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WISHLISTS: Giving In (Sirius/Harry)
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Recipient:sabethea
Title: Giving In
Pairing: Sirius Black/Harry Potter
Request/Prompt Used: Sirius/Harry, someone on their knees, and he doesn't think he should want him, he doesn't want to want him, but he does.
Rating: NC-17 (I think?)
Word Count: 300.
Summary: He doesn't want to want this.
Notes/Warnings: Implied sexual content, ages not specified, though in my head it's a post-DH, Sirius!lives AU. Hope you like it! Also on ao3.
He’s on his knees, his head tilted back to look at him, eyes wide, sparkling -- like his mother’s.
Sirius’ first thought is that can’t be comfortable.
His second is simply fuck.
“Harry.” And— oh. His voice is more breathless than usual. Rougher, too. Somehow.
It almost gives away how much he wants this.
He shouldn’t want this.
“Let me.” Harry has his hands on the chair, his fingers brushing Sirius’ thighs. He’s pressed close, but he doesn’t touch him -- won’t touch him, not until Sirius lets him.
Sirius knows that. It only makes it all the more difficult.
“Harry.” Again, but firmer this time. It’s meant to be a no, meant to sound like a no. But it doesn’t.
He doesn’t want to want this.
“Please.”
A tongue swipes at dry lips. Sirius watches, transfixed, at how they glisten in the candle light. Soft red, so inviting. Would look so beautiful wrapped around hi—
He wants this.
James would kick his ass.
Your best mate’s son, his head screams at him. And Sirius wants to yell back that he knows, that that’s what the whole issue is. But he doesn’t. He pushes the voice away, tries to send the guilt with it, and then—
Giving in is like a long, gasping breath after someone’s held you down by the throat, Sirius thinks. Not perfect, but— good. So good.
He’s going to hate himself later.
But he’ll leave that for later, because Harry is grinning at him now, wide and happy, his teeth on display. His hands are inching their way up Sirius’ body, his touch burning hot and Merlin. Sirius is going to focus on that, for now.
After all, if there’s anything he’s learnt through the course of his lifetime, it’s to enjoy something while he still has it.
snax0Recipient:
sabetheaTitle: Giving In
Pairing: Sirius Black/Harry Potter
Request/Prompt Used: Sirius/Harry, someone on their knees, and he doesn't think he should want him, he doesn't want to want him, but he does.
Rating: NC-17 (I think?)
Word Count: 300.
Summary: He doesn't want to want this.
Notes/Warnings: Implied sexual content, ages not specified, though in my head it's a post-DH, Sirius!lives AU. Hope you like it! Also on ao3.
He’s on his knees, his head tilted back to look at him, eyes wide, sparkling -- like his mother’s.
Sirius’ first thought is that can’t be comfortable.
His second is simply fuck.
“Harry.” And— oh. His voice is more breathless than usual. Rougher, too. Somehow.
It almost gives away how much he wants this.
He shouldn’t want this.
“Let me.” Harry has his hands on the chair, his fingers brushing Sirius’ thighs. He’s pressed close, but he doesn’t touch him -- won’t touch him, not until Sirius lets him.
Sirius knows that. It only makes it all the more difficult.
“Harry.” Again, but firmer this time. It’s meant to be a no, meant to sound like a no. But it doesn’t.
He doesn’t want to want this.
“Please.”
A tongue swipes at dry lips. Sirius watches, transfixed, at how they glisten in the candle light. Soft red, so inviting. Would look so beautiful wrapped around hi—
He wants this.
James would kick his ass.
Your best mate’s son, his head screams at him. And Sirius wants to yell back that he knows, that that’s what the whole issue is. But he doesn’t. He pushes the voice away, tries to send the guilt with it, and then—
Giving in is like a long, gasping breath after someone’s held you down by the throat, Sirius thinks. Not perfect, but— good. So good.
He’s going to hate himself later.
But he’ll leave that for later, because Harry is grinning at him now, wide and happy, his teeth on display. His hands are inching their way up Sirius’ body, his touch burning hot and Merlin. Sirius is going to focus on that, for now.
After all, if there’s anything he’s learnt through the course of his lifetime, it’s to enjoy something while he still has it.