Better Luck Next Time
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Adult +
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Better Luck Next Time
Disclaimer: All characters/concepts in the Harry Potter series and therefore this story belong to JK Rowling and various other companies.
Warnings: slash, and therefore AU, and also AU because Sirius is alive.
Better Luck Next Time
By Alison Leigh
The figure came closer and closer. He wasn’t yet close enough to touch and oh, Sirius burned to touch him. He could smell him, he smelled so good, mysterious, and intense like the Forbidden Forest in darkness.
Sirius couldn’t see him it was too dark. He didn’t know who he was, but he didn’t care, the man was coming closer, and Sirius ached to touch him, to be touched by him, anything, everything. Just a little closer and he could have it all.
Sirius was hard. He was almost startled enough to lose the erection, his first since Azkaban, but he knew that he couldn’t go soft with him coming closer.
A hand reached out, not quite touching his erection, close enough that he could feel the warmth from it. He moaned, but resisted the urge to push up. It was a test and he wouldn’t fail. This man wouldn’t accept failure, and he couldn’t stand it if he went away. Sirius couldn’t stand it if the man left without giving him even a little taste.
There! The man was touching him, finally, and he moaned as the man’s warm body spread over his, pinning him with delicious weight, surrounding him in that incredible scent, frustrating him with his inability to thrust properly. The hand was on him now, and so warm and good but too slow.
He couldn’t beg. It was a test he mustn’t fail. Not if those delicious strokes were to continue. He moved his hips up as much as the man would allow and wrapped his arms around the body above him.
The man was kissing him now, moving up his neck, along his jaw, the corners of his mouth, then moving away again, damn it. When he whined the figure answered it with a chuckle as dark and smooth as chocolate. It only made him want to whine more, but he mustn’t, mustn’t.
The man brought his lips down over Sirius’s at the same moment that he squeezed his cock and began stroking harder and faster. Sirius moaned into his mouth in pleasure and relief and thrust his tongue against the other’s in a parody of how he wanted to thrust his hips.
In his head he chanted, please, please, please, please, more, harder, so good, so so good, please. The pleasure went on, building higher, coiling tighter. More please, please don’t stop, God, please. Stroking harder now, squeezing at the base with every one, twisting, moving. God, please, please, so close, almost, almost.
“Come Sirius,” Severus commanded.
And he came to the command of that delicious voice, panting, and writhing, jerking out of the dream still stroking himself.
...
He realized he’d just made a mess of his sheets. He realized he’d just had his first erection since Azkaban. He realized he’d just used it to get off to a dream about Snivellus Snape.
He stared blankly into space for several minutes. He blinked twice, then shrugged. He cast a cleaning charm and settled down to get some more sleep.
There would be another erection. Hopefully next time he’d dream about Remus.
-le fin
Warnings: slash, and therefore AU, and also AU because Sirius is alive.
Better Luck Next Time
By Alison Leigh
The figure came closer and closer. He wasn’t yet close enough to touch and oh, Sirius burned to touch him. He could smell him, he smelled so good, mysterious, and intense like the Forbidden Forest in darkness.
Sirius couldn’t see him it was too dark. He didn’t know who he was, but he didn’t care, the man was coming closer, and Sirius ached to touch him, to be touched by him, anything, everything. Just a little closer and he could have it all.
Sirius was hard. He was almost startled enough to lose the erection, his first since Azkaban, but he knew that he couldn’t go soft with him coming closer.
A hand reached out, not quite touching his erection, close enough that he could feel the warmth from it. He moaned, but resisted the urge to push up. It was a test and he wouldn’t fail. This man wouldn’t accept failure, and he couldn’t stand it if he went away. Sirius couldn’t stand it if the man left without giving him even a little taste.
There! The man was touching him, finally, and he moaned as the man’s warm body spread over his, pinning him with delicious weight, surrounding him in that incredible scent, frustrating him with his inability to thrust properly. The hand was on him now, and so warm and good but too slow.
He couldn’t beg. It was a test he mustn’t fail. Not if those delicious strokes were to continue. He moved his hips up as much as the man would allow and wrapped his arms around the body above him.
The man was kissing him now, moving up his neck, along his jaw, the corners of his mouth, then moving away again, damn it. When he whined the figure answered it with a chuckle as dark and smooth as chocolate. It only made him want to whine more, but he mustn’t, mustn’t.
The man brought his lips down over Sirius’s at the same moment that he squeezed his cock and began stroking harder and faster. Sirius moaned into his mouth in pleasure and relief and thrust his tongue against the other’s in a parody of how he wanted to thrust his hips.
In his head he chanted, please, please, please, please, more, harder, so good, so so good, please. The pleasure went on, building higher, coiling tighter. More please, please don’t stop, God, please. Stroking harder now, squeezing at the base with every one, twisting, moving. God, please, please, so close, almost, almost.
“Come Sirius,” Severus commanded.
And he came to the command of that delicious voice, panting, and writhing, jerking out of the dream still stroking himself.
...
He realized he’d just made a mess of his sheets. He realized he’d just had his first erection since Azkaban. He realized he’d just used it to get off to a dream about Snivellus Snape.
He stared blankly into space for several minutes. He blinked twice, then shrugged. He cast a cleaning charm and settled down to get some more sleep.
There would be another erection. Hopefully next time he’d dream about Remus.
-le fin