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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Sirius_Black/Harry_Potter
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Sirius_Black
  Additional Tags:
      First_Time, Mildly_Dubious_Consent, Manipulation
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-10-18 Words: 3411
****** If These Be Right ******
by Maeglin_Yedi
Summary
     Harry struggles with the usual teenage issues. Sirius gladly lends a
     hand.
Notes
     Pairing: Harry/Sirius
     Rating: NC-17
     Warnings: chan (Harry's 15), coercion and manipulation
     Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns everything.
     Summary: Harry struggles with the usual teenage issues. Sirius gladly
     lends a hand.
     A/N: Written for Sirry Santa, for masterofmercury, who asked for
     something chan-ish with coercion or dub-con. Big thanks to ella_bane,
     gmth and nimori for their beta-work.
     First published: December 2006
The penis was a complex and persistent thing, Harry realized. For one, it
didn't seem to take his state of mind into account when making its wishes
known. His best friend's father was in the hospital after an almost-fatal snake
attack? His penis paid those events no heed and demanded attention.
Harry had already known his penis was unpredictable. For the past few years –
or as far as Harry was concerned for as long as he could remember – his penis
sprang to attention several times a day, usually when he least expected it and
when he least welcomed it.
He'd die before he told anyone he'd got a stiffie when confronted with Tom
Riddle in the Chamber of Secrets. Or when he'd been battling the Hungarian
Horntail during his fourth year.
For some time now, Harry suspected his penis liked dangerous situations. Well,
he reasoned, there was nothing more dangerous than trying to have a quiet wank
in a house full of nosy Weasleys.
His penis should be happy.
As it turned out, the Weasleys weren't his biggest concern. As he lay in his
bed, sheets and pajama bottoms pushed down around his feet, his hand curled
around his hard cock, Harry forgot all about his godfather. That was, until his
bedroom door opened with a bang.
"Harry? You're about to miss breakfast."
"Jezus!" Harry scrambled for his sheets, and in his hurry to get covered he
pushed most of them off his bed. In a desperate bid to hide his erection he
flopped onto his stomach and winced when his cock just about bent double.
Sirius stared at him with wide eyes, and if it had been any other occasion
Harry probably would have laughed at his dumbfounded expression. "Shit. Sorry,"
Sirius said. He closed the door quietly behind himself and cleared his throat.
"Maybe I should have knocked."
"Yeah," Harry sighed against his pillow. It only now dawned on him that even
though his cock was hidden from view, Sirius got an eyeful of his bare arse.
His face flushed and Harry pushed down harder into the pillow.
"Look, it's all right, Harry. Everyone does it. It's perfectly normal."
"I know it's normal," Harry mumbled.
"There's really no reason to be embarrassed," Sirius said, and Harry was sure
he heard amusement in his voice.
"Oh, I think there is." Harry lifted his head up and dared a glance at Sirius.
Yep, just as he thought. Sirius was grinning.
"How about I just leave you to your... handiwork," Sirius said, and he had the
audacity to snicker. "Just make it quick. Molly has breakfast about ready, and
I'm quite sure you don't want her to come looking for you and find you in this
particular predicament."
"Okay," Harry said, his voice small. The thought of Mrs Weasley catching him in
the act made him wish for a quick and painless death. Sirius seemed to think
the same thing and snickered again before he slipped out of Harry's bedroom.
Slowly, Harry rolled onto his back. He stared up at the ceiling for a few
moments, and finally glanced down his body. His cock was still rock hard. And
really, was that a surprise? His penis had probably loved the idea of being
discovered like that. There was nothing more dangerous in a teenager's life
than being discovered wanking, after all.
Well, except for coming face to face with Voldemort, but at that moment, Harry
suspected his penis would love the hell out of that, too.
Harry clenched his jaws and pulled up his pajama bottoms. His dick could go
fuck itself. Or something. Harry was taking a cold shower, and that was that.
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Sirius cornered him in the downstairs corridor right after breakfast.
"Harry," he said, looking over his shoulder several times, as though he was
about to share absolutely confidential information that could get half the
Order killed if it fell in the wrong hands. "I realize you don't have anyone to
talk to about those things."
"Those things?" Harry asked, staring up at Sirius blankly.
"Sex," Sirius whispered, and glanced over his shoulder again. Stairs creaked
behind them, and Sirius hauled Harry inside the drawing room by his shoulder.
Harry found himself pressed up against the closed door with Sirius standing
just two inches away from him.
"So?" Sirius looked strangely expectant, an odd gleam in his eyes.
"You want to talk about sex?" Harry whispered, and cursed himself when he felt
his cheeks heat.
"I thought perhaps you had some questions, and since I'm the adult male role
model in your life, I figured I'd let you know you can ask me anything. Unless
you'd rather talk to Moony?"
"No," Harry said, shaking his head. He liked Lupin a lot. Just not enough to
discuss his penis with. Or any other parts of his body. "I don't really have
any questions right now."
"Oh." Sirius seemed disappointed, even though he sounded like he was trying to
hide it.
"But if I have any questions, I'll come straight to you," Harry quickly added.
He hated seeing Sirius unhappy for any reason. "I promise."
Sirius nodded and took a step away from Harry. "All right. Anything. Anytime."
"Thanks," Harry said, oddly touched and yet severely embarrassed. Being a
teenager sucked. Being a teenager with a godfather who was trying to make up
over a decade of forced absence sucked even harder.
Harry wondered if he should just get everything over with and write Voldemort a
note, asking him to meet up over Christmas. It couldn't be any worse than what
he was dealing with now.
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Ron fell asleep the moment his head hit the pillow, most likely worn out from
worrying about his dad all day. Harry wasn't as fortunate, alas. He lay staring
up into the darkness, a raging hard-on keeping him wide awake.
This was getting ridiculous. The more Harry tried to fight these teenage urges
(or in some cases just plain ignore them), the more demanding his cock became.
There was no way he was going to wank with Ron sleeping not four feet away,
with no heavy curtains or convenient silencing charms to ensure a little bit of
privacy.
But he wasn't going to get any sleep anytime soon, either, if he didn't fix his
problem.
Harry rolled onto his side and considered his options. He could sneak into the
bathroom for a quick wank, but what good would that do him on the long run?
He'd wake up with another erection and the need for a quick wank all over
again. And again, and again...
He thought about what Sirius had said that morning. Sirius was a bloke. He must
have had similar problems at some point in his life. Perhaps he should talk to
him about... those things. There wasn't anyone else to help him through this.
Under normal circumstances he might have asked Ron, but he didn't want to
bother his best friend with his penile issues while Ron's father was critically
injured.
Hermione? No way. Firstly, she was a girl, so what could she possibly know
about male reproductive organs? Secondly, she'd probably just give him a book
and be done with it. And Harry didn't feel comfortable enough with any other
adults he knew to discuss something as personal and embarrassing as sex.
Yet he trusted Sirius. With his life, if need be.
Sirius it was.
Harry slipped out of bed and shrugged on his dressing gown to hide his
erection. He hoped Sirius was still awake. The corridor was dark and silent,
but there was a shimmer of light peeking out from under Sirius' door. Harry
tiptoed towards it, and knocked twice.
"Just a minute," Sirius said. There were sounds of sheets and paper rustling,
and a drawer being closed. "Come in."
Opening the door, Harry glanced inside before entering. Sirius sat up in his
bed, his upper body nude and a sheet covering everything from the waist down.
Sirius had one knee drawn up, his elbow resting on top.
"I was wondering if we could have a chat?" Harry asked. Sirius nodded, a faint
smile playing around his lips. Harry pulled his dressing gown tighter around
himself and closed the door. "About...er...you know."
"Yeah, I know." Sirius patted the mattress, and Harry shuffled towards the bed.
He sat down on the edge, hands clenched in his dressing gown.
"I won't bite," Sirius said, smiling, and patted the mattress again. Harry
shifted further up the bed until he felt the headboard against his back. He
glanced down at his knees and sighed. "What's the problem?" Sirius asked, and
he sounded quite concerned.
Harry looked up at him. "Is it normal to always be hard?" he blurted, afraid if
he didn't say it quickly he'd never ask it. "And is it normal to get hard
during really odd situations?"
Sirius blinked. "You mean always as in all the time?"
"Well, not right after I've taken care of it," Harry whispered. He was back to
studying his knees. "But it never stays soft long, and ignoring it is of no
use, and I wish it would just go away already so I can concentrate on other,
more important things."
Silence stretched between them. Sirius looked pensive, and Harry kept shooting
him glances, getting worried something might actually be wrong with him.
Finally, Sirius cleared his throat. "First of all, this is important, Harry.
You're growing up. So is your body."
Harry nodded. "But does it have to be all the time?"
"Well, boys your age usually get erections at odd hours, but when you ignore
them they should go away." Sirius leaned a little closer, his dark brow
furrowing and his voice dropping to a whisper. "Are you hard now?"
Harry's stomach clenched. He gave one miserable nod. "I didn't want to wank
with Ron in the room."
"I understand." Sirius shifted a little closer, his gaze dropping from Harry's
face all the way down to his waist. "I can't tell you if anything's wrong
unless I take a closer look."
"You mean...?" Harry glanced down at his groin. "You want to see my...?"
"If you don't want to, that's fine," Sirius said quickly, leaning back just a
bit. "But if something really is wrong, it might be best if you find out sooner
than later."
Harry considered that. He'd been naked in front of others before. His roommates
came to mind, as did Madam Pomfrey. It was just that no one had seen his
erection as of yet. That seemed a little strange, but Sirius was right. If
something really was wrong, Harry wanted to know about it. "All right," he
said, and allowed his dressing gown to fall open.
"Let me," Sirius said, and hooked his thumbs under the waistband of Harry's
pajama bottoms. Harry's breath hitched as the soft material slid down his hips
and his hard cock was revealed. Sirius pushed Harry's bottoms down all the way
to his knees, and leaned closer to take a good look. "Pull your shirt up a bit,
yeah?"
Harry did as instructed and hoisted his t-shirt up above his waist. His cock
was flushed and lay strained against his belly.
"Looks normal so far," Sirius said, and sucked his bottom lip between his teeth
for a moment. He reached out and placed two fingers on Harry's testicles. "Does
this hurt?"
Harry shook his head, staring down with wide eyes, as if he couldn't quite
believe Sirius was touching him there. His heart was hammering in his chest by
now, and a tight feeling grew in his pelvis.
"And this?" Sirius cupped Harry's balls, pressing them against his palm and
giving a soft squeeze. "Does this hurt?"
"No," Harry croaked. For some reason, his legs fell open but the pajama bottoms
kept his knees locked. Harry tried to stretch his legs.
"You can take them off if that's more comfortable," Sirius said. When Harry
gave a nod, Sirius released Harry's sac and pulled his bottoms off in one
smooth motion. "Okay. Where were we?" Sirius offered Harry a warm smile, and
Harry managed to return it. At least, until Sirius' hand was back on his balls
and Harry was forced to inhale a quivering breath.
"This part seems normal enough," Sirius said, and trailed his hand up until he
touched Harry's hard shaft. Harry's penis twitched at the soft contact, and
Harry's insides tightened further. He felt so odd, so torn. Part of him wanted
to run from the room, yet another part wished Sirius would apply more pressure.
"Still doesn't hurt?" Sirius moved his fingers up and gently pulled Harry's
foreskin back, revealing the slick head. "This?"
"No." Harry bit his lip, unsure if the tightness inside of him was anxiety or
something else.
Sirius closed his fingers around Harry's cock and gave a lazy pull. "How does
that feel?"
"Not bad," Harry said honestly. It felt friggin' awesome and twenty kinds of
wrong all at the same time.
Sirius looked up and met Harry's gaze. "Have you ever seen an erection that
wasn't your own? I mean, I assume the Dursleys never sat you down for an
illustrated talk, and I know Hogwarts is woefully lacking in the sexual
education department."
"Nope, never," Harry said, trying to sound unconcerned, as if he let someone
touch him like that every day.
"Perhaps you should." Sirius stretched out his leg and only now did Harry
realize why Sirius' knee had been drawn up in the first place. The sheet around
his groin tented. "You interrupted me," Sirius said with a knowing smile. He
kept one hand snuggly fitted around Harry's cock, and pulled away the sheet
with the other one. Sirius was completely naked, and Harry stared at Sirius'
hard cock. It looked just as flushed and tense as his own, but it was just a
bit bigger and since Sirius had more hair down there, it stood out even more.
"See? Looks just about the same." Sirius tightened his fingers around Harry's
cock, so much so Harry had trouble hearing what Sirius said next. "It feels the
same, too. Or at least it should. Maybe you should see for yourself if it
does."
Harry wrestled through the jumble of sensations inside of him, trying to form a
few coherent thoughts. Sirius wanted him to touch his dick? Harry gave it
another dubious look. It didn't look half-bad, especially not while Sirius was
stroking his own erection at a luxurious pace. Perhaps he should, just to see
what it was like.
His hand trembling just a tad, Harry reached one finger out and gave Sirius'
cock a soft poke.
"You won't hurt me," Sirius said. He sounded breathless. "You can touch me like
I'm touching you."
It sounded strangely appealing, yet horribly indecent. A part of Harry knew
this was most likely a terrible idea, yet Sirius' encouraging touches piqued
Harry's insistent curiosity. He curled his fingers around Sirius' erection and
gave it an experimental squeeze. It did feel just like his own.
"That's it. Give it a few strokes. Make sure it's nothing different from what
you're used to." Sirius covered Harry's hand with his own, forcing Harry to
tighten his grip even further and guiding the long strokes up and down his
shaft, his other hand never wavering on Harry's cock.
Harry wasn't stupid. Far from it. He knew that whatever was happening now went
beyond concerned godfatherly care and into unknown, and most likely illegal,
territory. Yet Harry didn't care because for the first time he felt like he
finally understood what all those strange urges and uncomfortable erections
were all about.
This. Touching and being touched, no matter how awkward and improper. Harry's
entire body felt close to combustion, Sirius' hot breaths against Harry's cheek
doing nothing to extinguish the fire that started in his groin and spread
throughout his chest and down his limbs. Sirius' cock twitched against his
palm, Sirius' hand strong around his own prick, and Sirius' breaths were just
as irregular as his own.
"I just need to see if everything's normal when you come, Harry." Sirius
sounded very close to moaning, and Harry gave a faint nod. He didn't care about
anything anymore besides needing to have all that heat inside of him come to a
climax.
It was nothing like wanking furtively in the dorm late at night, or in the
bathroom while hoping no one else had to use it.
This was far, far better than anything he'd ever done on his own. This was what
his cock had been trying to tell him all this time, Harry was sure of it.
Someone, even if it was Sirius, touching him in such an inappropriate way
easily became the most dangerous thing Harry had ever done.
Sirius sped up the strokes on both their cocks. His lips brushed against the
side of Harry's neck when he breathed, "I want to see you come, Harry. Do you
want to make me come?"
Harry released a strangled sound that might have been a yes, and his eyes
fluttered shut for a moment when all that heat finally shot up from his balls,
through his pulsing cock, and covered Sirius' fingers. He blinked his eyes open
and stared at his hand, trapped by Sirius' own, fisting Sirius' cock furiously.
Sirius gave a guttural groan against Harry's shoulder, and sticky strands of
white semen spurted onto their hands. Harry couldn't look away from it, not
even when Sirius finally released him.
Inhaling a deep breath, Harry dared a glance at Sirius' face. It was flushed, a
thin layer of sweat coating Sirius' forehead.
"I think you're perfectly normal," Sirius said. He sounded a little bit
worried, anxious even, and Harry wondered why. Did Sirius expect him to run
away from him screaming now? Harry knew what they'd done wasn't exactly normal
for a godfather and godson to be doing.
But this was Sirius. Harry doubted he'd ever run away from him, no matter what
Sirius did. Besides, it had been really good.
"Thanks," Harry whispered. "This explained a lot."
"It did?" Sirius sounded genuinely surprised. He gave Harry a hopeful smile.
"Yeah, it did." Harry stared down at his messy hand, unsure what to do or say
next. Now that his needs had been fulfilled, his penis once again dormant
(well, for as long as that lasted, which was never very long in Harry's
experience) he was starting to feel awkward, though he wasn't sure why.
It had been good. Sirius had wanted to help him, he was sure of that. Harry
chose to ignore any other voices inside of him that whispered of lines being
crossed and what others might think if they knew.
No one had to know.
"Let me clean you up." Sirius got his wand from the bedside table and with two
flicks all the evidence of their activities was gone.
Harry whispered his thanks and struggled into his pajama bottoms. Sirius
covered himself up with the sheet. It seemed odd to want to hide yourself again
after what they'd done, and yet Harry knew he'd feel uncomfortable if he stayed
nude around Sirius much longer.
"I'll just go back to bed then," Harry said, skidding off the mattress. He gave
Sirius a hesitant look, wondering if this was the right thing to do.
"All right." Sirius tilted his head. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"No. This was fine. It helped." Harry closed the dressing gown around himself
and scuffed a bare foot across the wooden floor.
"Good. If you...er...need some more help in the future, I'll be here." Sirius
got the same expectant gleam in his eyes that he'd had earlier that day in the
drawing room. Harry didn't want to disappoint him, and yet he wasn't sure if
they should do this again.
"I'll think about it," he said, and grabbed the doorknob. "Good night."
"Night, Harry." Sirius watched him leave with a sated smile, and it reminded
Harry he himself felt quite sated as well. Far more sated then he'd ever
managed to feel on his own. That was something to consider.
So, who knew? He might just take Sirius up on his offer should his penis cause
him trouble again. And knowing Harry's penis – and Harry was certain he knew
his dick quite well – trouble was never too far away.
 
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