The Kinkiness of Harry

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Chapter Fourteen


Whilst Harry finished cleaning off himself and Lucius Malfoy, he replayed the last hour in his head. Something had just changed and the more he thought about it, the more convinced he became. This is not what he wanted.

Harry sat back on his haunches, bowed his head and sighed softly. The tall blond sensed the boy’s change in demeanor. He tilted his head, looking at him curiously.

“Harry? Are you all right?”

The young man slowly shook his head and then rose to his feet. Before Lucius could ask, Harry reached behind his neck and unclasped the leather collar. He stared at it as he held it in his hands.

“You told me at the beginning you will do absolutely nothing without my consent.”

“Yes,” Lucius said cautiously.

“You also said it was my choice and the things that you were going to do would be done for me.”

“Yes.”

Harry circled a metal spike with his thumb. “When you were going to send me away, you knew I was going to protest.”

“Yes, I suppose I did,” Lucius admitted with a small nod.

“This,” Harry held out the collar to prove his point, “is what you really want. You want to train me to be your slave.”

Harry looked into the silver eyes that betrayed nothing. He took a step forward and dropped the collar at the blond’s feet.

“Find someone else,” Harry said flatly.

Lucius remained silent.

“Goodbye, Mr Malfoy.”

Harry turned around, accio’d his clothes and flooed back home. Lucius stared at the empty fireplace for a good half hour before it registered what had just happened.

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The following week passed slowly for Harry. He poured himself into his assignments at work hoping to forget about a certain blond. But it was no use. Whilst his boss, Arthur Weasley appreciated Harry’s dedication, the boy’s sullenness caused him to worry. He called in Harry’s best friend – his son, Ron, in the hopes to lighten Harry’s mood. That failed as well. By Friday, Harry was absolutely livid. Not just at Lucius Malfoy but also at himself being unable to let the man go.

Harry rushed home after work, planning to drown his troubles into the smoky air of some forgotten club. He opened the door of his flat and turned on the light. Harry froze. A folded parchment was suspended in the air not more than four feet in front of him. Harry crossed the threshold and closed the door, still staring at it. Words appeared as soon as he came within three feet.

“Touch me with your wand.”

Eyes still fixed on the paper, he pulled out his wand and lightly tapped it. In a flash, the parchment opened and Harry held his breath as he slowly read the familiar writing.


“Dearest Harry,

Thank you for opening this letter, I hope you will read this with an open heart. I wanted this opportunity to apologise to you regarding my inexcusable behaviour last weekend. I offer you an honest explanation with no intentions of gaining your forgiveness because I know it is not warranted. But here it is nonetheless.

After my beloved wife died I swore that I would never succumb to love again. I distanced myself from all types of relationships save one. Meaningless sexual encounters. My tastes have always been equally divided between both sexes, but with the loss of my wife, I could no longer look at another woman. I thought I was in some way erasing her memory. So because of this, I chose men.

The men I had chosen to sleep with were, in a word – submissive. Being a natural dominant male, it was easy to conform myself into the role of a Master. It filled my need to control and I thrived on the power I had over another. The men were willing of course and longed to be taken care of. That, however, I could not give. Pleasure and pain, yes. But not dependency.

But after all these years of being a Master, I still mourned my wife. I went to my favourite Muggle Off-License store, in hopes of drowning my sorrows. It was there that I found you that fateful night – the night that would change my life forever. I will admit I only saw you as another conquest. Another slave. I began to pursue you in the same fashion I had done with all the countless others. But something about you set you apart. No, it wasn’t your repute or your status in the Wizarding World, but your passion, your trust. You gave yourself to me so freely, without losing yourself in the process. That touched something within me like no other, Harry.

Last weekend, you had begged me not let you go and to train you. I felt that familiar need for dependency within that moment and it angered me. I once again assumed the role of a Master. You, however, recognised the change in me and walked away without a second thought. That, Harry, is what I have longed for. A rival lover. I just never realised that until you left.

You have awakened my heart that has been as cold as the snow in winter, Harry, and I do not want to lose you. I ask that you forgive me and accept my offer that awaits you in your dining area. If you chose no, simply touch this letter with your wand and it will disintegrate and I will not trouble you again. If you chose yes, remove your clothes and put on the robe that is hanging to your right.

Whatever you decide, Harry, I will abide by it. The choice is yours.

Lucius Malfoy.”

Harry blinked several times and his heart sank as he read the poignant letter for the third time. His body trembled as he realised that he wanted the same thing and he wasn’t about to let this man go. He glanced at the beautiful, silk robe hovering to the right and then back at the letter. His decision was easy. He quickly undressed and the robe caressed his skin, sending gooseflesh in its wake. Harry timidly walked over to the dining area and gasped.

His small dining table was now the size of a bed and it was covered with so many red rose petals that they were falling over the edge. Harry took a few more steps into the room and gasped again as he was pulled backwards by a pair of loving hands until he was leaning into the strong body of Lucius Malfoy. Harry closed his eyes and sighed. He flinched in surprise as soft lips grazed lightly against his ear.

“Thank you, Harry,” he breathed.

The tall aristocrat turned Harry around to face him. Lucius was wearing a similar robe. He gently placed his hands behind Harry’s neck and bent down to kiss him. Harry moaned.

“Please accept my gift to you, Harry.”

Harry frowned in confusion.

Lucius smiled and placed Harry’s hands on his chest. “Take your pleasure from me, Harry. Anyway that you wish.”

Harry smiled in return. He parted Lucius’ robe, sliding it over his shoulders. The older wizard sighed, closed his eyes and let his head fell back, exposing his neck. Harry’s desire suddenly overwhelmed him and immediately he latched onto his lover’s throat, sinking his teeth into his skin. Lucius gasped.

This was not about sex, but about claiming what was his. And Lucius allowed it. Wanted it.

Harry spun Lucius around and backed him up till his knees hit the edge of the table. He kissed Lucius fiercely and with a gentle push, the blond laid prone before him, legs dangling. Harry spread his legs further apart and knelt down in between them. He feathered his fingers along Lucius’ thigh, down and back up again. Harry took hold of the older wizard’s balls, gripping it hard enough to where Lucius cried out in anguished pleasure. Harry’s tongue swirled around the tip of the man’s shaft before burying the blond’s length deep inside his mouth. Lucius clutched the sides of the table.

Harry firmly took hold of the base and sucked harder as his head bobbed up and down until Lucius’ hips began bucking, moving against every thrust. Sensing the blond’s approaching orgasm, Harry stopped and pulled back, taking the foreskin with him. He pursed his mouth tight when he reached the end and squeezed the sensitive glans between his lips, causing Lucius to groan. Harry gave the tip once last lick before running his tongue down the shaft and continuing further, pausing at the man’s tightly clenched muscle.

“Have you ever been…”

“No,” came the soft reply.

Harry flushed at the knowledge that he was going to be Lucius’ first.

“I’ll go slowly,” he whispered.

“No, Harry. Don’t hold back.”

And if to prove his point, Lucius gestured to a nearby table. Harry retrieved a tube of Muggle lotion and blushed. Not only was it a lubricant, but a flavoured one at that! Cherry flavoured. How appropriate. Still, Harry would try to be careful, but the man’s scent was strong here and he knew he would soon give in to his own need.

Harry knelt back down and coated three of his fingers with the oil and a generous amount on the virgin flesh. Using one hand, he spread Lucius’ arse open wider whilst the other worked small circles just outside the entrance. Harry felt him tense but he knew it was now or never. His finger pressed against the opening and gingerly pushed inside. Lucius inhaled sharply and Harry paused.

“Shh. Try to relax.”

Lucius nodded but Harry pulled out anyway and started licking and sucking the twitching flesh. He probed his tongue in and out and felt his lover’s leg muscles slacken with every thrust. Harry lifted Lucius’ legs and draped them over his shoulder. Hearing a deep breath released, Harry joined one finger with his tongue and it slipped in easily. Harry inwardly sighed. Carefully, he slid the finger in and out all the while lapping the surrounding area. Another finger was added and no resistance was felt. Harry began a steady rhythm, deep and slow. Lucius’ legs tensed again but this time it was accompanied with heavy breathing.

Harry reached over Lucius’ leg and blindly reached for his cock. It was hard. He rose to knees, letting the man’s legs slide down his arms. Harry leaned over and closed his lips once more around Lucius’ erection and moved in time with his fingers. He added a third. His fingers slid in and out smoothly now so he twisted them slightly until he was completely confident that Lucius was ready.

Harry pulled his fingers out, released Lucius’ cock from his mouth and stood. He nudged the man’s hips, indicating that he wanted him to scoot back. The blond complied and Harry climbed up on the table. For the first time, he noticed that the table was padded. He smiled softly at Lucius and stroked the side of one of his legs then guided it over his own. Harry braced himself on his elbows then shifted his weight on one whilst his other hand angled his cock to align with Lucius’ prepared hole. He steadied himself again and slightly pushed in.

As to be expected, Lucius gasped and Harry stilled. Distracting Lucius with a deep kiss, he inched a little further inside. Harry rotated his hips, pulled back slightly and pressed in again. It finally dawned on Harry that he was now fully sheathed. He raised his head and gazed into the beautiful grey eyes. Lucius nodded.

Harry rested his forehead on top of his lover’s and began a steady but sure pace. He lowered his hips, trapping Lucius’ cock in between. The blond gripped Harry’s waist and urged Harry to go faster. That’s all it took for him to lose control. He increased the speed and soon was driving into the tight hole faster and faster, deeper and deeper. Arching and twisting his hips, Lucius cried out as his swollen prostate was found. The sensation of Lucius clenching down, sent Harry over the edge of no return.

Harry pounded into Lucius, leg muscles on the verge of cramping. He shouted as he felt his impending orgasm approach and snapped his hips violently with each pulse of his release. It was one of the strongest orgasms Harry had ever experienced. He let himself fully empty before collapsing on top of Lucius. Both of their hearts thumped hard against each other and their shoulders heaved in the aftershocks. Neither wanted this to end.

Lucius made the first move, wrapping Harry within his trembling arms and legs. Taking a long and deep breath, Harry pulled himself up to his elbows and narrowed his eyes. The blond frowned in confusion.

“Lucius Malfoy, I claim you as mine,” he hissed.

Lucius’ eyes widened and pulled Harry down for a deep, all-consuming kiss.


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