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Harry looked anxiously out the window and looked at the clock for the fiftieth time. It still wasn't ten o'clock. He sighed and slumped down on the bed.

He'd been looking forward to this since he'd gotten Sirius' last owl; well, before that, really. Since he'd figured out he was attracted to men. Since he'd decided which man in particular he was attracted to most. Since he'd found out that Sirius was attracted to men, well, boys, and him in particular.

It had taken weeks of letter-writing and one very disgruntled snowy owl, but Harry was gay and Sirius was gay and they were going to see each other very soon. At ten pm, in fact, and in just a few minutes Harry would jam his bedroom door, pick the lock on the window, and slide down the sloping roof and down the tree. He'd hurry up the hill to the children's playground, where Sirius would be waiting.

And then things would get interesting.

Harry hoped.

Sirius had told him to wear clothes; well, he was, but not much. The sticky, mid-August heat hadn't yet cooled, as during the summer the sun had barely set by ten pm. He was going back to Hogwarts soon and he was glad, but nothing was making him happier than meeting Sirius, tonight.

It was time; he slipped out, landing quietly on the ground, making sure to keep to the shadows as he made his way up the hill. The estate was quiet, as it always was this time of the night; the respectable, law-abiding citizens of Privet Drive had no business outdoors at this hour. They were all sat in their tastefully decorated sitting rooms, having a last cup of tea before bed, perhaps complaining about ITN's skewed perspective on world politics or that the BBC wasn't what it used to be. Soon, they'd go upstairs to their neat bedrooms, probably to separate beds, and get into their proper nightclothes and drift off into acceptable dreams of new cars or pay rises.

Not Harry.

Harry was dressed in short, tight silky shorts that barely covered his firm, sixteen-year-old ass, and a tank top that exposed more of his tanned, sleek chest than it covered. He was creeping through the shadows to meet with his ex-convict godfather, who he wanted to touch him all over and fuck him senseless.

Harry grinned at the juxtaposition.

He suspected he'd been cooped up in his room too long.

He also felt he'd been a virgin too long.

He wanted Sirius to teach him everything, and he'd told the older man that in his letters. He'd also sent him some Muggle pictures of himself that showed off his lithe body, and they had seemed to have the desired effect. Sirius had agreed to meet him. Harry didn't kid himself that his godfather was going to give in that easily, but he'd gotten Sirius to admit that he was attracted to Harry just with a couple of pictures. He imagined he could do much better in person.

And now he was getting his chance.

It was exactly ten o'clock when Harry walked into the dark clearing. A half-moon glinted off the swings, gently moving in the summer breeze. His eyes scanned the area; sometimes a black dog was hard to spot. Then he saw the shaggy form, sitting amongst the trees. He walked forward, smiling, as the dog transformed into his godfather.

Harry stopped, amazed as always by the Animagus transformation, and more impressed than ever by the way Sirius looked as a man. Every time he saw his godfather, the man looked better, healthier, sexier. And this time was no exception. Harry walked forward, biting his lip as he let his eyes roam, from the sleek black hair that reached Sirius' mid-back, to the white t-shirt that stretched over an increasingly muscular chest, and, best of all in Harry's opinion, the tight, faded jeans that hugged slim hips. Harry's heart started to pound as he closed the distance between them.

"Hello, Sirius," he grinned.

"Hello, Harry," Sirius said after a moment, his eyes seeming to get stuck somewhere below Harry's face. He cleared his throat, dragging his eyes up to the boy's face. "You were supposed to wear clothes."

"I am," smirked Harry, looking down at his clothes. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" he asked, turning around so Sirius could see the rear view.

Sirius didn't answer, and Harry turned back to face the older man. "Well?" he asked again.

"Nothing at all," croaked Sirius, backing up a step. "You look... well."

"Thanks," smiled Harry, following. "So do you."

Sirius seemed to consider for a moment. "Harry. We need to talk."

"Yes, I know," answered Harry. "That's why we're here. To talk."

Sirius nodded quickly. "I may have given you the wrong impression with my letters," he began.

"Oh, really?" asked Harry, stepping even closer and leaning casually against a post.

"Yes, yes, when I said that... I wanted to see you... you may have thought it was because..." Sirius trailed off, eyes traveling over Harry once again, seeming to lose his train of thought.

"Yes?" prompted Harry, reaching up to push his hair out of his face and just incidentally to show off the long line of skin the shirt revealed when he lifted his arm.

"I mean to say..." Sirius said, helplessly, eyes roaming, "That I really think that you need to find someone closer to your own age, you know, I'm much too old for you..."

Even Harry could tell that Sirius didn't really mean what he said, so he just smiled and moved to within a foot of Sirius. "I know what I want," he whispered. "You."

"Harry..." Sirius said, eyes wide. "You don't know, you're too young..."

"I trust you, Sirius. I know you wouldn't hurt me, that you wouldn't push me faster than I was ready for," Harry said reasonably. Sirius stayed silent, so Harry pressed his advantage. He was inexperienced, but he could read the uncertainty in his godfather's eyes. "Don't you want me, Sirius?"

Sirius' mouth dropped open, and Harry knew he had all but won. "Of course I do," Sirius responded automatically, then he realised what he had said. Harry tried to repress a grin. He almost felt bad for using Sirius' impulsiveness against him, but he felt like it was for a good cause. Sirius tried to backpedal. "I mean, anyone would want you, Harry, you're sexy and..." he trailed off as he realised he was digging himself in even deeper.

"Well, I think you're incredible, Sirius," breathed Harry. "So, what's the problem?" He reached out with one hand and rested it lightly on the man's chest, holding back a moan as he felt the hardness of Sirius' chest underneath the thin shirt. It was all he could do not to run his hand down, lower. His godfather must really have been working out. Being so close to Sirius, touching him, talking about this, was of course making Harry aroused, and as his cock hardened, he became bolder. He wasn't about to take no for an answer.

Harry watched Sirius carefully. The man's mouth opened and closed, and he could see him try to convince himself to argue. "Harry... please..." he said, but Harry couldn't tell if he was begging him to stop or not. Sirius put his hand over Harry's, and gently removed it, but he didn't let go of it.

Time to push, Harry decided, and moved his hand so he was holding Sirius'. Slowly, he moved their hands downward. He locked eyes with Sirius, who didn't seem to be objecting, and he put Sirius' hand on Harry's erection. He watched as Sirius' eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. Harry let his own mouth open and his eyes fluttered shut. "Sirius... please..." he echoed the other man's words. He pushed his hips forward, nudging his arousal against Sirius' hand. Waves of need washed over him; he'd never wanted anything this much.

"Harry," Sirius stammered, trying to pull his hand away, but Harry wouldn't let him. "We... I... we can't do this."

Harry moved even closer to Sirius, keeping the man's hand on his hardness. "I want you, Sirius. So much."

"You're too young, Harry," Sirius protested, but Harry could feel the man's hand, and he wasn't trying to move it away any more.

"I'm sixteen, Sirius. Old enough. I bet you had at least kissed by sixteen..." Harry breathed, looking at the older man, hoping...

Now Sirius smiled. "You're right, actually. We'd done a bit more by then... I suppose it wouldn't..." Sirius appeared to have made a decision, because he closed his eyes and pressed his lips to Harry's, softly.

If his mouth hadn't been otherwise occupied, Harry would have shouted happily; but as it was, he settled for moaning softly and parting his lips, hoping his godfather would take the kiss farther.

But Sirius started to pull back, and Harry wasn't going to let that happen. He took his hand off of Sirius', and wrapped his arms around the older man, pulling them closer. Sirius got his hand out of the way just in time, because Harry was intent on pressing every possible inch of his young body against him.

Sirius' hard, strong body felt even better than Harry had imagined. He reveled in the heat coming off of the man's body and took advantage of his shock to deepen the kiss. Sirius' mouth was hot and wet and Harry pushed his arousal against his thigh.

At first, Harry thought Sirius would push him away; the body against his stiffened and Sirius didn't kiss back. But then... Harry moaned low in his throat as he felt arms come up to encircle him, pulling him even closer, and a tongue began to spar with his. Best of all, as Sirius pulled him closer, Harry felt unmistakable hardness digging into his lower belly, and the thigh pressing against his own erection pushed forward.

The kiss went on for what seemed to be forever, but it was still too soon when Sirius pulled back. Harry looked up at him, hoping that the glazed look on Sirius' face was a good thing.

"That was amazing," Harry breathed. It was definitely much better, and hotter, than his first kiss with Fred. Sirius' experience must be the difference, and Harry felt weak in the knees at the thought of what else Sirius knew how to do...

Sirius' eyes finally focused on Harry. "You're amazing, Harry," he breathed, and Harry smiled. "Are you sure about this?"

Harry smiled even more widely. Sirius' question meant that he wasn't stopping just yet. "More sure than I've ever been about anything," he said firmly.

Sirius sighed. "Did I even have a chance?"

Harry shook his head. "Nope!" Then he moaned as he felt Sirius' hands slide down his back, to cup his ass, barely covered by the silky material.

Sirius' voice had gone deeper. "These shorts should be illegal on you," he growled, squeezing Harry's firm buttocks.

Harry gasped, close to climax just from Sirius touching him like this. "Want me to take them off?" he murmured.

"God, yes," Sirius answered softly. "But not here." He didn't stop touching Harry, though.

"Where?" Harry asked impatiently.

"Good question. If you leave the vicinity of your uncle's house, the wards will sound the alarms in Dumbledore's office. We don't want that..." Sirius mused.

"We could go to my room," suggested Harry as casually as he could when he was hard as a rock and his godfather was caressing his ass. His arousal ached and he wanted so badly for Sirius to touch him all over.

Sirius looked down at him. "I don't know if that's wise."

"I've got the door jammed from the inside. No one can get in. We can go in the window, like I got out. They never bother me when they don't have to," Harry said quickly, worried about Sirius changing his mind.

The older man bit his lip, clearly torn. Just to be sure, Harry rubbed himself against Sirius, saying, "Please? Just for a little while..."

Sirius' eyes fluttered shut and he moaned, "You're a little vixen, you know that? All right. It's against my better judgment, but I think I lost that some time ago. Lead on, Harry."