Painted Stars

Neville had to push down a rush of desire as he watched Harry's response to the question, steadying himself when Harry's gaze dropped down to his lips and his long black lashes fluttered against his cheeks, partially hooding his lovely fern-hued eyes. More tempting still was the way that he reached out and curled his fingers into the waistband of Neville's pyjama bottoms, pulling against them in an attempt to steady himself. 

"Yes," he breathed, spellbound, causing Nev's heart to soar in response. Reaching back behind Harry's head with one hand, Neville's fingers licked at the base of his skull until they found the elastic band that secured his hair into a messy bun and he skillfully tugged until he felt it release. Gently working the inky black waves free, he then sank his digits into their glossy depths and pulled dominantly against them, causing Harry's breath to catch and his head to tilt back, perfectly positioning his mouth so that it was offered up for the taking. Whimpering, Harry's voice was needy as he continued. "Please."

The plea hit Neville like a shot of firewhisky, intoxicating as it warmed him from the inside out. And, no longer able to continue the teasing game that he'd begun, he gently curled a second hand around the back of Harry's neck, holding him steady, and claimed his mouth with aching tenderness. The kiss was soft and slow, a scant brushing of lips that caused Harry to keen ardently and left them both lightheaded when Neville slowly pulled away. Looking down into the mossy depths of Harry's eyes, he found them raging with desire.

"Just the one kiss?" Nev murmured softly, tracing the curve of Harry's lips with his thumb as his own eyes sparkled, reflecting back his simmering need. "Or am I allowed another?"

Bewitched, Harry watched his mouth, clinging to every word as he spoke, and nodded his head with such earnestness it made Neville's chest ache with adoration. 

"Use your words, handsome," he whispered affectionately, brushing their noses together. "Let me hear you say it."

Bringing his gorgeous eyes back up to meet Neville's, Harry's cheeks grew an even deeper shade of rose and he longingly replied, "Take as many as you'd like. Just, please, don't stop."

"As you wish," Nev murmured with a delighted smile. Leaning in, he placed a kiss at each one of Harry's temples, then urged him to lift both arms until they curled around his shoulders. Dropping his own, Neville slid his hands down Harry's back until they dipped below his waist and gently squeezed his perfectly round arse. Cupping one cheek in each palm, he then swiftly lifted Harry up off the floor as though he weighed nothing at all. Harry let out a small gasp of surprise then quickly wrapped his legs around Neville's waist for purchase, just as he had been hoping for.

Spinning around, Nev pinned him to the wall, pressing their bodies flush as he brought his mouth crashing down upon Harry's in a searing kiss. This embrace was nothing like the first, and instead, he poured every ounce of love and longing that he'd stowed away over the last decade into the meeting of their lips, afraid that Harry would change his mind and this kiss would be their last. When Harry's lips parted on a sigh, Neville took advantage of their opening and plunged his tongue between their depths, drinking him in like a man dying of thirst. Long, deep strokes, which were soon matched by the thrusting of his hips, revealing the extent with which they both desired one another. 

"More!" Harry moaned, echoing his own thoughts perfectly, and curled his arms about Neville's neck. 

Per his heated request, Nev tightened his grip on Harry's arse and carried him out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, all the while feathering kisses along his neck and jaw. As they finally reached the bed, he tossed Harry down and quickly followed suit, crawling on top of him and settling once more between his thighs.

Pinning Harry to the mattress beneath him, Neville leaned in and reclaimed his mouth, licking softly at the seam of his lips until they parted. Once they had, he expertly slid his tongue between them and rolled its velvet heat along Harry's own. The sensations created by this erotic act pulled a desperate moan from Harry's lips, which in turn caused Neville to instinctively buck his hips in response, resulting in a delightful friction as their pricks glanced off of each other.

Breaking the kiss, Harry let out a husky moan and pressed their foreheads together. Then, sliding his hands down, he pulled against Nev's arse and lifted his hips to slowly grind their cocks back and forth against one another. 

"Fuuuck!" Neville groaned between gasps, balling the sheets to either side of Harry's head into fists. Leaning down, he spread feverish kisses across Harry's neck and shoulder, barely able to hold himself up as the wonderful assault continued. However, the sudden tightening in his bollocks caused his body to go rigid, and Nev's voice came out strained as he murmured, "Merlin be cursed... you're going to be the death of me."

Harry stilled immediately upon hearing the admission and opened his eyes, tilting his face to look at Neville's with concern. "I'm sorry," he whispered, cheeks paling with embarrassment at his own boldness. "I didn't mean to push things too far or make you uncomfortable."

"Don't be sorry, darling," Neville replied. He pressed a soothing kiss to Harry's lips as he continued, "You haven't pushed things too far. It's just that... you're barely touching me and I'm already having to fight back against the impulse to come."

"Oh," Harry breathed, eyes wide and filled with desire. 

"Mhmm. I just need to pace myself is all. It's been a while," Nev murmured, then smiled before leaning in to claim his mouth once more. After a few minutes of lazy kisses, he finally pulled away and looked down at Harry with a playful glint in his eyes. 

"You should know that you could never make me uncomfortable," he murmured heatedly. "After all, the single most reoccurring thought that's been occupying my mind since you stumbled in on me yesterday morning is how badly I want you. To kiss you. To hold you. To touch you. To taste you. To fuck you. In every room of this cabin and on every surface."

Looking boldly back up into his eyes, Harry rutted against his prick once more and brazenly asked, "Can we start with this bed?"

Lust coursed through Neville's veins at the contact, as well as the question, spurring a light chuckle to spring forth from his lips.

"I think that can be arranged," he purred. Leaning down, he briefly bit into Harry's earlobe, smiling at the way he squirmed against the contact, before releasing it with a tug. Then, raising himself up onto his hands, Neville broke the seal that their bodies had created and hotly commanded, "Lift up your hips." 

Without hesitation, Harry did as he was told and shifted, earning himself a hum of appreciation from Nev, whose eyes were travelling down his body and leaving goosebumps in their wake. 

"Good boy," he murmured approvingly, and Harry flushed beneath the praise. Softly tracing a fingertip around the outline of one of his nipples, Neville waited until Harry was trembling beneath his touch to move out from between his thighs. Sprawling on the bed beside him, he lightly ran his fingertips across Harry's chest and down to the sculpted expanse of his stomach before finally dipping them beneath his waistband and tugging against it as he continued, "Now, I want you to slowly peel these joggers off and lay back down. Can you do that for me, baby?"

Harry shivered at the velvet-cloaked authority in Neville's tone, clinging to his every word, and nodded eagerly in response. Slowly reaching down, he curled his fingers around the soft grey fabric which clung to his hips and pushed, gradually sliding it down. Pausing briefly as his hardened cock sprang free, Harry couldn't help but return his eyes to Nev's, and a flush crept over his cheeks at the untamed yearning he found raging within their stormy depths. Then, with his heart hammering away in his chest, he leaned up and lightly brushed his lips across Neville's as he pulled his legs up towards his chest. Slipping his calves and feet out of the jersey, he finally managed to kick them free and shed the confines of his trousers just as he'd been asked to do. 

When their lips parted, Neville's eyes dipped back down and he devoured the sight of Harry. While he'd always known him to be handsome, the scant peeks of skin that he'd caught in the past paled in comparison to the man lying before him now. His inky waves were spread out, fanning around his head like a halo, which only served in making him look like an angel who'd fallen from the heavens above and landed directly into his lap. The buttery caramel of his skin was a perfect contrast to the emerald of his eyes and created a stunning canvas for the fine layer of ebony hair which covered his sculpted stomach, chest, and limbs. It also just so happened to sit in a nicely trimmed mound above Harry's deliciously thick cock. A cock which Nev was steadily becoming more and more eager to wrap his lips around. 

"Merlin, you're gorgeous," Neville uttered with hushed reverie. The shyness of the smile that Harry gave him in response was so delectably unexpected that he returned it with a grin of his own before leaning in and pressing their lips together once more. Drawing the kiss out, he took his time as he stroked Harry's hair and ran his tongue suggestively along his soft lower lip, perfectly content to spend all day in bed if it meant that they'd have the opportunity to slowly acquaint themselves with each other's bodies. However, the man beneath him appeared to be far less patient and stoked Neville's desire as he reached down to teasingly stroke his newly revealed prick. 

Nev smiled against his lips, and had just parted his own to playfully tut at Harry's greediness, when his eyes swept across Harry's chest and, getting a better look at it now that they were so close, the words died on his lips. Etched into his skin in a vivid array of greens and teals were long, graceful tendrils which Neville would have recognised anywhere. They began just shy of his underarm and flowed smoothly along the underside of his right pec, perfectly cupping it as if meant to cradle his heart beneath. 

"Gillyweed?" Neville asked softly, a tremor in his voice as the tips of his fingers reached down and traced along the plant's surface. Harry stilled at the question, drawing Neville's focus back up to his face which was etched with a coy sort of uncertainty as he nodded in confirmation. Yet all traces of worry dissipated when Nev smiled and whispered, "It's beautiful. Just like you."

Relief surged through Harry's chest and he practically glowed beneath the praise. In fact, he was so distracted by his delight that it came as quite a shock when Neville dipped his head and began to spread kisses across the painted stretch of skin. It wasn't long before his lips found their way from ink to nipple and he relished the way that Harry gasped as they wrapped around the dusky little nub, enveloping it in erotic heat. He took his time, alternating between rolling his tongue back and forth over the hardening tip and grazing it with his teeth, smiling against the tender flesh each time Harry whimpered or groaned. Finally, when it seemed as if the tension that was building up in Harry was on the precipice of snapping like a rubber band, Neville let up, sucking against his nipple one last time before releasing it with a pop. 

A drawn-out moan escaped from Harry's lips and Nev smiled at the sound of it, grinning when his head dropped back onto the coverlet and he closed his eyes, looking deliciously sated as he did so. However, having finally gotten a taste, Neville found that his need for Harry was stronger now than ever before and he leaned down to roughly reclaim his mouth. The kiss was so heated he wasn't even aware that he'd slid back between Harry's thighs until he felt the press of them around his waist. 

And so it was with great effort that he finally managed to pull himself away, resting his forehead lightly against Harry's as he anxiously whispered, "I need you to do something for me, baby."

"Anything," Harry murmured, eyes hooded and blown out with yearning as his hands returned to Nev's arse and he bucked his hips, causing their pricks to rut against each other once more. 

The sensation was enough to momentarily derail Neville's train of thought and he gripped onto Harry's hips, stilling them so that he could concentrate on regaining his faculties. Pressing a chaste kiss against Harry's lips so that he wouldn't worry about having done something wrong, Nev softy rubbed their noses together and cleared his throat.

"I have... dominant tendencies," he murmured, faltering when Harry's eyes widened and filled with need. Taking a steadying breath, he closed his own eyes so that he'd better be able to focus and quietly soldiered on. "Because of that, I sometimes get carried away and become more rough during sex than I intend to be. Normally I'm very good about reining myself in, but I have wanted you for so long that I'm afraid I'm going to get lost in the moment and wind up hurting you. Not because I want to hurt you—I don't! More so because I'm worried that I'll push you too far, too quickly. So, I need you to promise that you will tell me if you start to become uncomfortable or if you want me to stop. Okay? Can you do that for me, baby?"

Finally opening his eyes, Neville looked down into Harry's, afraid of what he'd find in them. But rather than the fear or hesitation that he'd been concerned about, he instead found them brimming with desire. A smile played at the corners of Harry's lips as he curiously asked, "When you say you become rough and you think you'll push me too far, are you talking about the things you want to do to me, or are you talking about the size of your cock?"

Neville's blood heated at the forwardness of Harry's question and he had to clear his throat before he finally managed to reply, "I suppose it's a little bit of the former, although I'd never do anything unorthodox without talking to you and testing the waters first. Mostly, however, I was talking about my Prince Albert. Most of my partners have enjoyed the sensation it adds, but I can take my piercing out if it becomes too uncomfortable for you. Unfortunately... there's not much I can do about my size." Flushing crimson as he finished his explanation, Nev cleared his throat before asking once more, "So, will you promise to let me know if you need me to stop?"

"I promise," Harry said with a nod. He allowed Nev only a moment or two of relief before cheekily smiling as he brazenly continued, "However, there is something you probably need to know about me before we continue."

"What's that?" Neville asked, unable to hide the curiosity as it tugged at his brow. 

Leaning in, Harry kissed along the shell of his ear, before grinning as he huskily murmured into it, "I like unorthodox... and I love having my boundaries pushed."