The Kinkiness of Harry

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Chapter Fifteen


Lucius Malfoy had just finished buttoning up his shirt when the sound of the front door slamming shut echoed loudly throughout their shared London flat. Ah, yes. It was one of those days. As the days living with Harry turned into weeks, Lucius began to learn the pattern of his young lover. Most days were normal and Harry would come home, ready for anything that the evening would bring. But then there were days like today where Harry would come home full of anger or frustration from his long day at work, and the last thing Harry wanted to do was ‘play’.

Lucius smiled as he poignantly recalled his beloved Narcissa’s mood swings. Once or twice a month, Lucius would enter into their bedroom only to be thrown up against the wall and his clothes would be savagely ripped off his body. When their son, Draco had begun schooling at Hogwarts, however, Lucius was attacked almost the moment he had arrived home in the evening. Narcissa was always in charge during those moments and Lucius only had to lie back and let her take whatever she needed from him. The house-elves made sure they stayed as far away from the couple as possible on those days because they had learnt one valuable piece of information: Never cross paths of a hormonally charged Narcissa Malfoy.

His young lover, on the other hand, usually responded in three different ways when Harry came home from work. The first was the most obvious. He would pounce on Lucius in the same manner as his late wife had done with the exception that Harry took the role as the top. Those were one of the rare times that Harry’s male hormones had demanded total control and Lucius allowed it. The second type of behaviour was to have Lucius brutally ravage Harry until they both collapsed from exhaustion.

Both were a good way to divert Harry’s frustrations.

But it was the third way that Lucius actually loved the best. Having spent the entire day with chaos from overly-heated meetings and such, Harry only wanted to be held and needed the reassurance that he was loved. Lucius knew exactly how Harry felt and he himself missed the tenderness of gentle lovemaking, so Lucius was only too happy to oblige. But in complete honesty, Lucius didn’t care one way or another which direction those particular days went, all he cared about was knowing that he was claimed. By Harry. Funny what love does to a man.

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Harry was panting hard and his arms trembled as they braced his body against the wall. His head was lowered and it was shaking side to side. On nights such as these in the past, Harry would've put on his usual outfit and spent the evening in that cloudy, musky place of a club, being fucked by anyone and everyone that wanted him. But now things were different. Now Harry had someone who made him feel complete. No longer did Harry have a ‘bitch’ to come home to or have the endless sea of lovers that always left him - all because Harry wanted to step down from the dominate role and simply be taken.

Now there was Lucius Malfoy.

One thing that Harry loved most about Lucius was how flexible the man was. It seemed that Lucius never minded Harry's ever-changing mood swings. Harry thought maybe it was the fact that Lucius was married for so long, or perhaps it was because the man was twice his age and was definitely more mature and held more control of his emotions. He was surprised to learn, however, that Lucius would actually allow himself to be taken by Harry some days instead of always insisting on being the top. Harry admired that aspect of Lucius – that no matter which way it went, Lucius always maintained his composure as well as his masculinity. Being the bottom didn’t mean you had to give up your dignity. That’s one lesson Harry learnt from Lucius that would stay with him forever.

“Harry.”

That one word alone always brought Harry comfort. He spun around and hugged Lucius tightly around his waist, pulling him in close. Lucius gasped in surprise but then immediately embraced Harry in his arms, lightly stroking his back and nuzzling his cheek in Harry’s hair.

“Shh. You’re home now.”

Harry never wanted to just ‘talk about it’, he wanted comfort, and actions always spoke louder than words. After taking a couple more deep breaths, Harry pulled back just enough to softly smile at him before pressing his lips unwaveringly on Lucius’. That gentle but firm kiss alone told the story.

Harry wanted to be loved.

Lucius led Harry into their bedroom and proceeded to undress him, softly raining tender kisses on each area of skin that was newly exposed.

Harry sighed in ecstasy.

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“Mr Potter?”

Harry glanced up at his assistant, Marie, who was looming in the doorway. “Yes, Marie?”

“Sorry to disturb you, sir. I just wanted to remind you of the noon meeting with …”

“Thank you, Marie. I remember,” he interrupted calmly, trying to keep his annoyance out of his voice. She had already told him his agenda twice this morning.

“Yes, sir. Sorry to have troubled you.” She turned to leave, but stopped, remembering. “Oh. Sorry, sir, but Mr Lucius Malfoy is here to see you.”

“Thank you, Marie. Show him in.”

She bowed her head respectfully to Harry and motioned Lucius inside who, in return, tipped his head at her in acknowledgement. Marie closed the door quietly and the two men remained silent until the click was heard. Harry’s shoulders immediately hunched over and he groaned, finally able to relax. Lucius regarded him for a moment, cast a Silencing Spell on the room, and then raised a brow.

“Rise.”

Harry slowly rose to his feet, eyes and head lowered.

“Stand before me.”

Harry maneuvered around his desk and walked over to Lucius, stopping a few feet in front of him. His posture was still slouched. Harry’s behaviour was always submissive, but this … this was different.

Something was wrong.

“Straighten up.”

Lucius could see Harry cringe, but he complied nonetheless. Lucius narrowed his eyes at this and raised Harry’s head with one finger under his chin. His face was unusually pale.

“Look at me.”

Harry obeyed. There were sweat tracks running down both sides of his face and his eyes were abnormally red and glossy. Yes, something was definitely wrong.

Maintaining his indifference, Lucius asked, “Are you still wearing them?”

“Yes, sir.” His voice was but a whisper.

“Show me,” Lucius replied, nodding his head, indicating Harry’s shirt.

Lucius removed his finger and Harry began pulling up his jumper. By his slow, careful movements, it was obvious that he was in pain. With an impatient scoff, Lucius jerked the jumper off causing Harry to cry out. Lucius glared at him.

“What is this?”

“I…”

“What is this?” Lucius repeated louder, pointing to the front of Harry's shirt.

Harry lowered his head again. “I’m sorry, sir.”

Two small patches of blood, soaked thoroughly through the material, were in front of both nipples. Lucius ripped his shirt open, buttons flying off.

“Why didn’t you contact me?” he demanded.

“I … I thought …”

“You thought you could handle it until I arrived, didn’t you?”

Harry closed his eyes and nodded. Lucius grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his head back, causing Harry to gasp.

“Answer me! Didn’t you?”

“Y-yes, sir,” he whispered.

“Foolish child,” Lucius snarled, releasing his hold with a snap of his wrist. “There are two kinds of pain, Mr Potter, and this kind,” he enunciated, with a flick of his finger on the end of one of the clamps, “is one I will not tolerate.”

“Uhhh. Y-yes, sir.”

“How long?”

“Thirty minutes, sir.”

Lucius shook his head in disbelief whilst he pulled out two phials out of his robes. He knelt down and uncapped one.

“Stand still.” He placed the open end against his tongue and tilted the bottle up. “But you may hold on to me with one hand,” he said after he coated it with liquid.

“Yes, sir.”

Lucius uncapped the other phial and placed a few drops on his fingertip and rubbed it over his lips.

“Don’t move.”

Lucius circled the skin surrounding the left clamp with the end of his tongue and then gently removed it with his teeth. Harry’s knees buckled and his fingers dug into Lucius’ shoulder. The blond immediately latched onto Harry's nipple, sucking as much skin in his mouth as possible. Harry wavered, but remained standing. Lucius repeated the same procedure to Harry’s right side. Harry sighed in relief.

Lucius rose to his feet and then grabbed Harry's chin, forcing him to look directly at him.

“Never allow this to happen again. Understand?” His words were commanding but his tone held concern.

Harry blushed in embarrassment. “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

Lucius smirked. “I trust there were no other complications?”

“No, sir.”

“Good. Show me.”

Harry took a few steps back and unlatched his belt. He pushed the top button through the hole and lowered the zip. The air was instantly filled with a strong odor. Lucius closed his eyes and breathed it in. Wonderful.

“How many times?”

“Nine, sir.”

“Nine? Impressive.”

Harry bowed his head to hide his small grin. “Thank you, sir.”

“Lower your trousers, but keep your underpants where they are.”

The younger wizard pushed them to his knees. Lucius took out his wand and pointed it at Harry's pants. Suddenly, Harry's eyes widened and his mouth fell open.

Lucius raised an amused eyebrow. “It’s starting again?”

Harry could only nod. Lucius smirked and with a wave of his wand, the soiled garment flew into his open hand. He raised it to his nose and inhaled deeply. He drew his attention back to Harry and tried not to laugh at the boy’s excited expression.

The device on Harry’s erection began to move slowly up and down the length, squeezing just at the base. It was a magical hand job to be sure and the pace was hypnotic.

“Turn around and bend over. Brace yourself on the edge of your desk.”

Harry did what he was told. Lucius moved closer and smiled as he watched the other device retract fully only to plunge back in.

“AHH!!”

“Beautiful,” he said under his breath. He leaned over Harry. “I wonder, Harry. How much more can you take? How long will you last?”

“Pul –lease, sir!”

Lucius caressed Harry's bum. “Oh, I think a little while longer.” Harry shook his head frantically. “Oh, yes. Most definitely.”

He stood behind Harry, and reached under and stopped the movement on Harry's cock. It tightened at the bottom, refraining an impending orgasm.

“Noooo. Please,” Harry begged, but he knew it was fruitless. When Harry begged, Lucius kept going.

The rhythm increased and ploughed mercifully into Harry then abruptly stopped. Harry would've breathed a sigh of relief, but he knew Lucius all too well. This was only half-time. Sure enough, the device touched Harry's entrance and nudged just at the rim. Harry squirmed and pushed back as if that would help. Again, Lucius refrained from laughing.

Inch by inch, the object lengthened and teased the insides before pulling out completely.

“NO!” Harry howled.

Lucius shook his head. “I’m afraid that I’m going to have to silence you, Harry. One never knows who might be listening.”

Lucius wadded up Harry's come-soaked pants and tapped them against Harry's lips.

“Open.”

With a groan, Harry opened his mouth and the bunched up material was shoved in.

“Don’t suck too much out, Harry. I want to take it with me so I can smell you all day.”

Harry nodded then jumped when the dildo thrust in, burying itself completely. It began thrusting in and out again, alternating the speed from fast to excruciatingly slow. Harry’s back was now drenched in sweat and his shirt clung to it. Lucius pressed his groin against Harry's arse and grabbed his hips. He began mimicking the pace of the dildo.

“Would you rather it be me inside you, Harry?” The boy groaned loudly. “Me slamming into you until you are no longer coherent? Me pounding your hole until it was so sore that you wouldn't be able to sit down for days?” Harry answered with a violent nod of his head. “I would do it, you know. I could fuck you for hours. I would stop after you passed out only to revive you and fuck you to unconsciousness once more.”

Harry began screaming into his gag, pleading nonstop. Without warning, Lucius ripped the dildo out of Harry and sheathed himself. Harry's body jolted and his anus clamped down hard on Lucius. This time Lucius cried out. He froze, relishing in the tightened grip on his cock. He took a deep breath and began thrusting for all he was worth. Lucius was not showing Harry any mercy.

In and out, back and forth, faster and faster Lucius went, never letting up and never giving Harry a chance to catch his breath. He was determined to make Harry remember this forever.

And Harry would. In all the years to come, Harry would always remember this moment. The time that Lucius reamed him so hard that he nearly came every time he thought about it.

After what seemed like hours to Harry, Lucius dug his nails into Harry’s hip and slammed into him at a pace that Harry recognised – even through his lustful, hazy mind. Lucius was about to come. He reached under Harry and pulled Harry's restraints off his cock and with seven more hard thrusts, Lucius finally stopped and howled at the top of his lungs – Harry following seconds behind.

Lucius collapsed on top of Harry's back, holding him tightly in his arms. Slowly, he lowered Harry and himself to the floor, spooning behind him. He pulled Harry closer and kissed his shoulder, whispering to Harry on how much he enjoyed torturing him, fucking him into oblivion. Harry purred, tipped his head back and nuzzled it under Lucius’ chin. They laid there for about fifteen minutes, enveloped in each other’s breathing.

Finally, with a sigh of regret, Lucius pulled away from Harry, removed Harry’s pants from his mouth and stood. He waved his wand at his own underpants and tossed them in front of a prone Harry.

“Here. This is for you.” Lucius turned towards the door then stopped. “I came ten times,” he said smirking.

Harry sighed and held them up to his nose.


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