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Fic: Touch, NC-17
Title: Touch
Author: Fabs ( moodymuse19 )
Fandom/Pairing: Harry Potter, Harry/Cedric
Rating: NC-17 for graphical descriptions.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Harry wants to touch.
Author’s note: There is absolutely no plot here. This is just me practising how to write a sex scene, because I only did it once before (CSI, Nick/Greg) and if I remember correctly, it was a lot less explicit that this. I think.
In any case, there isn't enough NC-17 H/C fic out there, so I decided to share. Criticism and compliments are both welcome. ;)



The first time it happens, Harry wants to just touch.

The whole day escapes from his mind--the game, the friends, the school and exams--everything just leaves, and he is standing behind Cedric, arms around his waist as Cedric closes his locker. Harry wants to touch.

He lifts Cedric's shirt a bit, touching skin and suddenly not being able to get enough of it. Cedric's skin is smooth, but Harry encounters a few hairs a bit lower, inside Cedric's trousers, and that alone makes him go crazy and makes Cedric moan--and then, coming back to his senses makes him stop Harry.

He speaks Harry's name softly, but in a clear question. Harry tells him that Cedric shouldn't stop him. Cedric stays silent, not sure if he's reading into it correctly. He is. Harry repeats his answer, turning Cedric around in his arms and kissing him thoroughly.

It's enough. Suddenly there's groping, and tight hugging, and desperate kissing. Without their knowing, they've moved to the four poster bed in a small room in the lockers, left for the unconscious and the terrible injured.

Cedric stops, and stops Harry, because he says Harry's first time shouldn't be in the small bed at the Quidditch lockers (however marvellously well Cedric's cleaning charm might be) but somewhere... better.

Harry looks up at Cedric and can't help but stretch a hand and touch Cedric's cheek, slightly rough by the five o'clock shadow. Harry doesn't care. He wants Cedric, not a lavishly decorated room. Cedric is enough to make any room feel perfect.

While idly performing a perfect cleaning spell on the bed, Cedric captures Harry's mouth with a kiss that sears Harry's very core and that goes straight to his groin. That cot is suddenly the best place for them to make love.

And while touch seems to be Harry's sense of the night, Cedric's seems to be taste. He licks, bites, and kisses Harry everywhere. He is everywhere.

Harry is suddenly transported to a whole new reality. Here he can touch at will, and is encouraged to do so. Harry is suddenly overwhelmed by feeling so normal and at the same time incredibly special, but he understands, then and there, that what he essentially is, is Cedric's and that not many more things sound so appealing.

He starts taking Cedric's robes and shirt off, because there's only so much clothing you can stand. He touches Cedric's bare chest, the small patch of hair in the middle of it, and slides his hand down very slowly, down to Cedric's stomach. Out of an impulse, and vaguely wondering if he's doing things right, he touches Cedric's chest with his mouth, kissing him all over, biting a bit at the nipples.

Cedric moans and Harry's smiles because he caused that. So far, so good.

Cedric undresses Harry first, tossing clothing everywhere on their vicinity, and Harry can't understand why Cedric is in awe with him. Cedric just stares at Harry's naked form as if it's the most beautiful thing he's seen in his entire life, and while Harry feels a bit exposed, the warmth in Cedric's smile is enough to not make a fool of himself.

Suddenly, as if Cedric is suddenly reminded that he IS allowed to touch, he kisses Harry, hugging him and cupping one of Harry's butt cheeks. He starts moving him as if to deposit him on the freshly cleaned bed behind them.

Harry won't have any of it. He stops Cedric, sit on the edge of the bed, and makes Cedric remain standing. Harry holds Cedric's hips firmly, leaving a trail of kisses from his navel to the waistband of his Quidditch uniform trousers. It's a wonder Cedric remains strong enough to stand on his own, because the way Harry is kissing him is quickly leaving him ga-ga.

As Harry encounters the annoying waistband of Cedric's trousers, he smiles up at him. It's a smile that no one but Cedric has ever seen before, and Cedric can't help but bend down and kiss him. Harry hooks his fingers to Cedric's trousers and underwear and pulls down until Cedric is effectively and completely naked. Harry suddenly understands why Cedric was in awe with him, because he now knows what you feel when you see the person you love naked in front of you for the first time. Harry's whole body gives a jolt of pleasure, anticipation and fear all rolled into one.

In a swift motion, Cedric tosses his clothing elsewhere and Harry is suddenly naked in front of an equally naked Cedric. The reaction is immediate and mutual, and Harry is overcome by an amazing need to have Cedric touch him all over, to have Cedric inside of him now.

Inexperienced, Harry looks up at Cedric, and Cedric understands. Harry won't give him a blow-job today on their first time together, but he wouldn't mind learning.

Cedric lies Harry down on the bed and crawls on top of him, looking feral, possessive, gorgeous and deliriously happy. Suddenly, Cedric leaves no space between them and Harry's cock touches Cedric's, and it's almost enough to make Harry come then and there. Cedric knows Harry won't last very long but the truth is, neither will he.

Protection spells, lubricating spells, positions, warnings, Cedric is well informed on everything to make Harry's first time memorable.

It is. Not too later, Harry feels Cedric enter him carefully, telling Harry it might feel a bit painful until his body is accustomed.

It is a bit painful at first, but then Cedric does something, or moves in a certain way that makes Harry gasp and moan all in one, and Cedric knows things are going good. Cedric starts slowly pumping in and out of Harry, and delighting at Harry's face, and at the way Harry calls his name. It's the first time in his life Cedric loves hearing someone repeat his name so many times.

They move together in a rhythm that would've fascinated Harry if his brain hadn't fled the place as soon as things started heating up in the locker room. Harry's legs are on Cedric's shoulders and Harry is holding onto the bed so fiercely he's tearing holes in the fabric.

Cedric starts slowly, not wanting to harm Harry, but increases speed until they become one undistinguishable entity. They come almost together, and Cedric collapses on top of Harry, breaths heavy, sweaty all over.

One of Harry's hand is on Cedric's back and he idly discovers he still can't stop touching Cedric. He runs his hand down Cedric's back, feeling it slightly sweaty from the love making. Harry looks at Cedric recovering his breath, eyes closed and head on Harry's shoulder. He smiles softly, almost imperceptibly, and leaves butterfly kisses on Cedric's neck and shoulder.

Cedric opens his eyes, a slight troubled look in his face, and searches for Harry's eyes, frowning ever so slightly. The question is obvious even when not aloud. Harry smiles, hugs Cedric to him, and kisses Cedric on the mouth fiercely, passionately, for a long time, in such a way it makes Cedric' legs feel like jelly.

Through a tiny window near the ceiling, Harry sees it's night, and hears what may be a wolf howling or a bird singing outside. He's not sure. All of Harry's senses have become one: he tastes with his hands, and he can see so many things through his mouth and his fingers. His senses are heightened to such an extreme it's impossible to describe them accurately. While Cedric shifts a bit so he's only half on top of Harry, Harry grabs Cedric's wand, lying nearby, and transfigures someone's trousers into a blanket for them.

Harry kisses Cedric softly on the cheek, and Cedric smiles widely, turning his head to him. They've gotten hopelessly lost on each other.

They smile: they never imagined being lost could feel so good.



Err, since the rules didn't say anything... it's okay to post NC-17 fic, right?
Warn me if I shouldn't have.