"Rest", Sirius/Harry, R
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traintracksTitle: Rest
Author:traintracks/traintracks777
Pairing: Sirius/Harry
Rating: R
Words: 100
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harry100's prompt #107: mask
Warnings: chan (during OotP), godfather/godson
My mask drops here – my schoolbooks, my wand, my robes. I drop my glasses onto the table, drop my arse into a chair and close my eyes.
I drop my inhibitions.
Sirius walks up behind me, strokes my hair. “I didn’t expect you so soon.”
The rest of the Order isn’t here. It’s just us: dusty silence, a warm fire, Sirius’ fingers drifting down my neck.
It’s boots on the stairs, his bed turned down.
It’s my hands at his trousers, his breath in my ear.
It’s touch and shove and rhythm and release.
It’s knowing I can finally rest.
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traintracks/traintracks777Pairing: Sirius/Harry
Rating: R
Words: 100
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harry100's prompt #107: maskWarnings: chan (during OotP), godfather/godson
My mask drops here – my schoolbooks, my wand, my robes. I drop my glasses onto the table, drop my arse into a chair and close my eyes.
I drop my inhibitions.
Sirius walks up behind me, strokes my hair. “I didn’t expect you so soon.”
The rest of the Order isn’t here. It’s just us: dusty silence, a warm fire, Sirius’ fingers drifting down my neck.
It’s boots on the stairs, his bed turned down.
It’s my hands at his trousers, his breath in my ear.
It’s touch and shove and rhythm and release.
It’s knowing I can finally rest.
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