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8 months later
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"Mmm…stop, Siri…we have to get up."
I chuckle as I continue nibbling on Bill's earlobe. I love mornings, especially when I know there's a gorgeous redhead lying naked beside me.
My hand travels down toward my goal, the touch light and teasing. I feel him shiver as my fingers ghost over one of his nipples.
"Siri, please, we don't have time," my lover protests half-heartedly as my hand continues it's downward trek.
My hand reaches its destination and I firmly wrap my fingers around Bill's thick, hard, delicious cock. I run my thumb over the wet tip and with a hiss he melts completely into the bed.
I grin triumphantly as he says, "Well, maybe we have a little time."
While I fondle and feast upon my lover, I think about how lucky I am to have found Bill.
My Bill. He's mine…all mine. And he loves me…he loves me enough to marry me. He asked me last night. Of course, I said yes.
I never thought I could love anyone besides Harry. I'm so glad I was wrong. I love Bill more than I've ever loved anyone.
"Siri, make love to me," he pleads, bringing me out of my thoughts. My aching cock cheers as I reach for our lubricant.
We kiss as I prepare him, our tongues exploring mouths that we've mapped out so thoroughly hundreds of times.
Bill bucks up involuntarily when my fingers brush over his sweet spot. My mouth swallows the pleasing little moans he makes.
I slick up my cock and position myself at his entrance while he eagerly wraps his legs around my waist. I slide inside my Bill's tight entrance in one smooth motion, just the way my love likes it.
"I love you," he says as I fully sheath myself in his warmth and wait for him to get used to the intrusion, not wanting to hurt him for anything in the world.
My heartbeat quickens at those three words he so freely doles out to me, as my heart always does.
"I love you, Bill," I tell him as I slide out almost completely. "I'll always love you, now and forever," I say as I slide back in.
I set an agonizingly slow pace, relishing in every sensation: the heat surrounding my erection, the way his body tightly envelopes me, the friction of Bill's thighs against my hips as I thrust into him, the little shivers and moans I elicit from him. Every sound and touch is so sensual, so amazing, that I never want it to end.
But it does, as it always does. Our thrusts grow more frantic and I pump my fiancé's beautiful cock in time with out movements. He climaxes first and I follow seconds later.
I roll off to the side so I don't crush him. We both lie there for a moment, panting from our strenuous lovemaking.
He rolls over and pushes a damp strand of hair out of my eye. "I love you," he says again before showering my face with light kisses.
"I love you, too. I'm so happy, love, that we're getting married. I can't wait to tell the world!"
He looks at me, seriousness shadowing his features. "Even Harry and Remus?"
My good mood only falters a little. "Yes, of course. Harry's my godson and Remus is my friend."
"Your best friend," Bill reminds me.
"Yes, my best friend. I'll tell them today."
Bill smiles and gives me a kiss. "And when are you going to have that other discussion with Harry?"
I feign innocence, hoping that he will let it drop, but knowing at the same time that he won't. "I'm not sure I know what you're talking about, William."
"You know good and well, what I'm talking about, Sirius," he admonishes, getting up off the bed and pulling me to my feet.
As he leads me to the shower he continues his gentle chastisement. "Harry hasn't understood why it's taken you so long to forgive Remus. It's put a strain on your relationship and you need to tell him the truth."
"I know. I will, I promise. I don't want him angry with me, and I really do miss Remus. Even though we did apologize to each other, we haven't really acted like we used to."
"Then talk to the both of them. It will make them feel better and it will make you feel better. Now get in the shower and let me wash your hair, love."
"Fine, I will…soon," I say as I step in. As my soon-to-be-husband shampoos my hair, I think about what he's said. Bill's been nagging me to tell Harry about my feelings for him. I had confessed all to Bill a few days after he moved in, and he was very sympathetic and quite supportive. He was so understanding and he helped me sort through everything. It ended up bringing us closer together as friends.
A couple of months later, we realized that we had fallen in love with each other. There had always been attraction there, but this was even better. And now we are engaged to be married.
I will talk to Harry…Bill is right, I need to talk with him. We need to clear the air between us, and he needs to understand. He deserves an explanation, an explanation only I can give him. So does Remus. Then maybe, just maybe, the three of us can get back to normal.
Of course, the fact that Harry is allowing Remus and Snape to continue their relationship, and the fact that Remus is indeed continuing his relationship with the greasy git didn't help matters between the three of us, either.
They told us soon after Remus and Snape resumed their…I don't even want to think about what they've resumed. Naturally, my reaction was one of complete grace and the highest level of maturity. I…what is that Muggle expression? The one from that animated television show that comes from America…the one that Ron loves to watch on that disk thing on top of his home...Oh, yes! I "had a cow." I spewed my anger in every way possible. I lost control completely, yelling and questioning Harry's sanity. I threw things and I even hexed a cat that hissed at me as it walked by the open front door. I'm sure it was quite a lovely sight to behold. Bill was highly amused. He was so amused; in fact, he didn't talk to me for three days.
After questioning whether or not Harry belonged in St. Mungo's, I kept on ranting like a lunatic, and Harry finally got angry. He tried not to, he really did, but what can I say? I have a way with words. He started yelling about how it was his life and his husband, and he'd do what he bloody well pleased, with or without my support. Harry had also told me that I could sod off if I couldn't live with that.
We didn't talk for two weeks. Nothing has been the same since. Before that, things had been awkward, but they had also been better.
The hand stroking my cock brings me back to the present. "What are you doing?" I ask my lover. "We really don't have time now."
Bill chuckles as he continues. "I know. I just wanted to see if you were paying attention. Now that you are, we can get out and dress."
He jumps out of the shower and I glare. "And just what am I to do with this?" I ask, pointing at my stiff prick.
Bill smiles at me. "I'm sure you'll be just fine. It will go away soon."
He turns around to pick up his robe. I growl deep in my throat as I pounce on him, knocking him onto the bed. I flip him over on his back, and he simply smiles at me. "You want something?" he asks me innocently.
I growl again and capture his mouth in a brutal, bruising kiss. He responds eagerly, reaching over to grab the lubricant again. He spreads his legs open as wide as he can as he places the jar in my hand. I quickly make sure he's ready for me before I start pounding into him.
I thrust into him hard and fast, and Bill cries out his appreciation. It doesn't take us long, and I only stroke his cock a few times before he releases all over my hand and himself. I thrust into that beautiful body once more and I empty myself inside him.
We lay beside each other, panting again. After a few moments I sit up and pull my trousers off the nearby chair. I kiss him lightly on the mouth and then I pull on my trousers. I go to the bathroom and bring back a wet cloth for him. "Here, love, clean yourself up. You're late."
Bill glares at me. "And why is that?" I might think he was actually angry if he didn't have that amused twinkle in his eyes.
"Because you insisted on it," I reply as I pull on a shirt. I pull the now cleaned up redhead to me and kiss him deeply. "I have to go now. I'll meet you here this afternoon."
Bill smiles, his pretend anger forgotten. "Don't be too late. We're having dinner with Remus and Harry tonight. I owled them last night. They accepted."
"I should have known. I'll be back in plenty of time, don't worry. Bye, love." I kiss him again before releasing him.
"I love you!" Bill yells as I walk out the bedroom door and down the hall.
"I love you, too!" I yell right back before I grab my jacket and head toward the shop.