Fic: NC-17 - Doggy-style - Sirius/Kingsley Title: Doggy-style Author: red_day_dawning Word count: 570 Rating: NC-17 Warning: m/m sex, PWP Summary: Kingsley decides to reward Sirius for being a good dog... Disclaimer: JKR & associated companies own the HP characters and settings. I make no profit with this writing, and mean no harm. Author's notes: Written for sweetmelodykiss's birthday -- HAPPY BIRTHDAY, sweetmelodykiss! Doggy-style
Kingsley sighed as he crossed the road. He muttered to his companion, "Sirius Black is the most irritating man on earth." The black dog at his side woofed in laughing agreement, leaping up on the tall dark man, tail wagging madly.
"Get down. Now. Heel!"
To Kingsley's surprise, the dog obeyed him, heeling all the way back to Grimmauld Place.
On the doorstep of the Black house, Kingsley laid his hand on the dog's head, lightly stroking. "You're a good boy, Sirius. You deserve a reward for being such a good boy."
As soon as they'd entered the hallway, the dog transformed into a tall, lean, dark-haired man, too gaunt to be conventionally handsome, and yet undeniably attractive.
"A reward" he asked, grey eyes glinting. "I like the sound of that!"
"Well, I was thinking of a doggy-treat, but… What did you have in mind?"
"You taking the rest of the afternoon off, and spending time with me."
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"So, now that I've achieved the impossible, and taken the rest of the day off, what did you have in mind…?" Kingsley's voice rumbled into incoherence as Sirius knelt before him and began unfastening his trousers.
"This!" he smirked, slowly licking his tongue along Kingsley's hardening cock, pausing to swirl his tongue around the head, and then slowly drawing it into his mouth.
"I thought this was meant to be your reward?"
"Oh, it will be – I'm just having a little fun before I get down on my hands and knees so you fuck me doggy-style. Hard."
Kingsley smiled and softly stroked Sirius's hair. "Is that what you want? Well, you'd better undress and get on your hands and knees, now, before I come down your throat."
Sirius quickly complied, kneeling naked before the tall dark man.
"Yes, that's it. Good boy. Point that arse at me – yes."
He quickly undressed, and knelt behind the other man, his large, brown hands caressing the pale globes presented so perfectly. Stroking his finger down the cleft, he started circling the tight puckered ring.
"No, no preparation. Just lube, and you. Please," whined Sirius.
Inhaling deeply, Kingsley summoned lube and then stroked it generously over his big, dark cock. Holding his cock firmly, he parted Sirius's arse cheeks with his other hand, and pressed the head of his cock against the entrance. He slowly and carefully pressed through the muscle's resistance, until he was inside.
Sirius gasped, and leaning forward to release the weight off one arm, pushed his arse up into the air and thrust himself against Kingsley, as he reached around to grab his own cock, and begin to thrust into his closed fist. "Yes, Kingsley, that's it…" he moaned, pushing himself against the other man in a fast and furious rhythm. "Yes, harder, faster," as he fisted his cock ferociously, "yes, yes, harder…" and he began to howl his climax, creamy white spurts arcing up belly and chest to splatter on the ground.
"Gods," moaned Kingsley, "you're such a fucking slut, so fucking hot, Sirius, such a good boy," as he pummelled into the other man, his hips thrusting, his balls smacking against flesh. "Oh gods, yes," he bellowed, giving voice to his orgasm. He collapsed against the other man's sweaty back, dark skin glowing against the pale, and gently lowered them both down to the floor, still pressed against each other.