The Wrong Thing - Sirius/Harry
Title: The Wrong Thing
Author/Artist: digthewriter
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sirius/Harry
Challenge(optional): "Harsh" for harry100 + Blow Job Friday for torino10154
Rating: NC-17
Length(if fic): 100 X 2
Warnings(if applicable): AU. EWE. Sirius Lives.
Notes(optional): Unbetaed
Sirius should’ve known the harsher he was with Harry, the more Harry’d want it. He'd foolishly thought that the boy would be scared. Didn't he know? Harry wasn't afraid of anything.
He pushed and pulled out that of that wet mouth, fucking it really, and hating himself for how good it was. How badly he'd want to do it again. How he knew that they would do it again.
If Harry's moans around Sirius’s cock were anything to go by, he knew that Harry was certainly enjoying himself. His hand moved fervently on his own cock and Sirius wanted to tell him to stop. He wanted to get Harry off but the only words coming out of Sirius's mouth were words of encouragement.
Words such as, more. More tongue. Less teeth. And...fuck, Harry.
He spilled himself raw and Harry was such a good boy. Taking it all in, and sucking him as if he were begging for more.
Sirius pulled back and watched as Harry fucked his own fist, locking his gaze with Sirius and not looking away.
Sirius bit his lower lip. Stopping himself from saying the wrong thing. Or for Harry, the right thing. He just watched.
Author/Artist: digthewriter
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sirius/Harry
Challenge(optional): "Harsh" for harry100 + Blow Job Friday for torino10154
Rating: NC-17
Length(if fic): 100 X 2
Warnings(if applicable): AU. EWE. Sirius Lives.
Notes(optional): Unbetaed
Sirius should’ve known the harsher he was with Harry, the more Harry’d want it. He'd foolishly thought that the boy would be scared. Didn't he know? Harry wasn't afraid of anything.
He pushed and pulled out that of that wet mouth, fucking it really, and hating himself for how good it was. How badly he'd want to do it again. How he knew that they would do it again.
If Harry's moans around Sirius’s cock were anything to go by, he knew that Harry was certainly enjoying himself. His hand moved fervently on his own cock and Sirius wanted to tell him to stop. He wanted to get Harry off but the only words coming out of Sirius's mouth were words of encouragement.
Words such as, more. More tongue. Less teeth. And...fuck, Harry.
He spilled himself raw and Harry was such a good boy. Taking it all in, and sucking him as if he were begging for more.
Sirius pulled back and watched as Harry fucked his own fist, locking his gaze with Sirius and not looking away.
Sirius bit his lower lip. Stopping himself from saying the wrong thing. Or for Harry, the right thing. He just watched.