Harry sat in Sirius's old bedroom in 12 Grimauld Place, reminiscing about all the good times he had spent with his godfather, laughing, joking and hanging out, the two of them being more like friends than anything else. Gryffindor memorabilia was plastered all over the walls causing Harry to think about all the times he had met Sirius in the fireplace of Gryffindor Tower. A framed picture of James and Lily sat on the bedside table, in front of another framed picture of Sirius, James and Remus. A noticeable rip along one edge indicated when Pettigrew had once been. Lying beside both frames collecting dust was a pile of frayed pictures, obviously damaged from years of perusal by Sirius. On top of said pile, Harry waved at himself from a picture Sirius took of him the first time Harry ever came to Grimmauld Place. Underneath that sat Sirius' Gryffindor Quidditch Team picture. The next few pictures were an assortment of snapshots taken during games, practices and downtime in the locker rooms after matches, featuring an array of muscle-clad teenagers joking on with each other. Harry picked up on locker room picture, sliding a finger gently across Sirius' perfect teenage body as her roared laughing at something someone had said. Tears formed in the corners of Harry's eyes.
Three years ago, Harry had watched Sirius pass through the veil, his face widened and rough, so different from that smooth young man who Harry now looked at. He had thought that the pain would be easy enough to get over - Harry had been the cause of so many deaths during the war, he had thought he could just blank this one out like all the others. But he would never forget his godfather. A knock sounded at the door and Harry stood up, pulling on Sirius' dressing gown after having just slept in Sirius' bed.
"Harry are you in there?" Hermione said from the other sound of the door. Harry walked over reluctantly, drying his eyes on the dressing gown.
"Hey Hermione" Harry said as he opened the door.
"Hi Harry" Hermione said softly, looking last Harry at the dishevelled bed sheets, "I thought you may have slept here last night".
Harry nodded slightly, grunting in response.
"I just came up to see if you wanted any breakfast. Kreacher has made some crumpets, we could bring you some up if you like?"
"No it's alright, I think I may just go back to sleep" he replied. Hermione nodded.
"Well, if you want to talk..." she said, lingering in order to judge Harry's reaction. Harry simply nodded and stepped back a bit, readying himself to close the door. Knowing it to be her que to leave Hermionie smiled and walked away, leaving Harry to shut the door and crawl back into bed.
Harry lay on his side, staring at the picture as Sirius continued laughing at his friends. His eyes drooped until sleep eventually overtook him - a young, nude Sirius the last thing he saw.
Harry slowly blinked open his eyes in an attempt to grow accustomed to the dark around him. Harry sat up and rubbed his eyes. The picture he had fallen asleep to was tucked under his pillow slightly. Harry picked it up and kissed it gently before placing it back on the pile of photographs on the bedside cabinet. Throwing the blanket aside, Harry stood, pulling the dressing gown off his shoulders and throwing it over a chair by the door. Now completely naked as a gentle trickle of sunlight trickled onto his body through a small parting in the curtains.
Quite confident that he was the only person on this floor of the house - seen as there was nothing up here except Sirius' room, a bathroom and stairs to the loft - he walked out onto the corridor without bothering to clothe himself. He walked groggily toward the bathroom, stopping with his hand on the handle only as he heard the water cascading down from the shower. He frowned for a moment as he thought about who could be in there. A small smile grew on Harry's face as he realised that it could only be Ron in that shower. Hermionie was staying in the one en-suite room of the house and so wouldn't need to climb so many stairs just for a shower. Shrugging to himself, Harry twisted the handle and walked in. After all, what's the worst that could happen? Either one of the two men would walk out, or Ron would finally admit that he fancied Harry as much as Harry fancied Ron. And either way, any opportunity to see a fit naked man in the shower was a good opportunity in Harry's mind.
"There you are" came a soft and seductive voice from the shower as Harry shut the door. Harry stopped in his tracks; that was not the voice he was expecting to hear.
"I've been missing you" Harry said as he walked through the steam, "Why did you have to leave me?"
"Believe me Harry, I didn't want to. I would have given an arm to just be with you."
Harry's grin turned to a smile at these words. Maybe his godfather really was serious about this. The steam cleared as Harry neared the shower and Sirius walked forwards, greeting Harry with a soft kiss.
"But then you couldn't touch me the way you do" Harry argued, flitting his tongue across Sirius' collar bone as Sirius used both arms to explore Harry's body.
"Too true. We both know I couldn't go for a day without touching you."
"Then by all means, keep touching".
Sirius laughed at Harry, wondering how he had ever managed to get such an attractive boy, his godson for that matter, under a shower with him.
"Earth to Sirius, it's getting a bit hard down here, we could really do with your help".
Sirius gave his barking laugh and cast his eyes back on Harry's raging erection before roughly pushing Harry down onto his knee's, knowing how he liked it.
Harry, however, also knew what made Sirius hard and so deliberately knelt in front of him, simply letting his breath wash over Sirius' throbbing cock.
"I will kill you, you do know that don't you?" Sirius panted, his head resting against the wall. Harry laughed before leaning forwards, letting the head of his Godfather's erection rest against his lips, water washing down him in torrents. He parted his lips suddenly and took the whole erection down to the back of his throat, nipping ever so slightly as Sirius groaned with pleasure. Harry grabbed Sirius hips and manoeuvred himself backwards towards the wall, resting against it with his mouth wide open, Sirius' cock still inside. Briskly, Harry grabbed Sirius by his arse cheeks and started pushing Sirius into his mouth, slowly pulling him out then pushing him back in. Sirius soon registered what Harry was doing and grabbed Harry's head, fisting his hair into a ball in his hand before starting to thrust himself into Harry's mouth, fucking his Godson's face with a vigour. Harry moaned deeply around Sirius's cock, loving the feel of a dick in his mouth.
The whole sensation quickly built, soon sending Sirius falling, failing to warn Harry of the imminent climax, Harry however, ever the observant one, noticed Sirius stiffening and pulled his head back, looking straight into Sirius' eyes as his Godfather came all across his face. Sirius fell back against the wall opposite Harry and sat there panting as Harry licked the come from around his lips, crawling across to Sirius, determined that he would taste himself on Harry.
"Do you know everything I like?" Sirius asked as Harry presented himself before Sirius.
"I like to think I do, but if I'm to be honest, I just wanted to watch you lick your jizz off my face" Harry replied. Sirius laughed again and pulled Harry into a passionate embrace, felling himself harden as he pulled away and licked Harry's cheek, before proceeding to clean every part of his lovers face.
"Anyway" Sirius said after the cleaning was finished, "I need to return the favour."
"And about time, but no more of that 'I want to come on you' shit".
"But you look so good with my white streaks down your body" Sirius moaned, smiling.
"I bet I'll look even better with your white streaks oozing out of my ass though."
"Good point."
"And then once you've finished fucking my tight little ass, you can bend me over and rim me, stick your tongue in the hole you made and suck all that come back out".
Sirius roared with pleasure, grabbing his cock and pumping it a few times.
"Harry if you say anymore I'll be coming before you're even on your knees you dirty little bitch, now get back in that shower and get on your knees, now".
Harry loved it when Sirius went all gruff and dominant, his dick burning with desire.
"Fine but at least prepare me first; I still haven't recovered from the last time" Harry said with a smile.
Sirius laughed, before pushing Harry in the small of his back, causing him to fall to the floor of the shower. Before Harry had even reached the floor however, Sirius had grabbed a bottle of shower gel they liked to use as lube and started lathering his fingers in it. Kneeling behind Harry, he roughly pulled his Godsons legs apart, spreading his cheeks to reveal a small, perfect asshole. Sirius ran his fingers around Harry's entrance, slowly spreading the shower gel before pressing his index finger into the opening, letting it slide all the way in. Harry gasped and his cock jerked, his asshole tightening around Sirius' finger as he grew accustomed to it in his arse. Sirius waited a few moments until he felt Harry relax around him before moving, pulling his finger until it was nearly out then forcing it back in again. After a few minutes Harry started begging for Sirius to fuck him. Sirius applied some more shower gel to Harry's hole, one finger still inside Harry, before sliding another one in alongside it. He started stretching his fingers, opening the tight space as much as he could, knowing that Harry wouldn't want the experience ruined for him. Finally, Sirius added a third finger, twisting his hand around to open it up some more. Harry shuddered, feeling Sirius gently brush against his prostate. After five minutes of finger-fucking, Sirius pulled out and started kissing Harry's neck, brushing the hair out of his lovers eyes as he positioned them both so they were facing each other, Harry's legs on each of his shoulders. Slowly, though wishing he could pound himself into Harry harder than a herd of rhino's, he lathered his cock in the shower gel and guided it into Harry's entrance, pushing it inside as Harry winced around him. Again, Sirius waited for Harry to relax before starting to truly fuck him. Harry felt himself falling into paradise as he let Sirius do his work, hoping that he would have to get used being in such positions. As Harry became more relaxed with Sirius slowly thrusting into his arse, Sirius began to pick up the pace. Soon he was thrusting with force into Harry's tight little arse. As the fucking escalated, Harry started screaming, pumping his own cock with abandon. Sirius stared down at his Godson possesively as he fucked him, before leaning down and kissing Harry. Harry moaned into the kiss, letting Sirius' tongue explore his mouth. After a few minutes of continued, passionate, kissing and fucking, Sirius slowed his hips a little and pulled away from the kiss, his face a mere inches from Harry's.
"Call me Daddy" Sirius said roughly, staring straight into his Godson's eyes.
Harry moaned with ecstasy, becoming more turned on by Sirius' gruff words.
"Daddy! Please daddy fuck me! Fuck me hard!" Harry screamed, pulling Sirius back down into a kiss.
Sirius' climax started building as he heard Harry's cries and he once again started thrusting with abandon.
Harry let his legs fall to the floor as he started pumping his cock again, noticing how suddenly soft the floor was. Also noting the distinct lack of water, and the even more distinct lack of Sirius.
Harry jolted awake in his bed, panting heavily, his cock dripping with anticipation.