Songbird ; Fred Weasley

Ninety

I just realised that in the last chapter, I wrote the name Sebastian instead of Daniel and I have no idea how my brain managed to mix those two names up.

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Mature content

August and I went back inside and said goodnight as he went to his old bedroom, and I went to mine.

My eyes landed on Fred who had been on his stomach when he left, but now he was on his back and had kicked most of the duvet off of his body.

I stepped inside of the room and shut the door behind me. Then I just stood there for a moment and stared at him.

His right hand rested on his stomach, and his left arm rested above his head. When I crawled onto the bed, he moved a little and mumbled something in his sleep. I laid my head against his shoulder and slid my arm over his ribcage, inhaling his scent.

"Where did you go?" he muttered and I lifted my head to see  eyes open but heavy and full of exhaustion.

"I had a nice talk with August." I whispered.

"Hmm?" he smiled weakly and pressed his lips to my forehead. "What did you two talk about?"

"He apologized, and then we talked about his trip to Mauritius."

Fred hummed, running his fingers through my hair before closing his eyes again. I laid my head down again and yawned.

I absently drew my nails across the skin of his stomach. I felt his muscles clench underneath my fingers, and I tilted my head to look up at him.

His eyes were still closed, but a small smile tugged on his lips.

"You okay?" I teased, dragging my nails down to his lower abdomen.

"Uh-huh."

"Yeah?" I whispered and leaned down to suck gently on his neck.

"So okay." He muttered, drawing in a breath when I slid the top of my fingers just below the waistband of his briefs.

I nippled on his neck until he had different red spots across his skin.

Withdrawing my hand from the waistband of his briefs, I ran it back up his stomach and up to his chest.

My tongue came out and lapped at the spot I had just nippled at, and Fred let out a small whimper.

Then I ran my hand down his body again, over his briefs, cupping his already hardening cock through the material.

He turned his head towards me, looking at me through heavy and tired eyes, but there was also heat in them.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered, then moaned as I gently squeezed his cock.

"So are you." I smiled at him and slid my hand underneath his briefs, coming in contact with his bare dick.

He hardened in my hand, and soon he was fully hard and throbbing in my hand.

I stroke him as I stared at his face, noticing the way his eyes shut and his lips parted in pleasure.

Heavy breaths left his mouth, fanning against my forehead, and I kept moving my hand, wanting to get him there.

I moved his briefs out of the way, freeing his cock which was harder than ever and dripping with pre-cum.

I swiped my thumb over the head, then brought my thumb into my mouth, and Fred opened his eyes just a little to see me sucking the drop of cum of the pad of my finger.

I hummed in approval of his taste before I moved down until my mouth was in reach of his erection.

As I wrapped my lips around him, he leaned his head back against his pillow, his features scrunched up in pleasure.