What Harry Wanted Next (Harry/Sirius)
Title: What Harry Wanted Next
Author: digthewriter
Rating: R
Pairing: Harry/Sirius
Written for: birdsofshore's Anywhere But the Bed Comment Fest - Prompt by lumosed_quill
Notes: Utterly unbetaed
Word Count: 540
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Harry slid his hand up Sirius’s thigh and felt his godfather’s breath hitch just a bit. The last time Harry had performed the act, Sirius had released a gasp of surprise that earned him a sharp look from everyone in the room.
“Sorry, just felt a cool breeze up my spine,” Sirius had said and Snape had glared at Harry for a good two minutes before looking away.
Harry never understood how Professor Snape always knew to just glare down at him like that. Always.
So this time Harry was more careful, and Sirius was a lot more quiet. Harry still couldn’t believe that Sirius never scolded him for what he’d done the last time, and of course, Harry took that as a sign of doing it again.
Sirius wouldn’t have expected anything else.
When Harry’s hand reached up to cup Sirius’s balls in the bloody tight trousers the man insisted on wearing, Sirius finally grabbed a hold of Harry’s wrist and squeezed it. Harry looked up to meet Sirius’s gaze and Sirius shook his head.
They were seated at the table and their lower halves were concealed enough to hide what they were really doing. Harry didn’t understand why Sirius stopped him.
Harry gave Sirius a questioning look, trying not to pout, but something the smile on Sirius’s face told him that he was failing miserably. He was pouting.
Sirius interlaced his fingers with Harry’s and squeezed his hand before releasing it. Harry looked away from Sirius and towards the crowd that was busy discussing and planning, and all Harry wanted was…Sirius.
It hadn’t been a minute when he felt Sirius’s hand squeeze his knee and begin to travel up slowly. Sirius’s palm pressed against Harry’s hard cock and Harry placed both hands on the table and lowered his head a little.
To anyone else it looked like he was concentrating hard, but Sirius knew that the only thing Harry was concentrating on was not to moan out loud.
Sirius’s hand shifted up and down Harry’s shaft hiding in his trousers and Harry didn’t know how in the bloody hell could the man get him off like that. Sirius knew exactly where to press harder and where to drag his nails atop Harry’s jeans.
Fuck, it was incredible.
Harry looked up, took in a deep breath, and held it until he came. As he was shooting in his pants, Harry released a low moan and breathed coolly out of his mouth. He turned to look at Sirius who had a questioning eyebrow raised and Harry nodded. Sirius grinned at him and took his hand slowly off Harry’s groin, squeezing his knee again.
Harry bit his lower lip looking at Sirius hoping that Sirius would understand what he wanted next.
When it seemed that the group really was paying them no mind at all, Sirius stood up and left the room. Harry followed shortly after. He hadn’t turned the corner, when Sirius pulled Harry into the kitchen and had him pressed against the wall.
Before Harry knew it, he was bent over the kitchen table, his jeans pulled down to his ankles and Sirius was thrusting into him.
Evidently, Sirius had understood what Harry wanted next.
Author: digthewriter
Rating: R
Pairing: Harry/Sirius
Written for: birdsofshore's Anywhere But the Bed Comment Fest - Prompt by lumosed_quill
Notes: Utterly unbetaed
Word Count: 540
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Harry slid his hand up Sirius’s thigh and felt his godfather’s breath hitch just a bit. The last time Harry had performed the act, Sirius had released a gasp of surprise that earned him a sharp look from everyone in the room.
“Sorry, just felt a cool breeze up my spine,” Sirius had said and Snape had glared at Harry for a good two minutes before looking away.
Harry never understood how Professor Snape always knew to just glare down at him like that. Always.
So this time Harry was more careful, and Sirius was a lot more quiet. Harry still couldn’t believe that Sirius never scolded him for what he’d done the last time, and of course, Harry took that as a sign of doing it again.
Sirius wouldn’t have expected anything else.
When Harry’s hand reached up to cup Sirius’s balls in the bloody tight trousers the man insisted on wearing, Sirius finally grabbed a hold of Harry’s wrist and squeezed it. Harry looked up to meet Sirius’s gaze and Sirius shook his head.
They were seated at the table and their lower halves were concealed enough to hide what they were really doing. Harry didn’t understand why Sirius stopped him.
Harry gave Sirius a questioning look, trying not to pout, but something the smile on Sirius’s face told him that he was failing miserably. He was pouting.
Sirius interlaced his fingers with Harry’s and squeezed his hand before releasing it. Harry looked away from Sirius and towards the crowd that was busy discussing and planning, and all Harry wanted was…Sirius.
It hadn’t been a minute when he felt Sirius’s hand squeeze his knee and begin to travel up slowly. Sirius’s palm pressed against Harry’s hard cock and Harry placed both hands on the table and lowered his head a little.
To anyone else it looked like he was concentrating hard, but Sirius knew that the only thing Harry was concentrating on was not to moan out loud.
Sirius’s hand shifted up and down Harry’s shaft hiding in his trousers and Harry didn’t know how in the bloody hell could the man get him off like that. Sirius knew exactly where to press harder and where to drag his nails atop Harry’s jeans.
Fuck, it was incredible.
Harry looked up, took in a deep breath, and held it until he came. As he was shooting in his pants, Harry released a low moan and breathed coolly out of his mouth. He turned to look at Sirius who had a questioning eyebrow raised and Harry nodded. Sirius grinned at him and took his hand slowly off Harry’s groin, squeezing his knee again.
Harry bit his lower lip looking at Sirius hoping that Sirius would understand what he wanted next.
When it seemed that the group really was paying them no mind at all, Sirius stood up and left the room. Harry followed shortly after. He hadn’t turned the corner, when Sirius pulled Harry into the kitchen and had him pressed against the wall.
Before Harry knew it, he was bent over the kitchen table, his jeans pulled down to his ankles and Sirius was thrusting into him.
Evidently, Sirius had understood what Harry wanted next.