The Kinkiness of Harry

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Chapter Ten


Harry reached over and retrieved the washcloth and soap while Lucius sat up straight. The boy lathered up the cloth and placed the bar of soap back down. Gingerly, he began stroking the wizard’s chest and saw for the first time that the man had only a small circle of blond hair surrounding his nipples and a patch in the center of his chest. Harry tried to focus on the foams that were caressing the body in front of him rather than looking into the man’s eyes. He was so nervous and was afraid that somehow he’d do this wrong.

Lucius smiled. “Relax, Harry.”

The young Gryffindor barely nodded and glanced up before lowering his eyes back down. Harry carefully lifted up Lucius’ arms one by one, thoroughly cleaning underneath. After completely rinsing him off, the blond slowly turned around so Harry could continue on his back. He took as much extra care as he did with the man’s front, even though his hands were shaking. When he was finished and made sure all soap was rinsed off, Lucius rose to his feet, exposing his entire backside. Harry gazed in awe at the man’s muscular legs and ran his fingers slowly up and down, slightly out of breath.

After washing the front and back of Lucius’ legs, Harry’s hands briefly paused when his hands came in contact with the blond’s perfectly round arse. He closed his eyes and absently circled the cheeks, lingered a bit too long on it before creeping his fingers into the crease. Harry sighed and leaned forward into the man so his body could lightly graze over his skin. One hand pried Lucius’ cheek apart while the other circled around the opening with the cloth. The young man wiggled a finger free from underneath the material and slowly pressed it just inside the older wizard. Harry, keeping his eyes closed, tilted his head back and opened his mouth, breathing shallow. In a matter of seconds, however, he was grabbed roughly by his wrist and was yanked to his feet.

“What are you doing?” hissed Lucius.

Harry, caught by surprise, blinked rapidly and gasped the sudden movement that left him suspended merely by one arm. He wobbled on the balls of his feet and his heart began pounding wildly in his chest. His normally bronzed face had turned white.

“I-I was only…”

“You were taking liberties that you were not given,” the blond sneered.

“Yes,” Harry whispered in a low and unsteady voice.

His arm was yanked up higher, pulling him closer to Lucius’ hardened face. “And for that you will be punished.”

Harry could only nod.

“Out,” the blond demanded, finally releasing the boy’s arm and pushing him against the side of the tub.

Harry slipped on the tiles as he stepped out of the tub, but quickly caught himself before falling. He took two towels off the rack and offered one to Lucius. The man snatched it away from him and pointed towards the bedroom, indicating for Harry to move and to move fast. He wasted no time drying off and throwing the damp material on the sink and then sprinting into the other room.

“Kneel.”

The young wizard immediately dropped down to his knees and bowed his head. He felt the man circle him a few times before standing in front of him.

“Do you admit that what you did was wrong?”

“Yes, sir,” Harry said softly.

“And for that you shall be punished?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good,” the blond said with satisfaction.

Lucius walked over to his large cabinet and unlocked it. Harry heard some sort of movement but still did not look up. He kept his eyes lowered and within seconds saw in his peripheral vision a long strip of leather dangling a few feet in front of him.

“Stand up.”

Harry slowly rose to his feet and still kept his eyes locked on the floor. He flinched slightly as each wrist was bound in cuffs and his arms were stretched up, spreading them apart.

“I think four will be enough,” Lucius said quietly as he swayed the whip back and forth. “Do you not agree?”

The raven-hair boy nodded and whispered, “Yes.”

A single hand touch Harry’s back and stroked it gently. Almost lovingly. “This will in fact hurt,” Lucius warned.

Harry nodded again but tensed up instantly, despite the tender caress.

Without any warning, the first lash of the whip hit him diagonally on his back, causing the boy to lunge forward. Harry gasped loudly before clenching his teeth and tightly pursing his eyes closed. He took in several sharp breaths to calm himself, but it wasn’t working. Panic filled his body as he waited for the next strike. A minute soon went by, leaving Harry shaking uncontrollably from his expectancy. The second lash caused the young wizard to cry out and he began to thrash about, tugging desperately at his restraints. The third hit was within seconds, causing Harry to scream.

“Gods! Please! No more!” Harry yelled.

But the older man merely sighed. “This is for you own good, Harry,” he said softly. “You must learn discipline.”

The Gryffindor boy jumped up and down, sobbing hysterically. “Please,” he whimpered.

Finally, the fourth lash struck his bleeding back, running straight across it. Harry sucked in a large amount of air before screaming in agony. He continued to gasp out loud before more screams came out of his raw throat until no more would come. The young man began to feel lightheaded and was sure he would faint from the excruciating pain. His head fell forward, chin hitting his chest. He could feel sweat pouring out from his face just like he could feel the blood dripping down his back. He soon realised it wasn’t just sweat falling from his face but his own tears.

Harry’s lungs heaved as he tried to catch all the air it could possibly hold. When his arms were finally freed of his binds, he didn’t even have the strength to control them so they just dropped limply to his side. Harry’s legs were also too weak to support his weight and his knees buckled, but oddly he didn’t fall. Instead, he was caught by the same man who had just punished him.

“Shh, Harry. I’ve got you,” the man whispered affectionately.

The young wizard was led back into the bath and was carefully lowered into warm, fresh water. He felt a presence behind him that was scooting Harry forward, to make just enough room for Lucius. The boy gasped sharply as a soft hand ran over his wounds, but the touch appeared to heal them, even take the pain away. By the pleasant sensation, Harry’s breathing eventually returned to normal and his body relaxed.

“I’m sorry, Harry, but you really need to learn patience and discipline. I will repeat myself just one more time. You will do only what I say and no more. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir,” he replied with a small nod. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. Just obey the rules.”

“I’ll try.”

Harry’s hair was firmly pulled back enough for his sad emerald eyes looked up into the silver ones.

“You will not try. You will behave or this ends now. Understand?”

Having gone through this agonising torment, Harry could easily put an end to this right now. And in his heart, he knew that was precisely what Lucius was doing. Giving him a way out. But is that truly what Harry wanted? Did he want this to end just because he was punished for disobeying the rules? His mind struggled with this dilemma all the while he gazed at the man behind him.

“It’s all right, Harry,” said Lucius softly. “You’re allowed to say ‘no’. It’s whatever you want.”

Harry continued to watch Lucius’ soften expression before he smiled wearily. He did need to learn patience. There was no denying that.

“I…I just wanted to please you,” Harry professed.

“No, Harry. You were pleasing yourself and overstepped the boundaries,” he corrected.

The boy’s smiled faded and closed his eyes.

“Yes,” Harry said reluctantly. “I did.”

“Do you want to decide now or later? I can wait.”

A smile crept across Harry’s lips. “I want to continue,” he whispered.

No sooner did his words escape that he found himself wrapped in strong arms.

“Good,” the blond said softly, nipping at his ears. “I must confess, I hoped you would.”

“May I … hug you?”

Lucius leaned back and guided Harry around so he could face him. He helped the trembling boy overlap his legs over his and pulled him in close.

“Anytime I embrace you, you have permission to embrace me back,” the older wizard told him.

Instantly, Harry clung to the man’s chest, compressing their bodies. Lucius began to pet the boy’s hair gently and nuzzled his face in Harry’s neck.

“Shh, it’s all right now,” the older wizard whispered softly, feeling the boy’s warm tears land on his bare chest.

One of his hands nudged the Gryffindor’s arse to move closer and rocked his own hips against Harry’s. Their semi-erections came in contact with each other and Harry held his breath and fisted Lucius’ long hair with his fingers.

“That’s it, Harry. That’s it”

Harry’s legs stiffened and he locked his ankles together behind Lucius. As one hand pressed the raven hair to his neck, the other stayed firmly planted on the top part of Harry’s arse. Lucius pulled in his legs and rested his heels against the boy. He cradled Harry securely and started a rhythm that could be described as a push me-pull me.

“Faster, Harry. Go as fast you want.”

Harry moaned as he began to thrust his hips forward, causing a powerful friction.

“Yesss. More.”

Harry moved their bodies in even closer with his legs and his arms squeezed tightly around Lucius’ ribs. He knew they must’ve looked like two wild animals humping each other, but at this point, he felt like they were doing just that. Lucius cooed softly to him in his ear which only caused Harry to pump faster. The blond snaked his hand between their sweat-soaked stomachs and molded it around their twin shafts. Harry cried out sharply from surprise and his body flew backwards from the sudden intensity. Lucius caught him and pulled Harry back up and holding them closely together.

The young wizard rested his wet forehead in Lucius’ neck whilst he laced his fingers in a tight grip behind the man’s neck. Harry’s breathing was far beyond erratic as he felt his climax approaching and he gasped through an unrestrained voice, sounding closer to a growl. Lucius, in return, tightened his hold on their erections and pumped faster as he felt his own orgasm impending. The two men worked as one, grinding against each other, until their muscles became taut and then froze as the waves of ecstasy hit them.

Lucius, who up until now, whispered words of encouragement and desire into Harry’s ears, was breathing heavily through his open mouth with occasional moans laced in. Harry, however, began shaking uncontrollably and moaned loudly into the blond’s slick skin. He barely felt the hands that were stroking his damp hair and the arms comforting his trembling body. His head was swimming when he finally heard the older wizard speak.

“Harry,” the low voice rasped. “Harry...”

His name wasn’t said as a question or to gain his attention, but rather words of passion and perhaps even… love? Harry shuddered as this thought came to him and clung to him tightly, wanting the man to continue doing anything he wanted to do.

“Harry,” Lucius began again. “That was…”

“Incredible,” Harry said, finishing the sentence through his parched throat.

“Yesss. It was.”

They held onto each other for a long time, riding out the electrifying sensations that enveloped their bodies. It was only when both men’s heartbeats returned to a somewhat normal state that Lucius moved. He started slowly washing Harry’s back, enticing new moans from him. He stopped only briefly to lather up the washcloth then resumed his thorough cleaning on the young man.

“Harry,” Lucius said as he rinsed off Harry’s face. “I will be gone for an undetermined amount of time.”

Harry gasped and his eyes flew open in horror.

“Why?” he said in a panicked voice.

The blond softly smiled and continued rinsing Harry off, watching his skin flush.

“Business,” he said simply.

He glanced back up to the sad emerald eyes and shook his head ever so slightly. He cupped the boy’s face and stroked his bottom lip with his thumb.

“Do not worry. I’m not leaving you. I will be back.”

Harry lowered his head and nodded once.

Lucius lifted his head to meet his smoky grey eyes.

“Patience, Harry,” he smiled. “Remember?”

The younger wizard gave a half smile and nodded again. “Patience,” he repeated.


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