Harry slammed the bedroom door behind them, the old wood creaking under his grip. Albus stood there, nineteen now, tall and lean, his green eyes locked on his father with the same hunger Harry had been fighting for months.
"Strip," Harry ordered, voice low and rough. "Now."
Albus obeyed without hesitation, yanking his shirt over his head and shoving his jeans down. His cock sprang free, already hard and leaking.
Harry stepped in close, grabbing his son's jaw and forcing their mouths together in a brutal kiss. Tongues slid hot and wet, teeth clashing as Harry’s hand wrapped around Albus’s thick shaft and stroked once, hard.
"Fuck, Dad," Albus groaned into his mouth. "Been waiting all day for this."
Harry pushed him onto the bed and climbed over him, shedding his own clothes fast. His cock slapped against Albus’s thigh, heavy and throbbing. He spat into his palm, wrapped his fist around both their cocks, and started pumping them together in long, filthy strokes. Precum mixed and slicked everything.
"Look at you," Harry growled, eyes dark. "My boy, hard for his father’s dick. You want it inside you, don’t you?"
Albus nodded, hips bucking up. "Want you to fuck me raw. Fill me up."
Harry flipped him onto his stomach, yanked his hips up, and spread his cheeks. He dragged his tongue over Albus’s hole in one long, wet lick, then shoved two fingers in without warning. Albus moaned into the pillow as Harry worked him open, scissoring and twisting until the muscle gave. A third finger followed, then Harry lined up and drove his cock in to the hilt in one thrust.
They both grunted. Harry set a hard, steady rhythm, hips slapping loud against Albus’s ass. Every stroke punched deep, the wet sound of fucking filling the room. He reached under and jerked Albus’s cock in time with his thrusts.
"Take it," Harry snarled. "Take every inch like the slut you are for me."
Albus pushed back, meeting every thrust. "Harder. Fuck me harder, Dad."
Harry gave it to him, pounding until the bed slammed the wall. Sweat dripped down his chest onto Albus’s back. When he felt his balls tighten, he pulled out, flipped Albus again, and straddled his chest. He fed his cock into Albus’s mouth and fucked his throat in short, deep strokes until Albus gagged and spit ran down his chin.
Harry pulled back just in time, stroking himself fast. Thick ropes of cum painted Albus’s face and open mouth. Albus swallowed what he could, then Harry dropped down and sucked Albus’s cock to the root. Two bobs later Albus came with a shout, flooding Harry’s throat.
They stayed like that, breathing hard, until Harry pulled Albus into his arms. Their mouths met again, slower now, tasting each other. Harry’s fingers traced lazy circles over Albus’s spent cock, already starting to twitch again.
"Round two," Harry muttered against his lips. "You’re not done till I say you are."
Albus grinned, already rolling onto his back and spreading his legs. "Then don’t stop, Dad. Never stop."
