Title: Whole
Author: sdk
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing/Characters: Sirius/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Length/Word Count: Drabble, 100x4
Warnings/Content: AU, Underage (Harry's age is unspecified, but he's at least 15), first time, fingering, anal, mentions of rimming
Notes: Written for harry100's celebration of Harry's birth month and to a lesser degree, the prompt "balloons". Hey, it's mentioned! Unbeta'd so please forgive and/or point out any errors. Thanks! <3
Disclaimer: The following is based on fictional characters I don't own doing fictional things in a fictional world I did not create. No copyright infringement intended.


Whole

Harry straddles Sirius' thighs, hands pressed against too-thin muscles. Sirius likes it when Harry's on top, and his eyes rake over Harry's skin just as greedily as his hands. Sirius' skin is different than his own, weathered with faded tattoos and twisting scars. Harry loves it. It reminds him of just how dangerous Sirius is. That and his hungry eyes that make Harry feel scoured and rubbed raw, even as Sirius heals where Harry is broken inside.

Sirius' prick, hard and hot, slips between Harry's buttocks, ghosting over that secret place where no one has touched. No one but Sirius.

~

Sirius has licked him there and shoved his fingers deep inside until Harry's covered them both with come, but this is the first time Sirius' erection has ever come close. Harry quivers. He wants to tell Sirius he's ready—he can handle it—but something in Sirius' eyes leaves him breathless and silent.

"It's your birthday," Sirius murmurs. Harry's eyes widen. He's forgotten. It's the first year he hasn't been locked in his bedroom on Privet Drive, hiding cakes and letters from friends in hopes that his Aunt and Uncle won't steal them away.

This year, Sirius has stolen him away instead.

~

Harry lets out a shuddering breath as Sirius thumbs his nipples into hard peaks. His cock is slick and throbbing against Harry's arsehole and Harry aches with a need he can't quantify. He just knows that Sirius is the only one who can satisfy it.

"You should have parties, Harry," Sirius says. His voice is tinged with something Harry doesn't understand. His hands don't stop moving, palming down Harry's chest, over the narrow curve of his hips, then flexing against his round buttocks. "With balloons and your friends and cake and whiskey. Blow out the candles and make a wish."

~

Sirius' works him open, his fingers wet with lube. Harry curls into him, hair grazing across Sirius' chest, and watches pre-come dribble from his cock. The head smears a sticky path along Sirius' torso as Harry bucks his hips to meet the thrust of Sirius' fingers.

Sirius withdraws. Harry feels empty, gaping, a whine escaping his throat until the blunt head of Sirius' cock finds his entrance.

Harry can't breathe.

Sirius draws Harry's gaze, his thumb grazing over Harry's lips. "What would you wish for, Harry?"

"This. Just this," Harry whispers.

Then Sirius fills him up and makes Harry whole.



-Fin-







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