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Albus had thought a few more weeks would be easy. After all he'd been dreaming about his dad for years. But Merlin had he been wrong. It hadn't even been four days and he couldn't get the thought of how his dad had looked going down on him out of his head.
”Shit..." Albus mumbled realizing his thoughts had made, his now constant semi, just a bit harder where he knew he couldn't ignore it.
"Language Al." Ginny said absent-mindedly without even looking up from her book.
Albus glanced around at the rest of his family in the room. Lily was making something, Merlin only know what it was supposed to be and James was on his cell phone. A muggle device that their dad had gotten them. Albus never really used his except for pictures. It was really convenient for that. An idea popped into his head. A wonderful, brilliant, devilish idea. His favorite kind.
Albus went to his room and locked the door. He knew his dad was in the basement brewing and wasn't to be disturbed but he would have his phone on him. He always did. 'For emergencies' he said. Al was pretty sure this was one.
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Harry's phone buzzed in his apron pocket just as he finished adding the rest of the boomslang skin to his cauldron. He gave it two more stirs and had to wait 30 minutes before adding anything else so he decided to check his phone. Usually it's Hermione sending him some muggle politics or a deadline he needed to meet for work. So when he saw Albus’ name he panicked immediately, afraid something was wrong.
New message: Albus
Hi.
Reply...
Relief flooded him that his son was okay but Harry didn't even know what to say back. He had been working trying to keep Albus out of his head but it didn't seem like Al was willing to let that happen.
Before Harry could send a response another new message popped up on his screen. But this time it was a picture. Of Albus.
He was shirtless, piercings on display; his hand was down his pants, obviously touching himself.
New message: Albus
I can't stop thinking about you....
"Jesus..." Harry knew this whole thing was a bloodly awful idea but he was secretly counting down the days until he could get Albus alone again. If no one else was home he'd go upstairs right this second and have his son underneath him.
Reply: Tell me.
Albus didn't know if he coud type all the things he wanted to say. It would take too long. He grabbed his wand to cast a privacy charm and dialed Harry's contact.
Albus didn't wait for his dad to say anything before he let every thought in his head flow out.
"Dad. I'm so fucking hard. It hurts.... aches. I need you touching me. Your hands, your mouth. Oh gods... You know exactly where I need you, I don't know if I can wait. FFF-uck.....” Albus was stroking himself the entire time he was speaking but it didn't seem to be building his orgasm any closer, he just felt more horny and agitated. He needed.... more.
”Al... Christ." Harry was now seriously considering going to his son's room. He hadn't been this sex crazed since his own youth but it was a feeling he hadn't realized he had missed.
"Daddy.....” Albus whined. "I know you said to wait... I'm trying to be good..."
Holy fuck... "Shhh. Al.... You are good, so good for me.” Harry shoved his own hand into his trousers and gripped himself. He was dying to touch him, smell him, taste him.
"Do you want me to tell you what to do?"
Albus moaned into the phone in his left hand and rubbed himself with his right. "Please..."
"Please what?" Harry knew it was depraved but he wanted to hear exactly what Albus wanted.
"Please daddy... Please tell me what to do. How to touch myself." Albus whined. His whole body was keyed up, vibrating with need.
"Take off everything and lay down on your bed. You're going to get yourself nice and open..... Just like I will before I fuck you."
Shit...
Harry wasn't sure where all of this was coming from. Sure, he had thought about it, almost exclusively since Albus asked him, but saying it out loud is another thing all together.
"I'm ready Daddy. Tell me what to do next." Albus was laying on his bed, naked. Knees up, feet flat on the mattress, lube ready. He figured until he could have his dad this would have to do. He had fingered himself more times than he could remember but his dad didn't know that, and playing innocent worked before.
"So good for me Albus." Harry unzipped his trousers to get more comfortable. "I want you to touch your nipples for me, can you do that?"
"Yes.... feels good." Albus closed his eyes and tried to remember how his dad had looked licking them. Worshipping them like he couldn't get enough.
"Oh Al... Want to touch you so bad." Harry whispered through gritted teeth, almost too low for Albus to hear. "Do you have lube?"
"Mhmm." Albus stopped toying with his piercing and reached out blindly for the bottle.
"Want you to do what I'm doing okay? Wrap your hand around your cock, but don't move yet. Just hold it right there."
"Fuck... You're... are you really touching yourself?" Albus almost couldn't picture it. His dad that affected by him that he wouldn't carry on with his potions... Maybe he wasn't imagining how much his dad seemed to enjoy the other day...
Harry was shocked, Al really didn't know how much he wanted him. "Of course I am Al... Wasn't that your point of sending me that photo?"
Albus felt his cheeks heat with blood. "Yes... Well, I wanted you to be as desperate for me as I am for you."
Harry couldn't deny it had worked. He was ready to take his son away tonight, right now even, but it would have to wait... He needed a whole weekend at least to do this right.
"I am... Want to taste you so bad baby."
Albus moaned. "Please daddy... want you inside me."
"Yeah Al, use your fingers for me baby. Show me how you touch yourself."
Albus took the lube and squeezed some onto his fingers. He pressed his slick fingers against his rim and pushed slightly. This was always his least favorite part. He'd rather be open too much than not at all. Impatiently he slotted two fingers inside himself and curled them just so, the tips of his fingers brushing against his prostate. "Ahhh." He whimpered, adjusting to the intrusion and the pleasure.
"Are you wet for me baby?" Harry's hand faltered on his downward stroke thinking of his son's tight heat waiting for him.
"Yeah dad. Fuckk... So wet... Want you inside me, never had anything as big as you before." Albus said truthfully but timidly.
"What have you had in there before baby?"
Albus blushed. "My fingers... Your tongue and...." He bit his lip. "My plug."
Holy shit.
Harry swallowed hard, his mouth filling with saliva just thinking about his son using a plug on himself. Other slytherins were such a bad influence on him clearly. Pierced nipples and a butt plug. He shook his head and squeezed his cock.
"Bloody hell Al... Is that all?"
Albus felt so humiliated and turned on, he thought he might combust.
"Uhh.... Yes daddy." Holy shit, holy shit. He just admitted to his dad he was a virgin. He had hinted at it last time but now he couldn't take it any other way
Harry felt so fucked up in his head, the things he wanted to say and do.... he still needed to have a serious conversation with him and discuss everything.
"Hh-how many fingers are you using baby?"
"Th-ree...but you would do it so much better..." Albus added more lube hoping that his dad could hear how ready he was, he felt absolutely feral with want. He had never felt that way before.
"So good for me Al... My Albus." Harry cooed, knowing how much his son loved being praised.
"Fuck. I'm so empty without you Daddy." He moaned, arching his back and reaching his arm as far as he could between his legs to reach deeper inside himself. The angle was so annoying and with cramping his muscles. He started to stroke his dick but paused.
"A-are you still touching yourself daddy?"
Harry almost choked it was almost like Albus could see him. "Ahh, yes baby. I'm so close. Thinking about you makes me feel so good." He admitted.
"Can I touch myself the same way as you? I need to cum so bad..."
Asking for permission was so hot. Harry had never thought it could be but he was quickly seeing the appeal.
"Of course darling, want you to cum while thinking of me... Wish I could see your face."
Albus took himself in hand. "Keeep talking please. Love your voice, drives me crazy."
Harry blushed at the compliment, not that he hadn't heard it before. His 'Auror's in training' students loved to gossip about all the teachers, but he had never paid any attention to it. Never considered the passes or advances towards him, never had anything like this current obsession with his son.
He wished he knew what Albus would want to hear but he just had to guess at this point.
"Want you so much baby. Haven't stopped thinking about you. Thinking about how beautiful you are." Harry huffed out as he stroked himself with more urgency than he had all night.
"You're being so good, so perfect for me. Keeping me entertained while we both wait until our weekend. Going to be so amazing baby. Just you and me. Do anything you want me to do."
"Yesss daddy. Need to cum, let me cum!"
Harry could hear the motion of Albus' hand, and the desperation in his voice. He noted this for later, Albus wanted to be controlled, told what to do, possibly delayed or denied pleasure, but right now they needed relief.
"Yes, Cum for me baby! So good for me Al. Cum with me, ah..."
"I'm cumming..." Albus' voice was strained and broken.
Harry's orgasm took over his thoughts, remembering putting his mouth on Albus for the first time just a few days ago, tasting their mixed pleasure. He slumped against his desk trying to catch his breath before using a cleaning charm on himself.
Albus chuckled laying boneless; high on endorphins. "That was bloody brilliant..." His cum was cooling on his stomach, he thought about his dad licking it clean and his spent dick gave a twitch.
"You're brilliant Al." Harry spoke gently. He was always soppy after an orgasm.
Albus didn't know how to take that compliment from his dad. It had never been this easy to connect to him before. He knew that he needed to have a longer conversation about what they were actually doing, but honestly he was trying hard not to think too much about that, in fear that his dad would tell him they couldn't do it again.
There was silence for a few moments then Al decided he should get off the phone before he said something crazy that would ruin everything.
He cleared his throat. "I should probably clean up, supposed to go see Scorp later."
"Okay baby."
Albus' heart fluttered at the pet name. He could still hear his dad breathing and his heart clenched. He didn't want to leave.
"You go first..."
Harry smiled and shook his head. "Never going to do that."
How ever unconventional this new relationship with his son was, his top priority with all his children was that he was always there for them. That was one reason he and Ginny had stayed together even after they realized they weren't in love anymore. They had agreed they both could see other people but Harry had never really tried. He was content with his life, his family. Even Ginny. Even though the attraction had faded, he still loved her and everything they had survived together.
"I love you." Albus said quickly and ended the call. His heart started racing. Why the fuck did I just say that??