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Fulfilled
Albus' cock stood hard and at attention, jutting out from his stomach into the cool night air of his bedroom. He gave it another round of tugs, but despite the small bead of precum gathering at the red tip he knew just wanking wouldn't be enough. Not after the day that he’d had, where every little thing seemed to jolt his cock to attention.
His last hookup had been a cute wizard he'd met at a club. He'd spent the night grinding against Albus before they went back to his where he'd proceeded to ride him into oblivion, moaning over and over again about how amazing Albus' huge cock felt as it filled him. And while Albus knew there were many more where that bloke came from, the thought of yet another time like that just left him feeling unfulfilled. What he really wanted was to be on the other end. To be filled and stretched and stuffed with a cock.
Albus sighed, reaching down to wrap his fingers around the base of his cock before stroking up, eventually finding a good rhythm. He moaned into the blankets, his cock hard in his hand as he worked himself. Just thinking about being rammed into the mattress was enough to excite him that much further as he ached up into his own hand, slowly speeding up. He wanted more.
And in the privacy of his own room, he could admit to that desire that he would like to bottom - pretty much exclusively if he could.
Ever since he was fifteen when he discovered those omegaverse romance books under Lily's bed, the thought of being full and open and wet has turned him on so much. His memories of fifth year mostly involved him laying naked behind the curtains of his four poster bed, his newly mastered lubrication spell cast on his arse, as he trained himself to be quiet as he fingered his slippery hole.
Albus' toes curled and his hole ached at the memory, excited by the thought and what was to come. He still wasn't of age yet though, and so it wouldn't be as easy as pulling out his wand like when at Hogwarts. He really had to work for it when back home.
He'd tried a potion first. Albus had always been good at potions and thought that if he made the right magical lubricant it would suffice. Using it liberally, he’d applied even more than required, working it (and the various versions he’d modified, invented, and experimented with) into his arse. But transferring it from a potions jar with his fingers to his arsehole never really gave him the feeling he wanted. That sensation coupled with the illusion of being slick enough to take cock naturally, from his own arousal alone.
He'd had a breakthrough not long after. He'd been so horny that he'd managed to cast the lubrication spell - without his wand or the incantation. The feeling had been so unlike anything he’d ever felt before, yet it was exactly what he’d been wanting - being wet and open and ready to be taken. Using his fingers to work himself open Albus brought himself off harder than he could ever remember cumming before and it only took a single thought of the person he wanted most…
"James!" Albus quietly moaned as the feeling of slick filled his arsehole.
Deliberately, with practiced movements, Albus moved his hand down towards the base of his cock before moving to cup his balls. He rolled them for a moment before moving his hand down lower towards his hole as he fingered himself wide open, ready to be fucked deep down into the mattress. His mind trapped in the fantasy of James’ fingers spreading his arse cheeks apart before dipping inside, finding him prepped and slick and stretching him further, going deeper and wider with each new digit as he readied Albus to be filled with his cock.
‘He'd be as big as me,’ Albus thought wildly as he worked himself open. The thought of his brother’s big fat cock fucking him full more than enough to get him going.
It was unsettling at first, knowing thoughts of his brother were making him rock hard with need, and filling his arse with wet warm slick, but it soon became the only thoughts that would turn Albus on that much. Making him cum so hard he saw stars. Thinking of James as Albus fucked himself on his fingers and wondered what would happen if he just opened the door next to his and…
Albus nearly cried out as he hit that sweet spot inside himself and bit his lip just in time. He knew his desires ran deep but he was hardly the first wizard to be turned on by their own relatives. He couldn't be. Wasn't incest and inbreeding common amongst wizards?
Albus nearly let out another moan as slick slid down his fingers anew while he milked himself on them. Fuck, it felt so good. He allowed himself to imagine, just for a moment, that it was James above him, filling him up, milking his cock, whispering things like "I got you," and "it's okay, Al," and "your arse feels amazing."
It was almost enough to send Albus over the edge.
A knock sounded softly on his door.
So softly, Albus didn't hear it over the rush in his ears, the pounding of his heart. The knock came again, slightly louder, jolting his attention this time.
He scrambled, tossing the bed covers over himself and pulling them up as high as he could before turning on his side, leaving his cock and arse sorely abandoned in favor of not getting caught.
The door creaked open. "Al?" James' voice called from the doorway.
Al squeezed his eyes shut. Had he been too loud? He didn't think he'd said a word.
"You awake?" James tried again, calling into the darkness. Al's breath hitched and his cock twitched at the sound of his brother's voice. The next thing he heard was James moving, possibly inside the room now, though Al didn't dare open his eyes to check.
"I, uh," James sounded hesitant as Albus heard the door softly shut behind him. He felt his arse leak onto his sheets, creating more damp spots. His cock demanded attention - so hard now that it was painful. Al could barely focus as James moved closer to his bed.
"I was having an odd dream," his brother continued, his voice now a hair above a whisper. Albus had to strain to hear it. "And then I thought I heard, well - wishful thinking, I suppose - but it woke me up and uh..." James stopped talking, his voice lingering in the room. Albus couldn’t help himself as he let out a small groan.
"Jamie," he said, trying to cover it up. Pretend like he was just waking up. From a dream of his own, or something. Not like he'd been desiring his older brother in the dead of night. "S'alright,” he tried, the syllables all mumbled together, hopefully holding on to his illusion of sleep.
"Can I?" James asked, as he simultaneously laid down on the bed, not bothering to wait for an answer. It happened sometimes, him laying down beside Al, but fear always kept Al’s mind away from that side of himself.
Not like now he could chase it off now though, not when he was this aroused. Al’s arse leaked desperately. He could feel it, like his magic had a will of its own, spurred on by James' proximity.
"Yeah, er-" Al croaked, stirring slightly, turning to look up towards the ceiling. "I just-"
"It's... I thought, that is I," James paused, his mouth forming an O. Al caught the expression out of the corner of his eye. His gaze darted to what James was looking down at: the clear tent in his blankets.
His cock was big. Too big to be missed or mistaken.
His world froze for a moment as Al watched James' eyes trail up from his poorly concealed cock to his face. He expected to see disgust in those beautiful brown eyes, but instead they were alight with hunger. Albus' breath remained caught in his throat as his brother's gaze stared into him, stripping him down even further and making him feel like he was burning from the inside out.
He watched, dazed and almost in a trance, as James' hand glided along the top of the covers, so incredibly slowly, towards the peak of Al's arousal. He could feel his heart beating faster and faster the closer James got. It all became too much and Al let out an embarrassing squeak into the tense silence. The hand froze, just a hair's breadth away from his cloth-covered cock, so close Al swore he could feel the heat from his brother's fingertips. Their eyes met again and Al could still see the hunger in James' expression, now mixed with a bit of confusion.
"Am I dreaming, Al?" he whispered, voice barely loud enough to be heard over the roar of Al's heart.
If you are then I am too, Al thought, but he couldn’t say it out loud, the words getting caught heavy and sticky in his throat. Weakly, he shook his head no.
James seemed to pause, taking that in, even with his hand still slightly outstretched towards Al. They breathed together for a moment.
"Could I?" James finally asked. His eyes locked with Al's as his world exploded with the question. "Can I?"
Albus, not trusting his voice, could only nod.
And then, magically, the covers were gone. Al could see his cock, still red and dripping with precum, but now on display for James.
"Oh. My. Merlin. You're gorgeous," James breathed as he stared, and Al felt something dislodge in his heart and crack wide open as his arse leaked more slick onto the bed.
"Can I?" James asked again and Al couldn’t find his words to reply as James reached out and touched the tip of his cock. Al strained up into the touch. Wanting more, so much more, but also reveling in the fact he'd gotten this far. His wildest dreams made real.
"You like that?" James murmured, his eyes wide with desire.
Fuck! Al liked it so much he couldn’t think. His entire body was on fire right now as a primal desire raged through him. He could only bring himself to nod yet again. Not trusting himself - his instincts were screaming for him to throw himself up off the bed and directly down onto James' cock, which he noticed was tenting his brother's boxers, but he managed to hold himself back... for now.
His eyes never left the outline of his brother's cock. It only got harder. Merlin, he's big too. Albus always knew he would be, genetics, but the awareness was a whole new level of his fantasies turned reality.
"What do you want, Al?" James asked, tentative, like Al wouldn't say yes to anything James wanted to do to him right now.
"Ugh," he groaned, "you."
"Me?"
"Jamie.” Al could hear his voice, it sounded as strained as his cock against his stomach.
"You want me..." James repeated, shifting closer to Albus until they were face to face.
FUCK YES! Al's thoughts screamed loudly in his head, but he could only nod vigorously. James was so close to him now that he could feel his body heat, a roaring fire that seemingly matched his own. Before he knew it, he was reaching for him. His fingertips ghosted across James' cheek.
"Oh. Oh Al," James moaned and suddenly he's on top of Albus, pressing down. Only the thin layer of his boxers separating them. "You're sure?"
Albus had never been more sure of anything in his entire life. He arched up, his cock pressed to James, their lengths finding each other as he yanked James' boxers down in answer.
"Fuck, Al ," James gasped as their pricks touched for the first time. James was a little wider and thicker to Al's formidable length. It will feel so good inside me, Al thought, as he reached down and tentatively wrapped his hand around both of their cocks before stroking up - eliciting a beautiful cry from James before he leaned down to press their lips together.
In all the times Al had fantasized about his brother, he'd never imagined them kissing. Never let himself dare to dream what that would be like. But as their lips crushed together, he couldn't remember why he ever restricted himself. Kissing James was like drinking the Elixir of Life. Once he had his first dose, he couldn't live without it.
It was James who pulled back first. Albus let out a small whimper at the loss, but was quickly distracted when James moved to press a soft kiss on his neck and draw lazy circles around his nipple. James moaned softly into Al’s neck. “You okay with kissing?”
"Okay? James, it's bloody bliss," Albus managed to get out, surprising himself at how easy it suddenly was to speak. The places where their bodies met radiated with a soothing heat.
James smiled as he trailed his hand from Al's nipple, igniting a path all the way down to Al's cock. But James didn't stop to linger there, instead moving his hand to run up and down Al's inner thigh. Al's skin burned as James teased the sensitive area with light scratches until he parted his legs and the touch went even lower, stopping near his entrance.
“Oh bloody Merlin!” James' voice sounded amazed and otherworldly. “Are you… wet?”
Al bit his lip, his cheeks felt like they’re on fire as he nodded.
“Oh baby,” James blew the words out breathlessly as his cock jumped against Albus’ thigh in excitement. “Are you wet for me? Prepped for me?”
More than you know, Al thought as he nodded.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” James asked, a mixture of teasing and pure disbelief. “Do you want to feel my cock inside you?”
“Yes!” Al tried not to scream, but it was a close thing.
“So eager, so ready,” James said, slipping a teasing finger in Al’s arse.
It was not enough. Throwing caution to the wind, Al begged, wanton and needy , “More.”
“More? You want more?” James teased, adding a second finger.
“Yes,” Al said, feeling his arse gush. Thank Merlin for magic.
James slid his fingers out and Al held back a wince at the loss of contact, reminding himself there would be more soon, as James moved back on top of him and lined himself up with his puckered, slick hole. Al moved to spread his legs, but James caught his thigh with Chaser reflexes and swung it over his shoulder. James leaned forward to steal a kiss from Al's lips, the motion spreading Al's legs even further apart, but the slight sting from the stretch paled quickly to the bigger, brighter burn of James' cockhead pushing inside of him.
“Fuck,” they both moaned together as they connected. James sank down to his balls, filling Al, stretching him wider than ever before. For the first time, he felt like he was complete and whole and perfect. How could there be anything remotely wrong with something that made him feel like this?
He sobbed with relief, and James kissed the tears as they rolled down his cheek.
“Okay there, Al?” James asked gently, but all Al heard was "I love you."
Feeling like his chest was fit to burst, and with his arse stretched to the max, Al could only bury his face in James’ neck. They lay there for a moment, connected, getting their bearings, before James pulled back and began to thrust.
“Oh,” Al sighed as he sank down into his mattress, lowering his leg as he spread them wider to give James more access to his hole. Every thrust felt like James went deeper, touching spots inside him that Al didn’t even know he had. Opening him up in new ways that made his balls tighten and his cock leak. Again and again. Tension built in his muscles as he fisted the sheets on either side of him, moaning constantly now until his throat burned. He was going to cum-
“Not yet,” James warned softly, leaning down to kiss him sweetly on the lips. “Together.”
Al tried to nod, so overwhelmed by James thrusting above him, leaning over him, pressing into him, filling him up. He’d never felt so fulfilled. And the fact that it’s James-
Oh Merlin. He couldn’t let himself think about that right now. What this meant. What it could mean. He just needed not think and embrace the moment.
His cock agreed as James thrusted faster, jutting up and slapping against James’ stomach each time they joined together, begging for release but also never wanting it to stop.
“Oh Al, baby, your arse feels so good. You want me to cum in it? You want me to give you my load?”
Al could think of nothing he wanted more and clenched his arse around James’ cock like a vise.
James let out a grunt, words failing him for once, as he rutted into Al, thrusting faster and faster until his hand wrapped around Al’s leaking prick.
“Fuck,” James whispered, “I’m close. Cum with me?”
Al wanted to shut his eyes, the pressure and release so close he could taste it, but he forced himself to keep them open. Watching instead as James closed his own as he came, his face scrunched up ino beautiful ecstasy as he unleashed his seed deep inside Al. The feeling of his brother’s hot cum squirting inside him, of Albus being the one to make him cum, was more than enough to send Al over his own edge - cumming all over his stomach in ropes of white that shoot high as James milked him to completion.
They collapsed together in a heap. James pressed to Albus’ chest as they stayed connected for another moment, letting the afterglow of their orgasms wash over them.
“Merlin, James.” Al was the first to speak and it surprised him. James laid on his stomach, spent and sated with Al’s’ cum on his check, as Al carded his fingers through his hair, pushing it back to enjoy the view.
“That good, huh?” James said with a lazy grin as he smiled up at his brother.
“Fuck,” Al said in disbelief, “if you only knew.”
“I think I do,” James said, softly, almost inaudibly, as he pulled his softening cock from Al’s hole.
Al whimpered with the loss, but James quickly pressed himself up to pull Al in toward his chest for a half hug, half cuddle. They lay there together for a while, not saying anything, Albus felt wonderfully content in his brother's arms until the first rays of the sun started to peek through his window.
“We should probably get cleaned up,” Al offered, reluctantly.
“Yeah,” James agreed with a soft laugh. “Probably should have done that a while ago.”
“Why would I want to leave your arms though?” Al teased, like he always did with his brother, except it wasn't a tease this time because James was so much more than his brother now. And James seemed to recognize that.
“You don’t have to,” James said, kissing his shoulder. “You don’t ever have to,” and Al’s heart soared a moment. “I’ll carry you to the shower.”
“And after that?” Al asked, pressing his luck.
“We’ll get some breakfast.”
“Will you carry me down to breakfast too?”
“No,” James laughed. “Too many stairs. But maybe, if you ask nicely, I’ll make you banana pancakes.”
Banana pancakes. Al knew there was a muggle reference in there but didn’t dare to dream of all that implied. He couldn’t count on this lasting more than the night. And really it was more than he’d ever expected. So instead he knocked their shoulders together and let out a teasing, “oof, please! We both know I’ll end up making them to be sure they’re edible.”
“Maybe we can make them together?” James countered. “You know. Start something from scratch?”
The double meaning was too much for Al to think about so he redirected, “Still planning to carry me to the shower?”
“Please. I’ll carry you anywhere.”
Albus couldn’t stop the smile as it slid across his face.