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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
3,741
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The morning after
Chapter Two.
By sa1boy
Beta\'d by Constant Vigilance and Loui
~~~~~~0~~~~~~~
The morning came accompanied, as always, by the welcome sound of bird song. Harry rolled over and, reaching out with his hand, mourned the empty spot that would normally house his lover. Sitting up in the bed, Harry surveyed the room, looking for signs of where he had gone. Finding none, Harry tiptoed into the bathroom, sleepily rubbing his eyes as he went. When he got there he was pleasantly suprised to see candles and a warm welcoming bath waiting for him, and, standing next to the bath in nothing but a bath towel, was his waiting lover.
“Took your sweet time Potter, I was beginning to wonder if you would ever come and wash that dirty little body of yours, you sinful little boy.”
Harry became aroused at the insinuations behind the statement. “I am so tired today, I don’t think I have the energy to wash myself,” he cooed with as much coquettish seduction as he could manage.
“You know what happens to dirty boys don’t you?” The older wizard asked, Harry swallowed in anticipation as his lover, his tutor in all acts sexual, tugged slightly at the towel he was wearing, sending it to the floor.
Harry gasped as he always did at the sheer presence of the man in front of him. A body fit for the gods; pale, soft skin covering tight, hard muscles, a muse to evoke a masterpiece in any painter’s mind, was what Harry had always thought. He was taller than Harry, by at least three inches, and, as Harry let his eyes map every inch of the body before him, he found that he was uncontrollably licking his lips, waiting for his first instruction. This was a game that they played quite often, and Harry knew like all the other times, it was a game that he would enjoy playing.
“On your knees, boy.” Harry scrambled down on to his knees like the good boy he was, he didn’t want to make his master mad, well, not just yet anyway. Staring at the swollen domed head of his lovers cock, Harry let out a low moan, alerting his lover to the hungry need for his morning nourishment.
“You want this, don’t you?”
“Yes,” pleaded Harry, his eyes never leaving the hard throbbing cock which now twitched back and forth, mirroring his lover’s slight thrusts in Harry direction.
“Yes, what?” asked the game controller, moving to within an inch of Harry’s half-parted, desperately craving lips, knowing that Harry would not dare taste him, because if he did the game would end. And Harry enjoyed their play far too much to want it to end too quickly.
“Yes sir, please sir, I need it.”
“I know you do, but dirty little boys need to be punished not rewarded, you must earn this reward, mustn’t you?”
“Yes, sir.” Stepping back the older wizard leant against the side of the bath, and, reaching in, pulled out the natural sponge that was floating on the surface, holding it above his head, his back turned to Harry exposing the perfect globes of his arse. He squeezed the soapy warm water just above his head. The water ran down his shoulder length hair, splitting in two as it reached his shoulder blades, Harry watched entranced as the water seemed to map out the contours of his lover’s back with perfect precision. A bank of suds started to roll lazily down the centre of his back falling over his muscular toned arse, sending Harry’s breathing into a tortured frenzy as he watched as the soapy liquid dripped from his lover’s body onto the floor.
Harry put his index finger in his mouth, moistening it, and, reaching behind himself, rubbed at the entrance to his body, probing ever deeper as he watched the ablutions of his angel before him. Watching the man he loved bathing himself in such a seductively teasing way was having the effect it always had, Harry longed to be that sponge, and he ached to be the soap that was touching the most intimate places on his lover that he alone should see.
Harry had managed to work three fingers into his grasping hole when his lover noticed that he hadn’t been as good as he was told to be. Pulling Harry firmly from his seated position, he pushed him down against the side of the bath so that Harry’s arse was in the air.
“Who said –
SLAP
-you could
SLAP
-touch yourself?”
The hard full slap against Harry’s arse brought the blood to the surface quickly. The heat that was forming under his skin was wonderful, and Harry loved this part of the game, the possession, the punishment.
“Now –
SLAP
-I’m
SLAP
-going to
SLAP
-have to
SLAP
-teach you a
SLAP
-lesson!”
By the third slap Harry’s cock was leaking precome like there was no tomorrow. He moaned his lover’s name, begged him to stop, and begged him not to punish him anymore.“No, please, I’ll be good. I won’t be a naughty boy any more, I promise.” Harry was going to be a naughty boy, every day of his life if it meant he could have this closeness with the man he loved.
“You will have to take your punishment like a good boy, you know that don’t you?”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you mad, I don’t wanna be punished, no more.” Harry’s attempt at baby speak was the last straw for his lover. Taking one large swing he came into contact with Harry’s arse with a big warm ‘Thwack’. and Harry moaned in sheer ecstasy.
“Bend over. Show me that hole, you dirty little slut.”
Harry complied, bending over waiting for his prize, “Spread those cheeks. That’s it, wider…wider. That’s it, you dirty little slut, you want my big cock in that dirty slut arse of yours, don’t you?”
“No, please, I’ll be good; I don’t need to have the big thing in me again…” Harry knew what was coming. The first touch of his lover’s cock against his pucker brought Harry to ejaculation, his lover reached around and scooped some in his hand, and, taking his cock, he greased it up with Harry’s seed.
Pushing his cock against Harry’s opening he waited for Harry to back up on him, and slammed it in as hard as he could. The reaction was instant as the thrust hit Harry’s prostrate, pulling out, he slammed home, and then again, and again, until he could hold back no more and emptied his heavy load into his lover’s willing body.
Bringing his teeth heavily down on the opposite side of Harry’s neck from the bite he had given him the night before, he spoke only once more.
“Mine.” To which Harry replied, “Yours.”
By sa1boy
Beta\'d by Constant Vigilance and Loui
~~~~~~0~~~~~~~
The morning came accompanied, as always, by the welcome sound of bird song. Harry rolled over and, reaching out with his hand, mourned the empty spot that would normally house his lover. Sitting up in the bed, Harry surveyed the room, looking for signs of where he had gone. Finding none, Harry tiptoed into the bathroom, sleepily rubbing his eyes as he went. When he got there he was pleasantly suprised to see candles and a warm welcoming bath waiting for him, and, standing next to the bath in nothing but a bath towel, was his waiting lover.
“Took your sweet time Potter, I was beginning to wonder if you would ever come and wash that dirty little body of yours, you sinful little boy.”
Harry became aroused at the insinuations behind the statement. “I am so tired today, I don’t think I have the energy to wash myself,” he cooed with as much coquettish seduction as he could manage.
“You know what happens to dirty boys don’t you?” The older wizard asked, Harry swallowed in anticipation as his lover, his tutor in all acts sexual, tugged slightly at the towel he was wearing, sending it to the floor.
Harry gasped as he always did at the sheer presence of the man in front of him. A body fit for the gods; pale, soft skin covering tight, hard muscles, a muse to evoke a masterpiece in any painter’s mind, was what Harry had always thought. He was taller than Harry, by at least three inches, and, as Harry let his eyes map every inch of the body before him, he found that he was uncontrollably licking his lips, waiting for his first instruction. This was a game that they played quite often, and Harry knew like all the other times, it was a game that he would enjoy playing.
“On your knees, boy.” Harry scrambled down on to his knees like the good boy he was, he didn’t want to make his master mad, well, not just yet anyway. Staring at the swollen domed head of his lovers cock, Harry let out a low moan, alerting his lover to the hungry need for his morning nourishment.
“You want this, don’t you?”
“Yes,” pleaded Harry, his eyes never leaving the hard throbbing cock which now twitched back and forth, mirroring his lover’s slight thrusts in Harry direction.
“Yes, what?” asked the game controller, moving to within an inch of Harry’s half-parted, desperately craving lips, knowing that Harry would not dare taste him, because if he did the game would end. And Harry enjoyed their play far too much to want it to end too quickly.
“Yes sir, please sir, I need it.”
“I know you do, but dirty little boys need to be punished not rewarded, you must earn this reward, mustn’t you?”
“Yes, sir.” Stepping back the older wizard leant against the side of the bath, and, reaching in, pulled out the natural sponge that was floating on the surface, holding it above his head, his back turned to Harry exposing the perfect globes of his arse. He squeezed the soapy warm water just above his head. The water ran down his shoulder length hair, splitting in two as it reached his shoulder blades, Harry watched entranced as the water seemed to map out the contours of his lover’s back with perfect precision. A bank of suds started to roll lazily down the centre of his back falling over his muscular toned arse, sending Harry’s breathing into a tortured frenzy as he watched as the soapy liquid dripped from his lover’s body onto the floor.
Harry put his index finger in his mouth, moistening it, and, reaching behind himself, rubbed at the entrance to his body, probing ever deeper as he watched the ablutions of his angel before him. Watching the man he loved bathing himself in such a seductively teasing way was having the effect it always had, Harry longed to be that sponge, and he ached to be the soap that was touching the most intimate places on his lover that he alone should see.
Harry had managed to work three fingers into his grasping hole when his lover noticed that he hadn’t been as good as he was told to be. Pulling Harry firmly from his seated position, he pushed him down against the side of the bath so that Harry’s arse was in the air.
“Who said –
SLAP
-you could
SLAP
-touch yourself?”
The hard full slap against Harry’s arse brought the blood to the surface quickly. The heat that was forming under his skin was wonderful, and Harry loved this part of the game, the possession, the punishment.
“Now –
SLAP
-I’m
SLAP
-going to
SLAP
-have to
SLAP
-teach you a
SLAP
-lesson!”
By the third slap Harry’s cock was leaking precome like there was no tomorrow. He moaned his lover’s name, begged him to stop, and begged him not to punish him anymore.“No, please, I’ll be good. I won’t be a naughty boy any more, I promise.” Harry was going to be a naughty boy, every day of his life if it meant he could have this closeness with the man he loved.
“You will have to take your punishment like a good boy, you know that don’t you?”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you mad, I don’t wanna be punished, no more.” Harry’s attempt at baby speak was the last straw for his lover. Taking one large swing he came into contact with Harry’s arse with a big warm ‘Thwack’. and Harry moaned in sheer ecstasy.
“Bend over. Show me that hole, you dirty little slut.”
Harry complied, bending over waiting for his prize, “Spread those cheeks. That’s it, wider…wider. That’s it, you dirty little slut, you want my big cock in that dirty slut arse of yours, don’t you?”
“No, please, I’ll be good; I don’t need to have the big thing in me again…” Harry knew what was coming. The first touch of his lover’s cock against his pucker brought Harry to ejaculation, his lover reached around and scooped some in his hand, and, taking his cock, he greased it up with Harry’s seed.
Pushing his cock against Harry’s opening he waited for Harry to back up on him, and slammed it in as hard as he could. The reaction was instant as the thrust hit Harry’s prostrate, pulling out, he slammed home, and then again, and again, until he could hold back no more and emptied his heavy load into his lover’s willing body.
Bringing his teeth heavily down on the opposite side of Harry’s neck from the bite he had given him the night before, he spoke only once more.
“Mine.” To which Harry replied, “Yours.”