The Kinkiness of Harry

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Chapter Eight


Harry’s face was still buried in the soft robe of the tall blond man when they arrived at Malfoy Manor. Lucius didn't attempt to move the younger wizard away from his body because he knew Harry would need time to adjust. He was, after all, Lucius Malfoy; former Death Eater and supporter of the Dark Lord and father of Harry’s erstwhile school rival. But that was years ago. Times had definitely changed. Who would ever have imagined the famous Harry Potter resting in the arms Lucius Malfoy? Not Harry that’s for sure and even though he was secretly terrified, strangely enough another part of him felt safe.

“Harry?” Lucius whispered as he stroked his raven hair.

“Yes?” Harry mumbled into the man’s fabric.

“Are you all right?” he asked even though he knew the boy wasn't. Harry nodded but tightened his hold on him. “Keep your eyes closed,” he said as he continued to stroke Harry’s hair.

The boy nodded again and allowed himself to be pushed backwards, but still close enough to feel the aristocrat’s presence. His head lowered to his chest and he gave a small gasp as he felt fingers unbuttoning his shirt. They continued downwards and with every piece of flesh that was being exposed, there was a small kiss to greet it. Harry felt silky hair brushing along his cheek as his neck was getting the attention of the man’s affections. His shirt slid off his shoulders and warm hands caressed his arms as they removed it from his body.

Harry stood as still as he could until his belt and zipper were being undone. He clenched the shoulders in front of him that were now level with his hips. A pair of strong hands gently removed them and a soft voice said, “Not yet.” Harry began opening and closing his fists so that he would keep from touching this man as he undressed him. Lucius’ arms wrapped around Harry’s legs and pulled his trousers down from the back. The older wizard’s face lightly touched the front of Harry’s underwear causing Harry to gasp and open his eyes.

What he saw made him shiver all over. Lucius Malfoy, on his knees in front of Harry Potter, breathing in the scent of him. He watched as the blond’s fingers pinched the top of his pants and slowly nudged them down, releasing his engorgement to the open air. The leather shorts he wore underneath had two holes in them and they held him securely. Lucius tugged on his ankles, indicating for him to lift them so that his shoes, socks, trousers, and underwear could be removed; leaving him only in his leather outfit. Obediently, Harry moved as he was gestured and briefly braced himself on Lucius’ arm. He jerked his hand away but the man merely looked up and smiled.

“It’s all right. You may touch me now. But only where I say you can.”

Harry nodded again and returned the smile. Lucius’ hands ran up and down the back of Harry’s legs and his mouth tenderly kissed the bottom of the boy’s erection. The longhaired man held Harry’s hips as he licked Harry from the base to the top, pausing to swirl his tongue along the tip to catch his secretions. Harry’s hand gripped tighter as he closed his eyes and threw his head backwards with a soft moan. Feeling the man suddenly move, he opened his eyes as he raised his head and saw that Lucius was standing, towering over him.

Lucius leant down to suck on his earlobe, and then he breathed into Harry’s ear, “What is it that you want, Harry?”

Harry lifted his head and his eyes met with a pair of silvery-grey ones. “I-I don’t know.”

“Would you like me to tell you?”

Harry could only mouth the word “Yes”.

Lucius’ mouth curled into a soft smile and he embraced the boy in a loving hug. Stroking Harry’s hair again, the older man whispered, “Try to relax, Harry.”

“Okay,” the boy whispered.

Lucius turned him around and led him over to a padded bench that was waist high. He stopped Harry only a couple of feet in front of it and guided the upper half of his body to lean forward. Harry placed his hands on the edge and took in a sharp breath of air.

“Shh. Remember, I’m doing this for you,” Lucius reminded him. “Spread your legs.”

After a moments pause, Harry’s legs opened wide and his face flushed with embarrassment. A loving hand stroked his back and more encouraging words were given to him. Both hands now roamed all over Harry’s body as if they were exploring ever inch of it. Harry sighed in contentment and he heard Lucius whisper, “That’s it.”

“Open your eyes, Harry and look to your right.”

Harry did as he was told and noticed for the first time that there was a full-length mirror on the wall next to him. There was also one in front, in the corner and one behind him so no matter where he looked he would be able to see everything that was happening. Never before had Harry ever watched himself and his previous boyfriends whilst they were naked or even whilst they had sex. It was indeed erotic. He kept his eyes focused on the man in the mirror behind him, watching as he bent over his back.

“You have always been the top, haven’t you,” Lucius whispered rhetorically. “Your lovers wanted ‘Harry Potter the Savior of the Wizarding World’ to be in control. They would never dream of taking you. That would break their image of you, wouldn’t it? To have Harry Potter at their mercy. But you still asked them, didn't you Harry?”

Harry closed his eyes and pursed his lips tightly. He gave a curt nod.

“Did they ever oblige you, Harry?” Lucius asked soothingly. Harry’s face turned back to the bench and his head shook ‘no’. “That’s why they left you, isn’t it? You asked and sometimes pleaded with them to do it, but they couldn’t. They wouldn’t. So you went looking for someone who would and where no one knew you. But it wasn’t enough, was it? Because you want more than just being a bottom. You want to be free of responsibilities. You want to give up all control. You want...” Lucius paused. “…to be dominated.”

Harry gasped and tucked his chin into his chest.

“That’s what you want, isn’t Harry?” Harry’s face reddened and he barely nodded.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed, Harry,” the older wizard assured him. “It doesn't make you any less of a man.”

Harry looked back into the mirror with an arched brow, and then frowned.

“You are an exquisite being, Harry, and one who should be worshipped. It makes no difference if you are the giver or receiver. Nor if you chose to be a submissive,” he said lightly stroking Harry’s back. “And I will never judge you or your desires,” Lucius whispered, matter-of-factly.

Harry’s expression softened and he glanced away. “You will show me?”

“Yes,” the blond aristocrat said.

“Can I trust you?” he asked, looking back into the silver eyes.

“You will in time.”

Harry closed his eyes and nodded. “All right.” He paused. “Thank you.”

Lucius rubbed his palms along Harry’s spine. “No need to thank me… yet.”

Their eyes met and they exchanged warm smiles.


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Lucius backed away from the young man and walked over to a small dresser. When he came back, Harry gasped as he saw the man holding a wooden paddle and a jar of oil. His heart began to race and his eyes opened wide in fear. Lucius sat them down on a small table that was just to the left of Harry. The man glanced at Harry’s taut face and quickly responded before Harry could object.

“Harry. Remember, there’s no need to fear me. I won’t hurt you.”

Harry’s eyes shifted to the blond then back to the items on the table. Lucius appeared to be sincere so he nodded his consent.

“Good. But just remember: don’t hold back. The only person that will be deprived is you. Now watch. Don’t close your eyes. Just watch.”

Harry whispered, “Okay.”

Lucius undid the clasp at the back of the boy’s leather shorts and pushed them aside, revealing a soft pale bum. Harry watched as the man smiled whilst running his hands slowly across it.

“So beautiful,” he whispered.

Lucius retrieved the jar of oil, unscrewed it and scooped up a finger-full then coated Harry’s exposed opening. The young man closed his eyes and let out a relieved sigh. It wasn't going to hurt. But suddenly, a tuft of his hair was clenched and his head was roughly pulled up.

“I said watch,” a firm voice told him.

Harry furrowed his brows and he nodded the best he could. The fingers in his hair relaxed then feathered down his back, stopping at Harry’s cleft. Harry watched as a thumb moved up and down over the top of his entrance before it slid inside. Harry breath caught in his throat and his legs began to tremble. Gods, it felt so good. He never expected such a small movement would cause such a huge reaction.

Lucius’ right hand crossed over his left and retrieved the paddle. He caressed Harry’s bum with it and whispered again as it rested on his right cheek. “Remember Harry, watch.”

And with that, a loud crack rang out and Harry flew forward. Lucius grabbed Harry’s hips and pulled him back into position.

“Relax. Don’t tense up,” he warned.

Harry started panting and he didn't know if it was from fear or from the stinging sensation on his arse. He guessed it was from both. Lucius’ thumb slowly entered and exited from Harry’s hole and twisted every now and then. Harry gripped the padding and bit his lower lip as he watched the digit disappear and reappear.

“More,” he breathed.

Lucius grinned. “Patience, Harry, patience.”

The young man opened his mouth to speak but it was cut short when another smack hit him. Harry’s breath caught and he could no longer deny it. It hurt terribly but it felt wonderful at the same time. Lucius removed his thumb and rubbed the red flesh. Harry briefly shut his eyes, savouring the comfort but he quickly opened them.

“Very good. You learn quickly,” the older man smirked.

Harry was beginning to understand. Lucius was right. This is what he wanted. Another smack was felt, only this time on another area of Harry’s bum. And then another. And another. With each new hit, Harry legs were shaking more and more, and he was hopping up and down slightly on the balls of his feet. The pain was excruciating, but now it felt so … right. So right in fact that Harry was harder then he ever had experienced in his life. He watched through teary eyes as his cock bounced up and down against his stomach with every hit. When did he start crying?

But then as fast as started, it stopped. Harry blinked several times to focus in on Lucius as he knelt down behind him and started licking Harry’s abused flesh. Long strokes of the man’s tongue covered Harry, leaving behind a cold wetness. The tall blond pulled back and softly blew on each cheek causing a ripple of gooseflesh. Harry jerked forward in surprise as a long finger plunged into him.

“Please…”

“Did you enjoy that, Harry? Did you enjoy being punished?”

Harry tried with all his might not to close his eyes. His face gave away his internal struggle.

“It’s all right, Harry. I won’t think any less of you,” he whispered. “Tell me. Did you enjoy it?”

Harry opened and closed his mouth several times until Lucius lost his patience… or so it seemed.

Smack!

The young wizard’s eyes bulged at the sting of Lucius’ hand.

“Did you?”

“I…”

Smack!

“Did you?”

“Oh, gods…”

Smack!

“Did…”

“YES! Yes! I enjoyed it! I enjoyed it!” Harry screamed as he covered his face and collapsed to the ground in a small crouch.

Lucius gathered the cowering boy in his arms and gently caressed him.

“Shhh, Harry. It’s all right.”

Harry shook his head. “No,” he said through tears. “No, it’s not. I’m Harry Potter. I’m not supposed to…”

“Shhh. You are not ‘Harry Potter’ here. Here you can do anything you want. Be anyone you want. And no one will ever know.”

Harry batted his eyes and relaxed, allowing the tall man to guide him to the floor. Lucius was pressed against his back and his trousers brushed against Harry’s bruised arse. Harry closed his eyes and hissed at the rough friction. He felt a hand upon his forehead and it pulled his head back.

“Look, Harry. Look at yourself.”

Harry looked at himself in the mirrors. He was beautiful. He softly smiled at the blond who was lying behind him. Incredibly Harry still had a raging hard-on, even through the tight hole in his leather shorts that still covered his front.

“Come for me, Harry,” Lucius whispered in his ear. “I want you to see what you look like. I want to see what you look like.”

Harry nodded and slowly slid his hand towards his erection. His fingers curled around it and began lightly stroking it.

“That’s it, Harry.”

The sound of that thick, low voice washed over him and he closed his eyes.

Smack!

Harry’s eyes shot open.

“I said watch,” Lucius said firmly.

“S-sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. Just obey.”

Harry nodded and focused on his hand in the mirror, watching as his foreskin slid up and over the tip.

“That’s it,” Lucius purred.

“Oh…” Then he felt a finger slip inside him. “Oh!”

“Shhh. Watch.”

The image of Lucius Malfoy behind him, the feeling of being finger-fucked and the tight grip around his cock was more than Harry could bear. In mere moments he was thrashing into his fist and white liquid shot out everywhere.

“Oh, gods!”

His body shuddered before falling backwards against the solid frame behind him. He caressed his spent penis as he looked into soft grey eyes.

“Thank …”

“Shhh. Now you can close your eyes.” Instantly the boy’s eyes closed. “Beautiful, Harry. You are so beautiful.”

That was the last sound Harry heard before he fell into a deep sleep, come still all over his hands and his leather shorts…


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