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firewhiskeyficTitle: LIttle Black Dress
Author:ruinsplume
I am of legal drinking age in my region: (yes/no) OH so very much yes
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Harry/Sirius/Remus
Challenge: to send in this kinky thing before I sober up too hard
Summary: Just look athe warnings, okay?
Rating/Warnings: Explicit? R? I mean, there's just handjobs, but it's Underage, to the tune of book 5. Daddy kink. Ageplay on top of it already being underage. Sooo Ymmv, yeah. i wanwred you.
Word count: 2200
Author's Notes (if any): dedicated to the gnat i accidentally killed by setting my pint glass down on tip of it. wait! no! it’s walking again! tha gnat has risen! It’s actually walkkng across the BIBLE which I keep on my desk for literary purposes only, as I’m pretty much an athiest, but I do think Jesus is a right-on dude.
Okay, anyway.
Luna said Harry shouldn’t do it, that looking in the mirror of Erised on your birthday would be like looking in any mirror after smoking too much gillyweed, that you would see things you didn’t want to see. Like Nargles? He wanted to ask, but didn’t, because he loved her. He kewn Dumbledore had moved it, but he had that angle figured out. He went to the Room of Requirement and it opened to him, as conveniently as something realky conviennient that happens in a book kwhen you want it to ven if it wouldnt’ in real life. but his real life was so bizarre that he had stopped comparing it to books and jsut tried to stay aloive until the next chapter. Even if it meant staying up all night. Liek now. Well, it was only seven-thirty. But you’ll see.
* I need to see the mirror of Erised,” he thought at the rooom, once he was inside it. And then, when it didn’t appaer, he stood up and begain walkkng through the mountains of junk, whihc seemed to be the room’s default setting, and he walked where his feet took him ansd where whety they took him was to the mirror. The Mirror. Becuase of course Dumbledore owld have hidden it in all the junk. If he’d wanted to hide it, and he had. from harry. But ahrry being harry had found it. Here. Forget Luna. He looked inside it. And okay, fucking hell, and yes fucking hell was a pretty accurate description. His face heating like a badkly cast warming charm.
He hadn’t meant to see that. Okay, he’d thought about it plently. He’d wanked to it plenty. but oh god he was stupid. Erised. Desire. dersire differn’t meanings. like passion. Passion nails thorugh your hands death or, on the other hand (without nails driven thorugh it, thank you) ecstasy. there is, if you recall, a church in Godric’s Hollow, and the epitaph on James and Lily’s tombstone is from the Bible, so yes, there is Christianity in Canon. Merlin. Wizards know who Jesus is.
So, you wanted sex, right? So did Harry. Well there it is in the mirror. He’s wiht Sirius, of course. Forget Ginny, forget Cedric, forget Cho. did Sirius play quidditch too? No, acutally, but it’s sirius nonetheless. And he’s—and he’s—oh, Merlin. And Remus is there too, which he hadn’t even admitted to himself outloud, not that he’d said I want to be sitting Naked onSirius’s lap while he wanks me OUT LOUD but he had thought it. whereas the Remus thing was a very secret back of the mind part that he hand’t even really admitted but the mirror knew.
Gentle reader, are you uneased? so is Harry. Do you want to stop? Not if you’re harry. If it wasn’t so hot in here he wouldn’t be sweating liek that. It has nothing to do with what the mirror is showng. Harry being Harry (even when he’s ahrry) he just leaves Hogwarts and he goes through the tunnel to Hogsmeade and he hails the knight bus and gets the fuck away from Umbridge and everyone else it’s not htat fucking difficult. He tells the driver number 13, Grimmalud Place, since he can’t reveal the real address. So, close enough. And then in. theuy’re there, both of them. At the kitchen table. Siiruis has nothing on but a shirt. Remus is wearning nothing but trousers. They’re standing agains tthe counter, kissing. In antoehr univers they’d be sitting chastely at the table.
I’ts my birthday, Harry says. Even though it isn’t. It’s spring. But Luna didn’t care and neither should you.
Hipy papy bhtduthday, says Remus, who was raised on Winnie the Pooh by his Muggle mum, and Many happy returns of the day, even thoguh it isnt’ July.
But you’ll be wanting cake, then, Says sirius. Who also knows perfectly well when Harry’s birthday is, they were goth there, ffs, though it was more punk than goth, in those days, for Sirus anyway.
It’s July somewhere, Sirius says.
Yes, here, says Harry. It’s july here. and no cake, says Harry. just you. sirius. That I’ll be wanting. (the Rmeus part of the mirror tucked back back back in his brain okay not htat back, Professor Lupin, oh God, giving a LESSONNO, And Harry goes to Sirius. Just liek that. Puts his hands inside Sirus’s open shirt, and it’s all there, the hair, the smell, the maleness of him. The tattoos, the skin, the Siriusness. the cock-Harry can’t see it, but he can feel it against his abdomen, and he holds Sirus tightly so he won’t have to look. Yet, it’s—he’s here, isn’t he? And sirius won’t cant won’t stop him. H’es Sirius. And Remus—Remus’s hands are on Harry’s back. Saying, here now, Haryy, Harry. Harry holds tighter. And then siRius is dong somehting with his harms, adn then Harry is a sandwich between them, Sirus has got his arms around Remus but harry is still int eh middle of these two men who love him, Sirus holding Remus so tightly, and Remus—sort of pushing back and then not. going very still. And then he puts his arms aroudn Sirus not like a fight but like a love. He’s defeated for a moment anyway. just holding the history of this.
And harry is being held by these two men who love him and it’s all he ever wanted , the feeling it gives him. Safe. Loved. Queer. Accepted. Wanted. Allthosethingstogether. And maybe Remus knows that. Maybe he just can’t summon antyhing to reason that away, not when it’s all pressed together like that. He bows his head, his mouth coing to rest ohn Harry’s forehead. Oh, Harry, Remus says. A little sadly becuse Remus is always, a bit. but the breath in his hair. Is there.
And sirius says, Oh , yes. And then, It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay. And Harry buries his face inssirus’s chest and kisses, and mouths and sucks. And then he finds a nipple and he sucks that.
You weren’t expecting that. Neitheri was Harry. Sirius—well sirius has no such judgements. He wants to gie Harry antyhig. He puts his hand in Harry’s hair, adn holds his head. Letting go of Remus but Remus is still there. Remus is strokng Hrry’s arms. Saying there, now. There, there.
harry sucks that niipple, and it goes right to sirius’s cock. hard agasint Harry’s thigh. Harry bucks agasint it, open shis zip and holds himself. It’s right to do this. He’s safe here, he’s loved. He an, for once in his life, have what he wants. Waht he wants is to suckle and stroke and be petted. What he wants is for the sex of these two men who love him and love each other to envelop him.
Make a magic ring around him that says Yes, it is right to have this.
And they do. Remus is kissing Sirius above Harry’s head, grinding just a little agasint harry’s arse, and Harry is sucking at Sirus’s nipple, and sirus is thrusting his cock against’Harrys erection tented into this pants, and harry is feelng so good, so turned on, so ...so RIGHT, that he has to say the one thing that will make it righ tall the way, and so he says it, he says
daddy.
soft under his breath around the nipple, around the few coarse hairs. He sucks in the heat of the word and the flesh and above him remus kisses the top of his head, and says, yes, sirius, this.
Oh, yes, sirius answers. Yes, baby, yes, harry, yes.
“Sirius, sit down,” says Remus, and Sirus does, naked but for his shirt. “Harry, we al lcare about you,” Remus says. And, “It’s okay. You can. Sit. On his lap.” His gray hair and his bright eyes and his worn face that knows things. has decided, in the balance, that this is yes. And Harry who would have done it even with out permission, does it with permission. He sits in Sirius’ lap. Adn he loves Remus for giving it to him. But—there’s his jeans, they’re on, and Remus says, let me help you, and does, he lifts Harry up to standing again and helps him. It’s Professor Lupin’s hands helpoing him, His hands that are bigger tahn Harry’d realized, and warmer, and altogether a lot sexier because of the heat and the size and the way they are so certain about what they aredoign wihsh is takin goff harry’s trainers and socks and then jeans and pants and then saying lift up you r arms, that’s a boy, and helping harry slide his tee shirt over his head. And then he’s naked, adn he’s hard, and he’s not a boy, at least not where his cock is, he’s a man there, or soemthing close to it, but then Remus lifts him up again and sets him on Sirius’s lap, and sirius’s very erect cock and all his hair and his balls are right there, and he’s big, and it’s—fuck. It’s everything for a moment.
You like your Daddy’s cock, baby? Remus asks. (Which is really the little black dress of kink, isn’t it? It goes with everything, it goes anywhere, it’s always in style. Right now it’s going straight to Harry’s—cock? heart? yes, there, and to the back back back place he didn’t let himself feel until the mirror.
You want Daddy to make you feel good? Sirius says, and harry kind of whimpers in a voice that makes his face burn again, because it’s so little, that yes, it’s so bare, it’s so huge. It’s like he’s nothing else besides that yes. And Remus is turning him again, lifting him and turning him, and helping him, helping him straddle Sirius. Adn then sirius’s cock is pressing up agasint Harry’s cock and balls, and Harry’s holding him, resting his head on Sirius’s shoulder. The shirt is in the way, but Sirius shrugs his shoulders and then Remus is getting that off too, so harry can have the thing he wants, which is body and skin and heat and his daddy around him. Holding him and letting him have everything.
Remus moves to stand behind Sirius, adn he bends down until his eyes are level with Harry’s. Okay, baby?” he askes.
And Harry whimpers again, and opens his mouth like some kind of baby, just like Remus said. He wants something in his mouth, and Remus knows it. Remus hesitates, his hand fluttering to his trousers. He cups himself, palming himself, holdin ghimself. Holding still. And then he gives harry his other hand, he gives him his thumb.
harry sucks it in, and it would be embarrassing, it would be horrifying if it weren’t so exactly right, but it is. And so he’s a baby. He sucks Remus’s thumb and pumps his hips, his cock thrusting against Sirius’s.
Brave boy, Sirius is murmuring. Beautiful boy. Precious boy. Daddy’s boy. Love my boy. And then he’s got his hand around both of them, and his hand is slick and perfect and so hot on this part of Harry. Not the cock part only but the inside part that just wants to suck up every bit of pleasure like oxygen from the room. Harry bites down on Remus’s thumb, breathes around it, bucks his cock against his godfather’s. And they let him and they hold him and they call him precious and lovely and baby and mine.
There’s a pet, there’s a love, there.
And Harry has never felt so much petted, so much loved, so much here. He’s going to come, and some tiny part of his mind flickers up in shame at it. But Remus’s other hand is stroking his cheek so gently, and Sirius’s fingers have found his nipple, and fuck, okay, that’s a thing too, and everything is more daddy, more, daddy, more. And dadddy is there, daddy is more. Daddy is fucking Harry’s cock wiht his huge lovely hand, and Harry is coming all over them both and Daddy is saying, yes, baby, yes, come for your daddy, thta’s right, come on your daddy’s cock, oh my beautiful boy.
It’s something Harry can take out later, take out from the back of hte closet where he keeps it, and slip into. Something that, when he’s feeling so bad, he can ease into and turn this way and that, looking in the mirror in wonder at how it’s changed the way he views his body. In any mirror, this is. It makes him look older, he thinsk, and sexy. It makes him look liek he knows what he’s doing, even when he doesn’t. It makes him look...loved. Yes, that’s it. Because he was, forever on that day. They dreesed him in it, and they kissed him and held him andloved him. to make up for everything.
And then other things happened, and so although they didn’t want to, they had to send him on his way .
Author:
ruinsplumeI am of legal drinking age in my region: (yes/no) OH so very much yes
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Harry/Sirius/Remus
Challenge: to send in this kinky thing before I sober up too hard
Summary: Just look athe warnings, okay?
Rating/Warnings: Explicit? R? I mean, there's just handjobs, but it's Underage, to the tune of book 5. Daddy kink. Ageplay on top of it already being underage. Sooo Ymmv, yeah. i wanwred you.
Word count: 2200
Author's Notes (if any): dedicated to the gnat i accidentally killed by setting my pint glass down on tip of it. wait! no! it’s walking again! tha gnat has risen! It’s actually walkkng across the BIBLE which I keep on my desk for literary purposes only, as I’m pretty much an athiest, but I do think Jesus is a right-on dude.
Okay, anyway.
Luna said Harry shouldn’t do it, that looking in the mirror of Erised on your birthday would be like looking in any mirror after smoking too much gillyweed, that you would see things you didn’t want to see. Like Nargles? He wanted to ask, but didn’t, because he loved her. He kewn Dumbledore had moved it, but he had that angle figured out. He went to the Room of Requirement and it opened to him, as conveniently as something realky conviennient that happens in a book kwhen you want it to ven if it wouldnt’ in real life. but his real life was so bizarre that he had stopped comparing it to books and jsut tried to stay aloive until the next chapter. Even if it meant staying up all night. Liek now. Well, it was only seven-thirty. But you’ll see.
* I need to see the mirror of Erised,” he thought at the rooom, once he was inside it. And then, when it didn’t appaer, he stood up and begain walkkng through the mountains of junk, whihc seemed to be the room’s default setting, and he walked where his feet took him ansd where whety they took him was to the mirror. The Mirror. Becuase of course Dumbledore owld have hidden it in all the junk. If he’d wanted to hide it, and he had. from harry. But ahrry being harry had found it. Here. Forget Luna. He looked inside it. And okay, fucking hell, and yes fucking hell was a pretty accurate description. His face heating like a badkly cast warming charm.
He hadn’t meant to see that. Okay, he’d thought about it plently. He’d wanked to it plenty. but oh god he was stupid. Erised. Desire. dersire differn’t meanings. like passion. Passion nails thorugh your hands death or, on the other hand (without nails driven thorugh it, thank you) ecstasy. there is, if you recall, a church in Godric’s Hollow, and the epitaph on James and Lily’s tombstone is from the Bible, so yes, there is Christianity in Canon. Merlin. Wizards know who Jesus is.
So, you wanted sex, right? So did Harry. Well there it is in the mirror. He’s wiht Sirius, of course. Forget Ginny, forget Cedric, forget Cho. did Sirius play quidditch too? No, acutally, but it’s sirius nonetheless. And he’s—and he’s—oh, Merlin. And Remus is there too, which he hadn’t even admitted to himself outloud, not that he’d said I want to be sitting Naked onSirius’s lap while he wanks me OUT LOUD but he had thought it. whereas the Remus thing was a very secret back of the mind part that he hand’t even really admitted but the mirror knew.
Gentle reader, are you uneased? so is Harry. Do you want to stop? Not if you’re harry. If it wasn’t so hot in here he wouldn’t be sweating liek that. It has nothing to do with what the mirror is showng. Harry being Harry (even when he’s ahrry) he just leaves Hogwarts and he goes through the tunnel to Hogsmeade and he hails the knight bus and gets the fuck away from Umbridge and everyone else it’s not htat fucking difficult. He tells the driver number 13, Grimmalud Place, since he can’t reveal the real address. So, close enough. And then in. theuy’re there, both of them. At the kitchen table. Siiruis has nothing on but a shirt. Remus is wearning nothing but trousers. They’re standing agains tthe counter, kissing. In antoehr univers they’d be sitting chastely at the table.
I’ts my birthday, Harry says. Even though it isn’t. It’s spring. But Luna didn’t care and neither should you.
Hipy papy bhtduthday, says Remus, who was raised on Winnie the Pooh by his Muggle mum, and Many happy returns of the day, even thoguh it isnt’ July.
But you’ll be wanting cake, then, Says sirius. Who also knows perfectly well when Harry’s birthday is, they were goth there, ffs, though it was more punk than goth, in those days, for Sirus anyway.
It’s July somewhere, Sirius says.
Yes, here, says Harry. It’s july here. and no cake, says Harry. just you. sirius. That I’ll be wanting. (the Rmeus part of the mirror tucked back back back in his brain okay not htat back, Professor Lupin, oh God, giving a LESSONNO, And Harry goes to Sirius. Just liek that. Puts his hands inside Sirus’s open shirt, and it’s all there, the hair, the smell, the maleness of him. The tattoos, the skin, the Siriusness. the cock-Harry can’t see it, but he can feel it against his abdomen, and he holds Sirus tightly so he won’t have to look. Yet, it’s—he’s here, isn’t he? And sirius won’t cant won’t stop him. H’es Sirius. And Remus—Remus’s hands are on Harry’s back. Saying, here now, Haryy, Harry. Harry holds tighter. And then siRius is dong somehting with his harms, adn then Harry is a sandwich between them, Sirus has got his arms around Remus but harry is still int eh middle of these two men who love him, Sirus holding Remus so tightly, and Remus—sort of pushing back and then not. going very still. And then he puts his arms aroudn Sirus not like a fight but like a love. He’s defeated for a moment anyway. just holding the history of this.
And harry is being held by these two men who love him and it’s all he ever wanted , the feeling it gives him. Safe. Loved. Queer. Accepted. Wanted. Allthosethingstogether. And maybe Remus knows that. Maybe he just can’t summon antyhing to reason that away, not when it’s all pressed together like that. He bows his head, his mouth coing to rest ohn Harry’s forehead. Oh, Harry, Remus says. A little sadly becuse Remus is always, a bit. but the breath in his hair. Is there.
And sirius says, Oh , yes. And then, It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay. And Harry buries his face inssirus’s chest and kisses, and mouths and sucks. And then he finds a nipple and he sucks that.
You weren’t expecting that. Neitheri was Harry. Sirius—well sirius has no such judgements. He wants to gie Harry antyhig. He puts his hand in Harry’s hair, adn holds his head. Letting go of Remus but Remus is still there. Remus is strokng Hrry’s arms. Saying there, now. There, there.
harry sucks that niipple, and it goes right to sirius’s cock. hard agasint Harry’s thigh. Harry bucks agasint it, open shis zip and holds himself. It’s right to do this. He’s safe here, he’s loved. He an, for once in his life, have what he wants. Waht he wants is to suckle and stroke and be petted. What he wants is for the sex of these two men who love him and love each other to envelop him.
Make a magic ring around him that says Yes, it is right to have this.
And they do. Remus is kissing Sirius above Harry’s head, grinding just a little agasint harry’s arse, and Harry is sucking at Sirus’s nipple, and sirus is thrusting his cock against’Harrys erection tented into this pants, and harry is feelng so good, so turned on, so ...so RIGHT, that he has to say the one thing that will make it righ tall the way, and so he says it, he says
daddy.
soft under his breath around the nipple, around the few coarse hairs. He sucks in the heat of the word and the flesh and above him remus kisses the top of his head, and says, yes, sirius, this.
Oh, yes, sirius answers. Yes, baby, yes, harry, yes.
“Sirius, sit down,” says Remus, and Sirus does, naked but for his shirt. “Harry, we al lcare about you,” Remus says. And, “It’s okay. You can. Sit. On his lap.” His gray hair and his bright eyes and his worn face that knows things. has decided, in the balance, that this is yes. And Harry who would have done it even with out permission, does it with permission. He sits in Sirius’ lap. Adn he loves Remus for giving it to him. But—there’s his jeans, they’re on, and Remus says, let me help you, and does, he lifts Harry up to standing again and helps him. It’s Professor Lupin’s hands helpoing him, His hands that are bigger tahn Harry’d realized, and warmer, and altogether a lot sexier because of the heat and the size and the way they are so certain about what they aredoign wihsh is takin goff harry’s trainers and socks and then jeans and pants and then saying lift up you r arms, that’s a boy, and helping harry slide his tee shirt over his head. And then he’s naked, adn he’s hard, and he’s not a boy, at least not where his cock is, he’s a man there, or soemthing close to it, but then Remus lifts him up again and sets him on Sirius’s lap, and sirius’s very erect cock and all his hair and his balls are right there, and he’s big, and it’s—fuck. It’s everything for a moment.
You like your Daddy’s cock, baby? Remus asks. (Which is really the little black dress of kink, isn’t it? It goes with everything, it goes anywhere, it’s always in style. Right now it’s going straight to Harry’s—cock? heart? yes, there, and to the back back back place he didn’t let himself feel until the mirror.
You want Daddy to make you feel good? Sirius says, and harry kind of whimpers in a voice that makes his face burn again, because it’s so little, that yes, it’s so bare, it’s so huge. It’s like he’s nothing else besides that yes. And Remus is turning him again, lifting him and turning him, and helping him, helping him straddle Sirius. Adn then sirius’s cock is pressing up agasint Harry’s cock and balls, and Harry’s holding him, resting his head on Sirius’s shoulder. The shirt is in the way, but Sirius shrugs his shoulders and then Remus is getting that off too, so harry can have the thing he wants, which is body and skin and heat and his daddy around him. Holding him and letting him have everything.
Remus moves to stand behind Sirius, adn he bends down until his eyes are level with Harry’s. Okay, baby?” he askes.
And Harry whimpers again, and opens his mouth like some kind of baby, just like Remus said. He wants something in his mouth, and Remus knows it. Remus hesitates, his hand fluttering to his trousers. He cups himself, palming himself, holdin ghimself. Holding still. And then he gives harry his other hand, he gives him his thumb.
harry sucks it in, and it would be embarrassing, it would be horrifying if it weren’t so exactly right, but it is. And so he’s a baby. He sucks Remus’s thumb and pumps his hips, his cock thrusting against Sirius’s.
Brave boy, Sirius is murmuring. Beautiful boy. Precious boy. Daddy’s boy. Love my boy. And then he’s got his hand around both of them, and his hand is slick and perfect and so hot on this part of Harry. Not the cock part only but the inside part that just wants to suck up every bit of pleasure like oxygen from the room. Harry bites down on Remus’s thumb, breathes around it, bucks his cock against his godfather’s. And they let him and they hold him and they call him precious and lovely and baby and mine.
There’s a pet, there’s a love, there.
And Harry has never felt so much petted, so much loved, so much here. He’s going to come, and some tiny part of his mind flickers up in shame at it. But Remus’s other hand is stroking his cheek so gently, and Sirius’s fingers have found his nipple, and fuck, okay, that’s a thing too, and everything is more daddy, more, daddy, more. And dadddy is there, daddy is more. Daddy is fucking Harry’s cock wiht his huge lovely hand, and Harry is coming all over them both and Daddy is saying, yes, baby, yes, come for your daddy, thta’s right, come on your daddy’s cock, oh my beautiful boy.
It’s something Harry can take out later, take out from the back of hte closet where he keeps it, and slip into. Something that, when he’s feeling so bad, he can ease into and turn this way and that, looking in the mirror in wonder at how it’s changed the way he views his body. In any mirror, this is. It makes him look older, he thinsk, and sexy. It makes him look liek he knows what he’s doing, even when he doesn’t. It makes him look...loved. Yes, that’s it. Because he was, forever on that day. They dreesed him in it, and they kissed him and held him andloved him. to make up for everything.
And then other things happened, and so although they didn’t want to, they had to send him on his way .