"Bloody Perfect", Sirius/Harry, NC-17
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traintracksTitle: Bloody Perfect
Author:traintracks
Pairing: Sirius/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Words: 100x4
Challenge Prompt: 123 -- Perfect from![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
harry100.
Warnings: Chan (15-ish), godfather/godson.
It’s always in the dark. They meet in the tunnel between the school and the town. Harry hears his breath, like an animal, doesn’t know if he’ll meet the man or the dog. Sirius steps into the illumination of his wand, his warm smile calming Harry’s heart.
But Sirius douses the light. It’s easier for him that way, Harry knows. He’s seen the guilt flood his godfather’s eyes. Sirius presses him to the dank wall, pushes Harry’s shirt up just enough to open his mouth against a nipple, moans.
Harry’s hard. Just like that. One breath and he’s there.
Rapture.
Sirius is always so hungry for him that he goes first. Down on his knees, opening Harry’s denims. He growls softly into the cottony white of his underwear – his damp mouth wetting him.
He pops the head over the top, into his mouth, cups Harry’s arse, sucks it all the way down. Harry can feel Sirius’s nose in his pubes. His eyes roll back.
Sirius works him, tickles his ball sac, his anus, with knowledgeable fingers, like a predator. He knows what this will get him: Harry’s semen hot in his mouth.
Harry groans, the sound echoing, the moment multiplied.
Once Sirius has had his fill, he will get up and lean his back against the wall, getting out his cock, snarling a little. Harry sinks down, feels it against his cheek, this soft/hard thing. Sirius likes to guide him, stroke his hair, fit it into Harry’s mouth with his hand, fingers light on his stretching lips.
He likes to take long strokes, crown to root back to crown, holding Harry’s head. Harry submits, opens, tries not to gag.
There is no better taste than Sirius’s sweaty cock.
There is no better sound than the broken howl of his orgasm.
They stand in the dark. They smell like each other. Sirius straightens Harry’s clothes meticulously. Harry hears him zipping up and swallows, the desire never gone.
“Don’t,” Sirius reads him. “Don’t kiss me, Harry.”
The sound of his name, a rare blessing.
“But I love you.”
In the dark, a gasp. A hard embrace. Beautiful heat. The breath of regret.
Sirius will break like he always does and find Harry’s mouth with his own, all brutal tenderness.
And before he breaks away, before he leaves, Harry has a moment when all is right, when all else fades away:
Bloody perfect.
Author:
traintracksPairing: Sirius/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Words: 100x4
Challenge Prompt: 123 -- Perfect from
harry100.Warnings: Chan (15-ish), godfather/godson.
It’s always in the dark. They meet in the tunnel between the school and the town. Harry hears his breath, like an animal, doesn’t know if he’ll meet the man or the dog. Sirius steps into the illumination of his wand, his warm smile calming Harry’s heart.
But Sirius douses the light. It’s easier for him that way, Harry knows. He’s seen the guilt flood his godfather’s eyes. Sirius presses him to the dank wall, pushes Harry’s shirt up just enough to open his mouth against a nipple, moans.
Harry’s hard. Just like that. One breath and he’s there.
Rapture.
Sirius is always so hungry for him that he goes first. Down on his knees, opening Harry’s denims. He growls softly into the cottony white of his underwear – his damp mouth wetting him.
He pops the head over the top, into his mouth, cups Harry’s arse, sucks it all the way down. Harry can feel Sirius’s nose in his pubes. His eyes roll back.
Sirius works him, tickles his ball sac, his anus, with knowledgeable fingers, like a predator. He knows what this will get him: Harry’s semen hot in his mouth.
Harry groans, the sound echoing, the moment multiplied.
Once Sirius has had his fill, he will get up and lean his back against the wall, getting out his cock, snarling a little. Harry sinks down, feels it against his cheek, this soft/hard thing. Sirius likes to guide him, stroke his hair, fit it into Harry’s mouth with his hand, fingers light on his stretching lips.
He likes to take long strokes, crown to root back to crown, holding Harry’s head. Harry submits, opens, tries not to gag.
There is no better taste than Sirius’s sweaty cock.
There is no better sound than the broken howl of his orgasm.
They stand in the dark. They smell like each other. Sirius straightens Harry’s clothes meticulously. Harry hears him zipping up and swallows, the desire never gone.
“Don’t,” Sirius reads him. “Don’t kiss me, Harry.”
The sound of his name, a rare blessing.
“But I love you.”
In the dark, a gasp. A hard embrace. Beautiful heat. The breath of regret.
Sirius will break like he always does and find Harry’s mouth with his own, all brutal tenderness.
And before he breaks away, before he leaves, Harry has a moment when all is right, when all else fades away:
Bloody perfect.
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