Painted Stars

The confession stripped the last of Neville's restraint bare and, unable to hold himself back any longer, he slid one arm beneath Harry's arse and palmed it as he wrapped the other about his waist, pinning their bodies together. Then, in one swift movement, he rolled over and reversed their positions, humming appreciatively at the sight of Harry completely nude and straddling his hips. 

"You're so fucking sexy," he said, voice strained with desire. Then, desperate to feel more contact, he flexed his hips and reached down. Taking Harry's prick into his hand, Neville smoothed his thumb over its aching knob and slowly began to stroke. A startled look creased Harry's brow and a moan escaped his lips as he instinctively began to roll his hips, grinding and rutting his arse against the bulge tenting Nev's silk pyjama bottoms. 

"That's it, baby," Neville ground out, watching through hooded lids as he picked up the pace, continuing his pleasurable ministrations. Finally, when the precum that had formed at the tip of Harry's cock had begun to stream down and pool upon Neville's abs, he smacked Harry's arse and silkily murmured, "Help me out of these trousers. I want to see those rosy lips wrapped around my cock." 

As if the only thing he'd been waiting for was permission, Harry quickly jumped into action. Dismounting from Neville's lap, he crawled down to the foot of the bed and pulled the satiny fabric off of Nev's body in one swift movement before throwing it onto the floor. Lying down between his legs, butterflies tumbled through Harry's stomach at the realisation that he wasn't simply being allowed to look at Neville's cock, but rather was being actively encouraged to—and glancing up coyly, he did just that, a flush staining his cheeks at the sight that met him.

At some point while Harry had been stripping off his pyjamas, Nev had raised himself up on one elbow and was watching him with unchecked desire as his massive prick lay resting against one muscular thigh. Long and thick, it was uncut and far larger than any other cock that Harry had seen—save for possibly in an adult film or two—and the mere thought of such a huge rod pressing against his prostate caused Harry to thrust against the coverlet and moan. 

Glancing back up to look at Neville, he flushed when their eyes met and relaxed a little as the handsome blond smiled and gave him an encouraging nod. Reaching out slowly, Harry gasped as his fingers finally wrapped around Nev's silken length and, feeling more emboldened by the contact, he drew them up and down. Groaning at his touch, Neville thrust his hips forward, causing the foreskin to draw back past the head of his cock and fully expose the silver ring threaded through its tip. 

"See something you like?" he asked thickly, and Harry nodded in response, flushing at the raw need that seemed to be radiating off Neville in waves, which in turn was causing his own to surge in response. No longer content with just gliding his fingers back and forth over Nev's shaft, Harry leaned in and began kissing a heated trail up Neville's thigh towards his groin. Pausing once he'd reached his prick, Harry looked up and held Nev's gaze as he slowly slid his tongue up the underside of his length.

"Fuck yes!" Neville groaned and reached out. Sinking his fingers into Harry's hair, he held his head in place and thrust his cock deeper into the wet heat of his mouth. Harry gagged as his knob began to press against the back of his throat and, concerned by this, Nev relented and loosened his hold to allow him to come back up for air. The look of pure lust in Harry's gorgeous green eyes as they rose to meet his was quite nearly Nev's undoing. Even more challenging was the way that he had to struggle at regaining his composure as Harry slowly lifted his head and released his prick, a thread of moisture trailing from his opened lips to the ring at its tip. However, even as desire raged through Neville's body, his main concern was for the comfort and safety of the man resting between his thighs, and he reached down and softly stroked Harry's hair.

"I'm sorry, baby," he said in a gentle tone, and his voice was touched by worry as he asked, "Was I too rough?"

"No," Harry breathed, his cheeks pink as he leaned forward and wrapped his lips around the head of Neville's cock, swirling his tongue around its piercing for a moment before releasing it once more. "I've just never felt anything like this ring before and the unexpected sensation caused me to choke."

"Oh," Neville breathed, too stunned to say anything else. 

"Can I try again?" Harry asked, and even as he posed the question, he dipped his head and ran his lips up and down Nev's shaft.

Moaning, Neville nodded and pulled Harry's hair back, securing it into a bun with his fist, before clearing his throat and asking, "Would it help if I told you what to do?"

"Yes," Harry breathed. And even though the way that he was already working Nev's rod seemed to contradict his answer, Neville cleared his throat and willingly obliged. 

"First, you need to relax your jaw," he murmured, guiding his cock back into Harry's mouth until it was just barely pressed against his throat. He could feel the moment that Harry did as he'd been told and moaned as his prick pressed past Harry's uvula and deeper down into the back of his throat. "Good boy..." he praised, rendered breathless by the muffled whimper he both heard and felt in reply. After taking a moment to compose himself, he tightened his grip on Harry's hair and slowly guided his head up and down, careful as he finally began to work his throat. Feeling more than hearing the small gasp of distress as it tightened around his cock, Neville paused and looked down to find an alarmed tightness at the corner of Harry's eyes. 

"Don't panic, baby," he murmured in a soothing voice. "Just remember to breathe through your nose—in as my cock withdraws, and out as I push it back in."

After a few moments, he was able to watch as Harry's tension melted away, replaced by a heavy-lidded look of bliss as he reached down and, lifting his own hips, began to stroke his cock to the same pace of the one in his throat. 

"That's it, baby," Nev breathed, then moaned as he said, "Good job."

Pleasure coiled and settled in the pit of his stomach and, as it did, his measured control began to slip. No longer content with simply guiding Harry's mouth up and down, Neville suddenly found himself thrusting in and out of it as well, picking up the pace as he roughly fucked the tight confines of Harry's throat. 

"Oh my fucking God, Harry," Nev groaned as he thrashed against the sheets, gritting his teeth as he continued, "Fuuuck, that feels so fucking good!" 

Glancing down, he found that his mind was so fogged by pleasure that he was no longer able to tell if the expression on Harry's face was one of desire or strain and he loosened his grip. Letting go of his fistful of hair, Nev instead lightly stroked Harry's cheek.

"Tap my thigh once if you're okay and twice if you need me to stop. Alright, baby?" he murmured heatedly, watching closely for Harry's response.

After a moment or two, Harry forced his head further down and rutted his prick against the sheets as he choked around Neville's cock, causing a dizzying tightening of his throat as he followed Nev's instructions and lightly tapped once against his thigh. 

Relief surged through Neville's chest and he collapsed back onto the bed, closing his eyes. As he lay there enjoying the pleasure that Harry seemed so determined to give, Nev was hit by the realisation that he couldn't think of a single time in his life that he had ever felt as good as he did in that moment, and he was suddenly overtaken by the overwhelming need to give the same pleasure to the incubus resting between his thighs.

Tapping twice against his shoulder, Neville grinned at how quickly Harry had taken to the non-verbal cues as he replaced his mouth with his palm and looked up with a quizzical tilt of the brow.

"Did I do something wrong?" he asked nervously, and flushed at the rapturous grin received in reply. 

"Not at all," Nev said with a shake of the head as he sat up. Leaning forward, he hooked a finger beneath Harry's chin and guided him forward until their lips collided in a hungry kiss. Then, when he'd finally finished stealing Harry's breath away, he leaned back and fixed him with a molten stare. 

"On your hands and knees, love," he murmured. He brushed a thumb across Harry's kiss-swollen lips as he heatedly continued, "It's my turn to taste you."

A shiver ran down Harry's spine at the command and he leaned up to greedily collect another kiss before he drew himself up onto his knees and, giving Nev one final molten stare, turned around. As he came to face the glittering wonderland outside, the only thing on his mind was the man currently repositioning behind him and, unable to best his curiosity, Harry snuck a glance back over his shoulder. 

A warming rush of endorphins shot through his veins and he flushed as he caught sight of Nev, kneeling back on his haunches with his legs spread wide, perfectly showcasing his incredible cock—a cock which he was slowly stroking as he bit into his full lower lip and admired Harry's arse and newly exposed hole. Rising up, his length briefly rubbed against Harry's thigh as he leaned over and pressed down between the centre of his shoulder blades, urging Harry to bend forward, arms splayed above his head with his chest and one cheek pressed to the bed, as his arse remained poised in the air. 

"Perfect," Neville uttered, and he spoke the word so softly that Harry wasn't sure if the compliment had even been intended to reach his ears. Then, rather suddenly, he spanked both globes of Harry's arse, one after the other, causing him to cry out in anguished delight, before gingerly smoothing his palms over the freshly pink skin in a soothing caress.  

"You like that, baby?" he murmured, and there was a threatening quality to his already sexy voice that caused Harry's toes to curl and his head to nod frantically in the affirmative. Smiling, Nev bent down and kissed his hip, practically purring as he asked, "Do you want more?"

"Yes," Harry gasped as he shivered and balled the linens up in his fists.

"Yes, what?" Neville spoke softly and the steel of his voice caused Harry's blood to sing as he  realised exactly what it was that Nev was asking for. 

Taking a steadying breath, he practically vibrated with need as he rocked his hips back and boldly answered, "Yes, sir."

"Mmm. You're such a good boy," Nev said appreciatively, and the next time his palm connected with Harry's flesh, the impact was much harsher than the first, stirring Harry to bite into the linens and moan. He spanked Harry roughly and repeatedly, tenderly stroking his skin between each strike, until both of his cheeks glowed a rosy shade of red and were warm to the touch. Then, spotting the wet spot which was forming on the coverlet directly beneath his cock, Neville bent forward, parted Harry's tender cheeks, and swept the flat of his tongue over his little pink star. 

"Fuck me!" Harry cried out and gasped.

"Patience," Neville murmured with a chuckle, before leaning back in. Wrapping one hand around Harry's cock, he brought the other up and slowly began massaging two fingers against Harry's eager hole, all the while flicking his tongue back and forth along the underside of his bollocks. When Harry was so worked up that he had finally begun to tremble and writhe against the bed, Neville relented and slid two fingers deep inside him, curling them against his prostate again and again. 

"Please, Nev!" Harry cried out in ecstasy, stoking Neville's own desire. "I'm so fucking close!"

The exclamation was so sexy that Nev discovered his own prick had begun to leak and he found himself having to fight off the urge to sink it roughly into Harry's warm body. Leaning forward, he spread a trail of kisses up Harry's spine and shoulder before lightly brushing his lips across Harry's neck.

"How would you rather come?" he murmured hotly. "On my fingers or my cock?"

"On your cock," Harry answered immediately. Whimpering and trembling, he pressed his hips back and continued, "Definitely on your cock."

Wrapping one arm around Harry's chest and shoulders, Nev straightened until they were both sitting upright before slowly withdrawing his fingers. Then, sliding both hands onto Harry's hips, he ground his cock against Harry's arse. 

"Mmm... good answer," he murmured hotly, lips brushing against Harry's shoulder, before he sobered and his voice took on an imposing tone. "In that case, I am going to sit back against the headboard, and, once I've done so, you are going to turn around and climb up onto my lap. Understood?" he instructed in a rich and commanding tone. 

Harry nodded enthusiastically and turned his head, watching over his shoulder in rapt fascination as Nev slid up the bed and fluffed a couple of pillows which he then leaned back against and, giving him a look that caused Harry's prick to ache, patted his thigh. Determined not to waste a single second, Harry scrambled around, crawling up the bed after him, and did exactly as he'd been instructed: straddling Neville's hips as he settled atop his lap.

"Good job, baby," Neville hummed and Harry warmed beneath his admiration. 

Reaching out, he curled a hand around the back of Harry's neck and pulled him in until their lips were brushing together in a slow and intimate dance. The contact caused Harry to moan and wrap his arms around Neville's neck before tightening his legs around his hips. Harry then began to rock his own hips back and forth as their kiss deepened, whimpering as their cocks connected and slid back and forth against each other. 

He had become so distracted by the sensation of their bodies colliding, that it didn't initially register when Neville reached over to the nightstand, picked up his wand, and pressed the tip of it against his hole. In fact, it wasn't until Nev was whispering the incantation against his lips and a warm rush of liquid coated the ring of muscles at his centre that it even began to sink into Harry's mind what was happening. However, the moment he felt fingers slide between his cleft and begin to work the lube into his body, realisation hit and Harry let out a satisfied moan. 

"That's it, love," Neville murmured, kissing Harry's shoulder as he continued slowly sliding his fingers in and out. "Open yourself up for me."

Unable to formulate any coherent response, Harry simply nodded and closed his eyes. He became lost in the sensation and, after a beat, he tangled his fingers into Neville's unruly curls, tugging on them for purchase as he slowly began to bounce up and down. As his body began to relax, Nev curled his free hand around both of their cocks and slowly began to pump them together, causing Harry to gasp and pick up the pace.

"Yes, baby... Just like that," Neville panted and groaned. Then, after a few more moments of delicious teasing, he leaned forward and kissed Harry roughly, nodding towards the nightstand when their lips finally parted. "If you open that drawer and reach inside, you should find a box of..." But his words cut off suddenly, and he momentarily froze, before dropping his head to Harry's shoulder with an anguished groan.

"What? What's the matter?" Harry asked, panicked by this sudden change in demeanour. Relaxing his grip on Nev's hair, he stroked it soothingly and kissed his temple before worriedly asking, "Baby, what's wrong?"

"I didn't know you'd be here," Nev keened in a tortured voice before bringing his beautiful blue eyes up to meet Harry's and softly saying, "All of my condoms are at home."

"Oh..." Harry murmured, melting a little at the pitiful look etched into Neville's handsome face. HIV and AIDS were still new enough to the Wizarding community that no particular spell had yet been created to fight them, and condoms had gradually found their way into the younger generations' bedrooms. Especially in the case of queer men. Quieting for a moment, Harry considered their conundrum, and then softly murmured, "I don't have any STIs. I received a clean bill of health at my last physical six months ago, and I haven't been with anyone in over a year... How about you?"

Nev looked slightly confused, but shook his head and murmured, "I came up clean just before the fall term began. In fact, it's been roughly the same length of time for me."

Even after the confession, he continued to look at Harry as though he was perplexed, and so Harry cleared his throat before nervously stammering, "Well... i-if you're clean and I'm clean... then there's really nothing to stop us from... being together."

Neville's look of confusion melted away, replaced instead by one of stunned wonder, and his voice was thick with emotion as he softly asked, "You'd let me inside of you without a condom?"

Flushing crimson at the way Neville had said the word "inside", Harry nodded and softly stroked the hair at the base of his skull.

"Yes," he breathed and then shyly smiled as he continued, "I mean, I've never had sex without one before, but, with you? Of course, I would."

"Why?" Neville asked, and Harry could tell by the vulnerable look in his eyes that whatever was going to happen between them next hinged on his reply. So, deciding there was no point in starting their relationship off with a lie, he threw caution to the wind and gently ran his fingers through Neville's hair as he sweetly replied. "Because, I never want there to be any barriers between us again."

His answer unleashed a torrent of emotions within Neville, and suddenly Harry found himself being wrapped up in Nev's arms, their mouths colliding as he was quickly spun around and pushed onto his back. Settling between his thighs, Neville took one last slow pull from his lips before inching away and gazing longingly into Harry's eyes.

"Neither do I," he tenderly murmured. Cupping Harry's cheek with one hand, Nev reached down and repositioned his cock with the other, slowly dragging his piercing up and down against Harry's slick entrance as he softly murmured, "You're sure?"

Harry immediately nodded and moaned, gripping onto Neville's firm arse and grinding against his cock as he desperately begged, "Yes. Please!"

"As you wish," Nev murmured. The way he said those three little words reminded Harry of another strapping blond and a rush of desire coursed through his veins as he pictured Nev in all black, declaring his love. 

However, all coherent thought was quickly swept away as Neville gently rocked his hips forward and his knob, as well as the piercing at its tip, pressed past the ring of muscles at Harry's centre and into his body. The sudden feeling of fullness stole Harry's breath away and he froze, looking up at Nev with wide, panicked eyes. 

"Do we need to stop?" Nev asked, voice strained as he stilled and looked down at Harry with a conflicting combination of pleasure and worry. 

"No," Harry wheezed, and then gasped as he continued, "You're just so big."

Nodding his understanding, Neville coloured prettily and tenderly stroked Harry's hair.

"I need you to breathe for me, baby," he murmured thickly as he gently pulled back his hips. Resting his forehead against Harry's, he softly brushed a kiss across his lips and quietly continued, "It'll help you relax and you'll find it easier to take me. Can you do that for me?"

Harry whimpered and nodded, then closed his eyes and slowly dragged in a deep lungful of air. 

"That's it," Nev murmured encouragingly. "Deep breaths in, hold them for a few seconds, and then deep breaths out." 

Focusing on the soothing sound of Neville's voice, Harry closed his eyes and did exactly as he was told. Deep breath in. Hold. Deep breath out. Deep breath in. Hold. Deep breath out. And as he did so, he found that his body was indeed gradually uncoiling. When it finally felt as if he might sink through the mattress and onto the floor below, he slowly blinked his eyes open and brought them back up to meet Neville's. 

"Alright?" Nev asked sweetly, continuing to stroke his hair. 

Harry smiled timidly in response and readied his nerves, then nodded and softly replied, "Alright."

At that, Neville thrust forward once more, slowly pressing deeper the second time than he had the first. Harry's initial discomfort suddenly gave way and transformed, blossoming into pleasure that rippled through his body and caused him to moan as Nev's piercing stroked deliciously against his prostate. 

"More," Harry whimpered and gasped, looking down between their bodies as Neville rolled his hips, slowly sliding in and out of his body with measured care. With each stroke, Harry's pleasure grew, and it wasn't long until he reached out and clung to Nev's arse, urging him to press deeper as he huskily cried, "I want to feel all of you."

"Fuck, baby," Neville groaned. Winding his hips, he leaned down to roughly claim Harry's lips. As their mouths collided, he settled one hand onto Harry's hip and reached out with the other, using the headboard for leverage as he gradually began to pick up speed and deepen his strokes. With each press of his hips, Harry cried out in ecstasy against his lips, tightening around his cock, and causing Nev's own satisfaction to grow. Drawn closer to climax with every dizzying thrust, their bodies melded together and the cabin was quickly filled with a symphony of moans and sighs. 

As Nev's piercing rolled more insistently back and forth against his prostate, Harry's heart began to race, pumping his veins full of what felt like liquid sunshine as a rush of heat spread throughout his limbs. Arching his back up off the bed, he cried out as Neville grabbed onto his hips and held him still as he drove his cock repeatedly in and out in a relief-seeking frenzy. Pleasure suddenly peaking, Harry was gripped by an intense wave of euphoria unlike anything he had ever felt before and, disoriented by ecstasy, he held tight to Nev and came. 

"That's it, baby," Neville murmured softly, gingerly lowering Harry back into the bed as his body trembled and shook. Slowing the pace of his thrusts, Nev continued tenderly making love to Harry, guiding him through the aftershocks of ecstasy and leaning in to spread delicate kisses across his lips and jaw. As their bodies rocked against each other, pleasure once again began to lap at Harry's senses and he let out a contented sigh. 

"Don't stop," he quietly groaned, pulling against Neville's curls and squeezing tight around his prick as he restlessly murmured, "It's your turn. Let me feel you come."

A ruddy flush burst across Neville's cheeks and he dropped his eyes to where he was buried inside of Harry, sliding in and out of him a few times before raising his gaze up with a satisfied smile, "Alright, handsome. But first, I want to watch you ride my cock. Hold tight."

As soon as Harry's arms had slid around his shoulders, Nev pivoted and rolled over, smiling at the slightly wild look that danced in his mossy eyes as he settled atop his lap. Then, leaning in, he stole another kiss before sitting back against the pillows and massaging Harry's thighs. The contact stoked Harry's desire and, as if he was unable to wait a single moment longer, he reached down and palmed his bollocks, drawing them up so that Nev would have a better view as he eagerly began pumping his hips. 

Harry's action had the desired effect, and he couldn't help but wink as Neville's lips parted and for the first time since carrying Harry into the bedroom, he was rendered completely and utterly speechless. With each stroke, Nev lost a little more control, grasping at Harry's hips and pistoning his own roughly up, desperate for release. 

The frenzied pace which they had set, paired with the incredible sensation of Neville's piercing rubbing his prostate, soon caused Harry's prick to harden, rubbing back and forth across the sculpted set of abdominal muscles between his thighs. Better yet was the feeling of tightness that squeezed around his shaft as Nev reached out and took it in his hand, causing Harry to groan when he began to stroke it in time with each thrust. It wasn't long before the mirrored stroking of his prostate and cock overwhelmed Harry, and he cried out, shaking with pleasure as his arse tightened and come shot out of his rod, flowing down Nev's fist and settling in a warm pool on his stomach. 

"Merlin, Harry," Nev murmured as his eyes slowly travelled over every inch of the raven-haired god who sat panting astride his lap. "I don't think I've ever seen anything as beautiful as you when you're coming undone."

Harry pinked beneath his worship then gasped as Neville withdrew from inside of him. He then watched, hypnotised, as Nev ran his fingers over his abdomen and scooped up the come that had spilled there. Easing Harry up with his free hand, Nev then reached between his thighs and spread it along his centre like lube, before thrusting back inside. They both moaned in unison, as Neville reached out and held Harry's hips still, roughly and repeatedly trusting up into his body as he took him from below. 

"Fuck baby," he groaned, looking up at Harry in open wonder. "I'm so close... fuuuck, I'm going to come!"

Harry warmed at the urgency in Nev's voice and nodded enthusiastically as he murmured, "Come for me, baby... fill me up!"

Dragged over the edge by Harry's heated plea, Neville's body trembled with the intensity of his orgasm, and he felt as though he was being pulled apart at the seams then slowly stitched back together by the man above him. As he felt a sudden tightening in his bollocks, he pulled Harry down, wrapping him tight in his arms and devouring his lips as he rolled his hips and shot every last drop of come inside of him. 

Collapsing onto the bed, his body shook with adrenaline and he gasped for air. Nev felt himself gradually calming as Harry laid on top of him, stroking his hair and spreading tender kisses across his face, neck, and shoulders. When his heartbeat had finally settled to a relatively normal pace, and his limbs didn't feel quite so much like pudding, Nev slid one arm around Harry's waist, holding him close, and tilted his chin up, brushing their lips together in an adoring caress. As their lips finally parted, he smiled at the pink staining Harry's cheeks and softly reached up to trace its path. 

"Blimey, you're perfect," he mused in hushed adoration. Searching Harry's eyes as he wondered aloud, "What on earth did I do to deserve you?"

Harry's heart burst at the question and a dazzling smile lit up his face. It was as if Nev had taken the words right out of his mouth. He thought of how lucky he was to have met Neville in the first place. Timid and sweet, with a fierceness he'd kept hidden from the world. How even after all the suffering and loss he had endured, Neville still was the kindest person he'd ever met. Not even war had managed to change that about him. He had remained brave and selfless, always putting others before his own needs. And while Harry had thought he was cute when they'd first met, at some point he had grown to be so handsome that all other men paled beneath his light. As thoughts of Neville filled his mind, Harry leaned in to press a kiss against his neck then laid his head upon his shoulder and released a contented sigh, unable to recall the last time that he'd been so happy. 

A few moments had passed since he'd posed the question and Nev was laying still, relaxed. With his hands resting atop Harry's lower back and arse, he was simply enjoying the feeling of Harry's fingertips as they softly traced along the borders of his tattoos. So it came as quite the surprise when Harry glanced up and with a flirty grin, cheekily asked, "I have a question, Professor. Would you like me to supply you that list in the form of an essay or would you prefer that I recite it aloud?"