The Kinkiness of Harry

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Chapter Eleven

The first three days that Harry was back at work were the hardest. He couldn’t stop thinking about a tall, blond aristocrat and again it showed in his performance, or rather lack of performance, at work. He had to focus and concentrate solely on his projects and reports because all this waiting and yearning wasn’t making the time fly by any faster. So by Friday morning, he was finally caught up and now he could relax a little. Not too much, of course, because he would begin to think again.

Harry started organising his folders to get them in order, but couldn’t find any tabs or labels. He went in search of his assistant (a name she gave herself), but she was nowhere to be found. Sighing, the young wizard knew he had only a few hours left before he went home and he hated leaving a project undone. The storage room was in the basement and Harry dreaded going down there because it gave him time to daydream. He had to think of something else. Anything. But he couldn’t.

As the minutes ticked away, Harry finally gave in to his lustful visions. He absently wiped his sweaty palms on his trousers then brushed his forehead off with the back of his hand. He passed a men’s room and thought it was best to stop off there first before embarrassing himself in front of the women who ran the storage area. As he stood in front of the sink, he debated whether or not to ‘take care of business’ right now.

No. He’d wait. The raven-hair man turned the knob and splashed cold water on his face. He leaned down for a third time when he felt a strong presence behind him. Harry tried to bolt upright but a firm hand kept him bent over.

“I’ve missed you,” a low, soft voice whispered in his ear.

Harry couldn’t help but sigh. Finally. And perfect timing as well. But it suddenly occurred to him that this man in back of him wasn’t Lucius. It was his stance, his presence, and his smell that told him. He knew who was behind him.

“Stephan,” he said, unable to hide the small disappointment in his voice.

“Hello, Harry,” he purred.

Harry stood up quickly and spun around to face his ex-boyfriend.

“What makes you think my name is Harry?” he asked in a nervous voice. “And how did you find out where I worked?”

“Please, Harry. Give me a little more credit than that.”

But Harry arched an eyebrow and crossed his arms waiting for an answer.

Stephan scoffed then rolled his eyes. “All right then. I followed you this morning and I …”

“You what?”

“Oh please Harry. Don’t act so shocked. Did you really think you could keep a secret from me?” the other man said playfully.

Harry clenched his teeth and glared at him.

Stephan took a step closer to him. “Come on now. Aren’t you glad to see me?” he said as he reached out to touch the inside of Harry’s leg.

“Stop it, Stephan,” he said shortly as he swatted the young man’s hand away.

“My, my, Mr Potter. Why are you being so crabby?” he said in a high girlish voice. He took another step closer. “Is it because you’re upset that I haven’t called you?”

Harry took a step back. “What do you want, Stephan?” he said flatly.

Stephan winked and licked his lips sensually. “You know what.”

“I have work to do,” Harry said, walking briskly passed him.

The dark-haired man took a hold of Harry’s arm and turned him around, but Harry jerked his arm away.

“I said stop it, Stephan. It’s over.”

Stephan sighed. “Look, I came here to let you know I’ve changed my mind.” Harry opened his mouth to speak, but the young man went on. “I’ll do it.”

Harry narrowed his eyes. “Do what?”

His ex-boyfriend smirked and leaned his face towards him. “What you asked me. Anything you want, Harry. Anything.”

The wizard tilted his head and looked at him suspiciously. Stephan's smile turned into a full grin. He advanced closer until he was face to face with Harry.

“Anything, Harry,” he repeated. “Whips, leather,” he whispered, running his hands up and down the front of Harry’s legs. “Spankings. All of it.”

Harry’s breath caught in his throat. Stephan was a good lover and a great boyfriend, but aside from being too much like a snotty girl, he was also a prude.

When it was evident that Harry wasn’t protesting, his ex wrapped his arms around him and pulled him in till their bodies touched.

“Harry,” he breathed, nuzzling into his neck

Harry opened his mouth to softly gasp as Stephan rubbed his crotch up against his.

“You can do anything you want to me.”

The young wizard’s eyes shot open and pushed Stephan back.

“To you?” he spat.

“Of course. Isn’t that what you were talking about before you left?”

“No, it bloody well wasn’t what I was referring to and you know it!”

“Harry,” he began, shaking his head. “You know you’d make a lousy bitch.”

“Bitch? Is that what you were, Stephan? My bitch?”

Stephan wrinkled his nose and puckered his lips. “Of course. And you liked it, didn’t you, Harry?” he purred.

Harry’s eyes grew dark. He rapidly approached Stephan and yanked his head back by his hair.

“Is this what you want?” he hissed. Harry grabbed the back of his ex’s trousers and thrust himself against him. “You want me to fuck you, Stephan? Bend you over right here in the lavatory? Is that what you want?” he asked him, as they stood there nose to nose.

“Ahhh. Yesss, Harry. Do it. Fuck me. Right here. I want it and I know you want it,” Stephan rasped through a shaky voice.

Harry’s body stilled for a moment as he thought of his revenge, to give Stephan exactly what he begged for. To be fucked. But instead, his muscles tensed from disgust and pushed his ex away so hard that Stephan fell backwards and onto the floor.

Harry towered over him and growled, “Sod off, Stephan. Find yourself another he-man to bugger you.”

The angry Gryffindor turned back to the sink to wash his hands, hoping to get the boy’s stink off him.

“He-man? Is that what you think you are?” he said as he rose to his feet. “Ha! You’re nothing but a bloody ponce, Harry! You probably can’t even get your older friend to shag you!”

“Shut up!” Harry shouted, whirling around.

“Wait till everyone hears that Harry Potter wants to be buggered up the arse!” Stephan laughed as he headed for the door.

“Stephan!” he yelled.

“What?”

Harry’s ex landed on the ground again from a hard punch to his jaw.

“You bastard! You hit my face!”

“You better get out now before I hit something else!”

“I can’t believe you hit me,” he whined.

“Get out!”

Stephan scrambled to his feet and ran out crying. Harry stood there shaking, fists clenched by his side.

“Bitch?” he asked unbelievingly. “He was only my bitch?”

Harry screamed as he smashed the mirror with the sides of his fists. Glass shattered everywhere but they managed not to hit Harry. He clutched the edge of the sink, head down and tears slowly rolled off his cheek.

“Only my bitch,” he whispered.


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Harry was so overwhelmed with shock that it took a full 20 seconds to realise that somebody else was behind him. A gentle hand caressed his back while the other pulled at his hips, pressing their bodies together.

“He’s not worth your tears, Harry.” Lucius murmured seductively into his ear. “Not one.”

Harry looked briefly over his shoulder and nodded. He took in a slow breath and whispered, “Am I your bitch?”

The young wizard gasped as his arm was twisted and held tightly to his spine while his head was roughly bent backwards.

“Don’t you ever use that word again!” the blond demanded. “Ever! Do you understand?”

Harry tried to form words but his throat was too constricted to speak. Lucius sensing this, tilted the boy’s head foreword just enough to get a reply.

“Yes,” Harry finally choked out.

His arm was released and fingers untwined from the raven hair, sliding to the front of Harry’s throat. The young wizard’s head tilted sideways and lips softly kissed his neck causing a groan of approval from him.

“You should know what you are to me by now.”

Harry nibbled on his lower lip and barely shook his head ‘no’.

The older wizard smiled and whispered into his ear, “Mine.”

Harry released a long and stuttering breath before slumping against the man’s body. He swallowed hard and dared to ask the forbidden question.

“Did you sleep with him?” he asked, closing his eyes.

Lucius’ body stilled briefly then said in a flat voice, “Yes.”

After a moment of thought came the next question. “Why?”

“To find you, Harry. And I did.”

There was a long stretch of silence between them before Harry spoke again.

“Why won't you sleep with me?”

The blond held him close and stroked the boy’s arms. “Not until you’re ready.”

“For what?” Harry asked in a slightly irritated voice.

Lucius leaned down and grazed his lips along Harry’s cheek. He guided the boy around to face him and cupped his jaw tenderly. Steel coloured eyes stared deeply into the green emeralds with complete sincerity.

“To claim me as yours.”

A thoughtful smile curved Harry’s mouth, changing quickly to a smirk.

“I don’t want anyone touching you,” he said firmly. “Nor you them.”

The blond arched his brow in amusement. “Agreed. And the same goes for you.”

“Agreed,” Harry concurred.

In one smooth movement, Lucius leaned down and gently applied his lips to the young man’s. A strong hand clasped around the base of Harry’s neck pulling him into a passionate kiss. It was the first real kiss they had shared since they began seeing each other. It lasted only a minute until Lucius reluctantly broke it off. Harry looked up at him puzzled.

“I can’t, Harry,” he said looking away and shaking his head. Harry frowned. “If we continue, I won't be able to stop.”

A playful smile reached the boy’s mouth. “Tonight?”

Lucius grinned wickedly. “Tonight,” he confirmed.

Harry watched the wizard walk to the door.

“And Harry?” the blond said, looking back over his shoulder.

“Yes?”

“Take care of yourself beforehand,” he said, glancing down to the boy’s bulge. “It’s going to be a long night.”

And with that, Lucius disappeared.


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