The Kinkiness of Harry

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Chapter Twelve


“Mr Potter?”

“Yes, Marie?” Harry answered, looking up from his report.

“I almost forgot to tell you that Mr Malfoy stopped by. He left this for you.” She walked over to Harry and handed him a neat stack of papers.

“Thank you, Marie,” Harry said politely as he gave it a quick glance.

It was the report Lucius had been promising him. He noticed a small piece of paper attached to the corner. It appeared to be blank, but no sooner had he looked at it, small words became visible. “8 o’clock.” Harry smiled.

She turned to leave and got as far as the door.

“Marie? Do you know anything about Mr Johnson being in this building?”

She thought for a moment. “Oh yes. The front desk called up and said he wanted to give you something personal but wouldn’t say what it was. Didn’t you meet with him?”

He gave her a stern look. She suddenly blushed at the thought of a Muggle being inside a top Wizarding building. It really never occurred to her until just now the mistake she had made. She was a Muggle witch so she should have known better. That and the fact that Mr Johnson was his “ex”.

“I’m sorry Mr Potter. Did they let him in?” she asked in a timid voice.

Harry sighed. There was nothing that could be done about it now. “Yes they did,” he said looking away. “Thank you, Marie. You can leave early today if you’d like.”

“Thank you sir,” Marie said a little too quickly.

“And Marie? Please close the door on your way out.”

“Yes, sir. Have a good weekend.”

“Thank you,” he said, nodding to her.

She closed the door and Harry immediately put a silencing spell on the room. He swiveled his chair around to face the window.

“Eight o’clock,” he mused as he closed his eyes and leaned back. Now would be a good as time as any to get ready.


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As Harry stepped out into the east wing of Malfoy Manor, he was surprised to find a small rectangular table a few feet in front of him, covered with a lacy white tablecloth. Above it, hung ten red candles. “Nothing was said about dinner,” Harry thought, now confused. He was definitely not dressed for it. Curious, he scanned the empty room for a moment before taking another step forward.

“Remove your clothes,” said a voice from behind him.

Harry closed his eyes and smiled.

“Now,” Lucius demanded.

Harry flinched at his firm tone, but obeyed. He reached up and began unbuttoning his shirt then slid it off his shoulders and pulled his arms out of the sleeves. He wasn’t sure where to put it so he just let it fall to the floor. He toed off his shoes and leaned over to pull of his socks. When he stood up, his hair was fisted and his head was yanked back.

“Are you purposely going slow?”

Harry shook his head. Lucius’ hand gradually relaxed and caressed Harry’s hair as he let it go. Harry’s trousers and pants dropped down in a heartbeat. As soon as he kicked them aside, he was nudged between his shoulder blades. He was led to the end of the table and was stopped abruptly by a tight grip on his neck.

“Turn around and lie down on your back.”

Without hesitation, Harry lowered his head, turned around and then scooted backwards on the table, letting his legs dangle over the edge. Instantly, a firm hand pushed on his chest.

“I told you to lie down.”

He was about to say “I’m sorry” but he knew what the response would be: “Don’t be sorry. Just obey.” He nodded instead. He knew either way, he’d receive punishment for his disobedience.

Lucius moved over to Harry’s side and roughly grabbed his arm and then the other, stretching them over his head. Each wrist was bound in leather, lined with soft fur. The young wizard didn’t resist even when nails clawed down his chest, but it invoked a small hiss from him. Harry kept his eyes focused on the floating candles as the nails continued to scratch, stopping finally at his knees. His legs were pulled apart and his ankles were bound to the table legs. The blond walked back over to the side and knelt beside Harry’s ear who was staring with complete fascination at the candles. They seemed to have lowered.

“Those are enchanted candles, Harry,” explained Lucius. “The melted wax will be five times hotter than a normal one.”

Harry swallowed nervously and his muscles tightened as one of them hovered just above his pierced nipple. It began to tilt slightly and one drop fell directly on it. Harry gasped and closed his eyes tightly, wincing at the biting pain.

“Keep your eyes open,” commanded the blond.

Harry snapped his eyes open just in time to see another drop fall. It landed on the exact same place as the first one, but it stung just the same. A sharp breath was sucked into Harry’s open mouth and caught in his throat. He willed his eyes not to close. The candle shifted a little and this time poured a stream of liquid, encircling the ring.

“Uhh,” Harry moaned deeply.

The other candles started repositioning and the young wizard’s breathing sped up. He watched in horror and a twinge of excitement as they, one by one, dropped steaming hot wax on random parts of his body. Harry’s head pressed into the table, arching his back in the process. He cried out loudly when a single drop hit the inside of his leg. Another one struck Harry’s other leg. It was a moment before he realised that all the other candles had stopped. His skin was now hot and red welts surrounded each clump of wax. But the wax hadn’t cooled off yet!

The candles were still tilted just enough for the wax to linger dangerously at the edge. Harry was so preoccupied with watching them that his body jumped when a frozen substance touched his nipple. It was a chunk of ice. Lucius set bits of ice upon Harry’s body, carefully avoiding the melted wax. The crystallised cubes collided with the burned spots that decorated his body. He twisted side to side, up and down, as if he was trying to get away from them. But every wiggle just intensified the sensations. Hot and cold. Frozen and heated. Never before had two opposite flavors felt so conflicting, and it unexpectedly turned Harry on.

The young wizard held his breath and closed his eyes, immobilising his body through sheer will. Harry let out a yelp as a sharp pain attacked the bottom of his foot. The sudden jolt caused the liquid matter to start the hot/cold feeling all over again.

“Did I tell you to close your eyes?” Lucius hissed.

“N-no,” Harry stuttered as the sensations recalled his senses.

The aristocrat’s eyes narrowed and with a wave of his wand, the restraints attached to his ankles were released from the table and Harry’s legs lifted upwards, suspending in midair. Lucius caressed the young wizard’s penis with the palm of his hand. Harry’s hips rose up to meet it causing the ice and wax to continue their fluxing. The man’s fingers curled around the base of the boy’s cock and lightly squeezed, gradually adding more pressure. Locked in a tight grasp, the fist slowly pulled the skin towards Harry then back down. Harry began to squirm at the slow teasing. He no longer cared about the movements of the contents that adorned the rest of his body. He gasped as a wet finger feathered around his closed entrance.

“Please,” was the only word that came out of Harry’s mouth.

But the finger barely entered inside only to slide out. The young man struggled in earnest now at the merciless teasing. Digit by digit it reinserted until it was fully sheathed. The finger stopped and Harry’s eyes pleaded at Lucius.

“Do you want more, Harry?” he whispered.

Harry’s only response was, “Ahhh.”

Lucius’ finger withdrew slightly before pushing back in.

“I want to hear you say it.”

The boy’s legs trembled and his breath caught in his throat. Words failed him again.

“Say it,” the blond demanded.

“Yes…oh, gods…please,” he begged.

Lucius smiled and started fucking him with his finger in the same fashion as his fist. Harry’s hips rose, trying to make the strokes go faster. The older wizard stopped him with a heavy weight of his knuckles.

“Don’t move,” ordered Lucius.

Harry groaned in frustration but sucked in a gulp of air as another finger was added.

“More…”

Another finger and a harder stroke on his cock were given to him.

“What do you want, Harry?”

“P-please,” he murmured.

“What do you want?” he repeated, plunging all three fingers deep inside.

“For you to fuck me!” Harry cried out.

Another swish of Lucius’ wand and the ice and wax vanished, leaving only a hint of pain. The man removed his fingers and replaced them with the tip of his cock, lingering just outside. Lucius held onto it and made small circles around the ring.

“No more! I can't take any more!”

The older wizard complied, thrusting in till he reached the back. Lucius paused, savouring the tight channel. He leaned over the prone boy and tenderly kissed him.

“I’ve wanted to do this since the first moment I saw you in that club,” he whispered into Harry’s mouth.

“Let me touch you,” he whimpered and instantly his bonds were removed.

Harry wrapped his legs around Lucius’ waist and his arms held him close. The aristocrat rotated his hips as he pulled halfway out then plummeted back in. Both men cried out. Lucius rocked against Harry before thrusting in and out, keeping in time with his fist that was still locked onto the young wizard’s cock. Faster and faster the blond pumped as their body slid against each other. After what seemed like seconds, Lucius shot up and yanked Harry’s hips to him. The man threw his head back and arched his spine. The sight of Lucius losing control was too much for Harry.

“I...I….”

But words were useless at this point. Lucius slammed into Harry as their climax hit them. Stilling abruptly, they felt each other shudder before exploding together. Small but powerful convulsions wracked through their taut muscles for a few minutes. Lucius collapsed on top of Harry, who immediately embraced him in a warm affectionate hug. As his breathing slowed back down to normal, the blond nibbled on Harry’s ear.

“And the evening has only begun.” Neither one knew who said it.


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