The Safe Wizards

3: Charlie

Chapter 3: Charlie

Without looking away from Harry's, Charlie gently tugged on his hands, leading the younger man to sit on his lap. He placed his hands on the dark-haired man's lower back as he placed his hands on his freckled pecs. The contact sent shivers to Harry. He felt his cheeks redden, his sex harden and his breathing stop. Charlie tightened his arms until their faces were only inches apart.

"Breathe," he whispered.

The breath that fell on the brunette's lips gave him goosebumps. It took Harry a few moments to realize what Charlie had just said. He took a sudden breath that made him melt even more into the hands on his back. The warmth they gave off made him want to purr. He let an appreciative moan pass his lips as the hands began to move, caressing his skin, leaving a trail of lava wherever they went, electrifying his whole body.

Harry felt awkward, he didn't really know what to do, motionless, shy, he didn't dare move for fear of ruining everything. Charlie's hands were becoming more and more enterprising, going down more and more towards the brown man's boxer shorts.

All rocked when one of the hands of the dragonier left to caress its buttocks. A fulgurating desire ignited Harry who erased the last centimeters between them and posed awkwardly his lips on his fantasy's. The hand of the redhead tightened one moment on the buttock of Harry then started to knead it. Its other hand rested on its nape while the brown tried to move back. Charlie took again the pulpy lips and guided the kiss, making turn the head of Harry so much it was subjugated by the feelings. Harry lost his footing and let his desires guide him. His hands explored the pectoral muscles, the shoulders, the nape of the neck, the hair of the redhead, without ever ending the kiss.

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His hips began to move, rubbing their erections between them. In spite of the barriers of fabrics, the two men groaned of pleasure in their kiss. The intensity rose so quickly between them that Harry felt dizzy. He detached his lips from the dragon rider's and went to bite his collarbone. Charlie groaned under the assault and accentuated the movements of his hips as of his hands. Harry was overflowed by the pleasure, not being able any more to avoid his enjoyment to arrive, he furiously took again the mouth of the dragooner and let himself go in a choked rattle. Lost in the sensations, he had hardly conscious that Charlie accelerated his movements under him, pressing of his hands the basin of the brown downwards and devouring even more his mouth. Suddenly he arched his back and let himself go in his turn. The adrenalin went down slowly and Charlie closed his arms around the brown.

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Harry felt good in this embrace. He suddenly realized how good it felt to have someone to lean on, how much he needed that: someone to be with, someone he could be himself with, show his flaws, and allow himself to be vulnerable. Could Charlie be that person? He didn't know at the moment, but he was willing to try if Charlie wanted him to.

Harry's thoughts gently muted as his lover tenderly stroked his back. He felt himself slowly slipping into the arms of Morpheus, when a movement from Charlie brought him back to himself. The dragon rider had just stood up, keeping him against him, supporting his weight with an arm under his buttocks.

"Where are you going to go like that?" whispered Harry still in a daze.

"In a bed, it will be more comfortable than the chair in the kitchen to sleep," the redhead teased gently.

"Put me down, you're hurt."

Charlie grunted, but didn't answer and complied, trying to hide a grimace of pain. Despite his comatose state, Harry didn't miss it.

"I was pressing on your burn, wasn't I?"

"It was no big deal," Charlie tried to counter, but all he got was a doubtful look from the brunette. So he changed the subject. "Come sleep with me."