Crime and Punishment

It seemed hours later when Sirius returned. He took the chair in front of Harry’s face and sat there, giving him an amused smile. Harry could now let go of the worry, but the curiosity was burning inside him with as much intensity as his need to come.

“That was Ron,” Sirius said at last, “he wanted to check that you were alright, given how drunk you were last night.” It seemed strange to Harry that his misdemeanour had only occurred the night before. It felt like it had been much longer.

“I told him that I’d taken care of you but that I’d like to be told next time if you were going to be late. He made a fairly rude comment about me being a mother hen.” Harry grinned at that. “Personally, I think you’re getting off lightly. Apparently Ron’s hangover cure was mixed by Snape.” Harry shuddered at that thought.

“I told him that you couldn’t come to the fire, but that you’d get in touch with him soon. Maybe I should have invited him to come over,” Sirius’ grin turned wicked, “and seen for himself how I was taking care of you.”

The ball clattered across the table and bounced onto the floor.

There was no hesitation. Sirius quickly released Harry’s legs and unfastened the cuffs at his wrists. Harry turned onto his side so he could look at Sirius better, rubbing circulation back into his fingers.

“You can take a severe beating without any problems,” Sirius said, “but you can’t even think about letting your friend see us. Are you ashamed?” His voice sounded deeply hurt, and Harry was quick to reassure him otherwise.

“Of course not!” Harry took a slow breath, then spoke. “I tried to explain to Ron about us, but I’m not sure he got it. The whole master/slave thing isn’t exactly normal. If he sees me like this, he’d think you were taking advantage of me, abusing me. He’d hate you for hurting me, and I couldn’t bear that. I love you too much to have my friends think badly of you.” Sirius smiled, then kissed Harry so passionately, Harry thought he’d drown in the pleasure.

“I think that answer earns you back the privilege of standing,” Sirius informed him.

“Then I’m forgiven?” Harry asked.

“You’re forgiven before you even do anything wrong. I love you.”

“I love you, and I swear I won’t make you worry like that again.”

This time they didn’t even bother heading to the nearest bedroom. They made love there on the table, using the first thing that came to hand as lube. Maple syrup.

“You know,” Harry said, between moans of pleasure, “as a form of punishment. . . that food thing was. . . a little lacking.”

“You don’t know what I put in that water. Sensao.” And suddenly Harry’s skin was tingling. Everywhere Sirius’ lips had touched became a hive of pleasure, each with a direct link to his groin. The bite beneath his collar was so sensitive that even the brush of air against it sent jolts to his cock, hard as concrete and so close to release Harry felt like screaming.

“Come for me, my love.” And Harry did scream. There were no words, just the voice of pure pleasure as the release long withheld shot from him with power he’d not experienced before. The orgasm was so strong it filled the very core of his being with true happiness. This was heaven.

***

Harry woke gradually, becoming slowly aware of warm arms wrapped around him and, of course, the throbbing pain in his ass and back. He was lying in Sirius’ bed, his head resting against his master’s chest, Sirius gently fiddling with his hair.

“How are you feeling?” Sirius asked.

“Sore,” Harry replied.

“Yes. I’m afraid that punishment will linger for a few days.” They lay in comfortable silence for a while, Harry drifting on the boarders of sleep, secure in the safety of his master’s embrace.

“We should get up and have some breakfast,” Sirius said eventually, though he didn’t sound particularly enthusiastic about the idea.

“I can think of a few reasons to stay here,” Harry said.

“Oh, can you?” Harry tilted his head to kiss Sirius deeply. Sirius shifted to return the kiss, a prominent erection pressing against one very similar at Harry’s groin.

When they, eventually, made it to the dining room, Harry decided that a law should be passed making sure that everyone started the day with steaming sex. People might still struggle to get to work on time on a Monday, but at least they’d be in a good mood once they got there.

Harry was still naked, since Sirius had decided that clothing was a privilege he still needed to earn back. Harry sat down at the table only yesterday he had been tied over, his cheeks growing crimson at the thought of what had been done to him. He hadn’t seen the picture yet and wasn’t sure if he wanted to. He tried to convince himself that it was only the after-effects of the spell making his skin tingle at the thought of what had happened, but he suspected it was just his lust and a hidden kink he didn’t know he had. He probably shouldn’t be surprised about discovering new kinks, given that his whole relationship might seem totally skewed to an outside observer, but it just made him wonder what else he was going to learn about himself.

Harry tried a subtle vengeance for yesterday’s punishment with simply the way he ate his porridge. He sucked the hot liquid from his spoon and licked his lips in a carefully calculated manner designed to make Sirius hard in a heartbeat. Harry pretended that he didn’t know the effect he was having, though he was sure Sirius knew it was purposeful. He feigned interest in his meal, while at the same time growing hard and horny at the thought of what he was doing to Sirius.

It didn’t take long before Sirius was leaping round the table and pulling Harry into a kiss so heat-filled that it left them both gasping for air. Sirius pushed Harry from the chair and onto his knees, sitting in Harry’s place and lifting his robes. Harry swallowed the proffered erection gladly, tasting the salty precum and letting his tongue go wild over the sensitive organ. He didn’t even need a touch to his own cock, just Sirius breathlessly giving permission and the sensations of Sirius’ balls drawing up into his body.

Harry came with an explosion, trying to swallow the seed that flowed into his mouth. Caught up in his own orgasm, some spilled over his lips and down his chin, but he was too trapped in the pleasure to care. For the second time that morning, he came hard and fast.

When they had both recovered, Sirius looked down at Harry and the mess of semen covering themselves, the floor and furniture. He grinned, “We’re going to need another house elf if we keep making this much mess.” He then reached out at brushed the line of semen that had escaped Harry’s mouth.

“You spilled,” Sirius said, “a pity. I was going to let you wear clothes tomorrow as well. I guess now you’ll have to wait a little longer.” He returned to his own seat and his abandoned meal. “That’s what you get when you try to tempt me.” Harry wondered if he’d strayed a little too close to the fine line that bound their relationship. For those few minutes while he’d seduced Sirius, the slave had had more control that the master. Harry smiled slightly as he shifted on his bruised rear. It was worth it.

THE END