"Brand New Day", Sirius/Harry, R
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traintracksTitle: Brand New Day
Author:traintracks
Pairing/Characters: Sirius/Harry, Ron
Rating: R
Words: 100x2
Warnings/Content: chan (15), godfather/godson, secret sex
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harry100's prompt #134 -- brand new day (hence the less-than-inventive title) and tamlane's prompt, "Harry/Sirius, Seduction through strategic eye contact."
Summary: The morning after the first time.
"What is it?" Ron asks as Harry sips his tea.
"It's nothing."
"Look at me."
"It's nothing," Harry repeats, a small inescapable smile on his lips. He retreats behind his cup again.
"You're so full of shit."
Ron opens the Prophet on the long kitchen table, frowning.
Sirius walks in, springing steps down the last few stairs. "Morning," he says to the room.
Harry doesn't look up. "Morning," he chants with everyone else. With Moody and Molly and the twins and Remus.
Harry is not everyone else.
Harry's thighs are sore from being bent at hard angles. His lips tingle.
Sirius fetches a plate and sits across the room. Their eyes meet briefly. Harry is carefully not smiling when he looks away.
The kisses were rough. Sirius' cock, hard as it was, slid soft into his hand. Harry had come inside Sirius' mouth before he could count to ten.
"What the bloody hell is it?" Ron asks again.
Harry turns widely innocent eyes on him. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Ron shakes his head and studies the paper once more.
Harry turns his gaze on Sirius, who doesn't wink. They're past that now.
This is what it is.
Author:
traintracksPairing/Characters: Sirius/Harry, Ron
Rating: R
Words: 100x2
Warnings/Content: chan (15), godfather/godson, secret sex
Written for:
harry100's prompt #134 -- brand new day (hence the less-than-inventive title) and tamlane's prompt, "Harry/Sirius, Seduction through strategic eye contact."Summary: The morning after the first time.
"What is it?" Ron asks as Harry sips his tea.
"It's nothing."
"Look at me."
"It's nothing," Harry repeats, a small inescapable smile on his lips. He retreats behind his cup again.
"You're so full of shit."
Ron opens the Prophet on the long kitchen table, frowning.
Sirius walks in, springing steps down the last few stairs. "Morning," he says to the room.
Harry doesn't look up. "Morning," he chants with everyone else. With Moody and Molly and the twins and Remus.
Harry is not everyone else.
Harry's thighs are sore from being bent at hard angles. His lips tingle.
Sirius fetches a plate and sits across the room. Their eyes meet briefly. Harry is carefully not smiling when he looks away.
The kisses were rough. Sirius' cock, hard as it was, slid soft into his hand. Harry had come inside Sirius' mouth before he could count to ten.
"What the bloody hell is it?" Ron asks again.
Harry turns widely innocent eyes on him. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Ron shakes his head and studies the paper once more.
Harry turns his gaze on Sirius, who doesn't wink. They're past that now.
This is what it is.
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