Anything For You

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Chapter Two

Colin lay in the dark, listening to the breathing of the other boys in his dorm. He figured that they were all sound asleep by now, but he wanted to be certain. His heart hammered in his chest as he thought about what lay in store for him. All he had to do was force himself out of his warm bed and up the spiral staircase to the seventh year dorm.

It was easier than he thought. As frightened as he was about what was going to happen, he was that much more excited. He was going to have sex with Harry - whatever that entailed. Oh, he had an idea. He knew how men had sex, he just didn’t know what Harry had in mind. That was a bit scary, but thrilling as well.

Quietly, Colin opened the door to Harry’s dorm and crept in. Light snores were coming from the beds of the other boys indicating that they were dead to the world. Still, he was sure that his heavy breathing and thundering heart would wake them. Slowly, he moved to Harry’s bed, drew the curtain aside and crawled in beside the dark haired boy. With no more than a whisper, Harry cast a silencing spell and then lumos.

In the wand light, Colin could see that Harry was naked on top his covers. He hungrily ate up the sight of the toned body, silky skin and iron hard cock he had already been introduced to. He blushed when he met Harry’s eyes and found that the other thought his perusal was humorous. Just as quickly, though, the humor was gone and Harry raked a calculating look down Colin’s body.

“Strip,” he ordered, almost lazily.

Startled, Colin didn’t move at first, but when Harry raised one eyebrow in challenge, he quickly got with the program and began removing his pajamas. Naked, Colin shivered under Harry’s stare. He was small and thin, and all too aware that he didn’t possess the sculpted musculature that Harry did. It must have been alright, though, because Harry reached out and started running a hand over his chest.

Colin closed his eyes with a sigh as Harry’s hand traced a pattern over his chest, belly, sides and arms. He felt the weight beside him shift and then Harry’s other hand joined the first and he was stroking down Colin’s hips and around his thighs.

Then Harry was running his hands all up his body, stretching out on top of him, pressing him further into the mattress. Colin moaned as their groins aligned, Harry’s hard shaft nestled next to his own, coarse pubic hair rubbing against his swollen length. Harry ran his hands down Colin’s arms, gently taking his wrists and urging them up above his head. With a whisper that Colin didn’t understand, Harry removed his hands from his wrists… but Colin still couldn’t lower his arms.

He couldn’t feel any rope or anything around his wrists, but they were pinned just as strongly as if there were. Colin pulled against the invisible bonds, then yanked, trying to thrash under Harry’s weight in his panic.

“Shh,” Harry whispered against his lips. “It’s alright, Colin. I’m going to let you go when we’re done. You’re safe with me. We’re just having a little fun. You did promise I could do anything. You’ll enjoy this.”

Colin stopped his struggling and was rewarded with a kiss. As Harry kissed him, he relaxed further, finding he actually enjoyed the pull when he tried to move his arms. He still shook, but it wasn’t with nerves anymore. It was Harry’s mouth that was making him shake, the mouth that was currently traveling down his neck and across his torso.

“Colin,” Harry said, lifting his head from where he had been licking a nipple. “I need you to pay careful attention to what I’m going to do to you in a moment. I expect you to do the same to me.”

He lowered his head again, licking a path directly, much to Colin’s joy, to his groin. He spread his legs as far apart as was comfortable, hoping to give Harry better access to the part he most desperately wanted the dark haired boy’s mouth to be. Harry, though, gave Colin’s cock no more than a cursory lick before bypassing it and latching onto one of his balls.

He couldn’t complain. Harry’s mouth was doing wonders to him as it licked and sucked, pulling at the skin and hair. Harry grasped Colin’s spread thighs, pushing them up until his knees were almost to his chest, then he did the most wonderful thing Colin had ever felt - he licked the skin *behind* his balls.

That was one thing he had never fantasized about Harry doing. He had never thought about anyone doing that, but it felt amazing. Almost as amazing as when Harry’s tongue dipped lower. Colin nearly climbed out of his skin when that tongue flitted into his crevice and touched his opening. Harry circled, licked and poked, and then began tonguing him in earnest.

It felt so bloody good, especially when Harry pushed his tongue in a little and circled around, but Colin couldn’t shake the feeling that what he was doing was just a bit dirty. The idea of a tongue in his ass was foreign and would have struck him as disgusting if he had thought of it before feeling it. At the same time, he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to get enough of the pure ecstasy that was shooting up his spine, causing him to pull at his bindings harder and moan like a bitch in heat.

Colin nearly cried in frustration when Harry suddenly stopped and slid his body back up to capture his mouth in a furious, biting kiss. And then the weight was gone from him, the bed dipping and shifting by his sides and head in strange ways, and Colin opened his eyes. Above him, hanging over his mouth, was a ball sac. He almost jumped out of his skin in surprise and nearly laughed at the absurdity of it all. Then he remembered what Harry had said, the reckoning that would come with the pleasure he had felt. He was meant to return the favor.

Harry shifted again, rubbing his testicles across Colin’s lips.

“Open your mouth, Colin,” he cajoled. “It’s time for you to show me that you’ve been paying attention. Show me how well you’ve learned your first lesson. Do a good job, I might give you points. Do a bad job, you won’t cum tonight.”

He believed him. Colin had always imagined that Harry would be a gentle, kind and patient lover, but the reality was different. Harry wasn\'t cruel, or even mean, but there was a quality, one Colin couldn’t put his finger on, that Harry possessed that made Colin believe that Harry would make damn certain that the boy on bottom would receive no pleasure that night if he didn’t do as he was told, and do it well. Colin opened his mouth.

Harry’s skin was salty and smelled strongly of musk, but Colin didn’t find it unpleasant. He found it intoxicating. He opened his mouth wider and stuck out his tongue, licking and pulling the skin of Harry’s balls into his mouth to suck. The enthusiastic moaning above him let him know that he was doing it right.

Harry rocked his hips forward, pulling his testicles out of Colin’s grasp. Instead of trying to follow them with his mouth, Colin took the hint and paid attention to the new area exposed to him, the small and sensitive span of skin just behind the balls. He did everything he could remember Harry doing to him, but in the back of his mind he was worried about what he knew was coming next. No matter how hard he tried to psych himself up for it, he wasn’t sure how he was going to react to having that part of Harry’s body on his mouth. He wished he had use of his hands, so he could have at least some control over the situation. But then, he thought, that’s probably what Harry had in mind all along.

With a deep moan that sounded as if it came from the pit of his soul, Harry shifted again and his puckered hole was just above Colin, twitching in anticipation. With the briefest of hesitations, Colin screwed his eyes shut and poked his tongue upwards. Surprisingly for him, his tongue sunk easily into the loser than expected hole. He gasped and pulled away.

“No, Colin,” Harry bit out, sounding equal parts angry and frustrated. “You were doing so good. You had it right, though I expected you to lick me first, but no matter. It felt good. Do it again. Come on!”

With a little trepidation, Colin began to lick at the malleable flesh over him, circling his tongue around the outside before laving over the hole.

“That’s better,” Harry moaned. “A little harder, don’t be afraid of going inside. I cleaned myself for this. Go ahead and fuck me with your tongue. Don’t be afraid.”

It wasn’t as bad as he thought it was going to be. Harry tasted even muskier ‘down there’ but it wasn’t unpleasant. With a little more courage, Colin stiffened his tongue again and pushed inside a bit, circling his tongue as Harry had done to him before thrusting in and out.

“Yes, god yes,” Harry encouraged as he began to ride Colin’s face. “Fuck me with your tongue. Taste me. You’re such a fast learner - you were born to for this, weren’t you? Yes, yes, harder, you slut, harder!”

Harry was cramming himself down onto Colin so hard the other boy could barely breath. He kept on, though, knowing the sooner he pleased Harry the sooner he’d be allowed to take a full breath. Harry rode him, spewing lust filled profanity at him until finally, Harry cried out and the hole around Colin’s tongue spasmed roughly.

Tiredly, Harry crawled back down Colin’s body and laid half on, half off him, one hand curled onto his chest, his head tucked into his neck. Despite his own raging need to cum, all Colin wanted to do at that moment was to wrap his arms around the heaving boy on his chest and calm him. He couldn’t, not with his hands still bound.

“I got you all messy,” Harry muttered, half asleep. Colin realized he was speaking of the cum that he had smeared over both of them when he slid their bodies together.

“It’s ok,” Colin replied. “Um, could you let my arms go, now? I’d like to hold you.”

“Hold on, I’m not done with you. You deserve a reward.”

Before Colin could begin to guess what that meant, Harry was between his legs, taking his cock in his mouth. Colin cried out with pleasure at finally being touched and in such a lovely way. He had never felt anything so good as Harry’s talented mouth expertly sucking him off. As much as he wanted to prolong the feeling, he couldn\'t. It wasn’t long before Colin was emptying himself in his lover’s mouth.

Harry swallowed everything Colin gave him and, grinning wickedly, crawled back up to Colin and kissed him deeply. Colin moaned as he tasted himself on Harry’s tongue. Harry, his Harry, his beautiful, perfect Harry had just given him his first ever blowjob.

“Fifteen points to Gryffindor,” Harry sighed as he released Colin’s arms. He pulled the smaller boy against him and kissed him hard. “You performed your tasks very well. Tomorrow’s Sunday and the perfect day for more lessons.” Harry leaned in until he was speaking directly into Colin’s ear. “I’m going to fuck your tight little ass tomorrow. I’m going to fuck you so much and so hard you won’t be able to sit still in class on Monday.”

Colin couldn’t wait.

Tbc

A/N: Let me know if it‘s going too fast. That felt a *little* rushed. I was playing that chapter by ear, though. I actually have more concrete plans for future chapters. Hope you enjoyed, regardless!
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