Harry knocked quietly on the door. The House of Black was often quiet and empty, aside from Kreacher and the occasional visit from Hermione or Ron. Other then that, it was only Sirius, Harry and sometimes Remus. Harry found that he enjoyed it that way though, and liked nothing more then to get into deep conversations with Sirius, or spend the day getting to do what we wanted, whether reading, or practicing magic. Sirius liked to sleep in late, and Harry had gotten in the habit of bringing him morning coffee.
"Come in," came a husky, half-asleep voice. Harry smiled a little and went in, shutting the door behind him.
"Good morning Sirius," Harry came over, setting the mug on the table by the bed. Sirius always slept naked, with one sheet wrapped around his body. Even since he'd become more healthy, Sirius was still a skinny and tall man.
Sirius ran a hand through his messy hair, "Harry, my boy, have a seat. Go on."
Harry sat quietly on the end of the bed, watching him. Sirius sat up in bed, lifting the mug to his lips and sipping, "Aw, that's good. You've got real talent for making coffee, Harry. What's the time?"
"Hmph, still early. No reason to get out of bed yet. Don't be shy Harry, come closer, make yourself comfortable," Sirius stretched, rubbing his eyes. Harry moved over, leaning back against the headboard. Sirius chuckled, "You do enjoy staying here with me, don't you?"
"Yes, very, very much. I really like it. A lot," Harry chattered enthusiastically, afterwards feeling embarrassed and looking down, his fingers kneading together.
Sirius set the cup down, turning to Harry. "I like your company, you are a very good godson. Very sweet. Very understanding. It comes as no surprise that you are chosen to save the world."
"Well, its a lot of pressure," Harry still avoided Sirius' face, focusing elsewhere.
Sirius lifted Harry's face, forcing their eyes to meet, "That is why I am here for you. Always. For whatever you need. Whenever. Wherever, Harry, I am here. I'm not going anywhere, I intend for us to always have each other. Because to be quite honest, besides Remus, you are all I've got. And I love you."
"How do you do that?" Harry whispered.
"Make me feel so much better just by talking to me," Harry said.
"Suppose its comforting for you to know that you have somebody here for you, right?"
"May I ask you something, Harry?" Sirius said softly. Harry nodded. "Are there any girls you're snogging?"
"No," Harry blushed.
"Especially no," Harry blushed harder.
"And the reason?"
"I have you, Sirius, but others... I just feel like they can't possibly understand. I mean, some days I really need someone to be there for me, and somedays, I want to be alone. I can't be a good boyfriend, or husband, or whatever I'd be until this whole chosen one thing is over with."
"I didn't ask if you were in a relationship, Harry, I asked if you were snogging anyone."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
"Are you having sex? Are you enjoying the body you have, letting others enjoy it?" Sirius said, ruffling Harry's hair.
"I don't want to just do that with anyone, I mean I haven't ever..."
"Had sex?" Sirius said, his eyes widening. Harry shook his head. Sirius starred at him, "But, I mean, you beat the bloody thing off a couple times a day right? You've had an orgasm?"
"Yes, I do, I have," Harry's face turned bright red.
"Whew," Sirius looked generally relieved, letting out a large breath.
"Do you?" Harry asked, not able to stop himself from doing it.
Sirius started laughing, his laugh a good-natured, humorous one, until he finally calmed down. "Yes, Harry, I do it quite often."
"Oh," Harry was becoming very uncomfortable. Though he'd been getting personal with Sirius lately, it'd been more to do with ideas and feelings about the world, or opinions on food, or movies or lighter things, and Harry had enjoyed focusing on those lighter things, having fun, enjoying his time. And it wasn't that this conversation grossed him out. Just the opposite, he was starting to get hard.
"What do you think about, when you do it? What really turns you on?" Sirius asked.
"Um... well... sometimes I think about... older men... "
"Well, like..." Harry sighed, his voice squeaking, "R-Remus."
"You think about Remus?"
"You heard me."
"What do you think about him doing?"
"Harry. We just talked about this. You can trust me."
"I just don't know why you'd want to talk about this with me."
"Because I think about you, too."
"Y-You d-do?" Harry gasped, starring at him.
"All the time." Sirius leaned in and kissed Harry, pressing his tongue into Harry's mouth. Harry groaned, closing his eyes, hands gripping Sirius' body. Sirius pulled Harry into his lap, hands pulling at the shirt on Harry's back, and fumbling with the buttons. Once the shirt was off, Sirius' mouth trailed down to Harry's neck, sucking hungrily, biting and nibbling. He shoved Harry down on the bed and climbed on top of him, leaving marks down Harry's chest, first lips sucking each hard nipple, then teeth. Harry whimpered, hands twisting in the sheets. Sirius yanked Harry's pants off, flipping Harry over and without warning and with a loud grunt, entered Harry, pressing close, his throbbing dick buried inside Harry.
Harry cried out and Sirius started to pull out, but Harry shoved Sirius on his back and sat on his dick, clenching his teeth, starting to move up and down, cursing and moaning. Sirius' hands gripped Harry's thighs, fingers tight on his skin. Harry moved down, kissing Sirius. Sirius grabbed Harry's dick, starting to pump it hard, his other hand moving around, one finger entering next to his dick. Harry's eyes filled with tears as he kept moving, breathing hard, chest heaving. Sirius sped up as he came closer to his climax, until he brought Harry down kissing him, and then lifted him up as they both rose to their climaxes.
Harry laid helplessly against him.
"You are bleeding, I will find something to clean it up with," Sirius began to move away.
"No, not yet," Harry clung, "Just stay like this a little bit longer."
Eventually, Sirius laid Harry gently down on the bed, his head on the pillow and stood, bringing back a bowl of hot water and a cloth, setting them on the bedside table. He gently turned Harry over and leaned in, starting to clean up the blood.
"Its a little torn, but not badly," Sirius whispered, "I'm sorry my dick stole my judgment."
"Don't be. That was the single greatest moment of my life," Harry closed his eyes, relaxing. "Your fingers are warm."
Things fell into a comfortable silence, until Harry cleared his throat. "Can I a-ask you something?"
"Sure. Ask me anything."
"Not to be reading anything into this but..."
"This doesn't have to change our relationship, Harry. Unless you'd like it too. Contrary to popular belief, I'm as good a boyfriend as I am a shag. But I'm open to discussion. I can be your Godfather. I can be your fuck. I can be Mrs. Harry Potter. Whatever the bloody hell you want."
"Harry, I have feelings for you. I've had them for a while. After I was free, I became far less picky about my lifestyle. I don't want to die alone. I don't want to be alone. We've discussed that I can be here for you. You know I'm good in bed-"
"Its not what you said, just surprising that you said it."
"Sorry I did?"
"No, no. Of course not."
"I'm not young, Harry. I love you. I can be what you want. So long as I never have to seem this pathetic again."
Harry kissed him. "You are a pathetic, old man."
"So I said."
"Mrs. Harry Potter, hm?"
"So I said."