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Fic: Strawberries and Good Boys (Sirius/Harry, R/NC-17)
Title: Strawberries and Good Boys
Pairing: Sirius/Harry
Word Count: 1,709 (some "drabble" right?)
Rating: Hard R/NC-17
Warnings: Fruit!sex, a rather large difference in age between two partners, mild dirty!talk, fingering, and wanking.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Harry Potter at all! I'm just a poor college student who likes to borrow characters, play with them a bit, and give them back. The lovely Rowling still owns all the rights.
Author's Notes: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dramaphile with the prompt of Sirius/Harry, strawberries and part of my celebrating 150+ on my flist. Comments/crits appreciated!
Summary: Sirius catches Harry being a bad boy and gives him some encouragement for actually being good. Takes place during OotP, kinda.
Strawberries and Good Boys
Harry leaned over the kitchen's middle island table and snatched the topmost strawberry from the bowl. His reflexes, although trained by years on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, weren't the greatest in the world for avoiding the obstacles which littered the vast expanse of table surface and (by definition of teenagers and their levels of coordination) Harry didn't necessarily do the greatest job; honestly, Harry did a pretty lousy job avoiding the obstacles. In the process of plucking said strawberry from the bowl Harry showed his true lack of mastery over his teenage body and knocked over two cups of tea as well as upsetting the sugar bowl.
The reward of the strawberry wasn't earned at a low cost, he assured himself, and nor would it vanish in a single bite. It'd been carefully extracted - chosen, some could say, for this moment in time - and because of that it would be savoured.
"HARRY JAMES POTTER!"
Maybe savouring it wasn't in the cards, as Professor Trelawney might quip. A flush slowly creeping over his cheeks, Harry popped the fruit into his mouth as he smoothly turned on the balls of his feet, setting an angelic look about his face. Innocence sparkled out from his emerald eyes, brows lifted just so to accent to impression he was trying to convey. Did I do something wrong? was written in every line of his face, every gleam of reflected sunlight bouncing from his eyes and amplifying the air of innocence around him. The tricks which seemed to so easily fool Minerva or Filius didn't look like they were doing their job properly this time though, not if the frown on his godfather's face was any indication of their success.
"What," Sirius slowly walked across the kitchen floor towards Harry, arms crossed and looped through each other at his waist to convey his own return message to the young Gryffindor - it said I don't buy that innocent act one little bit, Harry more clearly than words alone could. "What did I say about the strawberries?" Lurking just in the back of Sirius' silvered eyes was an almost devilish delight at the uncertain way Harry was reacting, watching the boy hurriedly grab the crown of the fruit and take a bite, a thin line of sticky-sweet juice dribbling down his chin. He really hadn't said much of anything about them to Harry, but with the way Harry's eyes were widening just a fraction, he knew the boy didn't recall that detail.
"You, uh," Harry temporized, still holding the now body-less crown of the small piece of fruit in his hand, "Said that..."
"-that you weren't supposed to eat any yet," Sirius smoothly interjected, taking another step closer to his godson. "In fact," Sirius continued, his eyes fixated on the way Harry's throat bobbed when he uneasily swallowed again, "I said that you weren't supposed to eat them yourself - by yourself." He took another step towards Harry, loving the way the young Gryffindor was staying perfectly still and waiting for him to say something else. Reaching into the bowl, Sirius picked out another plump morsel, lifting it up to catch Harry's eyes and twisting the fruit between his fingers.
Harry was mesmerized by the action, Sirius chuckling softly when his eyes caught a small tent in the boy's trousers. "So let's work this out - if you want this strawberry, Harry, but you can't eat it yourself, what do you need to do?"
Licking his lips, his tongue and mouth feeling parched for no discernable reason, Harry said the first thing that came to his mind. "Have you give me what I want." Innocently spoken, but when Harry looked into Sirius' eyes, it wasn't just the fruit he was asking for. His cheeks were flushed, something humming in his blood from the moment Sirius had caught him. Already the impulsive Gryffindor once, Harry gave his godfather a sly smirk before moving to nibble the bottom of the berry with his teeth, his tongue lapping at the juices dripping down. "Give me everything I want, Sirius."
He wasn't sucking on the fruit now, Sirius slipping a finger under his chin to tilt his head up, silencing Harry's voice with his mouth. A low growl echoed in Harry's throat, Sirius trailing the sticky fruit down his chin and neck, leaving a trail of juice as he continued to hold Harry against his body before he broke the kiss, a self-assured grin on his face and a confident look in his eyes. "Hrm...everything you want? I think," Sirius nipped at Harry's throat, teeth leaving a red mark that his tongue stroked to sooth away, "Maybe - if you really are a good boy, I'll give you what you want." His hands skipped undoing the silly tie around Harry's neck or the buttons on his shirt, Sirius rubbing and massaging the outline of his stiffening cock through his trousers. When Harry groaned in surprise and jumped into his hand Sirius chuckled again, the sound sending electric shocks straight to Harry's cock. "Bet you're going to be a perfect little boy for me," Sirius crooned into his ear, roughly rubbing from the tip to the base of Harry's cock as best as he could through the clothing.
He stroked his hand faster, Harry groaning and panting quicker as he started the quick climb to an orgasm, Sirius knowing just how to make him come. He whispered against Harry's neck, tongue darting out between words to lick at the drops of juice still clinging to the boy's skin like sweat, feeling Harry's hands fist unsurely in his robes for purchase before Harry cried out, his trousers staining as Sirius kept on massaging his prick as he came. When Harry started to sag, overcome by the feelings, Sirius gently guided him backwards, whispering that Harry was being such a good boy - Harry felt the counter against his back and his eyes looked away from Sirius' face for a moment, glancing to the surroundings before his face was turned back, Sirius skillfully easing his concern with a long, deep kiss. The kiss left Harry aching again, his cock hardening in trousers which were now uncomfortable and wet but Sirius took care of that quickly enough for his tastes, almost ripping his trousers open and pulling down them and his pants until it was Sirius' warm hand tugging on his cock, using his first orgasm as lubricant.
"I told you not to eat those strawberries Harry," Sirius said almost conversationally, as if jerking his godson off in the middle of his kitchen was normal. "But I can give you what you really want because you trust me to know it, don't you? You trust me to know what to do to make you feel good, don't you?" When Harry adamantly agreed, Sirius gave him a tender kiss as a reward, loving the way Harry melted against his lips. Shifting the boy back, to his hips rolled forward and exposed more of the underside of his arse, Sirius one-handedly undid his own trousers, summoning a new strawberry into his hand and setting the old one aside. Holding it up to Harry's lips, Sirius waited for the boy to lick at it.
"Come on Harry - you'll like this, I promise you," he was coaxing but Harry responded so well to it, getting bolder as he licked to start sucking at the fruit and coating it liberally with his saliva. Before Harry bit into it, Sirius pulled the fruit from his mouth, once more capturing his lips in a long kiss he didn't let end, feeling Harry start in surprise as the slicked fruit circled around his hole. He was still tugging on Harry's cock, plundering his mouth with his tongue, and through every sensation he added the feeling of gently pushing the fruit inside his anus, coaxing it past the ring of muscles with twists and tugs. When he felt Harry relax then he let him take a breath, still working the fruit in slowly and without damaging the berry. "I want you to remember this, when you don't think about listening to me - I want you to remember this," he replaced the fruit with his finger, working it in slowly but helped along by the mixture of juices and saliva already starting to coat the boy's entrance.
"S-sirius-" Harry started to speak but Sirius sealed their mouths together again, stroking his finger in and out of the boy's virgin hole until it moved easily. When Harry wasn't trying to speak anymore, the only sounds he could form soft half-moans which sent blood pounded into Sirius' cock, Sirius started to pump his finger faster, his breath heavy. "I want you to remember this, Harry - when you're good, this is what you get. When you're good, I can give you exactly what you need - I can fill you up," he was slowly working a second finger in now, dragging his nails against the sensitive skin and letting Harry cry out in near-perfect ecstasy.
And then he stopped everything he was doing, Harry letting out a keen of disappointment and quivering under his hands. "But when you're bad, Harry...when you're bad you won't get anything." He forced Harry to stay perfectly still when he tried to squirm, waiting until Harry's emerald eyes sought out his own before he continued. "What do you want to be for me, Harry?"
Seconds dragged by before he heard the boy respond, watching Harry as he tried to think through a mind-numbing fog of desire and lust. "I'll b-be good, p-promise," he offered softly, Sirius letting Harry know that was the right answer by slowly starting to move his hand which had been fisting Harry's cock, keeping his fingers just inside the boy's anus and mirroring the way he was sliding his hand up and down his cock by pulling and pushing them in and out of the stretching skin. Easing a second orgasm from Harry's body, holding the Gryffindor up as he gently pulled his fingers from his arse and whispered a cleaning spell under his breath, Sirius gave him another kiss. "See that you do, hrm? I like when you're my good little boy."
Pairing: Sirius/Harry
Word Count: 1,709 (some "drabble" right?)
Rating: Hard R/NC-17
Warnings: Fruit!sex, a rather large difference in age between two partners, mild dirty!talk, fingering, and wanking.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Harry Potter at all! I'm just a poor college student who likes to borrow characters, play with them a bit, and give them back. The lovely Rowling still owns all the rights.
Author's Notes: Written for
dramaphile with the prompt of Sirius/Harry, strawberries and part of my celebrating 150+ on my flist. Comments/crits appreciated!Summary: Sirius catches Harry being a bad boy and gives him some encouragement for actually being good. Takes place during OotP, kinda.
Strawberries and Good Boys
Harry leaned over the kitchen's middle island table and snatched the topmost strawberry from the bowl. His reflexes, although trained by years on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, weren't the greatest in the world for avoiding the obstacles which littered the vast expanse of table surface and (by definition of teenagers and their levels of coordination) Harry didn't necessarily do the greatest job; honestly, Harry did a pretty lousy job avoiding the obstacles. In the process of plucking said strawberry from the bowl Harry showed his true lack of mastery over his teenage body and knocked over two cups of tea as well as upsetting the sugar bowl.
The reward of the strawberry wasn't earned at a low cost, he assured himself, and nor would it vanish in a single bite. It'd been carefully extracted - chosen, some could say, for this moment in time - and because of that it would be savoured.
"HARRY JAMES POTTER!"
Maybe savouring it wasn't in the cards, as Professor Trelawney might quip. A flush slowly creeping over his cheeks, Harry popped the fruit into his mouth as he smoothly turned on the balls of his feet, setting an angelic look about his face. Innocence sparkled out from his emerald eyes, brows lifted just so to accent to impression he was trying to convey. Did I do something wrong? was written in every line of his face, every gleam of reflected sunlight bouncing from his eyes and amplifying the air of innocence around him. The tricks which seemed to so easily fool Minerva or Filius didn't look like they were doing their job properly this time though, not if the frown on his godfather's face was any indication of their success.
"What," Sirius slowly walked across the kitchen floor towards Harry, arms crossed and looped through each other at his waist to convey his own return message to the young Gryffindor - it said I don't buy that innocent act one little bit, Harry more clearly than words alone could. "What did I say about the strawberries?" Lurking just in the back of Sirius' silvered eyes was an almost devilish delight at the uncertain way Harry was reacting, watching the boy hurriedly grab the crown of the fruit and take a bite, a thin line of sticky-sweet juice dribbling down his chin. He really hadn't said much of anything about them to Harry, but with the way Harry's eyes were widening just a fraction, he knew the boy didn't recall that detail.
"You, uh," Harry temporized, still holding the now body-less crown of the small piece of fruit in his hand, "Said that..."
"-that you weren't supposed to eat any yet," Sirius smoothly interjected, taking another step closer to his godson. "In fact," Sirius continued, his eyes fixated on the way Harry's throat bobbed when he uneasily swallowed again, "I said that you weren't supposed to eat them yourself - by yourself." He took another step towards Harry, loving the way the young Gryffindor was staying perfectly still and waiting for him to say something else. Reaching into the bowl, Sirius picked out another plump morsel, lifting it up to catch Harry's eyes and twisting the fruit between his fingers.
Harry was mesmerized by the action, Sirius chuckling softly when his eyes caught a small tent in the boy's trousers. "So let's work this out - if you want this strawberry, Harry, but you can't eat it yourself, what do you need to do?"
Licking his lips, his tongue and mouth feeling parched for no discernable reason, Harry said the first thing that came to his mind. "Have you give me what I want." Innocently spoken, but when Harry looked into Sirius' eyes, it wasn't just the fruit he was asking for. His cheeks were flushed, something humming in his blood from the moment Sirius had caught him. Already the impulsive Gryffindor once, Harry gave his godfather a sly smirk before moving to nibble the bottom of the berry with his teeth, his tongue lapping at the juices dripping down. "Give me everything I want, Sirius."
He wasn't sucking on the fruit now, Sirius slipping a finger under his chin to tilt his head up, silencing Harry's voice with his mouth. A low growl echoed in Harry's throat, Sirius trailing the sticky fruit down his chin and neck, leaving a trail of juice as he continued to hold Harry against his body before he broke the kiss, a self-assured grin on his face and a confident look in his eyes. "Hrm...everything you want? I think," Sirius nipped at Harry's throat, teeth leaving a red mark that his tongue stroked to sooth away, "Maybe - if you really are a good boy, I'll give you what you want." His hands skipped undoing the silly tie around Harry's neck or the buttons on his shirt, Sirius rubbing and massaging the outline of his stiffening cock through his trousers. When Harry groaned in surprise and jumped into his hand Sirius chuckled again, the sound sending electric shocks straight to Harry's cock. "Bet you're going to be a perfect little boy for me," Sirius crooned into his ear, roughly rubbing from the tip to the base of Harry's cock as best as he could through the clothing.
He stroked his hand faster, Harry groaning and panting quicker as he started the quick climb to an orgasm, Sirius knowing just how to make him come. He whispered against Harry's neck, tongue darting out between words to lick at the drops of juice still clinging to the boy's skin like sweat, feeling Harry's hands fist unsurely in his robes for purchase before Harry cried out, his trousers staining as Sirius kept on massaging his prick as he came. When Harry started to sag, overcome by the feelings, Sirius gently guided him backwards, whispering that Harry was being such a good boy - Harry felt the counter against his back and his eyes looked away from Sirius' face for a moment, glancing to the surroundings before his face was turned back, Sirius skillfully easing his concern with a long, deep kiss. The kiss left Harry aching again, his cock hardening in trousers which were now uncomfortable and wet but Sirius took care of that quickly enough for his tastes, almost ripping his trousers open and pulling down them and his pants until it was Sirius' warm hand tugging on his cock, using his first orgasm as lubricant.
"I told you not to eat those strawberries Harry," Sirius said almost conversationally, as if jerking his godson off in the middle of his kitchen was normal. "But I can give you what you really want because you trust me to know it, don't you? You trust me to know what to do to make you feel good, don't you?" When Harry adamantly agreed, Sirius gave him a tender kiss as a reward, loving the way Harry melted against his lips. Shifting the boy back, to his hips rolled forward and exposed more of the underside of his arse, Sirius one-handedly undid his own trousers, summoning a new strawberry into his hand and setting the old one aside. Holding it up to Harry's lips, Sirius waited for the boy to lick at it.
"Come on Harry - you'll like this, I promise you," he was coaxing but Harry responded so well to it, getting bolder as he licked to start sucking at the fruit and coating it liberally with his saliva. Before Harry bit into it, Sirius pulled the fruit from his mouth, once more capturing his lips in a long kiss he didn't let end, feeling Harry start in surprise as the slicked fruit circled around his hole. He was still tugging on Harry's cock, plundering his mouth with his tongue, and through every sensation he added the feeling of gently pushing the fruit inside his anus, coaxing it past the ring of muscles with twists and tugs. When he felt Harry relax then he let him take a breath, still working the fruit in slowly and without damaging the berry. "I want you to remember this, when you don't think about listening to me - I want you to remember this," he replaced the fruit with his finger, working it in slowly but helped along by the mixture of juices and saliva already starting to coat the boy's entrance.
"S-sirius-" Harry started to speak but Sirius sealed their mouths together again, stroking his finger in and out of the boy's virgin hole until it moved easily. When Harry wasn't trying to speak anymore, the only sounds he could form soft half-moans which sent blood pounded into Sirius' cock, Sirius started to pump his finger faster, his breath heavy. "I want you to remember this, Harry - when you're good, this is what you get. When you're good, I can give you exactly what you need - I can fill you up," he was slowly working a second finger in now, dragging his nails against the sensitive skin and letting Harry cry out in near-perfect ecstasy.
And then he stopped everything he was doing, Harry letting out a keen of disappointment and quivering under his hands. "But when you're bad, Harry...when you're bad you won't get anything." He forced Harry to stay perfectly still when he tried to squirm, waiting until Harry's emerald eyes sought out his own before he continued. "What do you want to be for me, Harry?"
Seconds dragged by before he heard the boy respond, watching Harry as he tried to think through a mind-numbing fog of desire and lust. "I'll b-be good, p-promise," he offered softly, Sirius letting Harry know that was the right answer by slowly starting to move his hand which had been fisting Harry's cock, keeping his fingers just inside the boy's anus and mirroring the way he was sliding his hand up and down his cock by pulling and pushing them in and out of the stretching skin. Easing a second orgasm from Harry's body, holding the Gryffindor up as he gently pulled his fingers from his arse and whispered a cleaning spell under his breath, Sirius gave him another kiss. "See that you do, hrm? I like when you're my good little boy."
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Fruit!sex and fingering and Sirius being all lush and dommy!! *pants*
*needs a cold shower rather badly*
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:D How about I help you shower off, hrm? *innocent grin*
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*flails*
BALLS! *wibbles*
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I've never seen it pulled off in a Severitus fic, actually, but I have seen a lot of Severitus fics. :3
*snurgs* I hope that means you liked the fic. :3
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hmmm, I've never seen it either, but the idea just nailed me a moment ago, cause you always see Sirius daddy in Harry/Sev but never Sevvie daddy in Sirius/Harry...
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Fruit!Sex.. awesome!!
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<3 Thanks so much!
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:D On the other hand, yay that you liked it! <333 (no passing out)
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That was awfully nice. <3
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*snuggles* :3 Thanks! But what the hell do I do that makes people want to take a shower?!
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(Anonymous) 2005-10-08 03:21 am (UTC)(link)Such a good boy...
oh..my.....
*shivers*
*beg* ...what about me? I've been good...
Re: Such a good boy...
*hand thoughtfully under her chin* Have you been good? I'm sure something could be arranged if you really, really have...
Re: Such a good boy...
Yes Mummy!
I've been a very good girl!
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I'm sooooooo glad my roommate's already asleep. *headkeyboard*
On another note:
I saw your default userpic on someone else's LJ, thought it was wicked cool, followed it to your LJ, saw you lived near me, decided to friend you, then found ficage. *bright smile* So thank you. I like ficage. XD
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<< Well, one puddle of goo versus needing a shower is a small price, I think... *contemplates* I could pour you into a mould...?
*beams* Thank you! (and by live near, what exactly do you mean? >> Because if you might know who I am, there are perks) *going to definately make sure she friends back*
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Feel free. I think I have a mould of a strawberry around here somewhere, actually... XD
DC. I'm from Alexandria.(Though, currently, I'm away at college... *pouts*)
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*pours into mould* Pile of strawberries coming right up...
0o *hides* A short hop from me, yes indeedy you were. (*pets* And I'm both at college *and* work right now so go figure! :D)
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^.^
Aw, piff. I'm tempted to come hunt you down when I get back over Thanksgiving break now. I never happen to live near anyone I meet over LJ. Except once, but we fell out of contact before we could meet up...
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TALKING DOWN
AND CONTROL
AND FOOOOOOOD
I HAVE A FOOD THING, MY NAME IS GALA APPLES AND I HAVE A FOOD THING, YOU HAVE A STAWBERRY DIDLO!
you win.
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You gave me a prompt and pairing, ne?
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Mmm dominant Sirius is so hot...may I friend you?? =D
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:D Go right ahead! I never complain about being friended!