Protection from Pornography
Oct. 30th, 2003 06:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
donnaimmaculataAs you all probably well know, the Protection from Pornography Week is in full swing. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sparrohawk had the cute idea to honour this occasion by writing pointless smut, and contributed a charming fic on her LJ. As I like the concept as well as her ficlet, here's my contribution. It's Sirius/Harry and, yes, it is NC-17.
George W. Bush, 43rd President of the United States of America, usually did not deem it necessary to use a computer. That was his assistant's job, after all. But he had to send off this email, and Jenna's laptop sat invitingly on the desk.
Reasoning that since he wanted so send a document, it was most sensible to look under 'documents', he double-clicked the mouse button randomly, in the hope that things would get clearer as he proceeded. Bingo!
"...Harry's mouth fell open," he read. "He had stormed into the bathroom, not realising that it was occupied. His insides froze, and he could only stare at the sight presenting itself in front of his eyes.
Sirius had frozen, too. His hair was dripping, naked skin gleaming in the torch light, as he stood in the shower, his hand wrapped tightly around his cock. Harry swallowed. God, but his godfather was huge!
'Harry,' Sirius let go of his cock in confusion. Harry moaned.
Later, Harry could not remember what had come over him. He had flung himself onto Sirius, and pressed his lips clumsily to his godfather's mouth. He felt Sirius get rigid with shock, but as Harry pulled himself closer, trying to touch as much of this hot, wet skin as possible, Sirius gave up his resistance and crushed Harry to his chest, his tongue ravishing the boy's mouth. His hand smoothed over Harry's back all the way to the boy's arse, and Sirius dipped his middle finger between the tight buttocks, probing the opening there.
'Turn round!' Sirius gripped Harry's hips tightly and forced the boy against the wall. Harry moaned at the loss of contact, but in the next moment - o God! - Sirius's slick tongue slid down his spine and into the cleft of his arse. He cried out as it reached his hole.
Sirius applied a hard grip to both steady the boy and spread him open as he let his tongue swirl lightly around the hole there. He pressed his face deeper into the hot flesh and sucked gently, feeling the muscle twitch under his mouth. The tip of his tongue snaked slowly into the tight opening, forcing the muscle to give way, and with a gentle sigh against Harry's skin, he pushed into the boy's arse. Harry gave a loud sob and thrust back in the attempt to fuck himself on his godfather's tongue. 'More!'
With a groan, Sirius pulled back and rammed two soapy fingers deep into his godson's arse. Harry was babbling incoherently, pushing back in an irregular, jerky rhythm, fucking himself on the fingers. He groaned in despair when they withdrew. Sirius leaned forward. 'Are you a virgin, Harry?'
'Wha? Uh. No.'
'I mean,' Sirius grabbed Harry's arse with one hand, pushed one finger between the arse cheeks. 'Here.'
'Yeah,' Harry moaned. 'Yeah.'
He felt something pressing into his cleft, something distinctly thicker than fingers, and his insides swirled with anticipation and nerves.
'Good,' Sirius purred into his ear. 'I was hoping to be the first one to,' push, 'introduce you to the pleasure of getting fucked. Now, relax,' he guided his godson's hips gently. 'Push back. Open up, Harry. Yeah. Like that. Open up for me.'
With a long, smooth thrust, Sirius's cock glided up Harry's arse as the muscle finally gave way. Harry gave a wordless cry, and clenched around the thick prick as he came in a flood, splattering the wall with jets of thick spunk."
President Bush pulled himself away from the text, open-mouthed and gasping. His hand, he noticed, had wandered to his own crotch. Which felt swollen and throbbing.
Oh.
Obviously, he had at last found a cure for his impotence.
*********
Author's Note: I don't want to imply any disrespect for the President of the USA. I'm sure he is a very nice man. It's not his fault he was born without any brain.
sparrohawk had the cute idea to honour this occasion by writing pointless smut, and contributed a charming fic on her LJ. As I like the concept as well as her ficlet, here's my contribution. It's Sirius/Harry and, yes, it is NC-17.George W. Bush, 43rd President of the United States of America, usually did not deem it necessary to use a computer. That was his assistant's job, after all. But he had to send off this email, and Jenna's laptop sat invitingly on the desk.
Reasoning that since he wanted so send a document, it was most sensible to look under 'documents', he double-clicked the mouse button randomly, in the hope that things would get clearer as he proceeded. Bingo!
"...Harry's mouth fell open," he read. "He had stormed into the bathroom, not realising that it was occupied. His insides froze, and he could only stare at the sight presenting itself in front of his eyes.
Sirius had frozen, too. His hair was dripping, naked skin gleaming in the torch light, as he stood in the shower, his hand wrapped tightly around his cock. Harry swallowed. God, but his godfather was huge!
'Harry,' Sirius let go of his cock in confusion. Harry moaned.
Later, Harry could not remember what had come over him. He had flung himself onto Sirius, and pressed his lips clumsily to his godfather's mouth. He felt Sirius get rigid with shock, but as Harry pulled himself closer, trying to touch as much of this hot, wet skin as possible, Sirius gave up his resistance and crushed Harry to his chest, his tongue ravishing the boy's mouth. His hand smoothed over Harry's back all the way to the boy's arse, and Sirius dipped his middle finger between the tight buttocks, probing the opening there.
'Turn round!' Sirius gripped Harry's hips tightly and forced the boy against the wall. Harry moaned at the loss of contact, but in the next moment - o God! - Sirius's slick tongue slid down his spine and into the cleft of his arse. He cried out as it reached his hole.
Sirius applied a hard grip to both steady the boy and spread him open as he let his tongue swirl lightly around the hole there. He pressed his face deeper into the hot flesh and sucked gently, feeling the muscle twitch under his mouth. The tip of his tongue snaked slowly into the tight opening, forcing the muscle to give way, and with a gentle sigh against Harry's skin, he pushed into the boy's arse. Harry gave a loud sob and thrust back in the attempt to fuck himself on his godfather's tongue. 'More!'
With a groan, Sirius pulled back and rammed two soapy fingers deep into his godson's arse. Harry was babbling incoherently, pushing back in an irregular, jerky rhythm, fucking himself on the fingers. He groaned in despair when they withdrew. Sirius leaned forward. 'Are you a virgin, Harry?'
'Wha? Uh. No.'
'I mean,' Sirius grabbed Harry's arse with one hand, pushed one finger between the arse cheeks. 'Here.'
'Yeah,' Harry moaned. 'Yeah.'
He felt something pressing into his cleft, something distinctly thicker than fingers, and his insides swirled with anticipation and nerves.
'Good,' Sirius purred into his ear. 'I was hoping to be the first one to,' push, 'introduce you to the pleasure of getting fucked. Now, relax,' he guided his godson's hips gently. 'Push back. Open up, Harry. Yeah. Like that. Open up for me.'
With a long, smooth thrust, Sirius's cock glided up Harry's arse as the muscle finally gave way. Harry gave a wordless cry, and clenched around the thick prick as he came in a flood, splattering the wall with jets of thick spunk."
President Bush pulled himself away from the text, open-mouthed and gasping. His hand, he noticed, had wandered to his own crotch. Which felt swollen and throbbing.
Oh.
Obviously, he had at last found a cure for his impotence.
*********
Author's Note: I don't want to imply any disrespect for the President of the USA. I'm sure he is a very nice man. It's not his fault he was born without any brain.
