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firewhiskeyficTitle: Careful What You Wish For (you might get just enough to frustrate the hell out of you)
Author:lq_traintracks
I am of legal drinking age in my region: Yes, but I'm still not sure I should be allowed to do it. ;P
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Harry Potter; werewolf!Remus/Sirius, Harry/Sirius, and I passed out before I could finish that, I'm so sorry!
Challenge: Sirius Black, Full Moon, The Astronomy Tower. (I was going to manage the other two, but I PASSED OUT FIRST ARGH.)
Summary: Harry is envious of whatever it is Remus has with Sirius… until he gets a taste of it himself. (And only a taste because I literally passed out on the fucking floor.)
Rating/Warnings: NC-17 for sex with a werewolf, underage sex (Harry is 16), Sirius lives AU and Remus is still DADA professor at Hogwarts. I would warn for Padfoot/Harry, but sadly I passed out before I could fucking write it. I should probably also warn for goofy writing, especially before the incoherency really kicked in. Also, there's bondage and it may seem like non-con; my intention was that this was a pre-arranged consensual thing between Remus and Sirius, but since Remus literally has no lines in this, you wouldn't automatically know that, so… Oh yeah, also voyeurism, exhibitionism, and some deep-throating. And rimming.
Word count: ~2,100
Author's Notes (if any): Omg, I am so sorry, people! This is really unfinished, as in it stops dead in the middle of a sex scene! Beware going in that it's going to devolve into many, many incoherencies and then flat-out stop right when it's getting good. *headdeskdeskdesk* I swear I will finishthem off it up after reveals. Man, I suck!
Harry followed them one night. To the Shrieking Shack. He'd waited for this night for a while. He'd timed things perfectly. Invisibility Cloak, Alohamora, all his subterfuges intact.
He needed to see it, though he knew he possessed no right.
His godfather flew in for this once a month, his big bike motoring into Hogwarts before the moon could slip completely full. Harry always desperately wanted to see him. And Sirius loved him. That much was obvious. But he'd be by Professor Lupin's side almost instantly, his regard of Harry periphery then at best.
Harry felt envy coil around him like a python in those moments. Those moments he'd suffered now into sixth year. Tonight was the night he meant to feed the unnamed beast inside himself -- to see the manifestation of his jealousy, whatever that looked like.
And as Harry had gone from boy to young man, his imagination had more than made up for his ignorance. He could envision what might be happening. But thinking it was worse than knowing it, he thought. And so he left his bed, the safety of the school, and he'd crept out in the cold under the shimmer of invisibility.
His quiet steps led him up the stairs of the shack. He could already hear the whining, the low growl that raised the hairs along his arms as he took each step.
"That's it," Sirius' voice floated down to him. "That's right. I've got you."
Harry's heart clenched at the sound, the yearing in Sirius' voice. Sirius spoke to Harry like that on occassion. After a few whiskeys, a few Order fights, a few too many nights alone. Harry had felt that pull from him, how his hands sought Harry out and pulled him roughly into a hug. Harry closed his eyes, stilling, and remembered the musky smell of his sweat, how he'd wanted to turn his face into his godfather's chest and just breathe.
At the top of the stairs, the sounds got louder. They became rhythmic. And Harry no longer heard Sirius' voice. He followed the noises -- harsh whimpering, a low growl, the sound of a body thrashing.
It was when he turned the corner into an abandoned and dusty bedroom that he saw.
His mouth gaped open at it. Professor Lupin. Turned. Fully turned. It wasn't something he'd seen since third year. His limbs stretched out, tied in pulsing ropes of Incarcerous: wrists, ankles, waist. Immobilised, he howled at the ceiling. And Sirius bobbed his head between Remus's spread legs.
Harry stood very still in the shadows of the doorway. He stifled the gasp that wanted to reveal hsi presence. He gripped the dooro until his fingers went white.
As much as he'd imagined, it hadn't been this. Remus, tied down. Sirius, head bowed, sucking his heavy cock. It slid in and out of Sirius' pink mouth, surely going down his throat, it was so bloody huge. Harry's lips parted as he watched Sirius's mouth stretch and then his cheeks hollow as he rose back up, sucking the length of it like… like he liked it.
Remus's howl got choked off as Sirius pulled off and then mouthed down the shaft. "I've got you. I've got you." The words licked onto Remus' huge prick. And then… Merlin. Sirius had angled his head under the crown, bared his teeth, and sank a gentle bite underneath. Remus howled anew, moving in his restraints.
After which Harry gasped.
Both their heads lifted, snapping toward the dorrway, alert and still.
Sirius's gaze met Harry's own, and Harry's eyes widened. He waited for the shouting, the spells, the abject denial of his presence.
And for a moment Sirius' regard was shocked, paralysed. Even as Remus dropped his head back, his hips lifting for more that he didn't yet get.
But then something happened:
Harry didn't move.
And Sirius's lip curved up in a devilish smile.
He leaned down, looking right at Harry, and he tongued at the slit of Remus's cock as it pre-came a stream down its shaft.
Harry's mouth came open, his breath growing short. And Sirius stared at him while he did it.
Remus let loose a wild whine of need. Sirius smiled at Harry. And then his hand stroked up and down Remus' prick, while he tongued the head salaciously, his eyes never leaving Harry's face.
There was a split second when Harry considered staying. Half his body longed to, demanded it. But there was something else there… the reaslisation that he'd stumbled into something he couldn't understand, much less control.
Sirius lifted his mouth, his hand still in mesmerising motion on Remus's werewolf cock -- and in that moment, Harry fled, his feet pounding the old wood floors as he ran out of the shack as fast as he could with his own cock raging hard.
***
Harry went to his classes the next day. He paid attention. Sor tf o9t. He never completely forgot about what he'd seen. It never completely let his mind.
It certainly didn't leave his body.
He hadn't seen Sirius that day. It went with9ut saying that he hadn't seen Professor Lupin. The school worked around his… situatiojn. And he was never in class for the three days of the full moon. Though that first night was always the worst, and sometimes Harry still saw him ftater that in the staff room. The Wolfsbane would be working better on the days when the moon started to wane, even thought its pull still owned him, things calmed for him some. Which meant the did so for Sirius as well.
Merlin, to think those evenings he'd spent with his godfather after a full moon, that had been what he'd been doing!~ Harry wasn't a prude, mind. He was sixteen, and he entertained any number of arguably perverse fantasies. But his exposure was lacking. Or had been. And so his own fantasies, though enthusiastic, tended twoard (he now knew) the decidedly tame.
There was nothing tame about how Sirius took care of Professor Lupin. Merlin, even the look in his eye had been something wild.
"Mate, you alright?" Ron nudged him at dinner. "You haven't eaten much."
"Compared to whom?" Hermione deadpanned.
It was a little routine they'd adopted. If haranguing Ron about his eating habits could be seen as some form of flirtation, Harry supposed that's what it was.
"Just need some extra sleep I think<' Harry said (with weird punctuation, bease that's how Harry rolled).
He excused himself before desseert, which he reaised wa probably some sort of red flag. But he souldn't help it. He'd kept himself together all day. Looking up at the professors' table and seeing Lupin absent -- ans also not having seen Sirius all day -- pluckedat his last nerve, and he knew he'd never survivee a treacle tart.
Still. He didn't end up in Gryffindor towr as he'd intended.
He wound up on the Atronpmy Twower, staring out at the clouded night sky, the moon obscured but still lighting the landscape grey and black, the shadows deepened for its luminisoty,
Harry leaned on the balustrade, looking out over the Forbeedddn Forest with a sigh. The trees waved in the wind, and he shivered, not having brought his robes and unwilling to cast a warming charm.
The steps on the stairs alerted him to someone else'e s presence, and harry trned with an in-drawn vreath,
"It's only me," came Sirius' salm voice. And Harry released his breath on an audilbe exhale. He turned back toward the black trees waving in the autumn wind.
"Aren't y9ul goung to greett you own godfaterh>" Sirius asked, walking sllowy to Harry's side,
Harry sighed (realising he was WY too drunk to be writing this now), gazing out at the darkening skyline. "Sirius," he said n a sigh,
"I know waht yu aw," Sirius said, hsi warmth entirelytooo close for Harry's comformt.,
"I'm sur I on;t know what yu mean" (Harry said Victorianly(. [The Ithor would regreat drinking so much, as the aclcohl hit her system quickly and wthout warning.)
"I think you do," Sirius murmured, closet o Harry's ar,. EAR. Goddamnit.
"I thin,k Ypi'd known for a whl;e," Siirus said, syntatically werid.
"Sirius," Harry brearhed.
"i'VE BEEN WAtrching you," Sirius breahed (slightly loud at first(. "Even bferoe you came to the Shieking Shack last night."
"I don't know what you;'re taling about," Harry said, knowing full well what Srius was fucking talking about.
"I'm talking about," Sirius said, reaching around and pal,ing Harry's crotch, "this." And he put as much concentration as he ould into that html.
Harry gasped, words escpaing him. His lashes flutterd, the couds moving over the moon quicly, dizzying him,
"Do you not want it?" Sirius aske, close to his ear.
"Want what?" Harry persisted, though his cock rose agasinst his godfather's touch.
"What you saw," Sirius said, his habnd massaging Harry's dick in his jeans. "What I've wanted with you for a long time," he finished boldy,.
(the writer had the hiccups to please forgive this next bit)
Harry turned and look ed at Sirius. "I shouldn't have seen that. I shouldn't have--"
Sirius's grip tightend on his burgeonding cock. "You sure abut that?"
Harry wilted against the stoe balustrade. "Sirius…" he breathed. "You're my godfather."
Sirous's lips quirked at the irny., "I'm also an Animagus. Who wants to show you what it's like to lose yoursself to what you're feeling… right now. God, Harry…"
Sirius' hand struck out, and his fist tightened in Harry's hair.
"You want… me?" Harry asked tenuously.
Sirius's eyes registered thge question with an ironic roll. "Oh Harry," he said, dropping to his knees and ripping Harry's jeans open in one fervent gestiure. "If only you knew."
And then Sirius'ds mouth was open at harry's crotch, salivating, his moaning vibrating against Harry's already-hard prick.
"wHatever you want, Harry," Sirius vreahed against his pants. 'I'll give you anything."
Harry held to the stone of the balustrade, his body melting into Sirius' hot mouth. "I… I did't think… you wanted me…"
Sirius lifted his swollen mouth briefly. "You've been sorely mistken then… Harry." And he pulled Harry's pants an trousres down, exposing his hard and vulnerable cock. Sirius enveloped the head in his hot nouth and suckled. And Harry wilted against the aged stone,
Moments after Sirus began, Harry felt h was close to coming. Sirius lifted his mouth, ciurcled Harry's twtiching cock with is strong fist, nd he squeezed, twarting Harry's ready clicma.
"Do you want to know," Sirius asked from his knees, "waht it's like?"
Harry flashed on what he'd seen in the shack. He knew what Sirius refereenced, and bit his lip until he knew a bruise wold bloo there.
"Yess," he breathed, against his better judgement,
Judgement was something left for Ravenclaws, Harry tnhought recknlessly.,
This was his godfather.
This was Sirius,
He was safe,
'Yes, Sirius," he breathed. His knees waening. (his knees what??)
Sirius handled him util hje was on his hands and knees. Harry was vaguely ware that Siruu s saved WAVED his wand, and priacy charms went up.
Thn Siruus gripped Harry's arse in his capable hands. He squeezed. "Are you sure?"
(Fuck no, 'm not sure, the author ius drunks as fuck! Harry tjhought!)
"Yes," he breathed. He widned his knees as much as he coucl./ All was in the hands of the smut writer now. Harry shook, the meory of the srieding ahack ever presnt in his mind. Remus's cocl sinking toighe into his godfther's thoat.
I sriousy can;t rememvre if Siruus was going to blow Harry or fuck him. Tequila goddamn you!
Siurs leaned down and lapped his tongu over Harry's willing asrse. (I'ts os willing poeopel!)
HGarry arched, his godfaterh's toneue lapping over his hole sending sparks of magic down his slaggy spine. (Omg sorry Harry. You're an absolute slag for your godfather's tongue/cock/wahtehafeyou.).
I'm not sure how Harry's arse got involved, but I'm down with that.
Harry groaned, his godfather's tongue licking inside his arse now. Tis is not what he'd counted on -- this world-tilting, life-shattering feeling. He laid his face down agains tthe cold stone, Sirius' tongiue licking hot inside of him.
"Oh…" Harry crooned. "Oh god… Sirius."
His godfather's hot tongue licked inside him of, his rim clenching around it. Clouds serenely driftee over the moon, bright and less than full. (And Harry knew this How?? HIs face is on the fricking GROUND)
Sirius lapped at his hole, and Harry bucked back, his eye rolling as the bliss of it took him over.
"Do you want to know? … Harry?" Sirius said between laps of Harry's loosening arsehole.
Harry's througts cast vbast onh Remus's wrists strapped taut…. Sirius mouth descoending between this spread legs.
"Sirius… Pleeeeeease," Harry keened, arching back for his mouth.
Author:
lq_traintracksI am of legal drinking age in my region: Yes, but I'm still not sure I should be allowed to do it. ;P
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Harry Potter; werewolf!Remus/Sirius, Harry/Sirius, and I passed out before I could finish that, I'm so sorry!
Challenge: Sirius Black, Full Moon, The Astronomy Tower. (I was going to manage the other two, but I PASSED OUT FIRST ARGH.)
Summary: Harry is envious of whatever it is Remus has with Sirius… until he gets a taste of it himself. (And only a taste because I literally passed out on the fucking floor.)
Rating/Warnings: NC-17 for sex with a werewolf, underage sex (Harry is 16), Sirius lives AU and Remus is still DADA professor at Hogwarts. I would warn for Padfoot/Harry, but sadly I passed out before I could fucking write it. I should probably also warn for goofy writing, especially before the incoherency really kicked in. Also, there's bondage and it may seem like non-con; my intention was that this was a pre-arranged consensual thing between Remus and Sirius, but since Remus literally has no lines in this, you wouldn't automatically know that, so… Oh yeah, also voyeurism, exhibitionism, and some deep-throating. And rimming.
Word count: ~2,100
Author's Notes (if any): Omg, I am so sorry, people! This is really unfinished, as in it stops dead in the middle of a sex scene! Beware going in that it's going to devolve into many, many incoherencies and then flat-out stop right when it's getting good. *headdeskdeskdesk* I swear I will finish
Harry followed them one night. To the Shrieking Shack. He'd waited for this night for a while. He'd timed things perfectly. Invisibility Cloak, Alohamora, all his subterfuges intact.
He needed to see it, though he knew he possessed no right.
His godfather flew in for this once a month, his big bike motoring into Hogwarts before the moon could slip completely full. Harry always desperately wanted to see him. And Sirius loved him. That much was obvious. But he'd be by Professor Lupin's side almost instantly, his regard of Harry periphery then at best.
Harry felt envy coil around him like a python in those moments. Those moments he'd suffered now into sixth year. Tonight was the night he meant to feed the unnamed beast inside himself -- to see the manifestation of his jealousy, whatever that looked like.
And as Harry had gone from boy to young man, his imagination had more than made up for his ignorance. He could envision what might be happening. But thinking it was worse than knowing it, he thought. And so he left his bed, the safety of the school, and he'd crept out in the cold under the shimmer of invisibility.
His quiet steps led him up the stairs of the shack. He could already hear the whining, the low growl that raised the hairs along his arms as he took each step.
"That's it," Sirius' voice floated down to him. "That's right. I've got you."
Harry's heart clenched at the sound, the yearing in Sirius' voice. Sirius spoke to Harry like that on occassion. After a few whiskeys, a few Order fights, a few too many nights alone. Harry had felt that pull from him, how his hands sought Harry out and pulled him roughly into a hug. Harry closed his eyes, stilling, and remembered the musky smell of his sweat, how he'd wanted to turn his face into his godfather's chest and just breathe.
At the top of the stairs, the sounds got louder. They became rhythmic. And Harry no longer heard Sirius' voice. He followed the noises -- harsh whimpering, a low growl, the sound of a body thrashing.
It was when he turned the corner into an abandoned and dusty bedroom that he saw.
His mouth gaped open at it. Professor Lupin. Turned. Fully turned. It wasn't something he'd seen since third year. His limbs stretched out, tied in pulsing ropes of Incarcerous: wrists, ankles, waist. Immobilised, he howled at the ceiling. And Sirius bobbed his head between Remus's spread legs.
Harry stood very still in the shadows of the doorway. He stifled the gasp that wanted to reveal hsi presence. He gripped the dooro until his fingers went white.
As much as he'd imagined, it hadn't been this. Remus, tied down. Sirius, head bowed, sucking his heavy cock. It slid in and out of Sirius' pink mouth, surely going down his throat, it was so bloody huge. Harry's lips parted as he watched Sirius's mouth stretch and then his cheeks hollow as he rose back up, sucking the length of it like… like he liked it.
Remus's howl got choked off as Sirius pulled off and then mouthed down the shaft. "I've got you. I've got you." The words licked onto Remus' huge prick. And then… Merlin. Sirius had angled his head under the crown, bared his teeth, and sank a gentle bite underneath. Remus howled anew, moving in his restraints.
After which Harry gasped.
Both their heads lifted, snapping toward the dorrway, alert and still.
Sirius's gaze met Harry's own, and Harry's eyes widened. He waited for the shouting, the spells, the abject denial of his presence.
And for a moment Sirius' regard was shocked, paralysed. Even as Remus dropped his head back, his hips lifting for more that he didn't yet get.
But then something happened:
Harry didn't move.
And Sirius's lip curved up in a devilish smile.
He leaned down, looking right at Harry, and he tongued at the slit of Remus's cock as it pre-came a stream down its shaft.
Harry's mouth came open, his breath growing short. And Sirius stared at him while he did it.
Remus let loose a wild whine of need. Sirius smiled at Harry. And then his hand stroked up and down Remus' prick, while he tongued the head salaciously, his eyes never leaving Harry's face.
There was a split second when Harry considered staying. Half his body longed to, demanded it. But there was something else there… the reaslisation that he'd stumbled into something he couldn't understand, much less control.
Sirius lifted his mouth, his hand still in mesmerising motion on Remus's werewolf cock -- and in that moment, Harry fled, his feet pounding the old wood floors as he ran out of the shack as fast as he could with his own cock raging hard.
***
Harry went to his classes the next day. He paid attention. Sor tf o9t. He never completely forgot about what he'd seen. It never completely let his mind.
It certainly didn't leave his body.
He hadn't seen Sirius that day. It went with9ut saying that he hadn't seen Professor Lupin. The school worked around his… situatiojn. And he was never in class for the three days of the full moon. Though that first night was always the worst, and sometimes Harry still saw him ftater that in the staff room. The Wolfsbane would be working better on the days when the moon started to wane, even thought its pull still owned him, things calmed for him some. Which meant the did so for Sirius as well.
Merlin, to think those evenings he'd spent with his godfather after a full moon, that had been what he'd been doing!~ Harry wasn't a prude, mind. He was sixteen, and he entertained any number of arguably perverse fantasies. But his exposure was lacking. Or had been. And so his own fantasies, though enthusiastic, tended twoard (he now knew) the decidedly tame.
There was nothing tame about how Sirius took care of Professor Lupin. Merlin, even the look in his eye had been something wild.
"Mate, you alright?" Ron nudged him at dinner. "You haven't eaten much."
"Compared to whom?" Hermione deadpanned.
It was a little routine they'd adopted. If haranguing Ron about his eating habits could be seen as some form of flirtation, Harry supposed that's what it was.
"Just need some extra sleep I think<' Harry said (with weird punctuation, bease that's how Harry rolled).
He excused himself before desseert, which he reaised wa probably some sort of red flag. But he souldn't help it. He'd kept himself together all day. Looking up at the professors' table and seeing Lupin absent -- ans also not having seen Sirius all day -- pluckedat his last nerve, and he knew he'd never survivee a treacle tart.
Still. He didn't end up in Gryffindor towr as he'd intended.
He wound up on the Atronpmy Twower, staring out at the clouded night sky, the moon obscured but still lighting the landscape grey and black, the shadows deepened for its luminisoty,
Harry leaned on the balustrade, looking out over the Forbeedddn Forest with a sigh. The trees waved in the wind, and he shivered, not having brought his robes and unwilling to cast a warming charm.
The steps on the stairs alerted him to someone else'e s presence, and harry trned with an in-drawn vreath,
"It's only me," came Sirius' salm voice. And Harry released his breath on an audilbe exhale. He turned back toward the black trees waving in the autumn wind.
"Aren't y9ul goung to greett you own godfaterh>" Sirius asked, walking sllowy to Harry's side,
Harry sighed (realising he was WY too drunk to be writing this now), gazing out at the darkening skyline. "Sirius," he said n a sigh,
"I know waht yu aw," Sirius said, hsi warmth entirelytooo close for Harry's comformt.,
"I'm sur I on;t know what yu mean" (Harry said Victorianly(. [The Ithor would regreat drinking so much, as the aclcohl hit her system quickly and wthout warning.)
"I think you do," Sirius murmured, closet o Harry's ar,. EAR. Goddamnit.
"I thin,k Ypi'd known for a whl;e," Siirus said, syntatically werid.
"Sirius," Harry brearhed.
"i'VE BEEN WAtrching you," Sirius breahed (slightly loud at first(. "Even bferoe you came to the Shieking Shack last night."
"I don't know what you;'re taling about," Harry said, knowing full well what Srius was fucking talking about.
"I'm talking about," Sirius said, reaching around and pal,ing Harry's crotch, "this." And he put as much concentration as he ould into that html.
Harry gasped, words escpaing him. His lashes flutterd, the couds moving over the moon quicly, dizzying him,
"Do you not want it?" Sirius aske, close to his ear.
"Want what?" Harry persisted, though his cock rose agasinst his godfather's touch.
"What you saw," Sirius said, his habnd massaging Harry's dick in his jeans. "What I've wanted with you for a long time," he finished boldy,.
(the writer had the hiccups to please forgive this next bit)
Harry turned and look ed at Sirius. "I shouldn't have seen that. I shouldn't have--"
Sirius's grip tightend on his burgeonding cock. "You sure abut that?"
Harry wilted against the stoe balustrade. "Sirius…" he breathed. "You're my godfather."
Sirous's lips quirked at the irny., "I'm also an Animagus. Who wants to show you what it's like to lose yoursself to what you're feeling… right now. God, Harry…"
Sirius' hand struck out, and his fist tightened in Harry's hair.
"You want… me?" Harry asked tenuously.
Sirius's eyes registered thge question with an ironic roll. "Oh Harry," he said, dropping to his knees and ripping Harry's jeans open in one fervent gestiure. "If only you knew."
And then Sirius'ds mouth was open at harry's crotch, salivating, his moaning vibrating against Harry's already-hard prick.
"wHatever you want, Harry," Sirius vreahed against his pants. 'I'll give you anything."
Harry held to the stone of the balustrade, his body melting into Sirius' hot mouth. "I… I did't think… you wanted me…"
Sirius lifted his swollen mouth briefly. "You've been sorely mistken then… Harry." And he pulled Harry's pants an trousres down, exposing his hard and vulnerable cock. Sirius enveloped the head in his hot nouth and suckled. And Harry wilted against the aged stone,
Moments after Sirus began, Harry felt h was close to coming. Sirius lifted his mouth, ciurcled Harry's twtiching cock with is strong fist, nd he squeezed, twarting Harry's ready clicma.
"Do you want to know," Sirius asked from his knees, "waht it's like?"
Harry flashed on what he'd seen in the shack. He knew what Sirius refereenced, and bit his lip until he knew a bruise wold bloo there.
"Yess," he breathed, against his better judgement,
Judgement was something left for Ravenclaws, Harry tnhought recknlessly.,
This was his godfather.
This was Sirius,
He was safe,
'Yes, Sirius," he breathed. His knees waening. (his knees what??)
Sirius handled him util hje was on his hands and knees. Harry was vaguely ware that Siruu s saved WAVED his wand, and priacy charms went up.
Thn Siruus gripped Harry's arse in his capable hands. He squeezed. "Are you sure?"
(Fuck no, 'm not sure, the author ius drunks as fuck! Harry tjhought!)
"Yes," he breathed. He widned his knees as much as he coucl./ All was in the hands of the smut writer now. Harry shook, the meory of the srieding ahack ever presnt in his mind. Remus's cocl sinking toighe into his godfther's thoat.
I sriousy can;t rememvre if Siruus was going to blow Harry or fuck him. Tequila goddamn you!
Siurs leaned down and lapped his tongu over Harry's willing asrse. (I'ts os willing poeopel!)
HGarry arched, his godfaterh's toneue lapping over his hole sending sparks of magic down his slaggy spine. (Omg sorry Harry. You're an absolute slag for your godfather's tongue/cock/wahtehafeyou.).
I'm not sure how Harry's arse got involved, but I'm down with that.
Harry groaned, his godfather's tongue licking inside his arse now. Tis is not what he'd counted on -- this world-tilting, life-shattering feeling. He laid his face down agains tthe cold stone, Sirius' tongiue licking hot inside of him.
"Oh…" Harry crooned. "Oh god… Sirius."
His godfather's hot tongue licked inside him of, his rim clenching around it. Clouds serenely driftee over the moon, bright and less than full. (And Harry knew this How?? HIs face is on the fricking GROUND)
Sirius lapped at his hole, and Harry bucked back, his eye rolling as the bliss of it took him over.
"Do you want to know? … Harry?" Sirius said between laps of Harry's loosening arsehole.
Harry's througts cast vbast onh Remus's wrists strapped taut…. Sirius mouth descoending between this spread legs.
"Sirius… Pleeeeeease," Harry keened, arching back for his mouth.