"Duped", Sirius/Harry, NC-17
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traintracksTitle: Duped
Author:traintracks
Pairing: Sirius/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Words: 100x10
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harry100's challenge prompt #207 -- "spooky"
Warnings: godfather/godson, chan (Harry's 15)
Summary: It starts as a late night prank, but then the tables are turned.
I had only meant to spook him. I'd heard him in the kitchen rummaging, and I'd simply meant to say 'boo', make him jump, make us some tea…see if he wanted company.
But now that I've snuck up and grabbed him by the waist and frightened him, he's turning in my hands, and he's only in his pants, and he's looking up at me with dark eyes and breathing my name, and I feel his hardening cock on my thigh. I look down and I see it, poking at his pants, the pretty blushing pink barely visible through threadbare cotton.
It's the sound that does it. He makes this tiny pathetic, 'Nnn....' It's almost a question, a begging, a 'please will you?' It's 'I'm fifteen, I've never done this, I'm dying to do this.' Or maybe that's all in my head. Except that it's in his eyes, too, doe sweet eyes that are almost all pupil.
I slide my fingers just under the waistband of his pants. He exhales hot in my face.
Chocolate frogs. He was foraging for chocolate frogs.
I let gravity win and cup his bum. It's cold. I rest my pinkie fingers in the soft creases.
There's that sound again, louder, and he rocks his hips against my thigh. It's not under his control.
I yank his pants down and lift him up, setting his bottom on the counter. He gasps. I only have eyes for his cock. The pants are down around his ankles, dangling on his heels. I wrap my hand around his weeping cock and tug. I move the foreskin, reveal the shiny head – up and down.
He reaches up and grabs the cupboard handles. I want to suck on those small nipples. I want to die.
Harry opens his knees. And smiles.
I've been duped. Lured. Trapped.
Harry has orchestrated everything.
He knew I'd come find him. He only wore pants for this reason.
He knows I'm a pervert, a reprobate, a dog.
He props his heels on the counter now, scoots his butt to the edge, shows me where I can fuck him if I like. He's whining and moving his hips the very little bit that he can, and I've been suckered in. Completely.
I'm Harry's sick fool, and maybe I wouldn't have it any other way.
I stroke his cock faster. He closes his eyes on a blissful smile.
"Look at me, Harry." My first words.
He opens sparkling eyes…looks right into mine…that devilish smile still there.
I touch his mouth, push my finger inside, and he moans and sucks on it. His blushing cheeks hollow. He fucks his hips happily.
I pull my finger out with a pop, and he hums. I handle his cock rough, and he gasps. Then I prod at his exposed arsehole with my wet finger, and he groans. I watch his eyes while I push it inside. His ebony lashes are stuck together with tears.
I finger-fuck my godson on the kitchen counter.
He doesn't last, my little virgin. I don't even get the chance to really open him up. He shudders on my finger, his cock erupting in my fist. He bangs his head back into the cupboards.
I'm surprised when my name falls from his lips. I had thought maybe that it didn't matter – that I was a convenient, horny, disturbed means to this particular end.
But that doesn't appear to be true.
He's writhing on my finger. Saying my name.
Coming for me.
When he's done, his arms slip limply down. His hands go into my hair. He hums, replete.
Harry leans forward, feet slipping off the counter, knees bracketing my hips, and he whispers in my ear, "Your turn."
His liquid body slides off the countertop and into my arms. My cock is a mad thing in my trousers, leaking badly.
He turns us, my arse against the counter now, and that horrific smile is back as he drops scandalously to his bare knees.
"Harry…" I say, thinking to stop him.
"Do you not want me to suck your cock?" he asks, all innocence. His eyes speak differently. He's already fishing it out.
What can I say?
Bloody nothing.
His inexperienced mouth is perfection. That first touch of his distended lips….that peek of tongue. His hands keep my hips still so that I can't fuck it…that mouth that's killing me. Harry controls it. Harry starts moving on my cock. Harry blinks up at me as though he knows exactly what he's doing. He gags a few times, and even that seems like it's calculated to make me feel worse, to escalate the guilt, to make this even more illicit and crazy and stupid and so bloody good I'm going to pass out when I finally come in his mouth.
I don't realize that I'm actually crying – that there are tears on my face – until he flicks his quick tongue right on the slit and I start ejaculating over his lips, in his mouth, and it runs down his chin. He starts bobbing his head some more, taking it.
I'm whispering his name, and the wet on my face registers when I see my come on his. I slide my hands into his hair and finally thrust my hips, letting go, bruising his lips, sliding all the way in and coming almost all the way out with each orgasming stroke.
It's over. He's standing up. He's licking his lips, smiling at me, and it's changed to something new – something both sated and tender. He touches my face, thumbs over my mustache, along my jaw.
"Are you just going to stand there, Sirius, or are you going to carry me off to your bed and have your way with me some more?"
"My way—" I sputter.
Then the little shit is laughing. So I sweep his naked body up into my arms, and I kiss his laughing mouth hard. Harry opens for me, submits, and I'm more undone than ever.
Author:
traintracksPairing: Sirius/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Words: 100x10
Written for:
harry100's challenge prompt #207 -- "spooky"Warnings: godfather/godson, chan (Harry's 15)
Summary: It starts as a late night prank, but then the tables are turned.
I had only meant to spook him. I'd heard him in the kitchen rummaging, and I'd simply meant to say 'boo', make him jump, make us some tea…see if he wanted company.
But now that I've snuck up and grabbed him by the waist and frightened him, he's turning in my hands, and he's only in his pants, and he's looking up at me with dark eyes and breathing my name, and I feel his hardening cock on my thigh. I look down and I see it, poking at his pants, the pretty blushing pink barely visible through threadbare cotton.
It's the sound that does it. He makes this tiny pathetic, 'Nnn....' It's almost a question, a begging, a 'please will you?' It's 'I'm fifteen, I've never done this, I'm dying to do this.' Or maybe that's all in my head. Except that it's in his eyes, too, doe sweet eyes that are almost all pupil.
I slide my fingers just under the waistband of his pants. He exhales hot in my face.
Chocolate frogs. He was foraging for chocolate frogs.
I let gravity win and cup his bum. It's cold. I rest my pinkie fingers in the soft creases.
There's that sound again, louder, and he rocks his hips against my thigh. It's not under his control.
I yank his pants down and lift him up, setting his bottom on the counter. He gasps. I only have eyes for his cock. The pants are down around his ankles, dangling on his heels. I wrap my hand around his weeping cock and tug. I move the foreskin, reveal the shiny head – up and down.
He reaches up and grabs the cupboard handles. I want to suck on those small nipples. I want to die.
Harry opens his knees. And smiles.
I've been duped. Lured. Trapped.
Harry has orchestrated everything.
He knew I'd come find him. He only wore pants for this reason.
He knows I'm a pervert, a reprobate, a dog.
He props his heels on the counter now, scoots his butt to the edge, shows me where I can fuck him if I like. He's whining and moving his hips the very little bit that he can, and I've been suckered in. Completely.
I'm Harry's sick fool, and maybe I wouldn't have it any other way.
I stroke his cock faster. He closes his eyes on a blissful smile.
"Look at me, Harry." My first words.
He opens sparkling eyes…looks right into mine…that devilish smile still there.
I touch his mouth, push my finger inside, and he moans and sucks on it. His blushing cheeks hollow. He fucks his hips happily.
I pull my finger out with a pop, and he hums. I handle his cock rough, and he gasps. Then I prod at his exposed arsehole with my wet finger, and he groans. I watch his eyes while I push it inside. His ebony lashes are stuck together with tears.
I finger-fuck my godson on the kitchen counter.
He doesn't last, my little virgin. I don't even get the chance to really open him up. He shudders on my finger, his cock erupting in my fist. He bangs his head back into the cupboards.
I'm surprised when my name falls from his lips. I had thought maybe that it didn't matter – that I was a convenient, horny, disturbed means to this particular end.
But that doesn't appear to be true.
He's writhing on my finger. Saying my name.
Coming for me.
When he's done, his arms slip limply down. His hands go into my hair. He hums, replete.
Harry leans forward, feet slipping off the counter, knees bracketing my hips, and he whispers in my ear, "Your turn."
His liquid body slides off the countertop and into my arms. My cock is a mad thing in my trousers, leaking badly.
He turns us, my arse against the counter now, and that horrific smile is back as he drops scandalously to his bare knees.
"Harry…" I say, thinking to stop him.
"Do you not want me to suck your cock?" he asks, all innocence. His eyes speak differently. He's already fishing it out.
What can I say?
Bloody nothing.
His inexperienced mouth is perfection. That first touch of his distended lips….that peek of tongue. His hands keep my hips still so that I can't fuck it…that mouth that's killing me. Harry controls it. Harry starts moving on my cock. Harry blinks up at me as though he knows exactly what he's doing. He gags a few times, and even that seems like it's calculated to make me feel worse, to escalate the guilt, to make this even more illicit and crazy and stupid and so bloody good I'm going to pass out when I finally come in his mouth.
I don't realize that I'm actually crying – that there are tears on my face – until he flicks his quick tongue right on the slit and I start ejaculating over his lips, in his mouth, and it runs down his chin. He starts bobbing his head some more, taking it.
I'm whispering his name, and the wet on my face registers when I see my come on his. I slide my hands into his hair and finally thrust my hips, letting go, bruising his lips, sliding all the way in and coming almost all the way out with each orgasming stroke.
It's over. He's standing up. He's licking his lips, smiling at me, and it's changed to something new – something both sated and tender. He touches my face, thumbs over my mustache, along my jaw.
"Are you just going to stand there, Sirius, or are you going to carry me off to your bed and have your way with me some more?"
"My way—" I sputter.
Then the little shit is laughing. So I sweep his naked body up into my arms, and I kiss his laughing mouth hard. Harry opens for me, submits, and I'm more undone than ever.
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Date: 2012-11-05 02:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-11-05 03:58 am (UTC)Sirius/His Hand
'Yeah, so then (oh yeah) he turns into this (oh fuck yeah) little virgin whore and he goes down on me and (shit, that's good) even though it's his first time he's like this (oh god) cock-sucking prodigy and...oh yeah...oh fuck yeah...UNNNN!!!'
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Date: 2013-09-25 09:16 am (UTC)