The Kinkiness of Harry

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Chapter Nine


It was a little before ten on Sunday when Harry began to wake up. He stretched his body completely, almost reaching both ends of the bed, then drew his knees up and under his torso, keeping his arms fully taunt over his head. Harry held himself in that position for a minute and then collapsed with a flop back down on his stomach. He didn’t know whether it was a dream he’d had last night or the activities, but he’d had his first peaceful sleep in years. He smiled and hugged his pillow; taking in the feeling of security it gave him. Relaxed and content, Harry nearly jumped off the bed when his cordless phone loudly rang next to his ear.

“Hullo?”

“Harry? Were you still sleeping? It’s nearly ten o'clock,” Hermione asked on the other end.

Harry hummed then said, “No, I was awake.”

“Uh huh,” Hermione acknowledged disbelieving him. “Anyway, I called to invite you over to Ron's for an afternoon get together.”

“What time?” Harry asked glancing at the clock.

“3:30, does that sound all right?”

“Yes.”

“Great. See you then.”

“See you.”

Harry laid the receiver back down and slowly sat up, legs dangling over the side. He hissed immediately and leapt to his feet. Last night suddenly became clear to the Gryffindor and he turned around to look at his backside. He couldn’t see it very well but as his hands grazed over his bum, he felt the warmth and a slight sting. Lucius had not healed it. Harry smirked and shook his head. He walked over to his full-length mirror to get a better look at it and a smile crept across his face as he closed his eyes, remembering. When he opened them, something in the mirror behind him caught his attention.

He spun around and noticed for the first time that the clothes he wore last night were hanging up, along with his leather outfit. From where he stood they appeared to be covered in plastic. Harry furrowed his brows and walked over to get a better look, before realising they had been dry-cleaned. The young man smiled again and decided it was time for a shower.

Harry felt the water and thought it would definitely be best to have it lukewarm. He stepped in and grunted as the warm liquid hit his tender bottom. He reached for the soap and began washing himself, careful not to apply too much pressure in the wrong place. As he ran his fingers over his groin, feelings of pleasure coursed through his body. It didn’t help that last night’s events were still fresh in his mind. Harry slowly stroked his cock with the soapsuds and it, of course, sprang to life. He tilted his head back and moaned, giving in to the sensation.

Gasping abruptly when several loud beeps echoed in the bathroom, he quickly released himself and peered through the glass shower door. On the cabinet next to the sink was a bright red flashing light, but he couldn’t make out what it was or where it had come from. He rinsed off and stepped out to get a closer look.

The raven-hair boy found a small rectangular box with a latch at the front. He wondered why he had missed seeing this. The box was still beeping and the red light still flashing. The sound and the bright light was irritating Harry so he lifted the lid, not caring what was inside. He just wanted it to shut up, which it now did. The bottom of the box contained a blank piece of parchment with a narrow rubber object lying below. Just as Harry thought of Lucius Malfoy, words began to form on the paper.

"Insert this using the cream enclosed. Wear it until this evening, removing it only when necessary. Floo to Malfoy Manor in the east wing, at nine o'clock. Under no circumstances, pleasure yourself.

LM"

The words disappeared and Harry lifted the thin object and the tube underneath it. It was obviously too small to stay in place but he would do exactly what the blond instructed. Shrugging, Harry rested one leg on the toilet lid and gingerly applied the cream, trying to avoid touching his sore bum. There was no doubt that the object was a magical dildo because as soon as it was fully sheathed, it enlarged to fit snugly. Harry moaned in approval and not surprisingly, his cock hardened. His green eyes shot open when a slight pressure was felt on his prostrate. The young wizard fell forward and caught himself on the sink. He started taking short breaths and his legs threatened to give way.

After what felt like an eternity of torment, the dildo stopped and Harry breathed a sigh of relief. There was no way he would last until tonight if this happened again. No way. He finished his shower, ignoring his engorged member and glanced at the clock. It was a quarter to eleven. Harry dried off quickly, got into comfortable, baggy clothes and proceeded to the kitchen for a light snack and a strong cup of coffee. Reaching the end of his first cup, Harry suddenly dropped it to the ground and grabbed the nearest piece of furniture. The pressure was back and this time it was even more intense. The Gryffindor’s body became soaked in sweat and shook with desire as an impending wave of orgasm teased him. But just as he was on the brink of a powerful climax, it stopped short. Again. Harry began shaking, more from frustration than pleasure.

Harry probably wouldn’t even last through the afternoon.


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“Harry! Good to see you. And early too,” Hermione said, winking.

“Amazing, huh?”

Before the bushy-haired witch could answer, Ron exclaimed, “Harry! You’re early!”

Harry snorted in humour. “Is everyone here?” he asked, ignoring the teasing from his friends.

“Of course. They’re at the back, in the garden.”

Harry was led outside where a large table was set up, full of all kinds of food. He was greeted by all the Weasley clan and sat down ready to eat, thinking that once the meal was over he would leave. Harry knew he wouldn’t be able face them if the dildo aroused him so strongly again. But no sooner had Harry’s plate been piled high, his eyes widened and he gulped loudly, opening and closing his fists. He knew he was fighting a losing battle.

“Harry? Are you all right?” Molly asked, being the first one to notice his unusual behaviour.

Everyone stared at the red flush on Harry’s cheeks.

“I’m... I’m… fine,” he stuttered. “I…I ate something bad last night. Ple...ASE excuse me!”

Not waiting for a response, the boy leapt to his feet in embarrassment and ran indoors to the bathroom. Harry yanked down his trousers and sat on the toilet, hoping the dildo would think he had to go. The vibrations only increased.

“OH GODS!”

Now Harry was sure he would never make it. His erection throbbed and it took all of Harry’s willpower not to pull on it. He pushed it down between his legs and clenched his thighs together, then yelped because it was too painful to keep it trapped. Spreading his legs, his cock hit his stomach causing another loud yelp from him. The raven-haired boy held his breath and tried desperately to think of something that was revolting. Nothing sprang to mind. He dropped his head to his chest and covered his face with his sweaty hands. Tears of frustration mixed with his body’s secretions and pooled in his palms. The craving to masturbate was consuming him.

Harry’s legs bounced up and down and he couldn’t help but pant. He had to release himself he decided. Clenching himself with both hands, he jerked into his closed fist and screamed as waves of pain shot through him. Harry collapsed on the floor and squeezed his eyes tightly shut. His mind thought of nothing save this pleasure-pain sensation wracking his body.

A soft rap was heard and a timid voice asked through the door, “Harry? Are you all right?”

But the young wizard could not answer.

Hermione spoke a little louder. “Harry? Can I help? Please let me in.”

“NO! I’M FINE!”

He could barely hear her gasp at his rude reply and he immediately apologised. “S-sorry, Hermione. I-I just need to go home.”

“All right Harry. I hope you feel better. I’ll let everyone know. They’ll understand.”

“Thank you, Hermione.”

No sooner had the words come out, Harry yanked up his trousers and Apparated back to his apartment. He crawled over to the sofa and struggled as he climbed up on it, lying on his stomach. The movement ceased shortly thereafter and his body went as limp as a rag doll. Harry was completely worn out, so it didn’t take long for him to fall into a deep sleep. Dreams floated in and out of his subconscious and every one of them contained none other than Lucius Malfoy. Harry moaned loudly and could feel the aristocrat’s hands all over him, comforting him. Harry started pounding his hips into the cushion and awoke with a start as a small jolt of pain returned. Obviously the device had censures to monitor him closely.

Harry blinked as he tried to focus on his surrounding and finally located the clock on the far wall. 8:45pm. Thank the gods. He tumbled to the ground and crawled the short distance to the fireplace. Curling up inside, he peered at the clock, watching the time drag slowly by. A small smile crept across his lips as it finally occurred to him that the particular clock in question was 12 minutes slow. Leaning his weight against the fireplace wall, he stood up on shaky legs and reached over to grab some floo powder. At the same moment, his prostrate was again on fire causing Harry to double over while throwing the powder to his feet.

“East Wing Malfoy Manor!”


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The pale green fire had barely diminished when Harry Potter fell out of Malfoy Manor’s fireplace. He was surprised not to taste the wooden floor below him. But instead, two strong arms caught him immediately.

“Shhh,” a low voice whispered in his ears.

“I-I can’t…I didn’t…”

“Shh. I know. You did very well.”

Eyes half-lidded, Harry was guided to a large fur rug in the middle of the room. There the two of them stood with Harry leaning back against a bare-chested Lucius Malfoy. The older wizard turned him around and began to undress him, carefully holding him upright. Harry was finally shed of all his clothing and slightly wobbled when Lucius knelt in front of him. He managed to brace himself on the tall blond’s shoulders and looked down in awe. The pulsating of the dildo slowed down and a last small shudder went through the young man’s body.

“That’s better,” Lucius said softly.

He reached behind Harry and began stroking up and down his legs as he nuzzled into the youth’s dark curls. Harry gasped and dug his fingers in the man’s shoulders. His cock was throbbing and was actually a shade of purple. Warm wetness covered it from base to tip where it was encircled by a tongue. The boy jerked and his hips thrust forward, craving more contact. Harry threw his head back with a yell as tender lips engulfed just his glans. The magical device enlarged again and massaged his prostrate one last time.

“G-gods! Please!” he begged.

Whatever was preventing Harry from coming was released and he screamed as eleven hours of build up was finally freed. The raven-hair boy’s body thrashed back and forth in a mixture of pleasure and pain. As the last amount of fluid left his body, Harry convulsed three more times before collapsing into the waiting arms of Lucius Malfoy. The older wizard brushed his sweat-soaked fringe away and gently kissed his forehead.

“Beautiful,” he purred as he stood up, carrying Harry in his arms. He placed more kisses along Harry’s cheek as he walked over to the bathtub that was already filled with warm water. He laid the boy into it and began to undress himself. Harry was able to flutter his eyes open and they widened when at last he was allowed to see the masculine form of the pale man. Lucius smirked in amusement and stepped in so he was behind the boy. Harry groaned in disappointment and tried to shift around to take a closer look. Fingers pushed him to the front firmly.

“No. You haven’t earned that yet,” the aristocrat said.

Harry groaned again but he relished the fact that he actually saw this beautiful man’s body and it was touching him. Harry rested his head on Lucius’ shoulder and pressed his face into the side of Lucius’ neck and watched as pale hands caressed his chest with soap. He was fascinated by the fact that this wizard, who was once a feared Death Eater, was so gentle, loving and kind. What baffled him even more was why he had chosen Harry, The-Boy-Who-Lived. Not that he wanted to dwell on it right then, but that thought wouldn’t leave him.

“Sir?”

“Yes, Harry?”

“Why…I mean…I thought you hated me.”

Lucius stopped in mid-movement and there was a tense moment of silence. Harry held his breath as a rush of fear overcame him. Something told him he should’ve waited till he was armed. Let alone dressed. But the blond slowly started to wash Harry again and the boy quietly let out his relief with a sigh.

“Since the …war ended, many things have changed, Harry. It took awhile for me to adjust to my new way of life, considering what I had done previously for…him. But things took a different perspective when I finally realised what was important and what was not.” Harry noticed that his voice was neither malicious nor regretful.

After a slight pause, he continued. “I owe Professor Dumbledore a lot of credit for my…new life.”

Harry became embarrassed as it suddenly became clear to him that what was being said was not any of his business and he silently cursed himself for bringing this up. And yet, Harry didn’t ask for this information, did he?

“Sir? You don’t have to…”

“I know, Harry. But if we are to continue, I want you to trust me, to feel that you can ask any questions and clarify any doubts you may have. Aside from a few, I will answer any that you have.” He paused. “As for your previous question, that was in the past. I hope I have shown you what my feelings are for you now,” Lucius said with a smile.

Harry didn’t see the sincere smile, but he felt it in Lucius’ soothing voice. “I don’t hate you either.”

Gently taking the young wizard’s hardened penis in his hand, he whispered, “I know.”

Harry softly sighed and watched as Lucius handled his erection with care and had to fight his sudden impulse to reach back and take hold of the one that was pressing against him. Instead, he kept his eyes glued to the long pale fingers that were touching him. Suddenly, he snapped out of his reverie when a firm voice spoke.

“On your knees and turn around.”

The boy’s heart began to flutter at the thought of another orgasm and he wondered if it was possible to die from too many of them. He was younger, but this man... This man...Harry shook his head and smiled, but his expression said "Oh shit". He turned around to face an amused Lucius. The look on Harry’s face must have told him what he was thinking because the blond smiled.

“Don’t worry, Harry. In time you’ll be asking for more. I will take it slowly till then.”

Lucius smiled again as the boy’s face turned red. Harry rose to his knees quickly.

“Bathe me.”

Harry’s brows lifted, his mouth opened wide and his heart skipped a beat. He couldn’t believe what he just heard. He was allowed to touch Lucius? He blinked several times before he found his voice.

“S-sir?”

“Now.”

Harry was sure he was going to faint.


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