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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Sirius_Black/Remus_Lupin, Harry_Potter/Sirius_Black
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Sirius_Black, Remus_Lupin
  Additional Tags:
      Sexual_Fantasy, Plot_What_Plot, Smut, Chan
  Stats:
      Published: 2009-04-06 Words: 721
****** Seen From Above ******
by shyfoxling
Summary
     My contribution to an anonymous_kink_meme. Prompt was Harry; spying
     on Remus/Sirius and fantasizing about being in the place of the
     bottom (doesn't matter which).
Notes
     A/N: This was a little odd for me since I don't usually write Remus
     (who has only a bit part, really) nor Harry in sexual situations
     much. This was a quick piece of work along the lines of "comment
     porn", not something brooded over and polished, so keep that in mind.
     (I think I'm misusing dashes terribly, for one thing.)
     Warnings/contains: Brief chan fantasy (ages 15/35).
Muffled voices startled Harry out of sleep, and he sat bolt upright in his bed.
"Remus, please... come on, Moony... yeah, there..."
"Sirius, I – OH, oh—"
"Yeah, yeah!"
"—uh – unh – missed this – never thought I – thirteen years—"
"Don't make me – gag you – sentimental – furball."
The other gave a low growling sound. "Takes one to know – umm, ah—"
Harry couldn't believe it. His godfather and Remus Lupin were fucking, with
some abandon by the sounds of it. He couldn't help himself; he crept out of bed
and carefully followed the voices to where they drifted up from downstairs.
Peering over the railing, his eyes were greeted with a marevellous sight:
Sirius Black, in all his tall, lean, dark-haired glory, had Lupin leaning
forward against the wall and was sliding his cock in and out of the other's
arse with a delicious fluid rolling motion of his hips.
Harry watched with growing excitement as Sirius released one of Remus's hip-
bones and raked that hand down the broad back in front of him. Remus tossed his
head back, a silent cry on his lips, and Harry found himself involuntarily
imitating the motion, imagining Sirius's hands gripping his own hips, leaving
red trails on the soft skin of his own young back.
He pressed his hand against his insistent erection and tried to stop himself
from panting too loudly as he glued his eyes to the fantastic tableau below
him. Sirius looked amazing, his hair all over the place, a bead of sweat
beginning to form between his shoulderblades. What Harry would give to be in
Remus's place right now, his godfather's perfect prick producing the most
exquisite sensations as he heard "Fuck, Harry..." being moaned and whispered in
his ears.
There was nothing for it; Harry could no longer stop himself from rubbing his
own prick with his palm. He forced himself to keep a slow pace, otherwise he
knew he would be finished way before the show was over. He was only fifteen,
after all, and these men were twenty years his senior.
Harry bit the knuckle of his other hand to force back the moan that rose as he
mentally wound the clock back twenty years on Sirius, and his godfather went
from amazing to truly stunning: the frame slender, but well-fleshed; the skin
healthy, without the ashen cast that Azkaban had given it; the eyes bright
instead of hollowed with strain and sorrow.
Images rushed through Harry's head: Sirius was fifteen and Harry was fifteen.
Harry was the prefect in Remus's place, and he had lured Sirius into the
special bathroom with the intent of dropping to his knees and adoring Sirius
with his mouth. Sirius had laughed low and called him a clever, sneaky little
snake, why, he should almost have been in Slytherin, and turned him around and
was now fucking him up against the stone wall, the roughness of it scraping
Harry's palms, the coldness of it warming under the heat of Harry's pleasured
flesh.
Harry let his eyes slide shut, and reveled in the fantasy as he appropriated
every gasp and grunt from the floor below for its soundtrack. Every girl in
school was probably after Sirius, but Sirius wanted Harry, at least for now. In
fact, Sirius had taken him over James, who was supposed to be so great and oh,
oh god, Sirius was coming—
Harry bit his sleeve to muffle his voice as he came to the sound of his
godfather's orgasm. After a few moments, he came back to his senses, thinking
Oh, shit. He had better get back to bed, or they were going to see him. Harry
quickly scrambled to his feet, and grimaced at the wet and swiftly cooling
feeling in his pants. Stupid Underage Sorcery thing; he was going to have to
wash, and someone would surely hear him in the bathroom.
On the other hand. It wasn't like getting up in the middle of the night to have
a pee or get a drink was that unusual. Harry thought he could surely get that
done and get downstairs quickly enough for an innocent glass of water, over
which he might catch Sirius with a certain flush in his cheeks and a certain
shining in his eyes. A grin spread across his face. Yes... that seemed just the
thing.
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