Fields of Innocence
Fields of Innocence
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Disclaimer:
Warnings: This
his CHANSLASH or underage sex. Slash. Ambiguous consent. BE WARNED! If this is
not your cup of tea better leave before it\'s too late.
My first
Harry/Sirius ever! I\'m not English, so any mistakes will be due to that.
Reviews are appreciated. Enjoy!
Innocence
peace of my little cottage somewhere near the beach, I stare silently at the
vivid flames while pondering how sick in the mind I really am.
curious voice. I turn to look at him lying in the carpet writing something in
one of his notebooks; his head is slightly tilted to one side and he is
watching me with certain concern. I smile warmly and just nod, he smiles back
and goes back to his writing.
peering at him, staring at his beautiful young body and wondering how soft is
smighmight be. God! I\'m such a perv! I\'m looking at rig right now. The too-big
shirt I lend him this morning has somewhat slipped from one of his shoulders
offering me a nice view of his pale delicate flesh. I long to touch it and the
mere thought that I want such thing from a child disgusts me beyond knowledge.
It\'s just plain wrong. Never in my life I\'ve found myself salivating after a
kid, and the fact that my eyes are now trailing down his spine disturbs me
enormously.
of wine.
sort of scared look.
considering whether to tell me whatever that bothers him. Then it clicks, I
listen intently to the wind blowing furiously outside.
poor lad, ashamed of his own admittance. "It\'s ok, there\'s no need to be
embarrassed" I try to comfort him, though I\'d probably be embarrassed to,
if I were 13 and scared of the wind.
kitchen table.
he is. His legs are spread and rocking, his hands on his knees.
any closer to this angelic creature, and hug him slightly. He obliges and melts
in my embrace, resting his head against my chest.
back.
I\'ve planted a small kiss in the hollow of his neck He tenses and looks at me
curiously. I feel myself flush and try to regain my composure; I\'m an adult, I
can handle this. But instead of just walking out of the kitchen I find myself
taking his head in my hands and I kiss his forehead.
my ear "Do you feel lonely?"
did he notice anyway?
again.
kid is gonna be the death of me!
his knee and the mere contact is burning my skin. I get a feverish feeling and
start moving it slowly, up and down his leg. He\'s soft and warm, and I just
can\'t get enough of it. My other hand travels down his arm and sneaks under his
shirt.
doing. I dare not look at him for I fear to see his expression when my hand
moves further to softly caress his package.
I\'m doing this and, furthermore, enjoying it. This is crazy, and sick, and just
too wrong. But it\'s too late now to stop it, I must face what I\'ve done so far
and live with the guilt of what I\'m about to do for the rest of my life.
strangely enough, he looks up at me and smiles, as if encouraging me to keep
going; or maybe I\'m just hallucinating... I run my hands up and down his chest
and I\'ve got him panting already. Confident in my abomination I take off the
rest of his clothing and realise that he is aroused too.
little forward and kiss his neck, his earlobe...
of his small hands to my chest and studying it consciously, as if memorising
every inch. I can\'t take it any longer and sit on one of the chairs, taking
Harry with me; sitting him on my lap. He\'s a fast learner. He kisses my neck in
an inexperienced manner and starts rocking his hips in a slow motion. My, does
he even know what he\'s doing? I guide him to the floor, between my legs and he
looks up at me expectantly. I close my eyes and take a deep breath just before
unbuttoning my pants and freeing my erection.
swallowing hard.
stroking me. I moan loudly and close my eyes again. I don\'t want guilt, not
now. I\'ll get what I want and deal with regrets later. Selfish as I am.
actually coercing my own godson into this... He does, he opens his young
inexperienced mouth and swallows me entirely.
release. I run my hands trough his thick black hair and brush his cheek in the
way. I think he\'s crying, but I don\'t want to make sure.
uncomfortably. I don\'t care anymore.
little. I try to catch my breath and then I lower my gaze to his beautiful
face. I was right, he had cried. He dries his tears with the back of his hand
and climbs back to my lap.