d pay no attention to us whatsoever after the money shot”. Alan grinned, “Well, if that’s the case, I’m glad that this story is written by a female, it means I can hold you as we sleep and all sorts of other romantic tosh” Dan’s voice was getting sleepier, “You like romantic tosh?” “It has it’s uses. Go to sleep”, Alan replied and held Dan tight until his own arms relaxed as he himself slept, Dan secure and curled up within them.

****

The next few weeks leading up to the Easter holiday were certainly eventful. As promised, Ron Weasley took them to the Room of Requirement and taught them rudimentary magic until somewhere during week two. At one point during the tuition, Ron finally taught the newcomers a simple shaving spell and gasped, turning away, as Dan used it and was clean-shaven again. Gods he was so like Harry.

Hermione appeared and took over their tuition when it was obvious they were swiftly outstripping Ron’s teaching abilities. Hermione of course was the far more able coach. She could teach both of them whereas Alan had fought shy of Ron’s tuition for some reason he couldn’t quite name. He was glad of whatever they could teach even though Hermione didn’t come as often excusing herself on the grounds of the upcoming exams.

Under her able tuition they learned a variety of spells, not all of them light. As she explained pragmatically, “If you have to face that bastard, then you’ll need to know this”, before teaching them something truly dark. She was amazed at their progress and would have taught all day but for the dictates of the body and academia.

Alan found himself really liking the rather hoity-toity witch with her whip-smart dry humour that merely baffled Ron most of the time. In fact he was willing to bet that Harry, in his lifetime, had never really appreciated this girl. Dan seemed to like her too and had taken to teasing her as they did their lessons. She had a way of explaining things too, that wasn’t at all like the books; no pedantry here. No, her face shone as she explained, all brevity; the boiled-down version, always adding, “I can lend you the book if you want the theory”, and sometimes Alan took her up on it. This magic stuff was fascinating and it seemed as if he and Dan had somehow inherited quite a bit of it but were only now starting to stretch a bit.

Once Lupin got wind of the lessons, of course he wanted in and waylaid the small party late one night. The two Gryffindors seemed pleased to have him along but Dan was wary and Alan could sense it. They dropped back a pace or two and Alan murmured, “You’re being silly, now stop it. I have no desire for the man whatsoever. Trust me. I suspect he just wants to see what we’ve learned. He has more than an academic interest in this, you know. Now, buck up and get over it”, he tempered this with a kiss to Dan’s temple as he threw a long arm around the smaller man’s shoulders.

Dan let himself relax and grinned, yes, he was being an arse, so he apologised but Alan rebuffed it, “Don’t apologise for being young, love, at your age it’s all flashes and sparks, passion, jealousy, rage, longing. It’s all right, really. But be rest assured that you’re mine and mine only”, this last said with such a growl as to have every hair on Dan’s body standing on end. His cock twitched and he inhaled deeply, “Fuck”, was all he could say and then he cannoned into someone’s back.

“Fuck!”, he said again, but all the passion was fled from it. “Ow”, was the next thing as he disentangled from Ron and stepped back again. Were they here? Why had they stopped? Then a low familiar drawl made his gut clench. “Well, well, what have we here? A sortie of Gryffindors out for a midnight stroll? How very interesting”. Then the voice changed as he saw the man behind Hermione’s shoulder, “Professor? What’s going on?”

Alan realised the lad meant him and stepped into the shadow at Hermione’s side. “I could ask the same of yourselves, young Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle, notwithstanding your being prefects”, he’d spotted the shiny badges on their cloaks and hoped to God he’d got this right. Bingo! They shuffled about. Draco said, “I was merely sending a late owl to Father, sir, and I forgot the time. We will make our way back to the dungeon immediately sir”, the lad hung his head a little but Alan wasn’t fooled. “Twenty points each for being out after lights-out without permission and you can take my next three detentions at my discretion. Now go”.

All three were wide-eyed and mouthed in shock. Their housemaster had just taken sixty bloody points. They didn’t even register that said housemaster actually wasn’t. They turned numbly and walked off in the opposite direction. Lupin was the first to chuckle as they rounded the corner, “Bloody hell that was worse than anything Severus would have done. Bloody brilliant, Alan, and your next three detentions? Wow, that was really mean. I like it”. Alan turned to him, “Oh, do shut up and let’s get on with it”, he snapped, but Remus continued to chuckle all the way to the Room of Requirement.

Okay, Dan thought as they walked, more facts to add to the list, Crabbe and Goyle prefects: check. Malfoy able to write to his father, meaning possibly old Lucius was not in Azkaban: check, he would write all this down when they got back to their rooms but they were outside the Room now so he shelved the thoughts carefully and started to concentrate on the task at hand.

Remus was astonished at the skills they could already display. They were light on their feet but then Remus knew each man had kept fit as part of his professional skills but they had a grace about them that gave Remus an idea.

“Why don’t you two try and cast together? Your casting skills are so similar, in fact more so that between Harry and Severus”. Hermione gasped, “Of course. Damn, why didn’t I think of that?” Remus grinned at her, “They needed some raw material to work with first and you two have done an admirable job in so short a time. Don’t put yourself down”. She shrugged and watched the two interlopers try shared casting.

It didn’t go well. They tried all sorts of stances to begin with, side by side, back to back even pressed close front to front that made them all giggle a bit nervously but then Ron laughed out, “You’re both right-handed aren’t you? Try it with Sev-er, Alan behind Dan then both of you can use your right hands. Dan, your reach will be compromised so keep the flicks shorter, okay? Go on, try it”.

The first few tries were disastrous. Dan was loving the way Alan was wrapped around him so intimately that he was letting it distract him but he tried to push the thoughts away and focus. It didn’t help that all his fidgeting was thickening the already prodigious bulge pressing into the top of his arse. Alan tightened his arm and hissed in Dan’s ear, “Oi. Stop it, or I’ll have you drop trou and I’ll do you right here. Now concentrate, this is weapons training”. He felt the vibrations of Dan’s laughter against his chest and bit the ear he was whispering into causing a small yelp.

Ron sighed, “When you’re quite ready, chaps”, and they calmed down and took deep breaths. Alan had his arm wrapped over Dan’s chest to press them together, they arranged their feet so Alan’s were alternating with Dan’s maintaining a good balance then ran his arm atop Dan’s at full stretch.

To cast to the front, Dan’s elbow had to remain bent and neither of them had a full range of movement but when Alan directed their bodies sideways on, they had a much greater range of movement and protected their hearts from frontal attack although it rather exposed Dan to attack from the side and meant they had to keep their heads twisted to one side.

Still, it worked. The simple levitation charm shot the cushion to the ceiling of the high room whereupon it burst, sending showers of feathers over them all. The three seasoned magicals looked on, dumbstruck. What exactly did they have here and where had all this magic come from?

Feeling suddenly a bit feeble, Alan wrapped both arms around Dan and buried his face in the lad’s hot neck. Dan was equally wrung out and was quite unable to take Alan’s weight as well as his own and the pair folded to the floor before anyone could say a word. Hermione was the first forwards, her wand out preventing bashed heads on the stone.

Looming over the unconscious pair, Ron mumbled to no-one in particular, “Shall I get Madam Pomfrey?”. Remus knelt gracefully beside the pair, passing his wand to and fro, “No, there’s no need. They are suffering a form of magical depletion and their systems are unused to it, having had magic for so short a time. I fear we pushed them too far today, remember, this took you nearly seven years to get where you are. We will finish for now”.

He finished their scan and sat back on his heels, speaking to the room in general. “Room, I need two beds, please”, he intoned. Nothing happened. Hermione giggled, “A king sized double, please”, and one popped into view piled with pillows and duvets. It was modern, not a four-poster, and looked very inviting indeed. Werewolf and youngsters exchanged smirks. Hermione muttered, “The Room accepts their bond”.

The coverings were pulled back and the men levitated gently into the bed. Ron removed their shoes and socks then Hermione covered them up. Remus requested a comfortable chair, “You two go on, now. I will sit by them until they stir, they shouldn’t wake not knowing where they are. I’d take them back to Severus’ quarters but his damned wards’ll never let me in”. The others smiled as they turned to go, then Hermione twisted her head round again, “Be good, now, Remus, leave them alone. They’re together”. By the time his shock registered and he called out, “You cheeky little baggage!”, the door had closed behind them.

He dozed in the chair until he heard the first signs of life then looked over at them still asleep but moving, surfacing. He watched Dan find Alan’s mouth with a series of sleepy kisses over his face then his eyes fluttered and he made a small sound as he found his prize. Alan answered the sound and replied to the kiss, no tongues, just sleepy lips pressed together. The sight sent a jolt through Remus, seeing them like this, he’d be quite tempted to do them together. Now there was a thought....

He fought his libido down as Dan turned clumsily in Alan’s arms and the little kisses became more serious. Remus coughed gently, “Good to see you back, gentlemen. How do you feel?” Dan’s head shot up then he groaned, “I was feeling better ‘til I did that. Fuck! What the hell happened?” Remus told them.

By now they sat up, still clad, against the banks of pillows. Remus came to the side of the bed, fished in his robes and came up with a pain reliever each. Both of them had become rather used to potions now and only swallowed it with a slight wince. Their heads cleared almost at once and Remus resumed his seat, straightening out his crumpled robes and smirking.

“Well, gentlemen, that was quite some show you put on for us earlier. I’d really like your magical abilities dowsed, see how much you actually, er, inherited from them as you crossed worlds”. Dan shrugged slightly, “Yeah, I think I’d like to know that as well, though, to be honest, I don’t want Professor Dumbledore knowing just yet, if it’s all the same with you”. Remus nodded, “Not a problem, Dan, we all know what a manipulative bugger he can be. Well, you two seem all right, though we might have to put more training off for a couple of days, other than this slight drain, you’ll be back on your feet in no time. It happens to the best of us. That is one incredible skill you have and gives me lots of clues as to what Harry and Severus were working on”.

Alan nodded slowly, “Indeed. Perhaps it was experimental and went wrong. I presume you looked for notes and so on that the two might have been keeping as to their progress?” Remus shook his head, “It is something I’ve been meaning to ask you. Severus was very wary about his wards around his rooms. To be honest, we were stunned when they let you and Dan straight through but they won’t even admit Albus. He was always a bit naughty about his wards, was old Severus, they should always be able to admit the headmaster”, Remus’ tone was fond.

Dan scrubbed at his face, “So you’re saying that no-one’s been able to look around, either that, or Dumbledore tried the night he took us down to the rooms without telling us?” Remus chuckled, “You catch on pretty quickly but I think whatever they were working on was more likely to be found in his office or his private laboratory. Have either of you been in there, yet?”

Alan gave Dan a subtle nudge then said, “Not really, we were advised, if I recall, not to interfere with the man’s supplies or his work”, at the end of this he yawned and hid it in his hand. Remus looked at the two, “Would you mind if I took a look? You could be there all the time of course and be privy to anything I find”. The werewolf took a deep breath, “I wouldn’t mind hunting up Severus’ recipe for my wolfsbane potion either, the product on which I now rely is vastly inferior”.

Dan interpreted the nudge as saying, ‘Don’t let him take us there tonight, let’s look around ourselves first’ and yawned himself, letting himself slide down the bedhead onto Alan’s shoulder, “Yeah, sure. But not right now. I’m bushed and starving. That magic stuff takes it out of you, doesn’t it?”, he smiled.

Remus grinned back, “Certainly. Let’s leave it ‘til the end of the week, shall we? We’ll have the castle pretty much to ourselves as everyone leaves Friday morning for the holiday. Anyway, you two need to rest for a few more days, after all it was only a mere few weeks ago that most of your upper bodies were crushed. Even in magical time you need to heal slowly from trauma like that, what with that and magical depletion, you boys need to take it easy”.

He rose and took his leave after that, quite happy at the turn of events. He thought on the demonstration he’d seen all the way back to his rooms.

The ‘boys’ in question really did feel tired and woozy still but not nearly as much as they’d acted out. Once Remus was gone, Dan made to leap out of bed but Alan stilled him with a smirk and an arm around his middle, “Oh, no you don’t. We have this nice bed right here and I want the werewolf to give up and go home if he’s out there waiting for us to make a move. What say we order some food, create a fire and have a cosy evening up here, there’s no Floo to distract us. Maybe we can summon up some music”.

Dan sat back down on the bed with a whump, collapsing back against Alan’s chest, laughing, then twisted round and kissed his lover right on the mouth, “Excellent scheme. Will the house elves come in here?” Alan shrugged, “Only one way to find out”.

They had great fun ‘requiring’ from the Room and in no time had a cosy boudoir with low lights and low-set banquettes. Dobby served them a sumptuous meal after swallowing his initial amazement of where he was, he went all out for them producing a delicious beef bourguignon with baked potato slices smothered in melted cheese, a combination that shouldn’t work in theory but did, brilliantly. There was even wine as both of them were well over the age of consent and were at this point guests rather than either employee or student.

As well as food, they required a shower then towels along with the requisite cleansing potions. Giggling and a bit drunk, they mock-fought over marble versus glass for the shower and ended up with a translucent stuff, paper-thin with all the veining and inclusion of marble that disintegrated the moment you touched it. In the end they settled for a drain, a step, something to hold on to and the water as Alan kissed, licked, sucked then fucked his wet Dan under the pounding spray.

They curled up for a rest on the banquette before the fire, Dan idly spelling the flames higher in the grate before dropping his wand and resting his head in Alan’s lap. They dozed in the heat, Alan stroking lazy lines along Dan’s body and Dan carding his fingers through the hair on Alan’s thighs. They didn’t speak although they both stared at the fire and thought until they eventually slept.

Dan could hear Alan’s slight snores as he woke, remembering where they were and why he was only clad in a towel that was now almost off. He smiled and started to shift his head slowly then quietly turned his body, freezing when Alan whiffled and muttered in his sleep. Licking his lips, he inched Alan’s own towel further up his thighs so that when Dan laid his head down again, it was on a naked furry thigh. Nice. Dan had a wonderful view of Alan’s tackle and his mouth watered. What to lick first? Bollocks or that juicy meaty dick? Ah decisions, decisions.

He tried for the balls first but to reach he would have had to be a contortionist, so, dick it was then, no big deal, then he restrained a giggle, it would soon be a very big deal! He peeled the sleeping member off Alan’s thigh, holding it gently between thumb and forefinger and just looked at it. Even when completely soft it was impressive, heavy, enclosed in it’s generous bag of skin with just the slit peeking out.

Dan really wanted to lick the balls first and he repressed a sigh. He loved Alan’s balls, big, meaty and hairy, dark red and hanging low, a fitting backdrop to his gorgeous cock but instead he drew the dick to his mouth and teased into the slit with the tip of his tongue then, using his fingers to bunch up the foreskin a little, he plunged his tongue into the little tunnel he’d made and let it swirl around the musky tasting tip of Alan’s dick and as he did so, he slowly eased his fingers back taking the foreskin with them as he opened his lips over the emerging cock head that he still tongue-bathed.

His fingers were forced apart by the cock in them filling and starting to rise. Dan sucked all of the head into his mouth and gently wanked the shaft to hardness letting the head engorge in his mouth then hummed around he thickening mass and started to suck.

Alan gave a shuddery stretch arching his back a little and rolling his hips, making a small deep sound in his throat but his eyes remained closed. As he sucked, Dan watched his lover’s hands flutter at his head either side then stroke himself along his body until they met Dan’s and Dan’s mouth. With a gasp his eyes flew open and he startled for just a moment until he smiled sleepily and made a small thrust.

“Fuck! This is lovely”, was all he could manage. Dan raised himself up onto his knees beside Alan, all the better to lower his mouth and take more in, one hand still wanking the length while the other pushed the hair-speckled legs apart and finally took hold of the glorious balls, hefting and rolling them. Dan moaned around the cock in his mouth at the contact, popped his head off the tip, mouthed and sucked his way along the shaft, and, hefting the sac in the flat of his left hand he licked and sucked then sunk his nose into all that maleness.

Alan watched sleepily and felt his cock leak, no-one had ever loved his balls like this before....though he wished Dan’d speed up with his other hand. He smiled as he watched then held the back of Dan’s head with one hand and clutched at the now-longer hair easily, bringing the lad’s face up. He was regarded through lust-glazed eyes, the stretched lips blood-filled and wet. There was one of his own pubic hairs on the boy’s cheek. He placed his fingers and thumb round the base of his cock and fed it back into that reddened mouth. He could see one of Dan’s eyes flutter shut. He wanted to see as much of that face as he could when he came in Dan’s mouth.

“On the floor, love”, he gasped out when Dan lifted his mouth off for another go at his balls, “Between my legs. I want to see your face as you suck me”. Dan gave him a big wet-faced sloppy kiss then did as bid. Alan widened his legs to accommodate him, sliding his bum right to the edge of the banquette.

Dan ignored Alan’s cock for a moment and went for the balls first as they dangled in space, this time sucking each one between his lips before licking and wetting it thoroughly then sitting back on his heels to see the low light shine off his saliva and the single drip that made a line to the floor.

Shuddering slightly, he knelt up again and began to work Alan’s thick cock with his mouth, then pulled it up and back so it stood straight up then catching Alan’s eye, he lowered his mouth over the solid head with a moan. Alan hissed in a long breath and used his planted feet to try and push up. Dan hooked his arms over Alan’s thighs, holding his hipbones to keep him in place and rubbed his chest over the wet balls as he consumed fat dick. Heaven.

Watching his cock disappearing in and out of that mouth was turning Alan on beyond measure. He twitched his hips up and down as far as he was able, he sweated, he wanted it harder, he wanted to fuck that mouth. His hand found the back of Dan’s head and pushed him just a little more down, making him take more of his dick, but not too rough, he knew his size.

He was close, he knew it; his head thrashed around and his thighs tightened, he was trying to climb into Dan’s mouth, cock first. Dan increased his rhythm and used his hand hard and tight, the other was back on those balls feeling the fractional lift and the movement within then Alan clenched the hand in Dan’s hair, his upper body bowed over, he shouted out loud and came buckets in Dan’s mouth, making breathy sounds with each suck and each swipe of that wicked tongue until he lay back, relaxed and spent, both hands now quiet beside his hips.

Dan kissed him with a face full of his own cum and Alan found himself laughing softly as their tongues battled lazily, “Come up here, Dan, and fuck my face. I’m afraid you’ve sapped my energy for anything more”. Keeping his eyes closed, Alan felt the dip either side of him as Dan straddled his chest then the blunt intrusion of dripping dick on his lips. He let Dan tease him rubbing his wet cock-head around them and teasingly swiped at it with his tongue.

When the intrusion became more and more insistent, he relented, parting his lips and opening his eyes at the same time, to feel his mouth fill with hot cock and to see Dan’s face screw up in pleasure. He raised his hands, grabbing handfuls of warm arse-cheeks to stop himself choking on over-eager dick and settled Dan to a pleasantly hard rhythm. He smiled inside, he knew this wouldn’t take long and he was right.

With one hand on the back of the banquette and the other in Alan’s hair, Dan came howling down Alan’s throat only letting up when he’d finished spurting out every last drop. He let Alan clean his dick before letting Alan slide back onto the sofa properly and slumping down, still straddled, into his lover’s lap. Alan relished the warm weight and wrapped his arms around his young lover, kissing him with his own cum still on his tongue making his Dan moan. He could live on that sound.

Regretfully, they decided to call it a night and slope off back to their rooms in the dungeons before the denizens of the school were abroad for the day, they had done nothing in the bed save sleep in it. They left the room empty once more and kissed in the dark silent hallway before lighting their wands and staggering off to find their own bed.


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