Affection

This isn\'t my usual choice of subject matter-it\'s a kind of challenge response from a friend.
All I can say is, you\'re a bad influence, Magenta, a baaaad influence.
None of the characters are mine, thankfully they are J K Rowlings, and she puts them to much better use than me!


Sirius looked into his dark eyes with such affection, Buckbeak felt honoured. Hagrid had cared for him, that was true, but that was completely different. Sirius made Buckbeak feel wanted, cared for, loved.

Placing his hands either side of his friends face, caressing his cheeks, Sirius gave a contented sigh. He closed his eyes, revelling in the feeling of warmth he got when he was close to Buckbeak. He breather in his unique smell, feeling as though he could almost taste it upon his tongue.

Buckbeak moved closer to Sirius, rubbing his cheek against his hand, making contented Hippogriff noises in the back of his throat. Sirius gathered him close, wrapping his hands around his neck, admiring the feeling of Buckbeak’s neck fur touching his face.

Sirius’s hands moved down Buckbeak’s neck, stroking his fur to his shoulders, until he reached the feathers of his wings. He’d done this numerous times, to many to count, but it still amazed him how smooth the transition between fur and feathers was, and how soft both of these were, although they each had completely different textures.

His hands seemed to be moving of their own accord now, reaching along the wings of his friend, tracing the feathers softly, almost tickling Buckbeak.

Suddenly, Buckbeak snorted, and butted his head against Sirius. Sirius opened his eyes once more, gazing into the dark, seemingly endless orbs belonging to the Hippogriff. Those were eyes showing immense trust, trust which was returned, combined with love. Eyes that knew neither would do anything to intentionally harm the other.

Sirius laid a gentle kiss against Buckbeak’s cheek, and smiled at the contented sound that came from his furry throat.

“You like that, do you, sweetie?” Sirius asked with a chuckle.

Buckbeak looked at him with a serious look on his face, but there was an unspoken twinkle in his eyes that Sirius had come to realise over their time together.

Knowing Buckbeak had enjoyed this little kiss, Sirius felt obliged to indulge him.

He continued to caress Buckbeak’s wings and back, and leant forward to kiss his beak. Sirius smile to himself as the Hippogriff’s eyes closed, and his front foot began to shake in pleasure.

Sirius moved to one side of Buckbeak, continuing to stroke one furred side of his body with one hand, while the other hand tickled the fur on his chest. If Buckbeak was able to smile, he’d be grinning away, Sirius thought happily.

He walked around Buckbeak’s body, continually caressing him, leaving no fur untouched until he got back around to his head again. Here, Sirius kissed his beak again, marvelling at the touch of hardness amidst all the feathers and fur. Touching such soft fur and feathers had aroused Sirius immensely, as it usually did. His manhood strained against his trousers. He reached his hand up, and scratched behind the crown of his head.

Buckbeak butted his hand happily, almost purring like a cat.

Sirius chuckled, and bought his hand back down-it was tiring holding it up that far for long.

Buckbeak gazed at him with his intelligent eyes, then rubbed his beak against the front of his trousers before turning around, so Sirius was left facing his hindquarters.

“Aha, so, you’re in THAT kind of mood, are you, darling?” Sirius could help but laugh to himself quietly. “Alrighty then, if that’s what you want.”

Sirius freed his erect penis from his trousers, allowing his undergarments and trousers to pool around his ankles. He smoothed his hands through the wiry texture of Buckbeak’s tail, before lifting it up and out of the way, parting it so it fell around Buckbeak’s gaping hole.

“This may hurt, love, I haven’t got any lube with me, I’m afraid,” Sirius told Buckbeak apologetically.

Buckbeak snorted in impatience and understanding, shifting back on his horse-like hindquarters.

Sirius shrugged, and slowly entered Buckbeak, admiring how tight the Hippogriff was. Once he was fully sheathed inside Buckbeak, both man and animal gave a sigh of happiness, both feeling complete. Slowly, Sirius began to slide out of Buckbeak, then back in before he was came out of the warmth. The rhythm between the two began to pick up, and soon each was moving with the other, grunting in pleasure together. Sirius was close as he saw Buckbeak’s wings begin to beat against the Hippogriff’s sides, knowing Buckbeak was close as well. The rhythm began to falter, each thrust becoming more powerful, and faster.

With a low shout, Sirius came inside Buckbeak, who came a second after him, snorting wildly. Sirius lay over Buckbeak’s rump, spent. The Hippogriff made a ‘hmmpff!’ noise, and moved forwards, forcing Sirius to evacuate the warm space he had been in, and stand on his own two feet.

Buckbeak turned around to look at Sirius, then gently pecked him over to the corner where they had made their home. As Buckbeak lay down, he stared at Sirius, who then came to lie beside him. Buckbeak covered him with a wing, and with one last look into the other’s affectionate eyes, they fell asleep together.