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"Conversations with a Lover", Sirius/Harry, NC-17
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Title: Conversations with a Lover
Author: [personal profile] phoenixtears
Pairing: Sirius/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1,000
Warnings: Adult having sex with an underage character.
Notes: As often happens when I read something interesting, it inspires me to try it. I read a scene in a book with a couple talking through sex. So this is just Sirius and Harry talking about things while they get it on.





“Do you realize we’ve been lovers for ten weeks?”

Leave it to a fifteen year-old to live in weeks of time. Sirius unbuckled his belt. Harry’s hands moved on his chest, already bare, and began tracing his tattoos. “You realize we shouldn’t be lovers at all?”

Harry pinched him.

“Ow.” Sirius slapped Harry’s ass. It was not yet bare. Pity.

“What’s the meaning of life, Sirius?”

“Oh I’m for—older so I must know, right?”

Harry helped him off with his pants. There was a lot of jerking, and they got caught under one knee and then the other, but then they were off.

“You’ve fought battles I haven’t fought yet.”

Sirius was naked and Harry was not, and this felt strange and topsy-turvy. Harry touched his thighs like a much older person – like someone who knew how to touch a man’s thighs. Harry pushed with gentle urgency, and Sirius spread his legs.

“Are you going to answer me?” Harry asked.

“It wasn’t a question.”

“The meaning of life.”

“Isn’t that defeating Voldemort?” The question felt like a test. Sirius nudged Harry’s denim hip with his knee. He adored Harry in jeans. He adored Harry any way at all.

Harry sighed. “You’re the only person I know besides Dumbledore who will say his name. You make me feel less crazy.” Sirius ran his hands up under Harry’s shirt. He touched Harry’s stomach. Harry went on, “But I don’t think it is.”

“Crazy? No, you’re the sanest person I know.”

“The meaning of life. I don’t think that’s the meaning of my life. Not the only meaning.” Harry moved Sirius’s hands up to his own nipples. Sirius was proud to have taught him that – how to get what he wanted. He brushed his fingers over them, his thumbs, quickly, wanting to titillate. Harry inhaled, responding instantly.

“What do you think your meaning is, Harry?”

“I dunno. Sex with Sirius Black?” Harry stripped his shirt off, and Sirius could see the nipples he was touching going tart and red.

“Bollocks.”

Harry arched wantonly into his hands, and Sirius made it hurt a little. “Oh God…” Harry moaned. “Why can’t it be this?”

“*This*…isn’t just sex. And because you know it can’t.” Sirius’s cock rose all the way up and lay against his belly. He loved this position: lying on his back and Harry straddling him. He liked to tie Harry’s arms behind him with ropes and enter him that way, making him balance on his knees, impaled. But not today. And it was a bright day, the light filling the room so that they could see everything about each other. Harry moved his chest against Sirius’s hands like an animal, mindless to anything but the thrill through his body and blood.

“You should see my dick,” Harry told him.

Sirius saw how it was leaking so badly it had made a large wet spot through his jeans. “Oh I’m sure this is the meaning of your dick’s life,” he agreed.

Harry shoved his hands away, got up off the bed, and quickly undressed the rest of the way. He climbed back on and took Sirius’s cock in his hand. He rubbed it around between his asscheeks, against his anus. Harry’s cock had no curve to it; it was so innocently hard. “Do you think I’m a good wizard?”

Sirius stopped Harry’s teasing, took his hand off his cock, seized Harry by the wrists and flipped them both over. “You’re better than anyone could possibly know. Even me.”

“Do you think this is how it’s supposed to be done? Talking like this?” Harry smiled now, wiggling one hand free and reaching down between their bodies awkwardly to stroke Sirius’s cock.

“I don’t know. I never thought about it before.” Sirius hiked Harry’s legs up. He was smiling now, too. He felt free as a wild Hippogriff. He felt ready to burst from his skin.

“You mean, you haven’t talked a lot with your other lovers?” Harry gasped as Sirius slid inside suddenly.

“Definitely not. And they’ve mostly not been lovers.” Harry was blissfully tight. He touched Sirius’s neck and his shoulders, and Sirius felt like a man. He’d always felt like a criminal before, stealing something ugly in the middle of the night.

“You’re beautiful,” Harry said. “I’ve never met anybody as beautiful, Sirius.”

“You’re just trying to make me come.” But Sirius was blushing, and his throat felt raw, and he sped up to hide his emotions behind what he was doing. Harry often saw through him. Maybe that’s why he’d fallen so ungracefully into the silken depravity in which he was now impossibly mired: because no one else could see through him anymore.

“Fuck me like you don’t love me,” Harry whispered, already taking the headboard in his hands.

Sirius drove into him as hard as he could, grunting and practically feral. Harry’s eyes rolled, and it wasn’t long before Sirius felt the boy’s semen flooding between their bellies as Harry whined and pleaded softly. Even as he sat back and took Harry’s slim hips in his hands and fucked him fast and with no more words, Sirius knew he could never strip the love he felt away. He could ignore it for a few moments of time when all he could see was Harry’s hole gasping around his girth, Harry’s precious cock bouncing with the impact, the crescent-shaped indentations his own fingernails had left around the boy’s tits. And he’d come that way, hips lashing, head back, Harry whimpering. But when Sirius opened his eyes again, he’d see the person he’d die to protect, the mutable green eyes, the wisdom behind them, the greatest wizard the future would ever know. He saw his own disgrace and his own salvation below him.

Sirius pulled out of Harry’s body and lay beside him.

“I do love you,” Sirius said as the day shifted on.

“I know that, you git.”

The sun went behind a cloud and they fell asleep.