FIC: Your Turn

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Your Turn

“Ew, Sirius. No way!”

Harry Potter, age nineteen, was currently sprawled out on his bed, completely naked. His godfather, Sirius Black, lay over him, wearing a pout as he whined,

“But Har-RY!”

“No Sirius. That’s really… oh. Oh f-fuck.”

Harry had been trying very hard to stick to his ground, yet Sirius had ways of making Harry submit to him…

“Sirius.”

Sirius grinned, happy with the way things were progressing.

“Say it,” he said, quickening his motions. Harry groaned and shook his head. “Say it.”

“Are you sure it won’t… hurt?”

Sirius’ eyes softened somewhat, yet he still looked like he would pounce on the smaller boy any second now.

“Harry,” he started, caressing his godson’s cheek, “I promise it won’t… if you want me to stop… just say.”

Harry took a deep breath and nodded shakily, and two seconds later Sirius had a very nice image in front of his eyes. Harry, propped up, hole exposed the world. The position of his lover instantly made him hard.

A muttered spell had his fingers lubed up and he set to work, starting with one, as he always did, curling it inside Harry. He pushed in the second and third fingers and then Harry was panting, moaning, and writhing on the bed, begging Sirius to fuck him.

“Please, Sirius, I want you to-”

Sirius cut him off with a sharp look. “Hush, Harry. We’re doing this my way, remember?”

Harry stifled a gasp as he felt the fourth finger being pushed in and he clutched desperately at the sheets.

As Sirius’ thumb started to wriggle its way inside Harry’s already stretched hole, the first twinge of pain shot up his spine.

“Ow, shit, Sirius-!”

And then Harry promptly forgot to think as Sirius’ hot, wet mouth was engulfing his cock and sucking as if his very life depended on it.

Harry would be the first to say that Sirius was beyond gorgeous, however, he was also the first to say that Sirius looked even better on his knees, and if that position couldn’t be achieved, then Sirius looked best with come dribbling down his chin.

Sliding his hands into the thick hair, Harry gasped as his lover placed teasing kisses on the head. The back of his brain registered Sirius’ thumb pushing the rest of its way inside, but at the moment he was too-

“Fuck! Sirius, I’m going to-”

At those words Sirius stopped sucking him off abruptly. He fished around for his wand and Harry groaned in frustration.

“Wanker! What are you doing?”

Sirius grinned again, “I don’t want you to come just yet…”

Harry’s face took on a look of desperation. “Oh god.”

Sirius nodded happily, and a moment later the cock ring was snug around Harry’s base.

“Now then,” Sirius murmured, “where was I?”

He looked ridiculous, half his hand still up Harry’s hole, but it felt good for Harry, because to move around he had to move his hand and every time he did it brushed his prostate and nearly made him scream.

Slowly, much too slowly for Harry, Sirius twisted his hand inside Harry, pausing to lube it or to whisper dirty words inside Harry’s ear. Harry himself only registered about half of what was going on, all he felt was Sirius pushing his hand into him and catching snippets of the stream of talk that Sirius’ mouth was ushering.

“And then I’m going to take my fist and thrust it in and out, and you’ll be like such a slut, Harry, moaning and begging me to take you. That little ring preventing you from your release, and I’ll be torturing you endlessly, and by the time I’m done you won’t even remember your name.”

And then it was all too much for Harry and he thrust his hips up widely, “Sirius, please.”

Sirius’ grin only widened, his hand now completely inside Harry but just as completely still. “Move,” Harry snarled, and Sirius nodded, scrambling to comply.

Just as slowly as he had pushed the hand in he curled the fingers, taking care to brush over the spot inside Harry that he had known so well for three years now. He curled his fingers into a fist, and did as he promised, slowly bringing his hand in and out.

Harry groaned, pushing back on the fingers as he thrashed wildly on the bed, Sirius’ cock was pressed dangerously close to his and Harry wasn’t used to this kind of torture before, he needed to come, Merlin, so badly.

Sirius was all wide eyes, flushed face, lips swollen and red. Harry couldn’t stand to look at him, the pressure building up in him so much that it almost hurt, and he clenched around the fist that was filing him and wondered just how hard Sirius was himself.

He glanced down and noticed that Sirius was, and painfully so. Gripping Sirius’ cock in his fist Harry stroked slowly, pulling away his fingers in an opposite movement of Sirius, who was adding fingers, and then Harry was only stroking him with two fingers, glad that Sirius’ hisses of pleasure gave him something else to concentrate on other than the fist that was gradually picking up its pace in Harry’s backside.

Sirius increased his thrusts, curling and uncurling his fingers, pressing his fist right up against Harry’s hole, hoping to get Harry himself to increase what he was doing to Sirius.

And then it was too good to be true, and Sirius’ only thought was oh fuck, as he came with a yell, and he barely registered snapping the ring off of Harry’s cock.

Liquid heat shot down Harry’s spine and he came hard, seconds after Sirius himself had come, and they lay together, panting and regaining their breath, and Harry smiled, burying his face into Sirius’ chest.

Sirius grinned as he wrapped his arms around Harry, pleased that he had gotten his way, but he froze as he heard the words his lover uttered into his chest.

“S’your turn next time.”

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