title: The Godfather
rating: R
pairing: Sirius Black/Harry Potter
other characters: none
prompt: for 7spells lj community "history repeats itself"
summary: Sirius' mistake.
word count: 500
setting: towards the end of Harry's fifth year at Hogwarts.
warnings: slightly graphic slash sexuality
Godfather, I thought, clenching tight fistfuls of the slippery silken bed-sheet, wadding it up inside my fist as I strained, arching my hips up from the mattress. Feathers rained down, soft and luminous like snow as Sirius threw the pillows onto the floor, grinning canine above me. All the better to eat you with, my dear. His sharp white teeth eagerly shining, searching for the ticklish hollow of my throat, the sensitive spot on the side of my neck, which he kissed. Shouldn't be liking this, came a lecturing voice in the back of my head, which I all but ignored. He's your godfather! the scandalized part of my brain spoke up in Hermione's scolding voice, but it didn't matter. Nothing did, only his hands on me and my hands on him, sliding across a bare, sweaty thigh, his jutting hip.
"Harry -- Harry --"
Sirius panting, the peppermint taste of his humid breath. I closed my eyes as he turned me over, releasing his body only long enough to remove my glasses. Everything went blurry, but that was all right. I could still feel him, body slicked. Memory served to provide the details, to paint the tattoos in blue shades of recollection, and in my mind's eye I could see his bright eyes, prankster's smile, the silken hair that fell down across his face as he shifted on top of me, delving down deep.
"Harry, oh Merlin," came his frantic gasp as he dove inside me, roughly penetrating with too much haste and need to take to it slow. There was nothing gentle about the way he gripped me, fingers digging into my skin and nails leaving welts. One strong arm spread my legs further apart as he pressed himself inside of me, the painful friction not entirely subdued by his careful application of warm oil.
I pressed my face against the bare mattress, gliding forward and backwards in tandem with his rhythm as he rode my body, my skin rubbing raw. Thought, all hilarity, of rug-burn as he slid my body back and forth across the bed, forcing his way in a fraction further and moving faster. Faster, fastest. The first strains of pleasure played me like a violin, and I gritted my teeth against crying out as he touched me with his oily fingers. Trembling like the ocean, waves upon their crest, I shuddered as I felt him quicken his pace. Sirius moaned and draped one arm loosely around my belly, pulling me to him as he thrust. One hand slid up and down my shaft, making me twist and writhe beneath him. Oh please, oh Merlin, oh Sirius. Sirius...Sirius....
I came when he did, thunderstruck by the overpowering pleasure. Deaf to all the world besides him, I heard him moan as I did. Limp, I fell forward. Sirius too was boneless, lying spent and happy above me, his lips whispering so close that I felt the vibrations across my back.
"Oh -- god --- James ---"
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