34. NO MORE WAITING
Sirius apparated the both of them directly into the living room of their new house and in the split second that it took their bodies to disappear and rematerialise in another place, Sirius' arms wound tighter around Harry's slender waist and his mouth found that of the other creature. His hands feverishly tugged on Harry's clothes, finally getting to touch bare skin and caressing up and down his spine, while pressing his own body against Harry's, slowly backing him into the new sofa. Harry pressed against him, trying to get even closer by tugging on Sirius' collar.
Subconsciously Sirius was aware that he hadn't planned this and that, even though he had taken the initiative, it was Harry sending him signals that made him act on his feelings.
"What happened to waiting? What happened to my one week?" the veela murmured breathlessly, lying half on top of Harry, barely supporting his weight with one arm so that the smaller wizard wasn't crushed.
"I got bored. Please, Siri, I don't want to wait anymore. That one week would kill me." Harry panted, arching into him. "I want you. Please, please, don't insist on your one week."
"Are you sure?" Sirius gasped out between kisses. "I don't mind waiting."
"Liar!" Harry replied. "Feels right." He then took Sirius' face between his small hands, looking deep into his eyes. "I want to have sex with you, Sirius, now."
"Yes."
They toppled from the sofa onto the floor and Harry's throat escaped a low grunt when his back hit the carpet hard, Sirius' weight pining him down and making the air in his lungs leave in one rush.
"Sorry." Sirius lifted himself up immediately, looking down at Harry with concern in his eyes. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah." Harry gave him a wry smile. "But this floor really isn't as comfortable as it looked at first glance."
Sirius chuckled in relief and pressed a kiss to Harry's lips before helping him up. "Are you interested in seeing the bedroom then? Or would you like a tour of the whole house?"
"Just the bedroom will do." Harry grinned up at him. "And you really must introduce me to that nice little chap that has been watching us since we came here. Who might you be, hm?"
He expectantly held out his hand to the small, fluffy Old English sheepdog puppy, which yapped enthusiastically and began licking Harry's hand.
"Oh, that's Jasper," Sirius also started to pat the puppy, which only had one grey ear and a grey front paw and was other than that white. "And somewhere here... Oh, there he is, come here, Butterscotch."
He clapped his hands and a dark golden retriever puppy cautiously appeared from behind an armchair, approaching them, whining softly.
"Don't be afraid, shh, my, look at how soft your fur is," Harry cooed, scratching the dog behind her ear. "No need to be shy, Butterscotch. Butterscotch? You named her Butterscotch?"
"It's a he and yes, I did," Sirius declared defiantly. "It fits him."
"Erm, Sirius, not to destroy your illusions, but Butterscotch is definitely female," Harry stated.
"What? But they said he, she, whatever was male," Sirius protested, scrutinising the dark golden puppy. "Are you sure?"
"Yes." Harry looked up nervously. "You won't give her away again, will you?"
"Of course not, don't worry," Sirius returned, wrapping Harry in his arms. "I guess eventually we'll just have to deal with some more puppies... Do you like them, beautiful?"
"Yes." Harry nodded vigorously. "Thank you so much, Siri."
"Anything to make you happy and, to be honest, I just love to see you handling animals. These two can protect you if I'm not there, not that it will happen often," the Animagus declared, kissing Harry's forehead, who blushed lightly. "The house also has stables, but Remus convinced me to wait before getting any more animals."
"Can we get horses?" Harry asked in excitement. "And a donkey? And maybe even unicorns?"
"Sure." Sirius laughed. "You can have everything you want. You shan't miss a thing."
"The only thing I'd really miss would be you. You are everything I need. You don't have to spoil me."
"I know, I just love to do so and see you smile at me like this, with sparkling eyes and blushing cheeks." Sirius rubbed a thumb over Harry's cheek, cupping his face. "This is as much for you as it is for me. I just want to make sure that I can make you happy, as happy as you make me."
"Do you think this will work out?" Harry asked timidly.
"I promise you. Believe me." Sirius smiled down at him, and Harry happily obeyed.
"Okay. Thank you, for Jasper and Butterscotch, I mean."
He turned back to patting the two dogs, rubbing their bellies, scratching behind their ears and letting them lick his hands. Sirius watched them for a while until he began to get bored and envious of all the attention the two puppies were getting. Sure, they were cute and adorable, but so was he, and he was also gorgeous, funny, intelligent and very horny. Yes, definitely horny and he had absolutely no understanding for how Harry could go from happily being ravished to not at all affected by his charm. He still felt that desperate longing that pulled him towards Harry and he was pretty sure that Harry was still sending out the same signals; the signals that made him want to rip the clothes from his delicate body and mark him as his own with kisses and... more. He wanted more. He didn't want to wait any longer, not if Harry didn't want to.
But since Harry didn't pay any attention to him, he decided to seize the opportunity and add at least a little romance to their bedroom in case Harry would still want to take their relationship to the next level. Would roses be too tacky? Maybe candles? Should he already turn down the covers or would that put too much pressure on Harry? After arranging and rearranging, decorating and redecorating, he was finally satisfied with the result of his work and went back downstairs where Harry was still cuddling the two dogs.
"Do I have to transform into Padfoot to get a bit of attention?" he growled, and Harry's head snapped up, his eyes widening marginally.
"I'm sorry. What do you want me to do?"
Sirius felt like kicking himself, but instead he chose to slowly put his arms around the small elf, careful not to startle him.
"Still unsure, are you?" he asked softly. "Still afraid that I might get angry at you if you make a wrong move."
"Not afraid," Harry mumbled back. "Just a bit wary, I guess. I don't want to do something stupid and lose you."
"Oh, okay, wary then." Sirius chuckled, and Harry sent him a meek glare.
"What exactly do you find so amusing now?" Harry grumbled. "I thought you were jealous, okay? And the last time you were jealous you beat up Lucius."
"Yeah." Sirius smirked, cracking his knuckles. "I'll have to do that again soon if he doesn't keep out of our business and continues hovering around you."
"You're joking, right?" Harry asked hopefully.
"Mostly," Sirius replied, pulling Harry against his chest. "I really don't like it when others are looking at you. I'm the only one who's allowed to do that."
Harry was still debating whether he should be offended when the older man lovingly kissed his neck. "Don't be angry with me, love. Take it as a compliment. Am I not allowed to be a bit possessive of you?"
"Of course you are, but please don't beat anyone up over me? Please?" Harry begged. "I don't want to be married to a mindless brute and I hope that you trust me. Don't you?"
"Of course I do," Sirius assured him, smiling cheekily. "I just don't trust them."
Harry rolled his eyes, but relaxed into the taller wizard, looking around the living room for the first time.
"Do you like it?"
The smaller creature just nodded too taken away by what he saw to find words to describe it. His eyes swept over to the little picture gallery on the mantelpiece. There were photos of the Golden Trio, the Marauders, Harry's parents, Sirius and Harry, Harry's grandparents, and even one picture, half-hidden in the shadows, of Severus, Narcissa and Lucius.
"Over there is also..." Sirius gently turned Harry around towards a portrait painting that hang over the desk.
"Is that...?" Harry whispered, hastily stepping towards the painting.
"In the flesh... or at least in colour." The person in the painting grinned at him. "Howdy, son!"
"Dad?" Harry asked hopefully, staring at the teenage version of his father, who looked exactly like the young man he had met in the past. "How...?"
"Your grandparents wanted to have something to remember their son by even after he moved out," Sirius explained. "Remus and I found him in one of the rooms."
"And ruined my teint with your rough dedusting methods, I might add," James groused. "Is this how you treat an old friend, Paddy? I'm disappointed, really disappointed."
"Oh, shut up. Be grateful the painter didn't go into details about your pimples," Sirius muttered.
"How dare you! I have no pimples!" James exclaimed, but a light blush appeared on his cheeks. "That was an allergic reaction!"
"Uhu," Sirius said with an arched eyebrow. "Let's close this discussion. Any words of wisdom to your beautiful son?"
Harry could see James' chest almost swell with pride and his eyes gleamed with love. "He's right, you know? You're a real looker, all Lily's. Though, you should really close your mouth if you don't plan on using it. Swallowing a doxy is no fun, let me tell you."
"Prongs!" Sirius hissed in warning, pulling Harry into his side. "Wasn't there something you wanted to tell Harry?"
"Alright, alright. Geez, after almost two decades alone in a dusty, empty room with only the company of spiders and mice, which were quite taken with me even in painting form, let me tell you, is it too much to ask for a bit of patience?" He made a shushing gesture towards Sirius when he opened his mouth. "And I see that at least my son shows the proper understanding for my situation. Sirius, you can go over and sulk in that corner while I talk with Harry."
Sirius glared at him, sending James a look that quite clearly stated that he would hang his painting in the cellar if he didn't behave, but then turned to sit on the couch.
"No need to look so scared, little man." James' voice was suddenly several notches deeper, earnest and with a fondness that Harry was hard pressed not to call love. "Ever since Sirius told me that he and Remus were renovating for you and that I would see you soon, I've been thinking about what to tell you, how to make you understand how very sorry I am to have left you and how much I love you, how much I wished I could pull you into my arms and never let you go, but... I only managed to frustrate myself, I'm quite sure I even crinkled the canvas over my forehead, so here I am rambling and ruining our first father-and-son-moment and wishing Lily were here because she's so much better with words and... By the way, now would be the perfect opportunity for you to interrupt me and tell me that I'm doing fine."
He cocked his head hopefully at Harry, who returned his gaze with a shy, hesitant smile. "You're doing fine, Dad. I love you."
James beamed at him. "I love you, too, little man, and Lily does as well. You were and always will be the apple of our eyes and we're incredibly proud of you."
"And... Are you okay with my relationship with Sirius?" Harry asked carefully, still basking in the warm glow of James' words.
"Yes, Harry. I only have to look at you two - and I never want to catch you in a compromising position - to see how happy he can make you and that's the only thing that counts for me," James replied. "I've always trusted Sirius with my life and now, I guess, I will have to trust him with your life as well, though I'd much rather look out for you myself. But I'm glad that you found each other and I know he will be good to you."
"Thank you," Harry answered; his voice a little husky with emotion.
"Aww, you're welcome, little man." James grinned at him, raising his hand, to rest it against the canvas. "I wish I could hug you."
"Yeah," Harry whispered, gently touching his hand to his father's, feeling the cool canvas under his palm but not when James crooked his fingers slightly.
James cleared his throat before pulling his hand back and resting it against his chest. "Well, it's not to be, but feel free to come back any time you need my parental advice and now: Sirius!" he hollered. "We seriously need to have a serious conversation, get you arse back over here."
"That urgent, huh?" Sirius asked, but got up, taking position next to Harry again. "What is it?"
"Little man, why don't you entertain those two pups?" James suggested. "And get them to stop gnawing on the furniture, will you? Jasper looks at me as if I'm his next juicy bone."
Harry exchanged a quick look with Sirius, who gave him an encouraging nod and then turned back to the painting while Harry walked over to the large panoramic window, in front of which the two little dogs were playing.
"Well?" James asked, crossing his arms over his chest and staring down at his best friend. "What do you have to say in your defence?"
"My de- Don't you approve?" Sirius asked in shock.
"If I approve? If I bloody well approve?" James spat. "How could I possibly approve, do tell me that, Sirius!"
"I, uh,..."
"Lily and I were happily married, yes? We were madly in love with each other, soulmates in every sense of the word and even died together to protect our baby son, yes?"
"Yes, but Jamie - "
"If you know all that, then what, pray tell, were you thinking putting Lily's photo all the way at the other end of the room where I can see her, but not visit or talk to her?!"
"I... That's what this is all about?" Sirius laughed in relief, running a hand through his hair.
"Of course, what did you think? That I don't approve of you being in a relationship with my son?" James rolled his eyes. "Honestly, if I was against your love, would that stop you?"
"No, of course not, but - "
"Would it stop Harry?"
"I..." Sirius shook his head to get rid of the tiny voice that had dared to doubt Harry. "No, but it would make him sad."
"Then, I guess, I never had a chance, had I?" James arched an eyebrow and tapped his fingers against the picture frame. "As if I would want to be responsible for my son not being deliriously happy. I might have to revoke your godfathership and give it to Remus, but other than that... Besides, it could be worse."
"How so?" Sirius asked curiously before shaking his head and joining in with James' answer, "It could be Snape."
They shuddered demonstratively and then burst into laughter, grinning at each other like fools.
Finally, when they had regained their breath, James demanded, "So what about Lily's photo now?"
"You know that she won't be able to talk," Sirius cautioned.
James waggled his eyebrows. "Who plans on talking?"
Sirius snorted, but summoned one of the photographs that showed a studying Lily, surrounded by books, papers, quills and ink wells. Soft sunlight was filtering through a window, catching on the dust of old books and alighting her fiery hair. When Sirius moved the photograph and enlarged it, she looked up with a light scowl, stabilising a couple of books before they could tumble to the floor.
"Right next to me, that's good, and you know the Picture-Linking Spell? Perfect!" James watched Sirius avidly as the veela hung the picture next to James' painting and then murmured a spell that would allow the two occupants to travel between their frames. "Lily-flower!"
Lily turned her head to the side, annoyed frown firmly fixed in place and her mouth forming words that could not be heard. James walked into her picture, blowing her a noisy kiss before pulling her up and smack against his chest.
Sirius could feel Harry's slender form pressing against his back and he reached behind him to interweave his fingers with Harry's. "Mum?"
The two figures in the picture separated, Lily's slightly flushed face split into a grin before she began urgently writing on a piece of paper and then held it out to James, who dutifully read it.
"She wants me to tell you that she loves you, too, little man," James translated, and Lily poked him in the ribs. "And that she'll find a way to get Sirius' mother in here if he hurts you, and that will only be the beginning of her revenge."
He turned towards Lily, who nodded in satisfaction, and Harry had the impression that her hand had slipped behind James to squeeze his buttock by the way James jumped slightly. He quickly changed the direction of his thoughts.
"Well, then, lots of catching up to do, you know? So maybe come back tomorrow... in the afternoon," James said resolutely before dragging Lily with him behind a bookshelves, disappearing from view.
Harry stared after them with longing before pressing closer to Sirius. "Thank you, this means the world to me."
"I'm sorry, but we couldn't find a portrait of your mother," the taller man murmured, turning so that he was facing Harry once more. "She never really liked having her picture taken and I don't think she ever trusted speaking portraits."
"It's good like this. I'll be able to speak with Dad and Mum, with his help. It's more than I ever thought I would have," Harry admitted, lifting up to brush a kiss over Sirius' cheek. "And I believe James had the right idea: We do need to catch up as well."
Sirius groaned as Harry's breath ghosted over his skin, and he tightened his grip on Harry's waist, scooping him up in his arms.
"I believe you wanted to see the bedroom. Are you still up for it?"
Harry nodded with a timid grin, and Sirius felt his chest swell with happiness as he took the stairs two steps at a time, finally pushing the door to their bedroom open and gently depositing Harry on the bed that stretched from one side of the room to the other and was on something like a stage so that you had to take two steps up to reach it. To his dismay Harry started to giggle as soon as Sirius turned on the light and gave Harry a good view of the room.
"You don't like it?" he asked cautiously; he had been so proud of this room as he had mostly done it on his own without Remus help, who had merely firmly suggested that he not use more than three different colours.
The walls and the ceiling were now covered with wood panels as he had remembered that Harry was a creature of the forest and would most likely feel safer in such an environment. In consideration of that fact, he had also overcome his dislike for Slytherin colours and had chosen a forest green carpet for the part of the floor that wasn't hidden by the bed, which, in his opinion at least, was a masterpiece in itself. It had soft blue and grey covers that had reminded him of the sky and a light blue curtain (so light in fact that it almost looked white) with which you could separate the bed part from the rest of the room and which now hung loosely at the sides, not quite brushing over the carpet. Matching curtains decorated the windows and two dark wood commodes stood left and right of the walk-in closet.
He had also added a bookshelf and found a rocking chair that had been in the Potter family for many generations. To crown it all, he had bought a tree-like plant that according to Remus had a very long and complicated Latin name, which he hadn't bothered to keep in mind and which had found its place in a corner next to the window. He was still rather skeptical how long it would survive their care or lack thereof.
Finally, he had lit several candles, turned on soft music and had made sure that everything they would need was laid out ready at hand. It might not have been the most elaborate or original decorations, he could admit that, but still, he liked the room and he had no idea, why Harry had to break out laughing now.
"I do, it's great... just the bed." Harry started giggling again, curling up into a small ball.
"What's with the bed?" Sirius asked, slightly impatient.
"Do you plan to have a pyjama party?" Harry smirked. "Invent new Olympic disciplines? Arrange for an orgy or play hide and seek?"
"Oh." Sirius was glad that his newly reacquired tan hid most of his blush. "I just thought it would be good for pillow fights... Honestly, I wasn't thinking about orgies or anything, I just wanted it to be cosy and comfortable..."
Harry started giggling once more and buried his head in one of the blue pillows, until he was gasping for breath almost making Sirius worry. But all in all, he rather hoped that this would finally stop Harry's laughter and so he only half-heartedly rubbed circles between Harry's shoulder blades.
"You know, it's not me here with a dirty mind," he finally offered. "Though, now that you mention it, I think the bed would be perfect for sex marathons..."
BEGINNING OF LEMON (though, you can probably read a little further before it gets really naughty *grins*. But if you don't want to read it, I thought it would be nicer to break before they get started. )
Harry blushed brightly and finally stopped laughing, making Sirius grin triumphantly as he pulled him closer and began to fiddle with Harry's pullover. He could feel Harry's wary anticipation and for a moment he wondered if Harry was really ready for that step, if maybe they should wait a bit longer, at least that one week, but then he decided to continue until Harry told him to stop or until he started to panic, which he hoped he would be able to prevent by going slowly.
Carefully he lowered Harry onto the bed, until he lay flat on his back and then trailed feather-light kisses along Harry's throat and neck and down to his collarbone until Harry's pullover hindered his further progress. The older man looked up, finding Harry's eyes half closed, obviously relaxed and enjoying himself, and so he thought it safe to slide his hands under the dark green pullover, slowly pushing it up and finally pulling it over Harry's head, so that his black hair became even more tousled.
"Until now, I thought you had experience in such things," Harry mocked him, futily trying to pacify his electrified hair again. "You were almost romantic."
"Shut up, cheeky." Sirius growled playfully, pouncing once again. "That was only collateral damage, doesn't kill the romance at all."
Harry giggled as the veela teasingly blew air into his ear before nibbling on his earlobe, while Sirius' hands already had taken up the exploration of the newly revealed chest, caressing, stroking. Soon after, his fingertips were followed by his lips and Harry's eyes fluttered closed again as his own small, pale hands wandered into Sirius' hair.
Sirius smirked to himself - he was still an exceptional lover - before he started to alternate between scraping his teeth over Harry's sensitive skin and licking it soothingly. A shudder ran over Harry's form and a low groan escaped his throat, turning into a yelp as Sirius suddenly attacked Harry's right nipple with his lips and teeth.
The Animagus was still suckling lightly on the hardening nub while he used Harry's momentary preoccupation to get rid of his jeans, pushing them down his slender legs and over his feet, throwing them off the bed onto the deep green carpet.
"Sirius..." Harry's voice ended in a sigh. "Siri..."
"Do you want me to stop, love?" the Sirius asked, and the other wizard wildly shook his head.
"More please..." Sirius readily complied, rolling Harry's white socks over his small feet and slipping off his own shoes and socks, before he started kissing his way up Harry's thighs, until he reached the part that was still hidden by his boxer-shorts. He promptly pulled them down, making Harry blush all over.
"Nothing to be ashamed of, Harry," Sirius murmured and brushed kisses over the sharp hipbones. "You are more than beautiful. Now, lean back, relax and stop me if you get uncomfortable. Can I do something for you?"
"May I see you?" Harry asked timidly.
Sirius nodded, extracting his wand from his pocket and waved it, making all of his clothes disappear. Harry blushed even brighter and Sirius chuckled, once again caressing Harry's body with his lips and intentionally rubbing his own body against him, glad that, after a few moments of shock, Harry arched up to meet him.
The elf's breath came in irregular pants and small mewing sounds (that might have been pleas) filled the air, only arousing the grey-eyed man more, who swallowed his own moans by suckling on Harry's erection with abandon.
"Siri... I'm going..." Harry brought out before the rest of his words were swept away by his orgasm, and he shuddered and trembled, before finally sagging into the pillows. "Sorry..."
"Don't be..." Sirius replied softly and brushed a kiss over Harry's lips before slowly prying Harry's legs apart and easing a single, lube-coated finger past the relaxed ring of muscles. "Shh, calm. Does it hurt?"
"No..." Harry stuttered, keeping absolutely still, and Sirius could feel him tense up around him.
He carefully pulled out again, making sure to not hurt Harry, but at least he had taken enough lubricant to make it easy.
"Hey, look at me, please, Harry?" Sirius coaxed gently, cupping the pale face, and distraught emerald green eyes locked onto his. "I wanted you to be as relaxed as possible, that's why I did it now. I'm sorry if I went too far. Do you want us to stop?"
"I..." Harry swallowed. "I don't know. I'm nervous."
"Okay, Harry. I'll tell you your options and then you can decide: a.) I'll make sure that I didn't hurt you and then I will take you in my arms and we can just talk and cuddle. Or b.) I'll try to distract you and help you to relax and once you want to try it, I will stretch you very carefully and if you feel up to it, I'll make love to you. It's your choice, Harry, there's no wrong answer. Just tell me what you want."
"Would you be disappointed if I chose a.)?" Harry asked anxiously, sitting up and pulling his knees up to his chest.
"Maybe a little," Sirius confessed with a wry smile, putting his arms around Harry's slender shoulders. "But I would be really disappointed if you allowed me to continue even though you aren't ready. I love you."
"I love you, too." Harry sighed contentedly, leaning against his veela. "I think I want to try it."
"Thank you, Harry. I won't make you regret it," Sirius promised with an exuberant smile. "Close your eyes, we'll play a little game."
"Why?" Harry asked back, but obediently shut his eyes.
"To distract you," Sirius murmured back, before shifting out from under Harry and gently pressing him down on the bed again. "What am I drawing? If you get it right three times, you'll get a present."
Harry expected fingers to draw something on his chest, but instead Sirius' tongue sneaked out and began to lick a wet, slightly curved line from the black curls of Harry's pubic hair up to his navel and then kissed a ring around it, before he added two more licks that diagonally moved from the foot of the line he had first drawn, meeting under Harry's first rib.
He repeated those drawings, until Harry finally whispered an unsure "A flower?"
"Yes, two more." Sirius smirked, giving Harry a kiss on the lips as a reward, before he started to lick the contours of a heart around Harry's belly button.
That one was easier for Harry to guess, but he still enjoyed the gentle strokes for a bit longer before he gave his answer. He shifted impatiently until Sirius finally, or so it seemed, started to litter kisses over his stomach once again. He was so caught up in the sensation that he could hardly concentrate on what it was that Sirius was trying to paint on his skin. He could only mewl helplessly.
"Well, what's the answer?" Sirius asked after a while. "It's not that difficult."
Harry made a valiant attempt to concentrate once more, but it only seemed to intensify the touches, making them almost unbearably sweet and arousing.
"An apple?" he eventually gasped out, arching up and fisting his hands in the blue sheets.
"Nope, sorry, it was a smiley." Sirius grinned at him. "I guess that mens no present for you... And instead a present for me. You."
NOW you should really stop reading if that's not your kind of thing...
Harry pouted, but soon gave up on it when he found out what exactly Sirius had in mind. Strong, calloused hands slid over soft skin, once again wandering up the slender thighs, until they reached the pink ring of muscles and began to massage slightly cool gel into the creased skin. All the while, Sirius warily observed Harry's mimic for signs of distress or fear, but this time Harry returned the look with complete and utter trust that made Sirius' breath catch in his throat.
He carefully turned Harry on his side, spooning around him, but arranging Harry's left leg so that that tantalising hole still lay open to him and began to work his index finger in with painstaking slowness, while worshipping the nape of Harry's neck with kisses.
Suddenly Harry's body jerked, a strangled cry escaping his lips. "Merlin... what was that?"
"Oh, you mean this?" Sirius asked innocently, once again crooking his finger in the same way and brushing over Harry's prostate. "I have no idea... Should I do it again?"
"Yes," Harry wailed, trying to press closer. "Yes, please, Siri..."
Sirius obediently rubbed over the gland once again and then used Harry's distraction to add another finger, pumping them in and out in quick succession and hitting Harry's prostate with every inward thrust. A sheen of sweat glistened on Harry's chest and back and he instinctively arched and pushed into Sirius, his heavy panting from time to time interrupted by low wails, yelps and cries of pleasure.
Sirius himself was moaning and his breathing had become erratic as he fought to keep in control, though he felt it slipping out of his hands as he watched Harry's strangely concentrated face. Restraining himself one final time, he pushed a third finger into Harry, meeting more resistance than he had expected and berating himself for not using more lube. He nervously watched for Harry's reaction, who had stilled momentarily, panting hard so that Sirius wasn't sure if perhaps he was hyperventilating. Abruptly Harry pushed back into him, mewling like a little cat. Sirius released his breath and took this as his cue to continue preparing his small love.
A disappointed groan commented Sirius' sudden withdrawal, but Harry had barely the time to wonder what was happening, before Sirius entered him with one smooth trust, not moving for a small eternity before he withdrew until only the tip of his erection was still enclosed by Harry's hot walls. He then gently pushed in again, setting a steady, slow, but deep rhythm. Each of his thrusts was rewarded by Harry with sighs and yelps, with answering pushes back into him, with fluttering eyelids and beads of sweat, all of which gave Harry a completely debauched look.
"Come for me," his own voice sounded raspy as he whispered the command into Harry's ear.
He climaxed at the same moment, buried deep within his small soulmate, as Harry's walls began to ripple around him, milky white strings of cum shooting over his hands, Harry's stomach, chest and thighs and the bedspread. He carefully pulled out of his young lover, quickly checking that he had not torn the soft skin before he summoned a towel from the bathroom.
END OF LEMON
Harry lay limp in his arms and didn't open his eyes while Sirius was cleaning them, but when the veela was finished and moved them both under the covers, Harry's inky black wings pushed through his skin and spread over both of them, like they had done in the past when they had shared a bed. The Animagus chuckled and put his arms around the precious burden that had elected his chest as his pillow.
"Are you okay?" Sirius asked softly, when he noticed sleepy green eyes looking at him. "Did I hurt you?"
"I feel good," Harry mumbled in exhaustion. "I'm not hurt. Don't worry. Love you."
"I love you too, Harry," Sirius replied, brushing one last kiss over Harry's brow before he drifted off to sleep.
Harry shifted a little closer, extinguishing the candles with a wave of his hand and a small gush of wind. Romantic. This time it had been romantic. This time it had been slow and passionate and loving and simply perfect. There had been no hurry, no force, no constriction and only a little bit of hesitation. Maybe it was because he hardly remembered what happened in Voldemort's dungeons, and certainly because of Sirius' calm patience and strength, but whatever it was that had given him this self-confidence it was very welcome.
He hadn't expected making love to be such an intense sensation. He had thought that eventually he would be able to accommodate to it for Sirius' sake, but never that he himself would come to really enjoy it. A pleasurable shudder ran over his body as he remembered Sirius being so close to him, so deep inside of him, surrounding him, filling him, completing him. He didn't need to fear anymore, he was Sirius' now and no one would be able to take him away or hurt him or give him orders he didn't want to obey.
Sirius' soft breathing tickled his neck, his hand was still holding his hand and he could once again feel his heartbeat from the outside and the inside, matching the rhythm of his own heart.
This was perfect.