Summersmut Mod (summersmutmod) wrote in hp_summersmut, @ 2008-08-17 00:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2008, harry potter, harry/sirius, sirius black |
[FIC] Like a Lady: Harry/Sirius :: gift for emiime
Title: Like a Lady
Author:
Recipient: emiime
Pairing: Harry/Sirius
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,261
Warnings: AU
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Sirius was never able to control himself while he was drunk.
Author's Notes: A huge thanks to my beta arwoodk87, and big thumbs up to my new job that interfered with writing this. This is not chan, completely AU, completely consensual, and Sirius completely lives because Mama gets what Mama wants.
Sirius did not mean for this to happen. When he showed up at Grimmauld Place, he was not supposed to be smashed as hell, and Harry was certainly not supposed to be sitting at the kitchen table smiling up at him with that innocent smile. He was not supposed to stumble in and crash into the nearest chair, and his dependable yet very delectable looking godson was not supposed to help him up, and attempt to drag him up the stairs.
“Did you and Moony have fun?” Sirius merely groaned as he allowed Harry to drag him.
Sirius Black was many things-too many to mention actually- but he was definitely not gay or a pedophile, so when he took a deep breath into Harry’s shoulder, the boy’s scent should not have made him rock hard.
“Hmmm, Harry, you smell so good.” He probably shouldn’t have said that.
The boy chuckled and continued dragging the older man down the hallway.
“Thanks Sirius. You smell good too. Now let’s get you to bed okay?”
Sirius kept his nose buried, becoming more intoxicated by the second, and not simply from the alcohol pumping through his veins.
“You smell like a lady…” Harry laughed again though with a distinction of nervousness this time. Sirius was far too gone to notice, lost in a drunken swirl of thoughts. He swayed back and forth constantly keeping his godson in fear that they were going to topple over together.
“Damn Sirius, you’re pissed aren’t you?” Harry had seen the man drunk, on many an occasion, but never like this. What the hell had Moony said to make him like this?
“Are you a lady Harry?” Harry froze in the middle of the hallway. What had Moony said? There is no way he would tell him that! After hearing something like that, Sirius wouldn’t have just got pissed; he would have probably killed Moony, as well as Severus. He turned to face his god father but the next thing he saw was the wall. Thinking Sirius must have tripped them both he started to turn but then he felt the hard body shove against him.
”I bet you are a lady.” Sirius ran his fingers down the boy’s sides, feeling how perfect it was. “You’re built like a girl.” He gripped him around the waist but slid down to the jutting of his tailbone. “You have hips just like a girl.” One hand remained on his hips, grasping like a dying man to a jug of water, while the other ventured under the thin night shirt. Harry gasped as the traveling hand reached its destination.
“Hmm no tits but you have lovely little pert nipples.” Sirius nearly came at the moan that came from underneath him, and tweaked the nub again. With every action receiving a throaty moan or gasp, he pulled the pink swelling out and back, squeezing it painfully before caressing it softly.
“S-sirius.”
“You even say my name like a bitch.” A loud cry was his reward for thrusting his hardening bulge against the boy’s ass. His moans were matched by his godson’s as he continued to thrust against the boy,
“I think I’m going to give you what every bitch deserves.”
His hands wrapped around the boy, having far too much accuracy for a drunken man, and pulled down the taunting pajama bottoms, revealing his prize. That pale, hairless, round, and delectable bottom.
What are you doing to your Godson? The only voice of reason he still obtained after all these years, sounded suspiciously like his long dead best friend. Sirius found it slightly amusing that he was ready to pound said friend’s son into the wall. He slicked up two of his fingers quickly preparing the tight pink hole, nearly coming then and there when hearing the moans his godson emitted in tangent with the movement of the digits preparing him.
“Please…” Sirius groaned in unison with the other before quickly unzipping his jeans, giving a sigh when his throbbing cock was freed. “Please Sirius…Oh god please…” Pulling the cheeks apart he slid his member in between them coating the hole with some of the pre-come already anxiously jutting from his cock before gripping it tightly and pressing the head in.
Both of them sucked in a deep breath. Sirius paused before pushing a bit more inside. Harry whimpered at the intrusion, while the older man groaned at the tightness and the warmth that surrounded him.
“Dear God Harry! Fuck!” No longer under his own control his hips slid the rest of his length in, his balls slapping the boy’s ass. Harry groaned, digging his hands into the wall, trying to find some sort of stable grip, since his legs were threatening to fail him.
“Fuck!” Sirius pulled out quickly, waited until Harry gave a tiny whimper of loss, before plunging into the tight heat again, slamming the boy’s painfully hard and neglected member against the unforgiving wood.
It wasn’t long before Sirius lost all abandon and began pounding into his godson with earnest. One hand digging into the pale flash of the boy’s hip, giving him the friction needed to fuck efficiently, the other jerking wildly back and forth over Harry’s weeping erection.
This was like nothing he had experienced with Remus or Severus. With Remus it was gentle love-making, a combining of two bodies equally in every way. It was a mutual progress towards completion. Sex with Severus was just the opposite. Severus tended to do what he could to turn Harry into a blubbering idiot before finally allowing him to give in. The older man dominates him in every way, which turns Harry on more than he thought it ever would.
However, with Sirius, it could not be called love-making, or even fucking. It was simple animalistic rutting. Sirius pounded into him like a wild animal in the midst of a powerful heat, taking as much as he could and giving as a side thought. No words were spoken and only grunts, moans, and groans broke the silence.
The thought of him standing in the forest, bare of his clothes, pushed roughly against the bark of a tree while Sirius thrust against him recklessly was what sent Harry over the edge.
“Sirius!” He screamed his godfather’s name before spurting his essence against the wall and floor. His godfather continued jerking his member until he was empty, before removing his hand to grasp Harry’s un-bruised hip. Sirius only had a few thrusts left in him before he groaned his godson’s name out while emptying himself inside the warm passage.
Still embraced, they slid to the ground, Sirius draped across Harry’s back, still inside of him. It took Harry a few minutes to return his breath back to normal, and then for reality to set in for him. What the hell? Remus and Severus had professed up and down that Sirius was straight as an arrow. Yet, here Harry was, lying on the floor, just having received what he had wanted for a long time now. It didn’t matter that Sirius was highly intoxicated and that he would probably explode in the morning, it had happened.
He felt his godfather’s arms wrap around his waist and turned back to look, seeing that the older man had fallen dead asleep. Stifling a chuckle he lowered his head down on the floor and waited for sleep to come. Tomorrow morning was going to be hell but Remus, Severus, and he were scheduled to have a game that night. Maybe, Sirius would join in this time.