The best was after – when all was dusk and magic, when they lay together and Harry *throbbed*. Sirius’ cock would be spent, an asleep thing against his thigh. Harry would touch it, wonder at it, and Sirius, hissing, would grasp his wrist and just one dark word would come from between gritted teeth: “Boy…” A warning and an endearment.
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timeasmymeasure
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Date: 2012-09-10 03:36 am (UTC)*THIS*
Thank you.