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Tainted Souls Thanksgiving Dinner
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All of our Sins in the Daylight

Summary:

It's Harry's 18th birthday and Sirius surprises him.

Notes:

Whoever inspired my to write for this ship — you know who you are. <3

Written as an Appetiser for the Tainted Souls Thanksgiving Dinner with the prompts Biting, Size Kink.

Title inspired by "Daylight" — David Kushner.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Work Text:

He wanted to feel bad when he muttered some spells on the room to line it with a soundproof layer. Wanted to feel remorse, guilt perhaps. Of not stopping after the first few times.

None of it sticks as he jumps up Harry's bed to catch sight of the naked, sleeping boy and roam over him with hungry eyes not becoming those of a godfather.

Or any kind of father at all.

He shouldn't be here. Sirius' ears perk up when a shuffle of movement from outside sounds, heart in his throat. 

But when did rules ever apply to him?

The scent coils around him in thick ribbons and he licks his maw.

Summer means days too humid and nights too warm. And for Harry it means sleeping naked, his ass up, face down. Intentional or not.

And he delves in, no inhibitions left, long tongue teasing the glistening valley between before delving into the warm wet heat of his godson's too tight hole. Mapping it out, slicking it up and gnawing on his rim with eager canines as the tip of his cock breaches black fur.

Harry still sleeps.

Clasping his huge paws around Harry's torso, he aligns himself with the spit-slicked pucker quivering in invitation. 

With short, quick strokes, he thrusts inside, reaching deeper, farther, until Harry mumbles something, moans, the scent of arousal wafting from him.

Lapping at Harry's back, he rearranges his paws further up to get a better grip and pull him backwards onto his thick length, tugging and thrusting until it settles all the way, his base at the swell of Harry's heavenly ass.

He doesn't dare to move with the delicious clench around his cock, doesn't dare to shoot his load into the him yet, keen on holding out just a bit longer as pleasure twists his gut.

Instead, his tongue busies itself with Harry's neck, Sirius dragging it over soft skin covering the top knob of his spine repeatedly. A canine nicks it and his teeth itch for action the same time an idea sets his mind alight. He bites, digs deep, tasting flesh, a hint of blood. And then…

“Sirius?” a voice croaks, pulling him from his carnal craze.

Panic first, then recognition, Harry's body lax, pliable, accommodating to and revelling in Sirius size. Good boy.

And Sirius quickens his thrusts, Harry's tight heat beckoning him inside, a siren's call he can't resist, pushing faster, deeper, his cock throbbing, wanting, needing, his knot swelling.

He pants in time with the movement, the delicious squelch of it sounding loud in the small sound-proofed room, sunlight filtering through blinds onto their tangled frames.

And Harry ruts back, onto his rapidly burgeoning knot, shouting as his release covers the sheets, Sirius not too far behind, his knot locking them together, too big, too wide, pumping too much seed into his shivering frame.

He licks the side of Harry's face in apology.

“Don't feel bad” Harry mouths, face flushed. “I liked the present.”

Happy Birthday.

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