"Inside Him", Sirius/Harry, NC-17

[traintracks]

Title: Inside Him
Author: traintracks
Pairing: Sirius/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Words: 100x5
For: harry100's prompt, "ache".
Warnings: The usual. ;-) godfather/godson, underage (not specified), size kink





Harry suspected, once they’d begun to shag, that Sirius was what one might call hung. He’d never been with any other man, and he was horribly ignorant of porn, so really all Harry had to go on were the glimpses of his mates in the loo.

Harry knew he couldn’t swallow it – wasn’t anywhere close – and he knew that, once it was all the way up, two fists around it were better than one.

Sirius always went slow. He always took great care with Harry’s body. But still… Seeing it was always a thrill. Almost always a bit terrifying really.



Harry also knew that -- even with prep, even with two three four fingers first, even with Sirius’ eager and proficient tongue and all the lube this side of the Atlantic – after they fucked, Harry’s bum would ache. And not for a little while either. For days.

Harry wore that ache like a badge of courage, of honor. He’d walk more slowly, sit more gingerly. And he’d blush when Sirius’ gaze found his own.

Because for all that his godfather was tender and sweet, was loving and thoughtful, there came a time in bed when Sirius’ good intentions failed utterly.


He’d take Harry, roll on top of him, and his animal nature would emerge. He’d be inside, buried deep, and Harry would hear the change of breath, feel the tightening of his hands. The words would change from ‘Are you ready?’ and ‘Are you sure?’ to gruff commands, to desperation, to wicked selfish lust, and he would pry Harry open with it.

Harry always looked forward to that part – to when godfather turned to lover turned to almost-animal. When the ache Sirius felt in his heart for Harry turned to mindlessness, to greed, to striving, dying, ‘Gotta come come come!’


Then afterward. If Harry had not come, Sirius -- flushed, guilty -- would let Harry crawl on top, straddle Sirius’ face, and come inside his mouth. Harry loved the feel of those whiskers against his tender flesh – the abandon, the warmth of his tongue, the way Sirius could never keep his hands to himself, feeling around to stroke Harry’s sore arse.

Harry loved those fingers, loved to silence that mouth whose lips could utter the coarsest obscenity, the softest praise.

Harry loved the feeling Sirius’ enormous cock left behind and the way coming felt with Sirius’ rough fingers petting him.


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.

And Harry would smile, bring his hand back up to his lover’s chest and rest there. He’d fall asleep to the sound of Sirius’ confessions of love, his whiskey breath, and the delicious, illicit ache, knowing a peace like no other.

Comments

[elrhiarhodan]

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.

*THIS*

Thank you.

[traintracks.livejournal.com]

Any time. ;-) :-) :-)