Touch

A/N: Here is another short ficlet thing. I haven't had time to it down and write a longer fic. I have a one shot
mapped out in my head, but I have zero time to write it. Between going to school and having two jobs, it gets kind
of difficult. Blah, enough about my problems lol. Please review and tell me what you think!

*This is dedicated to ReflectingSpirit, who writes wonderful Harry/Sirius fiction! Please check out her profile! She
is amazing!

Warnings: fluff, kind of smutty, but nothing too graphic.

"Touch"

Whenever Sirius touched Harry's skin...it felt like heaven. Time stood still and nothing else mattered. It was just
the two of them. They grasped onto each other as their lips met over and over in hot, desperate kisses as though
they were the only living beings on earth. To Sirius, every feature Harry possessed was beautiful and perfect. Even
the constantly untidy ebony hair. His brilliant green eyes reminded him of deep pools of jade, and he found that he
lost himself in those eyes each and everytime he gazed into their depths.Harry's body was like a temple Sirius
worshipped daily. He was lean, but covered in taut muscles that he could never stop touching.

Whenever Sirius slid deep into his young lover's body, it was perfect. Harry's moans filled the room like music
from a symphony. His smaller hands grasped at Sirius' arms and back as waves of pleasure washed over him. Their
bodies felt as though they were made to fit together this way.

Sirius didn't care that their relationship was unorthodox. He loved Harry with all of his heart. And he knew Harry
loved him to (having expressed it quite often). When those three words poured from Harry's lips, Sirius felt
on top of the world; like he could accomplish any task large or small. When he held Harry as a baby, he never
imagined that eighteen years from that moment it would be like this. He wouldn't have it any other way.

"Sirius?" came Harry's voice from the other side of the bed.

Sirius smiled, "Yes, love?"

Harry smiled back, curling up against Sirius,"Is something wrong? You've been acting funny for the past few
minutes."

Sirius placed a gentle kiss at the top of Harry's head, "Nothing at all. Just thinking."

Harry playfully rolled atop Sirius' gloriously naked body, "About what, might I ask?"

Sirius arched his head upwards, his lips scant inches from Harry's, "Who am I always thinking about?"

Harry laughed, "You're getting mushy in your old age.

Sirius pushed Harry from his body and switched postions, now lying atop his younger lover, "Old? Who says I'm old?"

Harry didn't have time to protest as Sirius' mouth captured his in a deep, passion filled kiss. His body soared
as Sirius kissed down his neck and chest. After long heated moments, Sirius finally buried himself to the hilt
into Harry's hot, willing body.

"Oooh, Sirius!" Harry moaned. "Please, I need you so badly."

Sirius began to move slowly into Harry's body, watching Harry writhe beneath him. His young lover's moans turned
into wails and lustful begging, causing Sirius to thrust faster and faster into his body. Harry gripped the sheets
with one hand and Sirius' upper arm with the other. Both were driven by pure, carnal lust as Sirius plunged
in Harry's body over and over. Harry bucked back against Sirius' hips, try desperatly to feel more of Sirius
inside him.

"Harry!" Sirius cried as he came spilling into Harry's entrance. "Gods, yes!"

"SIRIUS!" Harry wailed when he felt Sirius' seed coat his insides before coming himself.

Sirius collapsed on to Harry's heaving body, feeling his god son's arms wrap around him. It took a few moments for
either of them to move. Sirius finally looked into Harry's deep green eyes, the familiar warm feeling rushing
through him.

"You look so beautiful," said Sirius softly.

Harry blushed, "...I love you...so much."

Sirius smiled broadly, "I love you too, Harry."

Harry ran his hands over Sirius' face. A simple touch was all it took for Sirius to know that Harry truly meant
what he said