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Gift fic for SiriuslySnogged!
TO: siriuslysnogged
FROM: ANONYMOUS
TITLE: Daddy
PAIRING: Sirius/Harry
RATING: NC-17
WARNINGS: chan, role-playing (pseudo-incest)
WORD COUNT: ~2500
DISCLAIMER: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Thanks to S for the beta.
The first time it happens Sirius chooses to ignore it, chalking it up to orgasm-induced incoherency. So what if Harry arches up and breathes "Daddy" when he comes? He probably doesn't even know what he's saying.
The second time it happens is a bit more difficult to overlook, especially when Harry curls his fingers into Sirius' hair and moans "God, Dad." Afterwards Sirius tells himself that Harry probably meant to say "Pad", a shorter version of his schoolboy nickname, but muddled the consonants in the heat of passion.
But the third time it happens Sirius can't just dismiss it. He pauses in between thrusts and manages to gasp, "What?"
"Sirius," Harry whimpers, and digs his rough heels into Sirius' calves, trying to shove his hips up harder.
"What did you just say?"
Harry shuts his eyes and runs anxious hands down Sirius' spine. His fingernails scrape over the knobs of vertebrae, and he clenches his arse hard, squeezing Sirius' cock. Sirius gasps and Harry grins, does it again, inciting him to keep moving and keep fucking.
Sirius groans and again forces his hips to stop. "Did you call me 'Daddy'?" he asks, pushing his hair out of his eyes. Harry wriggles beneath him, eyes still closed, and Sirius pulls back a bit, not withdrawing fully, but enough to make Harry whine in frustration. "It's all right, I just want to know."
Harry doesn't reply. Sirius feels a hand between their bodies and glances down to notice that Harry is attempting to jerk himself off, although he really doesn't have enough room. "Stop it," Sirius says, and reaches down, catching the hand roughly when Harry doesn't obey. "I said stop," he repeats, voice dangerous, and Harry finally opens his eyes and looks up.
"I didn't mean to say it," he whispers. "I just … think about it sometimes and … I didn't mean to say it, Sirius. Honest." He bites his lip, and Sirius feels his cock pulse, unable to resist the enchanting gesture. Harry twitches against him, and Sirius knows he must have felt it too.
"You think about … your father? When we're having sex?" Sirius desperately tries to suppress the flood of heat that rushes inexplicably to his cock.
Harry groans in frustration and shakes his head. "No, not about … him. About you, like that. Er. Calling you that. You telling me what to do." When Sirius doesn't respond he quickly adds, "but it's just pretend."
The moment stretches out between them: awkward, uncertain and heavy with implication. Sirius is suddenly far too aware of his cock and the way it's still pulsing inappropriately. Harry squirms against him and he feels it everywhere.
"I'm sorry," Harry whispers finally, and when Sirius glances down at him he looks like he's about to cry.
"No, no, sweetheart, it's okay," Sirius says, reaching up to brush the fringe off his forehead. "It's okay to have fantasies like that."
"Really?" Harry breathes. Sirius smiles at him and rubs his neck, which is damp with cooling sweat.
"Yeah. Maybe- Well. Maybe we can play with that sometime."
Harry's eyes go wide for a second and then he grins. "Okay! Okay, yeah."
"But for now-" Sirius rocks his hips forward against Harry and they both gasp at the renewed sensation. It's sticky and a bit awkward at first, but then Harry wraps his legs around Sirius' waist, friction reviving the heat between them, and soon Sirius is panting again and trying to hold himself off as long as possible.
He reaches between their straining stomachs and starts to jerk his fist roughly around Harry's cock, tugging and slipping over the swollen flesh until Harry whimpers and bucks, coming hard and catching at Sirius' shoulder with his small, sharp teeth. Even as he tries to keep still, Sirius can tell that it's good for Harry, who shivers and stretches up, whole body tensing with orgasm.
Harry's just barely finished when Sirius starts thrusting again, jackknifing his hips forward in short, powerful jerks, slamming home over and over into the slim body beneath him. Harry submits to the onslaught, arching slightly, and that does it - Sirius climaxes with a hoarse shout, eyes fluttering shut as the warm rush of pleasure shakes through him.
Suddenly everything's hot and liquid around his oversensitive cock and he shivers at the slide of his own come, wet and dirty and so fucking perfect. Harry makes a little noise, pushing up, and Sirius thinks he can feel it too.
He manages to collapse slightly to the side of Harry, one thigh still between his thin legs, hip pinning him to the mattress. "Ah, Jesus," he mutters, the words muffled into the side of Harry's arm. "All right, kiddo?"
"Mm," Harry murmurs, stroking idly through Sirius' hair. "Yeah."
They're sticky and sweaty and smell of sex, but as Sirius pushes himself up on one elbow and kisses Harry, mumbling sweetly into his mouth, he thinks he could probably stay like this forever.
--
Harry's sitting at the kitchen table when Sirius comes in, reading a Quidditch magazine and eating peanut butter out of the jar with a spoon.
"I guess it's just you and me tonight, kiddo," Sirius says, and Harry makes a vague sound of agreement. Sirius pauses, and then carefully adds, "Mum's at her book club."
Harry looks up, brow furrowing. "What?"
"I said that mum's at her book club tonight."
"Mum? Sirius, what-"
"Sirius? Since when do you call your dad by his given name?" Sirius asks. He keeps his tone casual, and doesn't look directly at Harry, but rather goes to the fridge and peers inside.
Harry's silent for a moment, then he sort of half-coughs, half-laughs and Sirius closes the fridge door and looks at him. "You- Are we-" Harry begins, awkward. He's blushing.
"All right?" Sirius asks softly, and suddenly he's unsure that this was the right way to go about it - Harry seems more nervous and embarrassed than aroused.
"Oh, yeah," Harry breathes, still flushed but he's smiling now, and so Sirius gives him a little wink.
"Why don't you tell me about school today," he murmurs, pulling up a chair and sitting across from Harry at the table.
"Er- Well, I-" Harry stutters. Sirius reaches out and runs a hand along his bare forearm, smiling encouragingly. "I heard some of the other boys talking about- Um."
"About what?" Sirius asks, still rubbing Harry's arm gently, soothingly. "You can talk to your dad about anything, you know." He winks again, and Harry grins.
"Yeah," Harry says. "Just. They were talking about some things. Sex and stuff." Harry's blushing so darkly now that Sirius almost wants to laugh, but he's also breathing harder, so that's all right.
"Sex things?" Sirius prompts, after Harry is silent for a few seconds too long.
"Um. They were talking about … Blow jobs." Sirius can't resist grinning--the fantasy's Harry's, so he'd wanted him to take the lead, and he likes where this is going.
"Oh?"
"What is that?" Harry asks, eyes wide, and he's playing the innocent part so well - Sirius feels a delicious heat flood through him.
"Harry, that's … When a person stimulates a man's penis with their mouth."
Harry wrinkles his nose. "Ugh, Dad that's disgusting!" he says, and giggles. "Why would you want to do that?"
Sirius lets his fingers slide higher, under the sleeve of Harry's t-shirt, teasing over the sensitive skin of his inner elbow. "Well, it feels good."
"Really?" Harry asks. "But … What about for the person who has to put it in their mouth? Isn't that horrible?"
"Not necessarily," Sirius replies, and he sits forward a bit, letting one of his knees gently slip between Harry's with an insistent pressure. "It can be quite enjoyable."
"Can it?" Harry breathes, but Sirius doesn't think he even knows he's speaking; instead he's shifting his hips forward, slowly - almost cautiously - bringing his groin into contact with Sirius' knee. Sirius can feel the stiffness of his erection through the pyjama bottoms he's wearing, and he obligingly presses up as well, grinning when Harry gasps.
"Oh absolutely," he murmurs, pointing his toe and then flattening his foot so his shin slides up and down along Harry's cock. "Maybe I should show you."
"But-" Harry whispers. "You're my father. Isn't it wrong?" Sirius rubs him again and Harry's pelvis twists forward.
"Not at all, Harry. It's better for you to learn this from your dad than from someone you don't even know, right?"
"Yeah, I suppose so."
"Just relax." Sirius drops down to his knees in front of Harry, using the width of his shoulders to spread his legs further apart. Harry whimpers, rocking up, and Sirius breathes hotly on him through his pyjama bottoms.
He looks up and Harry's eyes are half-shut; he's looking down at Sirius through those thick lashes, breathing hard, teeth worrying his plump lower lip.
"Lift up for a second," Sirius says and Harry obeys. Sirius pulls his pyjamas down over those slim hips, exposing Harry's cock, which bounces eagerly, sticking up straight and flushed from of its nest of curls. "Jesus, Harry."
"Is it all right, Dad?" Harry whispers, and Sirius looks up sharply because his voice quivers. Harry's really getting into this.
"Of course it is," Sirius says. "It's perfect." He leans forward and inhales, savouring the sweet, boyish musk that radiates off Harry's skin. His cock is pink and smooth, and as Harry spreads his legs Sirius can see his plump balls drawn up at the base of it. Sirius reaches up, rubbing teasing fingers over his tense bollocks; Harry twitches and shunts his hips towards him, slumping back in the chair with a little whimper. "Good boy," he murmurs, and Harry groans.
Harry's cock is getting harder and darker by the second, and Sirius wants nothing more than to slide it into his mouth and suck on it, but he also wants to tease him a bit more, if only for the sake of their game. He wraps his thumb and forefinger carefully around the very base of Harry's prick to steady it, and lowers his mouth, licking slowly at the tip.
Harry jerks forward and Sirius backs off, grinning up at him. "I think we should go slowly, kiddo. Seeing as it's your first time and all." Harry makes a vague dissatisfied noise and Sirius leans down and licks him again, tasting salt and the musky-sweet boy-slime that leaks from the tip of his penis.
Sirius uses just his thumb and forefinger to slide the soft, pliant foreskin back from the head of Harry's cock, then breathes on him, making him whimper. Harry's chest labours like he's just done a sprint, and Sirius locks eyes with him as he slowly licks along the sweet pink swell of the glans, letting the tip of his tongue dip into the slit and tease.
"Dad…" Harry mumbles, and Sirius smiles at him in what he hopes is a paternal manner-he's finding it difficult to be fatherly with Harry's cock so close to his mouth. "Daddy." Sirius lets it slip just a little ways between his lips, resting it on his tongue, weighing it. Harry gasps breathily, watching him through heavy-lidded eyes, and Sirius hums approvingly.
Keeping his tongue sliding wetly around the swollen head, Sirius curls warm fingers around Harry's shaft, rubbing him with little twitching strokes made easier with sweat. He skates his thumb up along the underside, dragging his nail lightly against the pulsing vein--just how Harry likes it--and is rewarded with a gorgeous whimper.
Harry's close now; Sirius knows because he's squirming a bit, running his fingers absently along the wood grain of the table, and he can never keep still when he's nearing orgasm. Sirius leans forward: slides more of him into his mouth and sucks deeply, trying to swallow around the head as much as he can. Harry groans and his eyes drift shut.
"Fuck, Si--Dad. Fuck."
Sirius pulls off him for a moment, resting his lips against the spit-slick skin of Harry's cock and reaching up to cup his hips. "Come for me, Harry," he murmurs, and pulls him back into his mouth, sucking hard at the head, letting his tongue tease into the slit on each upstroke. Harry gasps and strains up; Sirius can feel his thighs tense, and he slides encouraging fingertips over the smooth ridges of his hipbones.
Come on, Harry, he thinks, and then Harry does, twisting his hand in Sirius's hair and letting out a strangled little half-moan. Sirius instantly tastes the bittersweet tang of his come, and tilts his head back a bit, allowing it to slide hotly down his throat. He keeps swallowing until Harry shivers and tugs up at his hair.
"St--stop," he whimpers, and Sirius grins, but lets the still half-hard cock slip out of his mouth. He rests his cheek on Harry's thigh, giving him time to recover.
After a moment he says, "Alright?"
"Yeah."
Sirius shifts up a bit and kisses Harry gently, feeding him the taste of his own come, and Harry laughs against his mouth. Leaning back, Sirius glances down and grins at the sight of Harry's cock, soft now but still plump and flushed from exertion. He slides his hand down the flat of Harry's abdomen and cups him protectively. Harry sighs, and Sirius turns back into the kiss.
"What now?" Harry murmurs, curling his fingers around the back of Sirius's neck.
"Now?" Sirius repeats, leering wickedly and pressing little biting kisses to Harry's mouth. "Now I think it's time for you to take care of your old man."
--
"Sirius?"
"Mm."
"Can you get off me?"
Sirius chuckles and presses a kiss to the sweaty nape of Harry's neck. "Sorry, kiddo."
Harry sighs as Sirius withdraws and collapses beside him with a satisfied grunt. Harry presses back against him, shuffling against the coverlet until Sirius slides a knee between his and wraps one arm around his waist.
"That was...different," Sirius whispers after a while.
"It was brilliant."
"Yeah," Sirius replies. He rubs Harry's stomach lightly, then laughs.
"What?"
"Just. I'd make a pretty terrible father."
Harry laughs too, and then suddenly wriggles out of Sirius's grip, turning around to face him. "It's your turn."
"Hmm?"
"I want to do one of your fantasies."
"You're my fantasy," Sirius says, grinning hugely.
Harry giggles and hits him. "No, shut up. I mean it."
Sirius sighs, turning onto his back and flinging an arm dramatically over his face. "Darling, I'm knackered"
"Not right now," Harry says, rolling his eyes. "But. You know. Sometime."
When Sirius says nothing, Harry groans and crawls on top of him, straddling his hips. "Sirius!"
"Mm."
"You don't have any fantasies about me?"
Sirius twists his hips, upsetting Harry's balance and tipping him forward until their chests meet. "Well. Now that you mention it..."
"Yes?"
"Would you happen to have your school robes handy?"
Harry grins.
END
FROM: ANONYMOUS
TITLE: Daddy
PAIRING: Sirius/Harry
RATING: NC-17
WARNINGS: chan, role-playing (pseudo-incest)
WORD COUNT: ~2500
DISCLAIMER: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Thanks to S for the beta.
The first time it happens Sirius chooses to ignore it, chalking it up to orgasm-induced incoherency. So what if Harry arches up and breathes "Daddy" when he comes? He probably doesn't even know what he's saying.
The second time it happens is a bit more difficult to overlook, especially when Harry curls his fingers into Sirius' hair and moans "God, Dad." Afterwards Sirius tells himself that Harry probably meant to say "Pad", a shorter version of his schoolboy nickname, but muddled the consonants in the heat of passion.
But the third time it happens Sirius can't just dismiss it. He pauses in between thrusts and manages to gasp, "What?"
"Sirius," Harry whimpers, and digs his rough heels into Sirius' calves, trying to shove his hips up harder.
"What did you just say?"
Harry shuts his eyes and runs anxious hands down Sirius' spine. His fingernails scrape over the knobs of vertebrae, and he clenches his arse hard, squeezing Sirius' cock. Sirius gasps and Harry grins, does it again, inciting him to keep moving and keep fucking.
Sirius groans and again forces his hips to stop. "Did you call me 'Daddy'?" he asks, pushing his hair out of his eyes. Harry wriggles beneath him, eyes still closed, and Sirius pulls back a bit, not withdrawing fully, but enough to make Harry whine in frustration. "It's all right, I just want to know."
Harry doesn't reply. Sirius feels a hand between their bodies and glances down to notice that Harry is attempting to jerk himself off, although he really doesn't have enough room. "Stop it," Sirius says, and reaches down, catching the hand roughly when Harry doesn't obey. "I said stop," he repeats, voice dangerous, and Harry finally opens his eyes and looks up.
"I didn't mean to say it," he whispers. "I just … think about it sometimes and … I didn't mean to say it, Sirius. Honest." He bites his lip, and Sirius feels his cock pulse, unable to resist the enchanting gesture. Harry twitches against him, and Sirius knows he must have felt it too.
"You think about … your father? When we're having sex?" Sirius desperately tries to suppress the flood of heat that rushes inexplicably to his cock.
Harry groans in frustration and shakes his head. "No, not about … him. About you, like that. Er. Calling you that. You telling me what to do." When Sirius doesn't respond he quickly adds, "but it's just pretend."
The moment stretches out between them: awkward, uncertain and heavy with implication. Sirius is suddenly far too aware of his cock and the way it's still pulsing inappropriately. Harry squirms against him and he feels it everywhere.
"I'm sorry," Harry whispers finally, and when Sirius glances down at him he looks like he's about to cry.
"No, no, sweetheart, it's okay," Sirius says, reaching up to brush the fringe off his forehead. "It's okay to have fantasies like that."
"Really?" Harry breathes. Sirius smiles at him and rubs his neck, which is damp with cooling sweat.
"Yeah. Maybe- Well. Maybe we can play with that sometime."
Harry's eyes go wide for a second and then he grins. "Okay! Okay, yeah."
"But for now-" Sirius rocks his hips forward against Harry and they both gasp at the renewed sensation. It's sticky and a bit awkward at first, but then Harry wraps his legs around Sirius' waist, friction reviving the heat between them, and soon Sirius is panting again and trying to hold himself off as long as possible.
He reaches between their straining stomachs and starts to jerk his fist roughly around Harry's cock, tugging and slipping over the swollen flesh until Harry whimpers and bucks, coming hard and catching at Sirius' shoulder with his small, sharp teeth. Even as he tries to keep still, Sirius can tell that it's good for Harry, who shivers and stretches up, whole body tensing with orgasm.
Harry's just barely finished when Sirius starts thrusting again, jackknifing his hips forward in short, powerful jerks, slamming home over and over into the slim body beneath him. Harry submits to the onslaught, arching slightly, and that does it - Sirius climaxes with a hoarse shout, eyes fluttering shut as the warm rush of pleasure shakes through him.
Suddenly everything's hot and liquid around his oversensitive cock and he shivers at the slide of his own come, wet and dirty and so fucking perfect. Harry makes a little noise, pushing up, and Sirius thinks he can feel it too.
He manages to collapse slightly to the side of Harry, one thigh still between his thin legs, hip pinning him to the mattress. "Ah, Jesus," he mutters, the words muffled into the side of Harry's arm. "All right, kiddo?"
"Mm," Harry murmurs, stroking idly through Sirius' hair. "Yeah."
They're sticky and sweaty and smell of sex, but as Sirius pushes himself up on one elbow and kisses Harry, mumbling sweetly into his mouth, he thinks he could probably stay like this forever.
--
Harry's sitting at the kitchen table when Sirius comes in, reading a Quidditch magazine and eating peanut butter out of the jar with a spoon.
"I guess it's just you and me tonight, kiddo," Sirius says, and Harry makes a vague sound of agreement. Sirius pauses, and then carefully adds, "Mum's at her book club."
Harry looks up, brow furrowing. "What?"
"I said that mum's at her book club tonight."
"Mum? Sirius, what-"
"Sirius? Since when do you call your dad by his given name?" Sirius asks. He keeps his tone casual, and doesn't look directly at Harry, but rather goes to the fridge and peers inside.
Harry's silent for a moment, then he sort of half-coughs, half-laughs and Sirius closes the fridge door and looks at him. "You- Are we-" Harry begins, awkward. He's blushing.
"All right?" Sirius asks softly, and suddenly he's unsure that this was the right way to go about it - Harry seems more nervous and embarrassed than aroused.
"Oh, yeah," Harry breathes, still flushed but he's smiling now, and so Sirius gives him a little wink.
"Why don't you tell me about school today," he murmurs, pulling up a chair and sitting across from Harry at the table.
"Er- Well, I-" Harry stutters. Sirius reaches out and runs a hand along his bare forearm, smiling encouragingly. "I heard some of the other boys talking about- Um."
"About what?" Sirius asks, still rubbing Harry's arm gently, soothingly. "You can talk to your dad about anything, you know." He winks again, and Harry grins.
"Yeah," Harry says. "Just. They were talking about some things. Sex and stuff." Harry's blushing so darkly now that Sirius almost wants to laugh, but he's also breathing harder, so that's all right.
"Sex things?" Sirius prompts, after Harry is silent for a few seconds too long.
"Um. They were talking about … Blow jobs." Sirius can't resist grinning--the fantasy's Harry's, so he'd wanted him to take the lead, and he likes where this is going.
"Oh?"
"What is that?" Harry asks, eyes wide, and he's playing the innocent part so well - Sirius feels a delicious heat flood through him.
"Harry, that's … When a person stimulates a man's penis with their mouth."
Harry wrinkles his nose. "Ugh, Dad that's disgusting!" he says, and giggles. "Why would you want to do that?"
Sirius lets his fingers slide higher, under the sleeve of Harry's t-shirt, teasing over the sensitive skin of his inner elbow. "Well, it feels good."
"Really?" Harry asks. "But … What about for the person who has to put it in their mouth? Isn't that horrible?"
"Not necessarily," Sirius replies, and he sits forward a bit, letting one of his knees gently slip between Harry's with an insistent pressure. "It can be quite enjoyable."
"Can it?" Harry breathes, but Sirius doesn't think he even knows he's speaking; instead he's shifting his hips forward, slowly - almost cautiously - bringing his groin into contact with Sirius' knee. Sirius can feel the stiffness of his erection through the pyjama bottoms he's wearing, and he obligingly presses up as well, grinning when Harry gasps.
"Oh absolutely," he murmurs, pointing his toe and then flattening his foot so his shin slides up and down along Harry's cock. "Maybe I should show you."
"But-" Harry whispers. "You're my father. Isn't it wrong?" Sirius rubs him again and Harry's pelvis twists forward.
"Not at all, Harry. It's better for you to learn this from your dad than from someone you don't even know, right?"
"Yeah, I suppose so."
"Just relax." Sirius drops down to his knees in front of Harry, using the width of his shoulders to spread his legs further apart. Harry whimpers, rocking up, and Sirius breathes hotly on him through his pyjama bottoms.
He looks up and Harry's eyes are half-shut; he's looking down at Sirius through those thick lashes, breathing hard, teeth worrying his plump lower lip.
"Lift up for a second," Sirius says and Harry obeys. Sirius pulls his pyjamas down over those slim hips, exposing Harry's cock, which bounces eagerly, sticking up straight and flushed from of its nest of curls. "Jesus, Harry."
"Is it all right, Dad?" Harry whispers, and Sirius looks up sharply because his voice quivers. Harry's really getting into this.
"Of course it is," Sirius says. "It's perfect." He leans forward and inhales, savouring the sweet, boyish musk that radiates off Harry's skin. His cock is pink and smooth, and as Harry spreads his legs Sirius can see his plump balls drawn up at the base of it. Sirius reaches up, rubbing teasing fingers over his tense bollocks; Harry twitches and shunts his hips towards him, slumping back in the chair with a little whimper. "Good boy," he murmurs, and Harry groans.
Harry's cock is getting harder and darker by the second, and Sirius wants nothing more than to slide it into his mouth and suck on it, but he also wants to tease him a bit more, if only for the sake of their game. He wraps his thumb and forefinger carefully around the very base of Harry's prick to steady it, and lowers his mouth, licking slowly at the tip.
Harry jerks forward and Sirius backs off, grinning up at him. "I think we should go slowly, kiddo. Seeing as it's your first time and all." Harry makes a vague dissatisfied noise and Sirius leans down and licks him again, tasting salt and the musky-sweet boy-slime that leaks from the tip of his penis.
Sirius uses just his thumb and forefinger to slide the soft, pliant foreskin back from the head of Harry's cock, then breathes on him, making him whimper. Harry's chest labours like he's just done a sprint, and Sirius locks eyes with him as he slowly licks along the sweet pink swell of the glans, letting the tip of his tongue dip into the slit and tease.
"Dad…" Harry mumbles, and Sirius smiles at him in what he hopes is a paternal manner-he's finding it difficult to be fatherly with Harry's cock so close to his mouth. "Daddy." Sirius lets it slip just a little ways between his lips, resting it on his tongue, weighing it. Harry gasps breathily, watching him through heavy-lidded eyes, and Sirius hums approvingly.
Keeping his tongue sliding wetly around the swollen head, Sirius curls warm fingers around Harry's shaft, rubbing him with little twitching strokes made easier with sweat. He skates his thumb up along the underside, dragging his nail lightly against the pulsing vein--just how Harry likes it--and is rewarded with a gorgeous whimper.
Harry's close now; Sirius knows because he's squirming a bit, running his fingers absently along the wood grain of the table, and he can never keep still when he's nearing orgasm. Sirius leans forward: slides more of him into his mouth and sucks deeply, trying to swallow around the head as much as he can. Harry groans and his eyes drift shut.
"Fuck, Si--Dad. Fuck."
Sirius pulls off him for a moment, resting his lips against the spit-slick skin of Harry's cock and reaching up to cup his hips. "Come for me, Harry," he murmurs, and pulls him back into his mouth, sucking hard at the head, letting his tongue tease into the slit on each upstroke. Harry gasps and strains up; Sirius can feel his thighs tense, and he slides encouraging fingertips over the smooth ridges of his hipbones.
Come on, Harry, he thinks, and then Harry does, twisting his hand in Sirius's hair and letting out a strangled little half-moan. Sirius instantly tastes the bittersweet tang of his come, and tilts his head back a bit, allowing it to slide hotly down his throat. He keeps swallowing until Harry shivers and tugs up at his hair.
"St--stop," he whimpers, and Sirius grins, but lets the still half-hard cock slip out of his mouth. He rests his cheek on Harry's thigh, giving him time to recover.
After a moment he says, "Alright?"
"Yeah."
Sirius shifts up a bit and kisses Harry gently, feeding him the taste of his own come, and Harry laughs against his mouth. Leaning back, Sirius glances down and grins at the sight of Harry's cock, soft now but still plump and flushed from exertion. He slides his hand down the flat of Harry's abdomen and cups him protectively. Harry sighs, and Sirius turns back into the kiss.
"What now?" Harry murmurs, curling his fingers around the back of Sirius's neck.
"Now?" Sirius repeats, leering wickedly and pressing little biting kisses to Harry's mouth. "Now I think it's time for you to take care of your old man."
--
"Sirius?"
"Mm."
"Can you get off me?"
Sirius chuckles and presses a kiss to the sweaty nape of Harry's neck. "Sorry, kiddo."
Harry sighs as Sirius withdraws and collapses beside him with a satisfied grunt. Harry presses back against him, shuffling against the coverlet until Sirius slides a knee between his and wraps one arm around his waist.
"That was...different," Sirius whispers after a while.
"It was brilliant."
"Yeah," Sirius replies. He rubs Harry's stomach lightly, then laughs.
"What?"
"Just. I'd make a pretty terrible father."
Harry laughs too, and then suddenly wriggles out of Sirius's grip, turning around to face him. "It's your turn."
"Hmm?"
"I want to do one of your fantasies."
"You're my fantasy," Sirius says, grinning hugely.
Harry giggles and hits him. "No, shut up. I mean it."
Sirius sighs, turning onto his back and flinging an arm dramatically over his face. "Darling, I'm knackered"
"Not right now," Harry says, rolling his eyes. "But. You know. Sometime."
When Sirius says nothing, Harry groans and crawls on top of him, straddling his hips. "Sirius!"
"Mm."
"You don't have any fantasies about me?"
Sirius twists his hips, upsetting Harry's balance and tipping him forward until their chests meet. "Well. Now that you mention it..."
"Yes?"
"Would you happen to have your school robes handy?"
Harry grins.
END