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There was a very warm weight across his chest as Harry slowly began to wake. He was used to that, of course, but for some reason Ginny felt heavier than usual, more solid than he could ever remember her being.
His eyes fluttered open, taking in the red hair spread across him. Then Harry blinked. It had to just be the lighting, but that didn’t look like quite the right *shade* of red. Purposefully prying his eyes open, Harry felt his heart pounding as he saw auburn curls and a strong, red-shadowed jaw. Just below that unexpected head of hair was something very colorful on his chest.
Panicking, Harry tried to sit up, disrupting the sleep of… whoever this was. Deep blue eyes met his as the head turned to look at him.
Charlie. His fiance’s favorite brother. The look in his eyes was heated, something Harry did his best not to respond to. But then they widened and Charlie rolled, coming to a stand next to the bed in seconds.
Harry stared at him in shock and awe. Charlie was completely nude, his incredibly fit body on display in the morning light shining through the window of… wherever the hell they were. Harry didn’t mean to, but couldn’t help how his eyes swept over Charlie, taking stock of absolutely everything — Charlie’s thick arms, his abs, the many tattoos. His gaze caught on one part of Charlie’s anatomy and he felt himself responding at just the sight.
That was the moment Harry finally realized that he, too, was naked. Scrambling, he grabbed for the blanket that had been pushed to the bottom of the bed. “Charlie,” he yelped. His voice came out far lower and more gravelly than he had meant it to.
“Harry,” Charlie responded, though he sounded more confused than turned on, even if his body was saying otherwise.
“Wh-what are we doing…” Harry trailed off as a memory stirred. A string of memories. Glancing back down at himself, the collection of foreign colors on his chest solidified in his vision so that he realized he was looking at a dragon, tattooed right over his heart.
In a moment of clarity, he looked back to Charlie, realizing he had the very same tattoo in the same place. Harry had a very bad feeling he didn’t want to know what that meant.
“I don’t remember a thing,” Charlie was saying, his voice filled with confusion and dawning horror. He was moving now, finding his clothing strewn around the room. “But we must have… oh Merlin… fuck! Ginny will be devastated.”
“Furious,” Harry corrected, though he supposed she might be sad as well. But first would come the anger he very much deserved.
The stag party was supposed to be simple, just a night out at the pub with his many soon-to-be brothers-in-law. He didn’t really have any other friends who were close enough to invite. His brain unhelpfully supplied that he was entirely too close to at least one brother-in-law and maybe he couldn’t be trusted to have other male friends.
It was only then that Harry noticed how sore he was — gloriously so — in an area of the body he had never been sore before. Oh Merlin. They hadn’t just slept together naked like he had still half hoped. No, they had slept together. And he barely even remembered it, though the memories were piecing themselves back together the longer he stared at Charlie.
“We…” Harry hesitated, “We got matching tattoos.” He dropped the blanket enough that Charlie would be able to see.
Charlie looked down at himself, his trousers halfway up and still shirtless. “A dragon,” he said with a half smile, looking to Harry’s uncovered chest. Then his eyes widened. He gulped as he ran tentative fingers over his own. “Harry… these aren’t regular tattoos.”
“Well no,” Harry agreed. “They’re magical.” He watched as Charlie’s dragon preened under his touch. A shiver shot up his back suddenly as it felt like someone was running their fingers up his back just like Charlie was doing to the dragon. Without thinking about it, Harry reached down to his tattoo and matched the movement.
Charlie shuddered, his voice coming out breathy when he said, “It’s more than that. These… there’s no easy way to say it. These are marriage tattoos.”
“To celebrate me getting married?” Harry asked, unable to connect what Charlie was trying to say when those non-existent fingers continued to work on his body and his cock was hardening with desire.
“In a manner of speaking,” Charlie said with a sharp bark of a laugh. Speaking more plainly, he said, “It celebrates us getting married.”
“Us?” Harry said, gulping.
Charlie nodded, looking somewhere between upset and excited. “We’re married. You and I. That’s what the tattoos mean.”
“Married?” Harry repeated. He knew this should be making sense, but he just couldn’t quite catch up with reality. “How did this happen?”
Taking his hand away from the tattoo, Charlie sighed. “I remember going to the tattoo place. My buddy from Hogwarts runs it. He said something about letting the tattoos pick us and we agreed to do it that way.”
“I think I remember that much,” Harry agreed. “And one dragon came off the page. It split in two and came to us.” He ran his finger over the dragon again, watching Charlie respond from under his eyelashes. It seemed wrong to make him react this way in the middle of a serious conversation, but Harry was fascinated and just couldn’t seem to stop.
Sounding strangled, Charlie said, “I remember that, too. Merlin, Harry. You have to stop playing with the tattoo.”
“Why?” Harry asked, knowing why but wanting to hear it. He ran a finger down the dragon’s belly, excited when it rolled over and gave him greater access.
Charlie growled, surging forward and pinning Harry to the bed, his hands above his head. “I think you know exactly why. And you’re every bit as much of a brat as I remember from last night.”
“You remember last night?” Harry asked, his breath coming in short gasps at the proximity of their bodies. He was far too aware that, beneath the thin blanket, he was still naked whereas Charlie was now half dressed, his cock tucked away where Harry couldn’t stare at it any longer.
“It’s coming back to me,” Charlie admitted, his face suddenly close to Harry’s. “In vivid detail. And I know it’s wrong, but I can’t wait for more.”
“Yes,” Harry hissed, surging forward to bring their lips together.
A surprised oof left Charlie’s lips, offering the opportunity to take the kiss deeper. Harry wasted no time acting on that, delving his tongue into Charlie’s mouth and taking as much control as he could from beneath the rugged man.
Harry felt a shift in pressure at his wrists but they were no more free. He realized absently when Charlie’s hands were suddenly running over him that a sticking charm had been used to keep his own hands from roaming. That wasn’t fair, and he would have protested, but Charlie was kissing him now, devouring him with a frenzied need.
Meeting that need, Harry tried not to whimper as he began to rut his body upward against the other man. He failed, the sound coming out as a whine that made Charlie groan in response. Before Harry knew what was happening, the blanket between them was gone. Charlie was still dressed, but Harry was completely exposed, his deeply tanned skin covered in goosebumps from the cool air of the room.
The coolness had no effect, however, on his hard cock. Harry hadn’t had time to become fully erect, but the moment Charlie’s fist closed around him, he could feel himself hardening further, accentuating the vise grip of Charlie’s strong hand. Harry moaned wantonly when Charlie whispered a lubrication charm and then began pumping him.
Pulling his lips away and not giving in when Harry chased him, Charlie laughed. “You think you get to control things? Think again, draga.”
With that, he worked Harry over until he was mumbling, “Oh Merlin, I’m so close! So—” Harry cut off with a helpless groan when Charlie’s hand suddenly released him, leaving his cock throbbing with need, sticking straight up, weeping as Harry thrashed as much as he could, praying Charlie would take pity on him.
With a low chuckle, Charlie moved, watching him with hooded eyes from where he stood next to the bed. “Now that we’re not drunk on alcohol and the magic of the tattoos settling in, let me explain how this works with me. Your body is mine. You come when I allow you to and not when you want. I won’t always come first, but today I do. Last night, I didn’t have time to take your mouth. Today I will.”
His trousers and pants were off again now and Harry knew his own eyes were wide as he stared at Charlie’s erect cock. It was thick and long, larger than Harry’s own and he was above average himself.
“Have you ever sucked a cock?” Charlie asked as he fisted himself.
Harry couldn’t manage words, so he shook his head. He saw Charlie pause, his eyes darkening. “This is going to be the only cock you ever suck, the only one you ever come on. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” Harry whispered, licking his lips in anticipation. He hadn’t realized until now just how much he wanted to taste Charlie, but Merlin there was nothing he wanted more.
As Charlie moved his cock close, his knees landed on either side of Harry’s head. Harry’s hands were still held up above his head. “This would be easier if I could use my hands,” he suggested.
“It would,” Charlie agreed, but he made no move to unstick Harry, instead guiding his cock closer with his own hand. It made Harry pant with even greater need, his hips pushing into the empty air as he silently begged for friction on his own lonely cock.
Teasingly, Charlie didn’t let Harry’s lips close around his tip until Harry’s tongue flicked out, capturing the pre-cum that had gathered on it. Then he pushed that tiny bit closer, letting Harry explore with his mouth.
He soon found his mouth stretched over the enormous cock Charlie had offered him. He tasted so good — musky and salty — and Harry loved the way he could feel the cock pulsing against his tongue as Charlie got closer. He was offering little hints as Harry did his best. “Yes, run your tongue around it, up and down, just like that, catch a breath when I pull back for a second. Good boy, draga. Hollow out your cheeks. Yes, just like that. Now I’m going to push in further, make you gag, and you’re going to love it.”
Harry loved it. He couldn’t get enough, couldn’t suck that cock hard enough when it was so large in his mouth, on his tongue. And then he felt it almost bunch up, something happening inside. When Charlie cried out, “I’m going to come,” Harry couldn’t wait for it. He hollowed out his cheeks as much as he could, trying to take it as Charlie pumped into his mouth.
Charlie’s come went down his throat, slid out the edges of his mouth, dribbling down Harry’s chin. He wanted to swallow it all, but there was just too much. “Fuck yes, good boy,” Charlie praised as he chased the end of his release.
He was braced against the headboard to keep from collapsing on Harry but Harry almost wished he would, somehow found himself wanting to feel Charlie’s weight choking him. After a few long moments, Charlie moved down so that he was kissing Harry again, and Harry thought he might pass out from the pleasure.
When Charlie’s hand closed around his throbbing, neglected cock, Harry seriously saw black for a moment, the intensity of his feelings overwhelming. “Do you want to come by my hand?” Charlie whispered in his ear, “Or my mouth?”
Harry nearly came from the question. “Y-you pick,” he gasped. “Won’t last long either way.”
Charlie grinned and sped the movements of his hand, making Harry moan and cry out. It took only a few strokes before Harry was screaming, his whole body convulsing and his sight going white as his cock spurted, covering his stomach and Charlie’s hand.
Harry was still shaking when a gentle Scourgify cleaned him up, his hands released, and Charlie slid up next to him on the bed, pulling Harry gently against his chest.
It was long moments before either of them spoke. “I never thought I would have a husband but I can’t say I’m unhappy. I’m… this is more than I ever could have asked for,” Charlie said.
Harry wasn’t sure he could put into words how he felt about this. It was phenomenal, perfect in a way he never could have imagined, but he felt guilty, too. “What are we going to do about Gin?” he asked.
Looking worried, Charlie shrugged. “Magic did this. We couldn’t stop it once we walked into that shop. I don’t know how she’ll react, but I’m willing to share if she still wants to marry you.”
“What if I don’t want to be shared?” Harry asked quietly.
With a slow smile, Charlie said, “Then we don’t have to offer it as an option.”
“I guess this explains why the officiant said Ginny and I’s magic wasn’t right to do the magical bonding. He said one of us must have someone out there we’re meant to be with. We were just planning to ignore it.”
Charlie shuddered as though the thought disturbed him. Harry realized it actually did when Charlie said, “I’m glad magic intervened. I didn’t know how badly I wanted this, but I’ve known for a long time that I was drawn to you.”
“Really?” Harry asked. “You’re the fittest bloke I’ve ever known. I can’t believe you would look at me like that.”
“Believe me when I say you’re worth looking at, little husband.”
Harry preened under Charlie’s attention. They had a lot to work out from here, and a lot of people to let down when they left this room, but Harry couldn’t honestly say he didn’t want this. He and Charlie, they were made for each other. And magic apparently agreed.