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James missed his fiancée. He’d been away—Dumbledore’s orders, always Dumbledore’s orders and Voldemort’s, well, bullshit, keeping him from Lily. It wasn’t fair to put Dumbledore on equal footing as Voldemort, but James was tired, and Lily’s absence a wound that’d begun to fester.
Reunion was sweet. Beautiful dark red, bright green, her sweet, low voice and fake admonishment. He loved her. He tasted her lips for the first time in a week and had to blink away tears before they separated, a good portion of the Order in the room with them. She held his hands, both, in both of hers during the debrief, grip claw-like. She dragged him upstairs as soon as possible.
“Missed you so much,” Lily said breathlessly, plastering her body to his and kissing his neck. “I need you.”
“Half of the Order is here, love. Let me take you home.”
James had little trouble with public affection, but much concern for Lily being treated with respect. Even within the Order he’d encountered surprise at their engagement—even his parents had been surprised, and they loved Lily. It simply wasn’t the usual way these relationships went.
The usual way would be, politely put, Lily fulfilling his desires.
Which she did.
She undid her halter top and let the small triangles of fabric peel themselves from her breasts, heavy and swaying with her breathing.
“But I need you,” she sighed, her hands back to his chest, his shoulders, a slow, enticing touch.
Her eyes were burning; it seemed true, she needed him. It was not just want, it was need, and James had to do what his fiance needed. He wrapped his hands around her waist, on the stretch of bare skin between her half-stripped top and her mini-skirt. Just the softness of her skin made him groan softly in pleasure; he’d missed her. She was so beautiful, so everything, beautiful and sexy and cute and seductive in that dark, almost frightening way, and, right now, there was something deeply sensuous in the way she carried herself. Lust and love in equal measures, too intermingled to tell one from the other.
Lily trailed a hand down James’ chest as he studied her, to pull his shirt from his trousers, skim the strip of skin above his waistband. James shivered at the touch; he was already hard, had been fighting it since he saw her, but felt himself swell in anticipation of her touch. She cupped him above his trousers and smiled wickedly at the throaty sound James made.
“You need me, too,” she whispered, and James nodded, transfixed by her shining green eyes.
She caressed the side of his face, staring at him with parted lips as she undid his belt buckle with one hand, using a bit of wandless magic. With his belt undone, she undid his trousers and dropped to her knees.
“Oh,” James said simply.
Lily brought her mouth to just above the waistband of his boxers, tip of her tongue dancing over his skin, and James’ cock twitched. Wordless, she licked up the thin trail of hair to his navel and back, nipping at his tender skin before taking his waistband between her teeth and pulling down. James groaned, still enamoured with the sight of her face, her mouth, inches from his cock.
“Yeah,” he said, mouth dry. “Yeah, baby, please.”
Her eyes darted up to his, dark with desire, and she took him in her hand and stroked him.
“I missed you so much,” she said, voice low like she’d said something filthy. “I had so many dreams about this.”
“About—” James paused, his voice higher than he’d expected. “About—”
Lily licked down his shaft and his words disappeared. She kissed her way back up, to the tip, traced over it with her tongue, licking up the precum already leaking out. His length rubbed against her cheek, her nose, as she made tiny noises of pleasure in her exploration. James did what she wanted: let himself enjoy her. Enjoy the sight of Lily on her knees, his cock on her face, her warm, wet mouth teasing him.
“Tell me what you dreamt about,” James insisted.
A slight smile played on her lip, flushed deep pink.
“You’d rather have me talk than suck you off?”
“Tell me,” James said, trying to keep the pleading from his voice.
He wanted to hear it, in her voice, and, this time she listened, lashes fluttering as she said, “I dreamt about getting on my knees and sucking your cock.”
And then she did. She took him in her mouth, enchanting eyes flickering up to his as she took the first inch of him between her lips. Taking him slow, she sucked on his tip, lips plush and slick, little shockwaves jolting through his body with the suction. Love and devotion, and hot, heady desire, all tangled together; he felt every good thing one could feel for Lily. More than anyone had felt before, he’d swear.
Each time he moaned she became more voracious, less able to take her time; her eyes even darker, pupils blown out, emerald to evergreen. Another inch disappeared inside Lily’s beautiful mouth, lavished with her tongue. Another inch, another, all in the lush, wet heat of her mouth. She caved her cheeks in and set a pace, working over him, groaning each time she pressed herself further onto his cock.
Her breasts bounced with her movements, cheeks flushed pink, mouth wet and messy, looking gorgeous as ever with all of her attention on him. She ran her tongue over the underside of his cock, lapped at the tip, hungry. Lily massaged her breast, rolled a nipple between her fingers, making muted, needy sounds.
“Love, pull your skirt up,” James said. “I wanna see—” He could hardly get the words out. “Wanna see how much you love my cock in your mouth.”
Lily moaned around him and obeyed, pulling her knickers down her thighs, holding her skirt up, and exposing her swollen, soaking cunt. James’ jaw clenched. She looked delicious, almost like she’d just been fucked.
“I love how needy you are for me, baby,” James breathed. “S’pretty.”
She pushed herself further into him, her throat squeezing his cockhead, and hummed. Lily loved to need him, loved to feel how much he wanted her, loved to make him feel good. James’ hips jerked forward up their own accord and she let him push himself just a bit deeper, a light sheen of sweat dewing her forehead. It was difficult to decide where to look, Lily—his fiance, he thought, his soon-to-be-wife—was too gorgeous, the flush spreading over her chest, her thighs spread open for him, her perfect mouth on his cock.
“Love you, baby,” James murmured. “So good. So—God—”
Every time his cockhead reached her throat he lost a bit more of his mind. James couldn’t speak, so he stroked her cheek, meeting her wide eyes, looking up at him with an almost worshipful love. With each stroke she took him just a bit deeper, her lips stretching obscenely as she got closer to the base. Lily swallowed and he let out something between a moan and a cry, the way she tightened around his tip, the wet, sloppy sounds of Lily fucking her mouth on his cock, all of it paired with the adoration pouring off of her, too much for him to handle.
“Lily, baby,” James gasped, out of breath like he’d been the one exerting himself. “So pretty like this, feel so fucking good.”
She’d taken him as deep as she ever had, he thought. Maybe. James could barely think with how good he felt, with the wonderful, throbbing pleasure built low in his body, heating his blood, spreading through his body.
James whimpered, fisted her ponytail, barely able to keep his hips from twitching up to push the last inch or so into her mouth. Lily did that herself, making a discomforting sound, but then groaning in satisfaction, vibrating around his cock. It only lasted a moment before she drew back, but it stayed with him, the feeling, the view, her eye make-up smudged, her lips reddened and straining to fit him, the very real, very potent need painting her face.
Lily worked him out of her throat, making wet, lewd sounds, stroking what wasn’t in her mouth. The other was still occupied, keeping her skirt pulled up so he could see her dripping onto the floor. She stroked him firm and slow, his tip nestled on her tongue, between her soft lips. So beautiful. Stunning, she was stunning, indecently so, anyone else who saw her like this would burn up in it; only James could take it.
She sucked on his cockhead, her delicate hand working him over. He cradled her face in his hand, whispered broken praises, “So good, beautiful, need you, love you, please,” as white hot pleasure built everywhere Lily touched.
James cursed as he came, stuttered her name. Lily drew back enough to aim him at her chest, covering her breasts in his come as she licked the first few drops from her lips. James let out a weak groan as he finished spilling out.
“You tasted so good, baby,” she murmured, and took him back in her mouth.
“Lily,” James groaned. She looked so good, so like his, breasts painted in his come, her lips back on him. So devoted. She took his softening cock fully in her mouth; it spasmed, he choked on his breath, everything too sensitive. “I’m going to pass away if you keep doing that.”
Lily took him from her mouth.
“But I love it,” she pouted, licking his tip, little, painfully good zaps coursing through him each time.
“If I get a concussion from hitting my head on the floor you probably won’t be able to enjoy it for at least a day or two.”
She rolled her eyes and kissed him once more before tucking him back into his underwear and standing. Her skirt fell, hiding her arousal, but Lily still looked absolutely filthy, every other mark of their intimacy covering her body. Even if she was perfectly prim and clean, her eyes burned with it. If James hadn't just had an orgasm she could get him hard with just a glance. She had before.
“Happy?” she asked, as if she’d made a concession in leaving his cock to recover.
“Elated,” James murmured, wrapping her in his arms and nipping at her ear. “Euphoric. Enraptured… hm. Oh! Exultant.”
“Alright,” Lily acquiesced, word muffled by his shoulder. “I believe you.”
“Excellent.”
“Enough.”
James grinned, though Lily couldn’t see. He separated them ever so slightly, his shirt sticking to Lily’s chest, and collected the last of his come on his finger to bring to Lily’s lips. She opened her mouth and, when James didn’t move his hand, tilted her head forward to lick his finger clean. It sent a strange rush through James’ chest, Lily’s desire so unabashed. She loved him so much.
“I love you,” James said, voice lowering. “I never imagined you’d want me as much as I want you. Need me.”
“Of course I do.”
He was struggling to express himself, a rarity for James. He took her by the chin, thumb grazing her bottom lip.
“It’s… the way you want me makes me feel loved.”
“Because I love you,” Lily breathed, her speaking barely shifting his thumb.
“I suppose I didn’t know it could be this way until you showed me.”
She blushed, so James kissed the blush, and then her lips, her nose, her forehead. Gently, he opened her mouth, soft pressure on her bottom lip, and kissed her deeply, arm tight around her waist, his own need for her building and overflowing, and endless fount. He pressed their foreheads together, and she smiled.