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traintracks) wrote2012-03-19 09:35 am
traintracks) wrote2012-03-19 09:35 am
"You Have a Choice", Sirius/Harry, NC-17
Title: You Have a Choice
Author:traintracks
Pairing: Sirius/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Words: 100x9
Challenge Prompt: Choice for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
harry100.
Warnings: age difference
Content: AU. Sirius and others lived. They all fought the war together.
I was just trying to read a book for Merlin’s sake.
I was in the middle of this great book about the uses of magic in Muggle subcultures, which sounds like a snooze, I know, but Remus hasn’t stopped asking me if I’ve read it, and it *was* a gift from him, so I figured I’d better finally take a cold, rainy night and just read the thing.
I got my tea just so like the old man I’m becoming. Okay, I’m just thirty-nine, but still. Nothing like an eighteen year-old to make you feel decrepit.
A horny eighteen year-old.
He interrupted a good part.
“What are you reading?”
I didn’t look up. “That thing.”
“The book Remus gave you?”
“Mm hmm.” I adjusted my reading glasses.
“Good?”
“Better than I’d feared,” I said. “Remus being the boring bloke that he is.”
“When he’s not a werewolf.”
“Indeed.” I had read this sentence four times.
He came closer. It was then that my eyes lifted of their own accord, an involuntary reaction to his nearness, and I saw that he was standing there quite gloriously naked.
Harry’s cock was hard. I took off my glasses, setting them on the table.
“You have a choice,” he said. His hand swept over the head of his purpling dick. “You can finish your book. Or you can have this.” He pointed his cock toward me. “Any way you want it.” The tip started to drip. I realized I was staring with my mouth open.
“Any way I want it,” I managed to say with a bit of composure. My body was swiftly condemning Remus’s book to the stacks. My cock pressed against the fly of my trousers, toward Harry, wanting him. I was beginning to salivate.
I tossed the book to the floor.
I gestured for him, and he crawled onto the chair, straddling me. I pulled my cock out, and it pointed unerringly in the direction of his soft hole. I touched myself to the velvet kiss of it. To my surprise, I was able to push into him easily. He gasped, smiling.
“You used it,” I accused, throbbing just inside. I had bought him a sizeable plug and Muggle lube to help him adjust to my girth.
Harry nodded, moving tentatively.
I growled and took his hips in my hands. I pulled him down until I was so deep he cried.
“You said any way I wanted it,” I seethed, yanking him down, grinding inside his beautiful arse.
“Yes,” he whispered. “Yes, Sirius, please….” His arms were loose, submissive at his sides, his back slightly arched, his eyes shut.
After a year, I knew what we both liked. After shouldering the responsibility of saving the world, sometimes Harry just needed me to take over. He needed a hard cock pushed deep. He needed my arms to hold him up.
He needed to let go.
His proud cock bounced against my stomach, and it was all I could do not to come.
It had to be this way – no kissing, no I love you’s – just me finding the fit of our fuck quickly. I slung one arm around his hips and supported his back with the other.
The only thing he said was my name. My name broken by the ride.
“Open your eyes and watch me come inside you,” I said.
He did, and I looked into that bright green until I couldn’t anymore. I collapsed back and spilled into him. My hips jerked, my rough thighs against his soft arse. Harry threaded his fingers into my hair, undulating on me.
I swallowed and licked my lips. “Get it up here,” I gasped.
He eased off, my cock sliding out, and I pulled him until he was half-standing, knees bent enough to get his dick in front of my face.
“Hold on,” I said. “I’ve got you.” And then I sucked his precious prong into my mouth.
His hips immediately began to fuck, his hands gripping the back of the chair, me holding him as best I could.
“Oh God, Sirius,” he cried, whipping his hips, striving, gone.
I hummed around him, as always intoxicated by his taste, enchanted by him.
I found his fucked hole, so wet with my come, and dipped two fingers inside, just fucking the rim.
Harry came, firing it off into my mouth, and I swallowed hungrily. He fucked fast until he was through. Then his legs started to quake. I pulled off, and he fell into my lap.
I cradled him, resting his sleepy head against my neck. “I’ve got you,” I whispered again. His warm breath tickled my jaw.
He fell asleep, and I pulled a throw from the sofa nearby, draping it around his shoulders. He hardly stirred. I smiled into his hair.
When I knew he was fast asleep, I leaned down and retrieved my book. It took a few tries. Once I had it back in my hand, I adjusted the lamp by the chair, aiming the light down onto the page and out of Harry’s eyes.
I tested the tea and made a face, finding it cold. Harry snuggled deeper into my body, his arm wrapping securely around my waist. I picked my reading glasses back up from where I’d set them on the side table and slipped them back on.
I held him as I read over his back.
Author:
traintracksPairing: Sirius/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Words: 100x9
Challenge Prompt: Choice for
harry100.Warnings: age difference
Content: AU. Sirius and others lived. They all fought the war together.
I was just trying to read a book for Merlin’s sake.
I was in the middle of this great book about the uses of magic in Muggle subcultures, which sounds like a snooze, I know, but Remus hasn’t stopped asking me if I’ve read it, and it *was* a gift from him, so I figured I’d better finally take a cold, rainy night and just read the thing.
I got my tea just so like the old man I’m becoming. Okay, I’m just thirty-nine, but still. Nothing like an eighteen year-old to make you feel decrepit.
A horny eighteen year-old.
He interrupted a good part.
“What are you reading?”
I didn’t look up. “That thing.”
“The book Remus gave you?”
“Mm hmm.” I adjusted my reading glasses.
“Good?”
“Better than I’d feared,” I said. “Remus being the boring bloke that he is.”
“When he’s not a werewolf.”
“Indeed.” I had read this sentence four times.
He came closer. It was then that my eyes lifted of their own accord, an involuntary reaction to his nearness, and I saw that he was standing there quite gloriously naked.
Harry’s cock was hard. I took off my glasses, setting them on the table.
“You have a choice,” he said. His hand swept over the head of his purpling dick. “You can finish your book. Or you can have this.” He pointed his cock toward me. “Any way you want it.” The tip started to drip. I realized I was staring with my mouth open.
“Any way I want it,” I managed to say with a bit of composure. My body was swiftly condemning Remus’s book to the stacks. My cock pressed against the fly of my trousers, toward Harry, wanting him. I was beginning to salivate.
I tossed the book to the floor.
I gestured for him, and he crawled onto the chair, straddling me. I pulled my cock out, and it pointed unerringly in the direction of his soft hole. I touched myself to the velvet kiss of it. To my surprise, I was able to push into him easily. He gasped, smiling.
“You used it,” I accused, throbbing just inside. I had bought him a sizeable plug and Muggle lube to help him adjust to my girth.
Harry nodded, moving tentatively.
I growled and took his hips in my hands. I pulled him down until I was so deep he cried.
“You said any way I wanted it,” I seethed, yanking him down, grinding inside his beautiful arse.
“Yes,” he whispered. “Yes, Sirius, please….” His arms were loose, submissive at his sides, his back slightly arched, his eyes shut.
After a year, I knew what we both liked. After shouldering the responsibility of saving the world, sometimes Harry just needed me to take over. He needed a hard cock pushed deep. He needed my arms to hold him up.
He needed to let go.
His proud cock bounced against my stomach, and it was all I could do not to come.
It had to be this way – no kissing, no I love you’s – just me finding the fit of our fuck quickly. I slung one arm around his hips and supported his back with the other.
The only thing he said was my name. My name broken by the ride.
“Open your eyes and watch me come inside you,” I said.
He did, and I looked into that bright green until I couldn’t anymore. I collapsed back and spilled into him. My hips jerked, my rough thighs against his soft arse. Harry threaded his fingers into my hair, undulating on me.
I swallowed and licked my lips. “Get it up here,” I gasped.
He eased off, my cock sliding out, and I pulled him until he was half-standing, knees bent enough to get his dick in front of my face.
“Hold on,” I said. “I’ve got you.” And then I sucked his precious prong into my mouth.
His hips immediately began to fuck, his hands gripping the back of the chair, me holding him as best I could.
“Oh God, Sirius,” he cried, whipping his hips, striving, gone.
I hummed around him, as always intoxicated by his taste, enchanted by him.
I found his fucked hole, so wet with my come, and dipped two fingers inside, just fucking the rim.
Harry came, firing it off into my mouth, and I swallowed hungrily. He fucked fast until he was through. Then his legs started to quake. I pulled off, and he fell into my lap.
I cradled him, resting his sleepy head against my neck. “I’ve got you,” I whispered again. His warm breath tickled my jaw.
He fell asleep, and I pulled a throw from the sofa nearby, draping it around his shoulders. He hardly stirred. I smiled into his hair.
When I knew he was fast asleep, I leaned down and retrieved my book. It took a few tries. Once I had it back in my hand, I adjusted the lamp by the chair, aiming the light down onto the page and out of Harry’s eyes.
I tested the tea and made a face, finding it cold. Harry snuggled deeper into my body, his arm wrapping securely around my waist. I picked my reading glasses back up from where I’d set them on the side table and slipped them back on.
I held him as I read over his back.