Earning a Name

Blaise
woke feeling sour, and not only because, once again, Har
was not here. His wife, as usual, had
frustrated him… this time to the point of asking Harry for style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>That again. What’s worse, class=SpellE>Har hadn’t immediately agreed as he usually did. Yes, the
green-eyed brunette had fucked him
senseless as usual, but still refused to engage in the kinky pastime he usually
savored.

It was because of his new acquisition. He was style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>sure of it. Now he had to wait for
breakfast to hear if Har would entertain class=SpellE>Blaise’s need.

Damn the blonde.

The odd
thing was, Blaise was torn
on said slave’s subject. They had been friends all throughout Hogwarts, long
before the darker-haired Slytherin had so much as acknowledged Harry Potter as
anything but a stupid Gryffindor who wouldn’t keel over. Now the ex-Malfoy
seemed to be effortlessly reeling in all of the aforementioned class=SpellE>Gryffindor’s attention at a time Blaise
needed it most. His wife was driving him bonkers for fuck’s sake!

Looking
toward the small clock on the nightstand, he acknowledged breakfast upon them,
and wondered if he had actually woken first for once. Har
usually had to come in to wake him so as to have his precious breakfast at his
normal hour. Damn early risers. At least waking up by his own will class=GramE>had not diminished his normal morning disposition.

“Wow, you’re
awake.” Har mused from the doorway, leaning casually
against the frame, “What happened?”

“You’re loosing your touch.” Blaise
droned, throwing a pillow in the door’s general direction.

“Am I now?” the brunette asked as he caught the object with
ease, then smirking, asked “does this mean that you no longer want me to-”

“Does that mean you’ve decided not to leave me hanging after all?”

“Actually, leaving you hanging does sound like a nice way to open it up… and it would certainly
let me work this little bit of play into my busy schedule.”

class=SpellE>Blaise could practically hear the ‘boing’
his cock made at Har’s lazy suggestion, pictures
already flying. The brunette handn’t
done that for a long time.

“I see you’re up for it.”

“Y-yes.”

“Turn around, robes off.”

He did it before Har finished
speaking, bending over for good measure before the offending piece of clothing hit
the nearby bed. Two fingers were pushed into his still-stretched entrance, re-lubing
and loosening him just a tiny bit more. He jerked as they were suddenly
replaced by something cold… very cold.

“Here’s the
deal;” Har began as the first object passed his
entrance,

“You keep this in throughout breakfast.” Another
object, a bit bigger perhaps?

“You behave.” Another one.

“My pet doesn’t realize anything
is amiss as far as you are concerned.” Another.
They were definitely getting larger.

“Nothing at all.” class=SpellE>Har stressed, pressing in a fifth.

“You succeed,” another, “and I’ll elevate your request
beyond anything you suggested yesterday.”

“You fail,” a seventh, “and you leave without another word.”

“Deal?” Har
asked after a pause, tugging at all seven to make Blaise
arch and groan as they brushed his prostate.

class=GramE>“Deal.”

“Activate.” class=SpellE>Blaise gasped. Oh hell…

As the different sized balls seemed to individually swell
and contract in an unpredictable yet continuous manor, Blaise
could not help but wonder how he was ever
going to make it down the stairs, let alone through breakfast with whatever
this wonder in his ass was…

Then again, the prize would certainly be worth the
sacrifice, and it has been so long since
Blaise had humored this particular kink of his.

“Now, I’d suggest we both go shower, and I’ll see you at
breakfast soon enough.”

Blaise could only nod.

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