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Perfect Birthday
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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Perfect Birthday
Perfect Birthday (1/1)
It was Harry Potter\'s seventeenth birthday and the second anniversary of Voldemort\'s downfall. Harry had finally fulfilled his destiny at the end of his fifth year at the Department of Mysteries. He had watched his godfather fall through the Veil, and became completely enraged, the legendary and mythic berserkergang of the Norse taking him over. No one really knows what Harry did, not even him, but somehow he managed to immobilize every single person in the Ministry complex as if by a stunning spell, except for Voldemort. The two of them were drawn together, and had duelled wandlessly in the Grand Atrium. In the end, Tom M. Riddle had fallen to a simple cheering charm. Harry\'s last spell had been a compulsion for every person baring the Dark Mark to present themselves to Dumbledore if not apprehended by the authorities.
Every single one of the Death Eaters now lay rotting in Azkaban, but for Snape. After that final spell, Harry had fallen into a coma and hand not woken for twenty-seven days. To his great relief and pleasure, his godfather was at his bedside when he came to, having been found naked but otherwise unharmed on the backside of the arch three days after falling through it. Since the day Peter Pettigrew handed himself in and explained his betrayal under Veritaserum, the two had lived together in the old headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix at 12 Grimmauld Place.
For his seventeenth birthday and the ending of Sirius\'s guardianship, the older man had taken the two of them out pub crawling through muggle London, slowly working their way from the Leaky Cauldron to home. By the time the got back, they were both rather drunk. It turned out that Harry was a horny drunk and Sirius a touchy-feely drunk, which didn\'t help matters for the teen. The animagus was clinging to his body as if glued there, as if he were the only thing keeping the other man on his feet... which he was.
The stumbled into the lately remodelled house, giggling like girls and giddy as schoolboys. They dragged each other upstairs and collapsed onto Sirius\'s bed. Harry belched loudly and sighed. He looked over at the older man slyly. “Do you know what would make this birthday perfect?”
Sirius propped himself up on one elbow to peer down at the fellow Griffindor\'s face. “Nope. Tell me.”
“Getting laid by an experienced older man.” He cocked his head at Sirius\'s lack of response. This was the first time he suggested that he was not completely heterosexual and he had been hoping for some kind of reaction.
“That can be arranged.” Sirius cocked an eyebrow at the surprised look on Harry\'s face. “What? I\'ve noticed the way you keep looking at me, as if you were going to eat me whole. You\'re of age, not related to me by blood, and hot as hell; why would I say no? Why else would I be clinging to you like s static-y sock?”
“Just thought I would need to point those things out to you or something.”
“Nope. You were wrong.” He plunged in to steal a kiss from the man who used to be his godson, his tongue invading the younger man\'s mouth with little coaxing necessary, to eagerly duel for dominance, tasting the firewhisky from their earlier celebrations.
Harry pulled back, surprised yet again by the sudden, but pleasurable move. Sirius followed him though, and pressed him into the bed with his body while his lips explored Harry\'s face and neck, mapping out all the places that drew gasps and groans from the younger man. He found the hidden little spot behind Harry\'s ear that had him arching off the bed and moaning wantonly, the place at the base of his neck where a bite set him to shuddering and gasping desperately for air, the part of his jaw that made him sigh contentedly. He found all those hidden places and then moved on to the rest of the young man\'s body.
Sirius\'s lips and tongue and teeth mapped out Harry\'s body, like a cartographer in a strange new land, unvisited before him. Harry luxuriated beneath the touches. He felt exquisitely wanted, almost as if the animagus were worshipping his body. Soon though, his own desire to learn his soon-to-be lover\'s body began to exert itself.
In a sudden move, he reversed their positions, pinning the larger man to the bed with unexpected strength. His smile was feral as he looked down at the succulent body beneath his, a sensual feast fit for any beggar or sultan. With a snap of his fingers for showmanship, they were naked, an impressive feat of wandless magic. He dove into the decadent offering below him, teasing Sirius back for all he was worth. Soon the man was begging unashamedly for release.
“Harry... God! I won\'t last long if you keep that up. Harry... Please! Yes!” He looked up at the desperate man\'s face from his position between his legs, his cock in Harry\'s mouth. He released it with a wet \'pop\'.
“Spoil sport. I was having fun.” Sirius grinned down at him.
“Fun\'s not over yet. Top or bottom?”
“Definitely bottom.” Harry crawled his way up the Marauder\'s body, bestowing a breath-stealing kiss before flipping over to lie beside him while he reached into his bedside drawer for lubricant.
“Hands and knees.” Harry shifted positions eagerly, wiggling his bottom teasingly. He gasped at the first wet touch of Sirius\'s fingers at his entrance. The older man teased around the eager hole, gently touching before pressing in, breaching Harry\'s body intimately. He crooked a finger inside the younger man\'s body in an upside-down \'come hither\' gesture, dragging his callused finger over an over-sensitised prostate, nearly sending Harry into convulsions of ecstasy.
He prepared Harry quickly, yet thoroughly before pushing his own need inside, his cock finally encased in his godson\'s body. He groaned loudly at that, barely stopping himself from plunging about like an animal. “Harry... Oh Merlin, do you feel good. I don\'t know if I can control myself.”
“It doesn\'t matter. I want you to come just as badly as I do.”
“You don\'t understand. I might transform...”
“I don\'t care. I want you whether you\'re Sirius or Padfoot. Now move already!” Harry tightened his inner muscles, sending the animagus\'s eyes to rolling in their sockets. He didn\'t just move, he pounded Harry into the bed, fucking him as hard and as fast as he could, giving the younger man exactly what he wanted. Moans and groans and screams to do the legend of the Shrieking Shack proud filled their home as pleasure and approaching orgasms filled their bodies.
Sirius did indeed transform when his orgasm hit him, fur sprouting from his flesh to caress his lover\'s heated and sweaty skin like silk, and a creepy howl leaving his throat. His seed pumped into Harry\'s body, hotter then human and Harry couldn\'t care less because he was coming too and it all felt deliciously forbidden.
They collapsed in a ragged, mixed-species pile, both of them exhausted an panting. Padfoot gave Harry\'s cheek a tired lick before curling up at the young man\'s side. Harry ran a distracted hand over the dog animagus\'s silky ears. “Now that, was a perfect birthday.”
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It was Harry Potter\'s seventeenth birthday and the second anniversary of Voldemort\'s downfall. Harry had finally fulfilled his destiny at the end of his fifth year at the Department of Mysteries. He had watched his godfather fall through the Veil, and became completely enraged, the legendary and mythic berserkergang of the Norse taking him over. No one really knows what Harry did, not even him, but somehow he managed to immobilize every single person in the Ministry complex as if by a stunning spell, except for Voldemort. The two of them were drawn together, and had duelled wandlessly in the Grand Atrium. In the end, Tom M. Riddle had fallen to a simple cheering charm. Harry\'s last spell had been a compulsion for every person baring the Dark Mark to present themselves to Dumbledore if not apprehended by the authorities.
Every single one of the Death Eaters now lay rotting in Azkaban, but for Snape. After that final spell, Harry had fallen into a coma and hand not woken for twenty-seven days. To his great relief and pleasure, his godfather was at his bedside when he came to, having been found naked but otherwise unharmed on the backside of the arch three days after falling through it. Since the day Peter Pettigrew handed himself in and explained his betrayal under Veritaserum, the two had lived together in the old headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix at 12 Grimmauld Place.
For his seventeenth birthday and the ending of Sirius\'s guardianship, the older man had taken the two of them out pub crawling through muggle London, slowly working their way from the Leaky Cauldron to home. By the time the got back, they were both rather drunk. It turned out that Harry was a horny drunk and Sirius a touchy-feely drunk, which didn\'t help matters for the teen. The animagus was clinging to his body as if glued there, as if he were the only thing keeping the other man on his feet... which he was.
The stumbled into the lately remodelled house, giggling like girls and giddy as schoolboys. They dragged each other upstairs and collapsed onto Sirius\'s bed. Harry belched loudly and sighed. He looked over at the older man slyly. “Do you know what would make this birthday perfect?”
Sirius propped himself up on one elbow to peer down at the fellow Griffindor\'s face. “Nope. Tell me.”
“Getting laid by an experienced older man.” He cocked his head at Sirius\'s lack of response. This was the first time he suggested that he was not completely heterosexual and he had been hoping for some kind of reaction.
“That can be arranged.” Sirius cocked an eyebrow at the surprised look on Harry\'s face. “What? I\'ve noticed the way you keep looking at me, as if you were going to eat me whole. You\'re of age, not related to me by blood, and hot as hell; why would I say no? Why else would I be clinging to you like s static-y sock?”
“Just thought I would need to point those things out to you or something.”
“Nope. You were wrong.” He plunged in to steal a kiss from the man who used to be his godson, his tongue invading the younger man\'s mouth with little coaxing necessary, to eagerly duel for dominance, tasting the firewhisky from their earlier celebrations.
Harry pulled back, surprised yet again by the sudden, but pleasurable move. Sirius followed him though, and pressed him into the bed with his body while his lips explored Harry\'s face and neck, mapping out all the places that drew gasps and groans from the younger man. He found the hidden little spot behind Harry\'s ear that had him arching off the bed and moaning wantonly, the place at the base of his neck where a bite set him to shuddering and gasping desperately for air, the part of his jaw that made him sigh contentedly. He found all those hidden places and then moved on to the rest of the young man\'s body.
Sirius\'s lips and tongue and teeth mapped out Harry\'s body, like a cartographer in a strange new land, unvisited before him. Harry luxuriated beneath the touches. He felt exquisitely wanted, almost as if the animagus were worshipping his body. Soon though, his own desire to learn his soon-to-be lover\'s body began to exert itself.
In a sudden move, he reversed their positions, pinning the larger man to the bed with unexpected strength. His smile was feral as he looked down at the succulent body beneath his, a sensual feast fit for any beggar or sultan. With a snap of his fingers for showmanship, they were naked, an impressive feat of wandless magic. He dove into the decadent offering below him, teasing Sirius back for all he was worth. Soon the man was begging unashamedly for release.
“Harry... God! I won\'t last long if you keep that up. Harry... Please! Yes!” He looked up at the desperate man\'s face from his position between his legs, his cock in Harry\'s mouth. He released it with a wet \'pop\'.
“Spoil sport. I was having fun.” Sirius grinned down at him.
“Fun\'s not over yet. Top or bottom?”
“Definitely bottom.” Harry crawled his way up the Marauder\'s body, bestowing a breath-stealing kiss before flipping over to lie beside him while he reached into his bedside drawer for lubricant.
“Hands and knees.” Harry shifted positions eagerly, wiggling his bottom teasingly. He gasped at the first wet touch of Sirius\'s fingers at his entrance. The older man teased around the eager hole, gently touching before pressing in, breaching Harry\'s body intimately. He crooked a finger inside the younger man\'s body in an upside-down \'come hither\' gesture, dragging his callused finger over an over-sensitised prostate, nearly sending Harry into convulsions of ecstasy.
He prepared Harry quickly, yet thoroughly before pushing his own need inside, his cock finally encased in his godson\'s body. He groaned loudly at that, barely stopping himself from plunging about like an animal. “Harry... Oh Merlin, do you feel good. I don\'t know if I can control myself.”
“It doesn\'t matter. I want you to come just as badly as I do.”
“You don\'t understand. I might transform...”
“I don\'t care. I want you whether you\'re Sirius or Padfoot. Now move already!” Harry tightened his inner muscles, sending the animagus\'s eyes to rolling in their sockets. He didn\'t just move, he pounded Harry into the bed, fucking him as hard and as fast as he could, giving the younger man exactly what he wanted. Moans and groans and screams to do the legend of the Shrieking Shack proud filled their home as pleasure and approaching orgasms filled their bodies.
Sirius did indeed transform when his orgasm hit him, fur sprouting from his flesh to caress his lover\'s heated and sweaty skin like silk, and a creepy howl leaving his throat. His seed pumped into Harry\'s body, hotter then human and Harry couldn\'t care less because he was coming too and it all felt deliciously forbidden.
They collapsed in a ragged, mixed-species pile, both of them exhausted an panting. Padfoot gave Harry\'s cheek a tired lick before curling up at the young man\'s side. Harry ran a distracted hand over the dog animagus\'s silky ears. “Now that, was a perfect birthday.”